Randoms and a discovery

The first thing on the agenda for this blog post is to apologize for my sluggish blogging. This will likely be a recurrent problem, so it will be best if you accept that I’m slow so that we can both move on with our lives.

The second thing I’d like to address is the fact that all of my t-shirts now seem to have holes in them, particularly around and within the armpit seams. Granted, most of my t-shirts are at least a decade old, including a gray rag from a 1996 softball tournament that I refuse to toss. My husband has formulated a theory that my armpits give off some kind of corrosive acid. This is the same man who, four months ago when I was a postpartum wreck, told me that the reason my newborn wouldn’t latch on for breastfeeding was because my “pits stink.” I know, I know, but I’m sorry, ladies…he’s taken.

On a different note – you’ve probably heard this before from too many boasting parents, but my child is advanced….in all things regarding food. I kid you not; he’s the Kobayashi of the baby food world. So, it came as no surprise at his 4 month checkup when the doctor told us that we could start adding solids to his diet. Now, by solid food, I mean rice cereal mixed with milk and/or formula, apple juice, and mashed bananas. Basically the diet of someone who recently had dental surgery or someone who will never require the expertise of a dentist again. We decided to start with rice cereal mixed with breastmilk. The first day, things went smoothly, with Suttie inhaling everything but the bowl and the spoon…and those survived only because of a death grip that I developed while shopping at a Walmart on Black Friday. But on the second and, then again, on the third day, Suttie would cry a few bites into his meal and refuse to eat.

And this is where I say, thank goodness for mothers and their unsolicited advice. I was absolutely stumped as to why my normally ravenous child would reject the prospect of food. Fortunately, my mother stopped by for a visit during one of these frustrating episodes and suggested that he didn’t like the taste. At this point, I was dumbfounded…my behemoth of a child decline food based on something as trivial as taste?!? It didn’t seem possible – not for this baby who gobbles up his heartburn medicine, which is widely known to have a terrible taste, even while he’s scrunching up his face in disgust. But, I was desperate and would try anything, so we added apple juice to the cereal instead of milk. As soon as I put it into his mouth, he made a sound that could only be interpreted as “Oh, thank God...finally.” After that, he was back to his usual voracious self, attacking the spoon with the same ferocity that a lion would attack a baby zebra on the Discovery Channel. So, it would appear that, despite his obsession with all things edible, my son is a picky eater, which should make those sticky toddler years especially interesting.

Note: In reading back through this blog, I see that it’s basically a disjointed mess. However, I’m not going to fix it because that would go against the indolent persona that I’ve tried so little to cultivate.