Playing Catch-Up

So, I have had a bad day. No, I don't really want to talk about it, but then again maybe I do. I don't want to talk about what's wrong but just know that it caused some sort of breakdown-kinda-day, a ton of tears (caught in action at church...had to leave quick), a lot of long naps, and a huge headache.

Throw in a few fun dip sticks (way better than the loose sugar that comes with them) and a half bag of Chester's flamin' hot fries and my comfort food buried my problems a little deeper.

This is the time where I would run to Kentucky, to my parent's house, but they have their own things going on and I want to visit when Sehara gets out of school.  That's at the end of this month and I can wait that long.

Tim took Carson with him to his brother's apartment so I could get a break from his crying. He just keeps crying and crying and whining.  I don't know if it's his teeth, if I'm not producing enough milk and he's hungry, or if he is just a crybaby.  I hope it is his teeth, but if he's hungry that won't be an issue for long because I plan on weaning him to formula soon.  I might have to hand him over for a day or two or just suck it up and do it myself.  It's going to be horrible.

I've been spending my time lately watching a lot of Private Practice on Netflix, trying to lose weight, trying to get Sehara to behave, feeding Carson new foods, re-evaluating how I feel about people, trying to not post mean facebook statuses about other people, texting and chatting online with good friends I haven't spoken to in a while, debating whether or not to delete my facebook, and watering strawberry plants that I think aren't going to make it.

I really need to find a good recipe for those fried dill pickles. Have you tasted them? Oh, divine.

I have a cradle-roll song STUCK in my head. "I'm glad I am a pretty butterfly..." and I'm thinking it's time for it to get un-stuck, even though it's an adorable song.

I'm a Genius

I really am, but to be fair, this post isn't really about me, it's about a boy named Carson. 

Tim and I (along with Grandmama) have really been struggling to get Carson to eat baby and table food. He refuses.  He doesn't even know how to drink from a bottle or sippy cup.

To back-track, he JUST started drinking from his sippy on Wednesday night, and he drank from a bottle (breastmilk) for his Grandmother on Monday so his mommy and daddy could go see The Avengers.

We started Carson out on vegetables.  Green beans and peas, with a week or two in between.  He refused to eat any of it, he literally stuck out his tongue and spit it out each time.

I was sitting next to Carson on the floor a few weeks ago, licking on a sucker.  I didn't pay attention to him or my sucker for a while and next thing I know, he's attacking it.  He couldn't get enough of it, but I don't want him to have sweets yet so I took it away and he threw a full out fit!

A light went off in my head.  I have been so busy thinking about vegetables only that I had not even considered giving him sweet fruits.  To be honest, I didn't want him to eat fruits until he stopped nursing, but I'm not opposed to adapting my plan and trying something new.

Linda, from church had suggesting someone else feeding him (besides me) so he wouldn't want milk instead.  Grandmama took a jar of bananas and Carson and he ate half of it in one sitting.  I seriously am so happy he's eating something!  We have also been giving him peaches and he LOVES his peaches.

Lately, though, he wants the spoon while we are feeding him.  I really don't mind him getting dirty and I WANT him to feed himself as early as possible, but it's just a huge waste of time, clothes, and food to give him a spoonful of whatever.  It's gotten to where he won't eat at all because he's too busy worrying about getting the spoon.  I tried giving him a separate spoon but he wouldn't have it.

Today, out of the blue, I thought 'why not give him something solid to eat while I feed him this mush?'  I had some sweet potato puffs that he choked on at Easter, so I grabbed one little star puff and broke it into 5 little pieces and set them on his tray.  I wasn't even aware that his fine motor skills were that developed.  He was able to concentrate on getting those to his mouth (keeping them in was a different story) and I was able to feed him.

I know that this may seem trivial in all the things that I could possibly post about, but it's such a big milestone to Carson, and a relief to me!