This week I filled in on Daddy On Board, my husband's daddy podcast. I had a really nice time and really enjoyed the discussion about teething, pacifiers, and whether or not parenthood should be considered a job. What do you think of these issues? Ring in!
Thanks for watching!
Baby Mo has been eating solids for about a week and a half. We started with brown rice cereal for a week to let him get used to the idea and last night we started with peas. It doesn't seem like he is a big fan.
Of course Daddy is the fun one laughing and I am overselling it and then taking the end result a little too seriously. Typical.
I hope this doesn't mean he doesn't like my cooking! I did make this pea puree myself and I plan to make all of his food from scratch. I broke down and ordered the Beaba Babycook this weekend because after making one batch without it, I realized that I did not want to have to peel, chop, steam, purree, and freeze my baby food separately. The ability to do it all with one appliance was the selling point.
I also got a Mumi & Bubi solid starter kit. I love these freezing trays because you can pour in your puree and swipe a spatula across to distribute evenly. Much easier than ice cube trays, plus you can be sure that they are BPA free.
Now about this gagging reflex that my son is having to peas, should I keep trying to convince him that he likes them? If so, for how long? Are there any tips to making baby enjoy vegetables more? And please don't say to feed him fruit instead.
When I was pregnant, I made a habit of ticking off the things I would never do as a mother. Not overtly. I wasn't that kind of annoying prego. I was annoying for other reasons.
Of course I have violated several of my own rules already, one of which being that I would not be an oversharer when it came to my baby. This has been the hardest rule to comply with. I thought I would be able to hide my son from the world (and the Internet) like Madonna hourded Lourdes but it has not been possible.
Even the psuedonym Baby Mo, which I use on this blog, seems like an exercise in futility. My husband had our son on his national news show, Fox and Friends, five days after he was born. (I still watch that segment incessantly.) He also talks about him constantly on his daddy podcast, Daddy On Board.
And then there is The Facebook and The Twitter. How can I avoid sharing the insanely cute and interesting things that my son is doing on my social networks? The world simply must know that he started solids this week!
On Thursday my no-Internet-for-baby rule went up in flames when I brought my son on The 404 podcast, which I have embedded below.
So is it all shot to heck? Why even bother with anonymity at this point? But I had the best of intentions! I wanted my son to learn prudence about using the Internet on his own, not by default through his parents. I used to find mommies like me so annoying. So what now?
When I was pregnant, I asked my coworker Molly Wood how she decided how and when to share about her toddler. She said, "I just sort of share when I feel like it and when it feels right and when it doesn't, I don't." So simple. So wise. So I guess that is my new rule of thumb too. Okay, we all know that Baby Mo is named Miles. The jig is up. But I'll still call him Baby Mo here if it is all the same to you.
I just found this video in my blooper reel folder. It made me laugh remembering the travails of pregnancy. A fun reminder to us all: break for pregos!
Friday, April 15, 2011 at 9:37AM