By Mommy

I really wanted to call this entry “And the poop thickens” but figured that’s just a little TMI.  So instead I’ll talk about the input, which has progressed from bananas to avocado, which Rowan seemed to rather like.  I was kind of surprised since avocado smells so different from the familiar banana and rice, but I have a feeling this kid will eat anything that comes on a spoon.  And the spoon itself.  And the bib.  And the burpee cloth.  And . . .

Hurricane Sandy came and went last weekend, fortunately with no immediate effect on us, other than Mitch had to work from home.  Or as he put it “Daddy time!”  I’d come home to wonderful tales of walks on the promenade, book time, and singing.  I was of course a little jealous, but very happy that they got to spend some quality time together since Mitch usually doesn’t get home until after Rowan is asleep.

And then we get to this past weekend, where the tooth fairy is knocking on the door.  Little Guy had a slight fever and even refused to drink because it hurt his little gums to squeeze down on the bottle.  Luckily he could still manage the spoon so we got enough in him to keep him more or less content.  I was a little worried that he would still be unhappy when Grandpa Oleg and Grandma Lena came to visit, but he woke from his nap soon after their arrival, and after sleepily looking around, assessed the new situation and happily settled into various laps and had a wonderful time being the center of attention.

And the grandparents brought along a special gift, his grand aunt Natasha who had recently returned from Brazil, so this was her first time meeting Rowan.  She was the first to get a big grin out of him, possibly because she gets animated in the same way as Mommy when talking with him.  That must come from her years of working with kids, so she knows how to keep them amused.

After they left, Rowan had his usual bath, bedtime story and lullaby sung by Daddy this time.  And as usual, he found his beloved thumb and fell asleep in three seconds, content and at peace with the world. 

Oh, and I have to mention Mitch’s funny of the day.  On Saturday we were walking around with me carrying Rowan in his front carrier.  He was wearing, for the first time, the very cute sheep hat that Kathleen’s mom Josephine made for him.  At one point he got sleepy and pulled the hat over his eyes for comfort.  As Mitch said “he’s literally pulling the wool over his own eyes.”  Poor kid, he doesn’t have a chance.