Tag Archive: Food

I love the Munchkin, but I’ve put so much energy into him for the past almost three years that I’ve really neglected myself in two important areas: what I eat and how active I am.  As a result, it’s time for me to get off my duff and get moving while revamping what we’re eating as a family.

What this means in practical terms is that I’ve started getting up earlier every morning to go walking.  If the weather is bad or if I can’t drag myself outside, then I do a workout or two through an app for my phone called Workout Trainer.  I’m spending more time browsing the sales at Aldi on produce so I can bring more fresh fruits and vegetables into the house and onto our plates.  And I’m searching for some new recipes to add to the repertoire; I have to find some new ones to tantalize the Munchkin’s taste buds and satisfy my need for something healthier.

As much as I love the Munchkin, I have to take care of myself so I can take better care of him.

I do have to admit that he eats amazingly well most of the time.  His favorite food is grape tomatoes, which he treats like grapes and chows by the bowlful.  I have to moderate how many he has because of their acidity; he’d eat the whole container at once if I let him.  Little goofball.  😀

He’s two now, about 35 inches tall and 28 pounds.  He’s growing like a weed and developing like mad: his speech is very clear most of the time, and he’s constantly surprising me with what he puts together verbally.  Last week I asked him what a horse says.  His response?  “Neigh.  But cow says moo.”  A little thing, but just one that reminds me what amazing creatures kids are.  Plus, it’s those moments that make up for the days he whines and yells all the way home from daycare or all afternoon on a weekend after waking up from his nap.  They have to keep us from giving them to the circus somehow, you know.


I hear that there are times when people step back, slow down, and maybe even take time to smell the roses.  We, unfortunately, are not the type of people who build those times into our lives.  Except for sometimes, when they’re usually overtaken by events.

Such as this past weekend: My goal was to handle my shopping and cooking for the next month of cooking.  Then a nasty stomach virus reared its head, and we ended up spending six hours at the ER with the Munchkin.  All’s well that ends well, as we came out with a prescription for Zofran and a happier baby, but pretty much no cooking got done, and much sleep was missed.

There’s no time to catch up on it, either, as I’m hopefully having my wisdom teeth yanked out on Friday, and the next weekend is the Munchkin’s birthday party.  I’ve got a lot of work to do for that: finish the menu, get some music together, make sure everyone who wants to come knows the specifics, decide whether to bake a cake or cupcakes and get all the appropriate equipment, and clean the house in case the weather is too bad to have it at the park.

This whole idea of kids’ birthday parties is new to me.  Most of the time for birthdays, we just get together, maybe have dinner or go bowling, and call it a day.  There’s no big hullabaloo over that first bite of cake or chuckling over how cute we are playing with wrapping paper or something.  And we all entertain ourselves talking.  Now I’ll be finding ways to entertain alien beings, I mean small children.  😛

This year is a little bit easier, in no small part because there won’t be very many small children there.  We’re going old-school: Fraggle Rock.  So I’m thinking I’ll set it up for people to be welcome to play “Pin the Tail on the Fraggle” if they want to, have music from the show playing, and hopefully decorate the cake/cupcakes in a Fraggle-friendly manner (radishes shouldn’t be too hard, right?).  I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’m not insane and even half of this gets done.  We’ll see.

Oh my!

This has been one crazy week in the Southern household.

Sunday and Monday I dedicated to loads of cooking and prep work to have dinners ready to go for the next month.  The Munchkin is all too ready to eat adult food at night (he flat-out refuses baby food most nights), so no more waiting until he goes to bed to cook dinner.  Instead, I gave once-a-month cooking a shot, and, if the interior of my freezer is any indication, this is going to work pretty well.

Unfortunately, I spent so much time focused on busting my butt to get things taken care of that I didn’t take care of myself.  I dehydrated myself to the point of a fever by Monday night.  Although it took me a day and a half to figure out that that was why I felt bad.  *rolls eyes*  So I missed work on Tuesday and most of Wednesday (had to go in to handle some time-sensitive issues).

But, hey, Wednesday night was family night, so we would all be home and have a yummy meatloaf dinner.  Hooray!  Right up until I asked Southern Honey to come into the kitchen to pull the meatloaf out of the oven while I got the rest of the Munchkin’s dinner together.  At which point the Munchkin followed him and managed to burn his fingers grabbing for the inside of the oven door.  Cue what was supposed to be our relaxing family evening at home turning into night at the ER.

Fortunately, it was a very minor burn, but it was on his hand so the on-call ped told us to take him in.  A dose of Ibuprofen, a bottle, a dry diaper, and a nap later, he was entertaining people in the ER by walking around holding onto one of our hands.  (We kept him away from people in general and took him to/from the kid play area; I make that statement based on the number of hellos/smiles/waves he was getting, not the fact that I think he’s a fairly cute kid.)  We were home by 10 with a tube of antibacterial ointment to treat the burns for the next week.

Needless to say, he didn’t really sleep well that night, what with the disruption to his evening and the sock on his hand keeping him from licking off the ointment.  Or last night, due to the above reasons and a runny nose.

Which, I found out when I went to pick him up from day care, may be RSV.  They have three kids out with confirmed cases.  *headdesk*

Needless to say, we go to the doctor on Monday unless he gets worse over the weekend.  It sucks that all these negative things happened this week, because it’s been so much fun to watch him explore feeding himself and discovering new foods: meatloaf, broccoli, tonight’s Cincy-style chili and spaghetti.  We’ll get through it, though, and there are certainly plenty of fun dishes on the menu in the next few weeks for him to enjoy.


That’s what the Munchkin has become: some kind of enormous, mutant baby monster rampaging unsteadily through the house.  I shudder to think how bad it’ll be once he’s walking on his own instead of lurching around grabbing onto everything and shuffling along sideways.  *grins*

The little guy had his 9 month appointment this week.  He clocked in at 28 inches long and 22 very solid pounds.  That’s as much as our friend’s two-year-old weighs.  *facepalm*  Poor thing had some blood taken from his finger and had to pee into a bag so some lab work could be done; hopefully that will all come back clean, especially now that we’ve finally got him healthy (for the time being).

We also get to start weaning him off formula and onto whole milk and real food.  I just felt like it was a step in the right direction that he’s eaten baby foods with meat in them the last two nights.  And some tiny bits of spaghetti, with sauce and without, from my plate and his tray tonight.  We’re going to get there, slowly but surely, which is good, since the price of formula jumped four dollars a can about a month ago, and we had been up to almost two a week.

Now I just guess I’m going to have to get used to cooking for one and a half most nights…

Excellent timing

Never let it be said that the Munchkin has anything less than impeccable(y hilarious) timing.

Om nom nom!

We’re starting fruits and vegetables this week!  I may be inordinately excited by this, if only because it means playing around with stuff that tastes better than rice cereal.

For most of this week, we’re exploring the world of bananas.  (Mostly because I already had bananas pureed, we only have enough for pretty much one day each of the prepackaged stuff — bananas, apples, and squash — and I’m too cheap to go buy more of it.)  Even though they came out of the freezer a rather gross brown color, my banana cubes’ flavor was still tasty, and he seemed to approve.

This looks vaguely like the stuff I left you in my diaper earlier...

Ummmm, nom nom?

Judging by the pretty small amount he got all over himself and the much larger amount he actually ate, I think he liked it.  Now we just have to get up to two servings a day, and then we’re swapping over to apples.

The supposed upside to four solid-ish meals plus bottles a day is that we should be able to get him off his middle-of-the-night bottle.  That would mean sleeping through the night.  After the battle to get him to sleep and to get him to stay asleep lately, I’ll drink (heavily) to that!  Tonight I ended up stepping out and letting him cry when he wouldn’t settle for me to read to him or sing to him.  I felt like the worst person, but he had conked himself in less than ten minutes.

(I still feel like a tool, though.)

In other news, he weighed in at 18 pounds, 11 ounces and measured 27 inches at the doctor’s office yesterday.  I knew he was a chunker, but holy cow!  😀

Go bananas!

It’s getting close to time to start real food.  Which strikes me as absolutely insane — he can’t possibly be almost old enough to have different foods!

Okay, mommy-angst moment done.  😀

I started prepping for the moment of “real food” this week with bananas.  A lot of bananas.  Two pounds of bananas, to be exact, and that’s a big ol’ bunch of bananas.  The whole house smelled like the tropics before I got around to doing anything with my massive haul.

But Thursday night I got the Munchkin put to bed, broke out the food processor, and went to town.  Because they were so ripe, they mushed up quite nicely, and the resultant banana froth tasted delicious — I found myself wanting an ice cream maker to bust out some homemade banana ice cream.  But I kept myself from eating much of it and dished it up into ice cube trays to freeze.  All told, I ended up with two trays full of banana cubes (32-36 cubes; I can’t remember how many slots are in each tray), which are now waiting to be popped into a big freezer bag, labeled with the date and “BANANAS” in massive letters for kicks and giggles.

Tomorrow, I tackle sweet potatoes.  Unfortunately, they don’t make the house smell awesome.  😛

Real food at last

Or as close to real food as rice cereal gets, anyway.  We got the go-ahead after his four month doctor’s appointment back at the beginning of the month, and it’s gone surprisingly well so far.

Don’t get me wrong.  He spit the stuff everywhere on his first bite, and we had a couple of nights where trying to feed him left him thoroughly pissed and screaming.  But since then?  He’s really embraced it and is ready to start eating it twice a day if I can get our night feeding schedule worked out.  (I just got him up for a bottle, but I don’t think he’s going to rouse enough for cereal, so cereal needs to start coming earlier in the evening.)

In all honesty, now that we’re past the colic, he’s almost a disturbingly cheerful baby.  I keep waiting apprehensively for him to turn into Damien or something (aside from still waking up twice most nights).  He didn’t even throw a fit when he pooped everywhere and had to have two baths over the weekend.  Application of pear juice for dealing with constipation is a delicate process; I don’t recommend being too zealous.  😛  Poop puddles; that’s all I’m saying…

I’ll try to remember to post a cereal-face picture soon, because it’s hilarious the way he gets the stuff all over himself.  It may also help convey my “holy crap!” feelings that he’s now 15 pounds 11 ounces and 26 inches long already.  This kid is getting big!

Naptime, Glorious Naptime!

The introduction of regular naptimes, which I really hadn’t managed to get down, may be the best thing about day care right now.  They’ve gotten in the swing of having a bottle, having some playtime, having a nap, and having another bottle.  This transitions almost perfectly into our evening routine once I get him home.  I get the chance to play with him for a bit, he goes down for a nap, and I get to wash dishes/make myself dinner/blog/read a book.  It’s fantastic!

I think it also helps make him a happier baby.  Not that he really needed much help once he got the whole “I have gas and it makes me hate the world so I will scream for hours” thing, but still.  He’s training me, and now I recognize that that fussing an hour before his next bottle isn’t hunger; it’s his signal that he wants to take a nap.  So I bustle him off to the bedroom, pop him in his swing, and off he goes to LaLaLand.

Not that that’s where he is right now or anything… *grins*

I plan on taking advantage of this to get something to eat and set out my ingredients for making granola bars.  I can’t put them all together yet, since I have the brain of a goose and forgot to get more vegetable oil.  Southern Honey will have to pick some up on his way home or the Munchkin and I will have to run out and grab some.  I really don’t think that olive oil would be a good substitute, given the sweetness of the other ingredients.  I figure these will be good to snack on while we’re all at the shop tomorrow.

Let’s just post-date this back to nine day ago, since that’s when I started writing it and promptly got derailed by a gassy baby or something:

It appears that my leave is coming to a close, and I’m getting ready to start weaning myself back into the work environment.  That definitely throws a new kink in the works of adjusting to being a new parent and coping with a fussy baby.  So, in preparation (and to hopefully help with the fussiness), we’re trying something new: supplementing with formula.

Breastfeeding has been something of a bust for me.  I know that it’s supposed to be this awesome bonding experience between mom and baby, but it’s been more of an exercise in futility and frustration.  The Munchkin could try feeding for over an hour and not get enough to keep him from being hungry.  I can pump for half an hour and barely get enough for his bottle.  I can barely keep caught up, much less get ahead.  End result?  Sore nipples and frustration all around.

On top of that, he’s been extremely gassy, to the point of being in discomfort and sometimes pain for hours on end.  This is apparently my fault, as in something I’ve been eating.  So, I’m cutting out dairy products to see if he’s lactose intolerant.  Farewell, milk on my cereal.  Goodbye, hot chocolate.  And stop teasing me, brand-new carton of Breyer’s mint Oreo ice cream in my freezer!