All grown up

Huxley started solids last week. It was time - he's been acting very interested in food at the table and just seemed ready. The second time around has been easier for me to believe that I can just follow my kid's signals about things. He's ready.

Today, we make carrots. Very exciting.

This time, I had entirely built the baby up to this point - other than 2 ounces of formula, I've provided all the everything to build this:


Which makes me want to go eat some more calcium - look at all those bones!

If the snow would just melt, things would be really awesome. I'm still enjoying teaching a lot and my students are really great. I like talking to adults about things that interest me. I'm actually efficient enough again that I can prep for classes and find a day or two out of each week to work on my papers. I probably work too much (all time between sunday night and thursday morning is either prepping for the next day's class, prepping future classes, or wrangling tired/hungry children. to the extent that Trouble and I barely talk to each other on those days. bad.) . But I like it. And I do have some free time. I finished my advisor's retirement quilt and then promptly forgot to take pictures, for instance.

The boys are also super fun. They're going to be buds, I hope. I'm sure they're going to fight, but Turing is all about helping get Huxley toys to play with and they both laugh when the other one laughs. They're going to gang up on us and we're going to be screwed. Turing is officially into playing pretend which is pretty awesome. It started with pretend objects (ice cream, etc) to put in his play kitchen. Then that things were doing thing "[the] train go[es to] get cookie [for] Turing." And now things can be other things - his sandwich is a train, his blocks are a train. Trains, trains, trains.

Huxley is now all distracted all the time. He will only nurse when laying down in bed because everywhere else is too interesting. This is no good for my pumping because I have terrible letdown on the pump and reasonable letdown when pumping on one side and nursing on the other. No more! His very favorite thing is to stand up with someone holding his hands and make him dance. With Turing. They both just start laughing.