Again, if Carson could speak, it would have gone something like this...
MOMMY: "What do you want for breakfast today, Baby?"
CARSON: "I'd like diced peaches and pears for breakfast....and a few Ritz crackers. By the way, I ate mashed up spaghetti and meatballs for lunch yesterday at school. I also had corn and diced peaches. What do you want to eat for breakfast, Momma?"
MOMMY: "I believe I'll eat crow, Kid."
Carson decided to graduate to table food yesterday. That's right, just hours after I blogged about my frustrations. Coincidence? I don't think so...Carson, you continue to teach me valuable lessons and put things in to perspective. I love you, Bug!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Another one bites the dust.
I love my kid dearly, but I am annoyed with his "non-baby" progress. Here we go...
1. Carson will not drink from a sippy cup. When you put it in front of his face and attempt to put it in his mouth, he screams and throws a fit. When you put the cup on his high chair tray, he runs it through his Ritz crackers and Puff supply and then hurls it on to the floor. Annoying.
2. Carson has no interest in holding his own bottle. Why would he? Mommy let's him lounge in her lap like a "pig in slop" (I'm pulling from my rural vocabulary with that phrase!) while he devourers a warm bottle. Carson must some how know he'll have to feed himself for many years to come, so why rush it? Annoying.
3. I am Carson's personal PEZ-like Puffs dispenser. He will eat 20 Puffs in one sitting, if I feed them to him. He does pick them up off of his high chair tray and hold them, throw them and move them around; he just won't put them in his mouth. (Side note - he will self-feed Ritz crackers, just not Puffs.) Annoying.
4. Carson will not eat table food. I think he's texture-averse. He ate a nearly-crunchy-green-bean-rice-cereal concoction like a champ yesterday, but he would not eat mashed potatoes off of my plate. When I put them in his mouth, he "fake" gagged and spit out the mashed potatoes. When I tried to trick him into eating a spoonful of half-green beans and half-potatoes, he spit it out. When I gave him a spoonful of chunky green beans and rice cereal, he ate it and then smiled at me. Annoying.
I am a first-time mom who is trying to transfer her professional, left-brained, project leader, persuasive, control-freak skills in to raising a strong-willed 9-month old boy. If Carson could speak, he'd say something like this....
"Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust "
1. Carson will not drink from a sippy cup. When you put it in front of his face and attempt to put it in his mouth, he screams and throws a fit. When you put the cup on his high chair tray, he runs it through his Ritz crackers and Puff supply and then hurls it on to the floor. Annoying.
2. Carson has no interest in holding his own bottle. Why would he? Mommy let's him lounge in her lap like a "pig in slop" (I'm pulling from my rural vocabulary with that phrase!) while he devourers a warm bottle. Carson must some how know he'll have to feed himself for many years to come, so why rush it? Annoying.
3. I am Carson's personal PEZ-like Puffs dispenser. He will eat 20 Puffs in one sitting, if I feed them to him. He does pick them up off of his high chair tray and hold them, throw them and move them around; he just won't put them in his mouth. (Side note - he will self-feed Ritz crackers, just not Puffs.) Annoying.
4. Carson will not eat table food. I think he's texture-averse. He ate a nearly-crunchy-green-bean-rice-cereal concoction like a champ yesterday, but he would not eat mashed potatoes off of my plate. When I put them in his mouth, he "fake" gagged and spit out the mashed potatoes. When I tried to trick him into eating a spoonful of half-green beans and half-potatoes, he spit it out. When I gave him a spoonful of chunky green beans and rice cereal, he ate it and then smiled at me. Annoying.
I am a first-time mom who is trying to transfer her professional, left-brained, project leader, persuasive, control-freak skills in to raising a strong-willed 9-month old boy. If Carson could speak, he'd say something like this....
"Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust "
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wildlife Reserve
a.k.a. My Backyard - take a look at our friendly "neighbors."
Not just a deer, but a Buck.
These two were playing in the sun like puppies!
Not just a deer, but a Buck.
These two were playing in the sun like puppies!
Monday, June 22, 2009
My Daddy's Day
This week was my daddy's first Father's Day, so I tried my hardest to make him feel special, because he's the best daddy ever! After we got up on Sunday, we snuggled on the couch together and played on the floor. It was fun!
Mommy and Daddy and I went to breakfast with Grammie and Paw-Paw since they were in town for the weekend. (They came in for Daddy's Open House on Friday, which Mommy said was a success!)
After Grammie and Paw-Paw headed back to Illinois, Mommy and Daddy and I went to Grandma and Grandpa's house for dinner. Check out the picture Mommy took of us - Nathan Earl Ross, Carson Earl Ross and Kenneth Earl Ross - what a good lookin' bunch of men we are!
Mommy and Daddy and I went to breakfast with Grammie and Paw-Paw since they were in town for the weekend. (They came in for Daddy's Open House on Friday, which Mommy said was a success!)
After Grammie and Paw-Paw headed back to Illinois, Mommy and Daddy and I went to Grandma and Grandpa's house for dinner. Check out the picture Mommy took of us - Nathan Earl Ross, Carson Earl Ross and Kenneth Earl Ross - what a good lookin' bunch of men we are!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Ten random things...
that have happened since Mommy last blogged:
1. Mommy has worked a lot.
2. Daddy has worked a lot.
3. I have a really bad cold and now take Tylenol like a pro.
4. Mommy, I hate to tell you this, but I have a girlfriend. Her name is Rylee, and we hold hands during buggy-rides at school.
5. Mommy bought me new Pedipeds because my feet are huge.
6. Mommy, Aunt Melissa, Aunt Melissa's friend (Amber) and Mommy's friends (Kathy and Susie) stayed out until 5a while partying it up in Chicago last weekend for Aunt Melissa's bachelorette party.
7. Mommy and Daddy worked outside all day yesterday and got everything "summer-ized"...whatever that means.
8. Daddy and I hung out last weekend while Mommy was out of town. You get an A+, Daddy, for taking care of me!
9. I need to sleep more. I really am a happier baby when I nap more than 1 hour a day. Go figure.
10. I got my first tooth. I told you not to stress out, Mommy!
1. Mommy has worked a lot.
2. Daddy has worked a lot.
3. I have a really bad cold and now take Tylenol like a pro.
4. Mommy, I hate to tell you this, but I have a girlfriend. Her name is Rylee, and we hold hands during buggy-rides at school.
5. Mommy bought me new Pedipeds because my feet are huge.
6. Mommy, Aunt Melissa, Aunt Melissa's friend (Amber) and Mommy's friends (Kathy and Susie) stayed out until 5a while partying it up in Chicago last weekend for Aunt Melissa's bachelorette party.
7. Mommy and Daddy worked outside all day yesterday and got everything "summer-ized"...whatever that means.
8. Daddy and I hung out last weekend while Mommy was out of town. You get an A+, Daddy, for taking care of me!
9. I need to sleep more. I really am a happier baby when I nap more than 1 hour a day. Go figure.
10. I got my first tooth. I told you not to stress out, Mommy!
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