Micah was alone in our kitchen for a few minutes this afternoon (and apparently our pantry door was open) while I was busy with his sister in an adjacent room. Here’s what I found when I returned:
We took the hint and made him a snack.
For months I’ve been watching Micah cruise furniture and then delicately lower himself to the ground with a squat to convert to his patented gimp crawl. It’s been obvious for awhile that Micah was strong enough to walk but lacked the conviction to do so. This afternoon I used two of his favorite toys above eye level to coax some steps from him on film:
Maybe it’s because we sing “If you’re happy and you know it” to Micah all the time, but lately our son spends a lot of time trying to clap. And when he has two things in his hands he will try and bang them together. Here he is at lunch time today, celebrating the delicious bagels my dad hand-imported from New Orleans:
I love that our kids are born with a ton of hair, but our son has been getting pretty shaggy. While the comparisons to Harry Potter and 1960s Elton John were entertaining, he was having trouble seeing his food at breakfast.
I couldn’t bring myself to deal with the logistics of going out for a trim, so I took after my father and took on the role of barber this morning. While Micah was playing with his favorite teether, I made a few strategic snips to clean up our little big man’s flowing tresses.
Looks like my first week of paternity leave may have been an anomaly. Lauren worked from home most of Thursday and was off on Friday, so we had a long stretch with minimal bottle feeding. Monday morning rolled along, I was feeling upbeat and confident. Then I brought in the bottle for Micah’s morning nap and he exploded into tears. I managed to get him to take 1.5oz, but he wasn’t that happy about it. I reminded myself that often the first bottle or two of the week are the most challenging ones.
Micah took a measly 1.5oz more after his nap, though he did have a lot of applesauce for lunch. However, he was getting more and more fussy as the day progressed. I knew Micah was hungry and offered the bottle a few times, meeting with a complete refusal. I finally just put him down for his nap and he cried himself to sleep after 15 minutes. He woke up one sleep cycle later, and after another bottle refusal I started getting desperate. I offered him some milk from an open cup – Micah was very eager but only managed to get about 1oz into his mouth. I tried offering some solid foods with minimal success. Finally Lauren rescued me around 4PM.
I submit for your evaluation, more evidence that Baby G may in fact be my daughter.
We recently learned that our Globug is allergic to eggs. We don’t know for certain that she has any particular reaction, but it’s certainly possible that her eczema is triggered by her allergy. So starting about a week ago I cut eggs from my diet, and we’ll be waiting on introducing eggs to hers once she starts solids.
In the meantime, I’ve been researching egg substitutes for various baked goods, and more importantly, breakfast items like pancakes and waffles. The substitution depends on the recipe, but I found recommendations like applesauce, mashed banana, or adding a bit of baking powder and oil.
This morning, Kenny whipped up a new eggless waffle recipe, devised by synthesizing a few recipes he found on the web. The waffles were delicious and unbelievably light and fluffy, thanks in large part to one secret ingredient: sparkling water (thanks mom, for the Sodastream you got us for Chanukah – it’s proving to be even more useful than anticipated!) It’s good to know that my favorite trick for producing light, fluffy matzo balls can be applied to other recipes as well.
I assume one could substitute more oil for the butter and soy milk for the cow variety to make vegan waffles.
Optional: add 1/4 cup granola and/or 2-3 tbsp coconut
Mix wet ingredients, mix dry ingredients, combine. Follow waffle iron manufacturer’s instructions.
It’s been four and a half months since we last saw our nephew. In that time he’s gotten even more cute and expressive, and it looks like the blue eyes might be here to stay. He also drools a lot more. See for yourself:
This weekend in Miami we spent most of our non-wedding hours hanging out with Laura, Aaron, and our six-week old nephew Jadon. He’s adorable, good natured, and already gets along well with Dante (Laura and Aaron’s dog).