The Weekly Peanut, Issue 5
It's been a jam-packed week! Friday was "wear green" at day care in honor of the "holiday" being on Sunday. I got this redonk picture from Daphne's teacher of her wearing a special hat that she "made."
Friday night was a friend's casual birthday get-together at Redlight Redlight, so we all wandered down there. (Yup, we're that couple with a baby in a bar... but we weren't the only ones!) Daphne was reasonably well-behaved, then we drove up to get carryout from Cheesecake Factory. When we got home, I let Daphne try a little bit of my mac & cheese. She went NUTS. As soon as she swallowed a piece, she would start making this loud "mmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMM" sound that would turn into an angry squal if I let her go too long without a piece of macaroni in her mouth. Is this why I craved mac & cheese all through my pregnancy?
Saturday was a big day. Grandpa Bobo came to visit and we started out with a lovely lunch at the Ravenous Pig. Daphne continues this new schtick of insisting on eating if we are eating. She knocked out almost a whole biscuit over the course of the meal. Here she is, perfecting the pacifier/food exchange:
Next we drove up to the Winter Park Sidewalk Art Festival. It was PACKED, but we took turns with the Bjorn and wandered around. Even ran into the mom of one of my best friends from school and got to catch up for a minute. The guys got frozen lemonades and made the huge mistake of letting Daphne taste it. She then did her "MMMMMMM" squeal all the way back to the car in between mouthfuls of frozen lemonade. Sensing a theme emerging here?
That night we hosted a VEGETARIAN dinner for some friends, then tucked the peanut into bed so we could all play Cards Against Humanity and have drinks. Great. Time.
Sunday was a very very special day. I wrote about it here in great detail. What I didn't mention was how Daphne handled it all. Overall, not too bad. She was kind of a pain in the ass about nursing (she HATES being under a nursing cover and swings her arms around trying to knock it away and makes this obnoxious whiny screamy sound), and was getting a bit cranky, but then she pooped and we noticed a vast improvement. She napped twice in the stroller, but on both occasions the naps were woefully short. I had to perfect the art of feeding her baby food while feeding myself, but I about had the hang of it by the time the jar was gone.
That night it occurred to me that, oh yeah, it's St. Patrick's day. Thanks to Once Upon a Child, I had an outfit for that. So we put her in the outfit and took a couple of pics to mark the "first."
Now we come to it. Yesterday when I picked Daphne up at day care, her teacher confirmed it. My kid is a greedy, food-stealing diva. She had mentioned in the past that she was wondering if Daphne wasn't eating enough, since any time she tried to feed the other kids, Daphne would push her way forward and try to take the food. I told her, no, she's just very into food, it's not a hunger thing. Yesterday she pulled me aside to share a story that she found hilarious and I found ominous: the teacher had just offered one of the other babies a teething cookie (they are big, about the size of half my palm) to gnaw on while she went to change one of the other babies. The baby is changed, she turns around and the baby who she'd given the cookie to is crying and the cookie is nowhere in sight. "Where's your cookie, Morgan?" Daphne is also nowhere in sight. My child...... *sigh*.... my child had not only STOLEN that cookie from the little girl who can't crawl yet, but she had then taken it and HIDDEN behind a piece of furniture to try and shove it all into her mouth. The teacher snapped a picture to show to me of Daphne's stealthy cookie scarfing. It is becoming more evident by the day that Daphne is in danger of becoming a real BRAT, especially about food. I really want to nip this in the bud, but I'm not even sure where to start. So I brought some more snacks for her to keep at day care. The obnoxious "mommy" phase continues. If I try to put her down and leave the room, even if she's with someone else, fit is pitched. When I leave her at day care, fit (when Ian dropped her off? Nothing). I swear I don't think I'm doing anything to encourage these reactions. Lord help me.
Daphne still has no teeth. We've had a pretty crazy last few weeks so we're hoping it's pretty quiet around here for a little while. On an upbeat note, I got myself an early birthday present that I greatly look forward to using on our kid. Oh I almost forgot! New stuff! Daphne has started lip-smacking. She will suck on her lower lip and then make little smacking sounds. She is also standing unassisted for longer and longer stretches. Tonight she even made it a full 10 seconds standing on her own before flopping back onto her tush. Go, peanut, go!