Feeding Joseph

Joseph has started eating "solid" food the last few weeks.


He really really likes it.


He acts like a little bird insisting on a worm.
 

But if you are too slow he begins to cry.


And he cries when it is over.


So begins the new adventures in feeding.

Rachel Feeds Joseph

Rachel was over the moon that I let her feed Joseph.  It took a lot of focus and concentration on her part.

They always say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. If that is the case then these two will be joined forever.  Oh wait.  They already are.

July 12

"Morning."

I mean, "Morning."

Doug cooked up a fresh batch of red potatoes.

I added some scrambled eggs and mandarin oranges,

and "voila," we had breakfast.

I spent Thursday night throwing up until 4:30am.  We went to a funeral in St. George on Friday morning.  We returned Saturday night.  I don't like to clean on Sunday.  So, this is what we had on Monday morning.  This crazy haphazard cluttered mess extended throughout the house.

Melissa Montoya, my friend and visiting teacher shared a short lesson with me.  Then she helped Rachel learn about cause and effect.  "If you pull the binky out then Marcus will cry.  If you put it in his ear the crying gets louder.  If you put it back in his mouth then he quiets down."

I updated our family calendar.  I LOVE this calendar.  It's magnetic.  So, each week you pull the top week's panel off, erase it, move all of the weeks up, then fill in the blank week and put it on the bottom.  Everybody has a different color for their activities.  Green is Doug, red is Jessica, pink is Rachel, orange is Zoe, blue is birthdays and anniversaries, black is for everybody.

The whole family went to Wal-Mart for groceries.  You could say it was our "family night" activity.

 Zoe really wanted to go, but it's too hot to leave her in the car.

We ate fresh corn on the cob, strawberries and watermelon for dinner.  Perfect fare for a hot summer night.

 Rachel practiced some post-dinner yoga in preparation for bed.

12 on February 12

Happy (early) Valentine's Day!

We decided to celebrate Valentine's Day on the 12th instead of the 14th.  It was fun to photograph most of the excitement.

Doug and I started our day with Valentine's fruit loops.

 

I spent time on the computer while Rachel took her nap. 
Then I retrieved my well rested baby.

I went about my daily chores of cleaning and vacuuming,
while Rachel and Doug went on a secret mission.

 

Rachel and I shared some pasta and vegetables.

She ate banana stars for dessert.

 I took my shower - finally.

Then, Rachel and Doug surprised me with Rachel's valentine.

 

 Doug bathed Zoe.

 Rachel played with her toys

 and her valentines.

 Doug and I exchanged our gifts.

 Bethany and TJ came to babysit Rachel so Doug and I 

could have a full date night.

Happy Valentine's Day to us.  We went to see Avatar in 3D.  We planned to lovingly hold hands while we cheered on the hero.  Instead, the movie pushed Doug, who had been fighting a migraine all day, over the proverbial edge.  I was completely nauseated myself so I was relieved when we went home with two thirds of the movie left to be seen.

Our romantic evening ended with Doug throwing up and sick in bed.  I stayed up and watched Lost reruns, ate saltine crackers and waited and waited and waited for the nausea to subside.

Feeding Rachel

At the ripe old age of 6.5 months Rachel has decided that she is a big girl. Actually, this has been going on for 6 or more weeks. Rachel believes that she should not drink from a bottle because nobody else in the house does. When she was younger we could feed her 6-8 ounces 5 times a day without batting an eye. Now, we are lucky if we can get her to drink 5 ounces. Usually she drinks 3 and quits. We "sneak" 2 more ounces in her oatmeal twice a day. But, this girl who used to consume 28 ounces is now getting 20, sometimes 16.

We do not need to worry as long as she continues to grow normally. It is more of a nuisance for her parents than anything. Last night I fed her 2 ounces by bottle, 1 ounce by sippy cup and 2 more ounces by spoon. It's a good thing we love this girl.