Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Dear Graham, Week 28

Dear Graham,



The biggest story of your 28th week is that you've officially started "real" foods. After much research, mommy decided to start you out with carrots. They are supposed to be easy to digest, have a low allergy risk, and be "somewhat" sweet, all of which combine to make them a great first baby food. Except apparently no one told you that was the case. You did eat the carrots, but your experience with them could best be described as "tolerable."



After the obligatory three days of eating carrots to ensure you had no allergies before beginning your next food, we introduced sweet potatoes. And boy, oh boy...sweet potatoes to you were everything carrots weren't. You couldn't get enough of the sweet potatoes as you anxiously awaited each next bite, actually moving your head toward the spoon to get the bite in your mouth as soon as you could.





Each of these new experiences continue to remind us of what a big boy you're becoming. This was especially evident near the end of the week, when you were sitting on mommy and daddy's bed as we got ready to go on a walk. You've been enjoying playing "peek-a-boo" with us for some time now, but it's always been mommy or daddy who initiate the game and do the "hiding." Well, while we were watching you sit on our bed, you leaned your face forward toward the bed as far as you could without toppling over, held your head there for a minute, and then popped your head up, looking at us with a big grin. You continued to do this over and over again, having invented your own version of the game.

Let me just tell you: the amount of pride I felt over your first self-initiated game of peek-a-boo was slightly ridiculous. Consider this your fair warning that I am going to be a big fat mess for your life's larger milestones. You just might go ahead and plan on medicating me for your first steps, kindergarten, graduation, marriage, etc.

Before having you, I never could have understood the inexplicable joy that you bring to our lives. And, now that you're here, I wonder how we ever lived without you.

Love,
Mommy

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