May 31, 2010

May 27, 2010

dinner time!

I love feeding Cara.  I have always loved feeding Cara.  When I was nursing, I found it so amazing that not only could I grow a human being in my belly, but I could also feed one with just my own body.  I loved the snuggles and closeness that go along with nursing, and I think that is why Cara is still such a little snuggle bug now at almost 11 months.
But, the best part came when we started feeding Cara real food.  Watching a 6-month-old try to figure out what to do with pureed sweet potatoes is hilarious!  Think about what you would do if someone shoved that goop into your mouth!  I had fun inventing mashed up concoctions and freezing them into little goop cubes for my girl.  Things are getting even more fun these days because now, Cara wants to feed herself.  A few weeks ago, she quit eating her goop cubes at daycare.  I couldn't believe that my chubby child was refusing her food!  So, we started with puffs and Cheerios, which she loved.  From there, we are now on to zucchini, squash, chicken, and couscous (tonight's dinner).


(This was the first time I have seen Cara actually drink from her sippy cup.  She usually just chews on it.  Moving on up!)

Lately, I just give Cara whatever I am cooking for dinner.  The other night it was spanish rice, slightly spicy.  I didn't think twice about plopping some down for Cara, but PJ got a little worried, especially since at least a third of Cara's dinner ends up smeared all over her head.  Does spanish rice burn if it gets into your eyes??  Apparently not.  Cara gobbled it up.  And when I say "gobbled," I mean "GOBBLED," like she does with her bananas in the morning.  I think she holds a contest herself to see how many pieces of banana can fit into that little mouth.  She wins every time.

May 21, 2010

never a dull moment

My students have been working on poetry projects.  One of my kids sent this to me in an email.  I had to laugh.

Mrs Cooper is a teacher,
She is not a preacher.

She makes funny faces,
And she is not racist.

I think she is kinda mean.
I like the color green.

Mrs. Cooper twitches her head
After everything I said.

I think shes kinda weird.
She doesn’t have a beard.

Mrs. Cooper thinks shes smart
For she knows symbolism by heart.

But we all know its true
That she doesn’t have a clue.

She doesn’t know what Im writing
But if she did we'd probably be fighting.

I might just turn this in tomorrow
But it could result in sorrow.

Because when she doesn’t like it
Ill probably fail.

The end. (:

May 19, 2010

starting up

Starting a blog is a lot like signing on to a reality tv show.  You open your life up to the public willingly, but I  suppose the big difference between *this* and The Real World is that I am my own editor.  Too bad no one will be around to splice my week into 30 minutes interesting enough for that coveted 18-24 year old audience.  Wait...I'm not even included in that group anymore...

When I started thinking about how my first post should read, it seemed natural to include some sort of "about me" stuff, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that my "about me" is really an "about Cara."  My life drastically changed 10 months ago when my girl made her appearance.  So what exactly changed when I became a mommy?

1)  My body:  Could this be because we cancelled the gym membership?  Perhaps...  I just couldn't pick Cara up from daycare after work just to take her to the childcare center at the gym.  Even though my pre-baby clothes *technically* fit, they just don't look the same.  Why don't things go back to where they were before I was a spaceship for an alien?

2)  My shoes:  I love shoes.  I used to wear heels EVERY SINGLE DAY to work.  I had some cute ones too.  I think the ones I wear these days are still pretty cute, but maybe my definition of "pretty cute" has changed.  You make that call; here is the latest pair of shoes I have purchased.

3)  My brain:  I am always forgetting something these days.  Before baby, I thought I had everything together.  Now, there are so many things to get together, it is impossible to remember them all.  I have found that I am more forgiving when other people forget things though.  So, if I forgot your birthday, don't hold it against me.  I'm probably going to forget my own next year, and it won't bother me very much if you do too.

4)  The Hills:  I used to love The Hills.  It's a guilty pleasure, go ahead and make fun of me.  But, I can't believe how trivial and contrived that show is these days!  Maybe it's because Lauren Conrad left, or maybe it's because the main focus is Heidi's quadruple Fs, or maybe it's because I would rather watch the Kardashians now that Kourtney has her own little one.

5)  My heart:  Sometimes, I look around me, and I think my heart is going to burst.  PJ was so awesome while I was in labor, and something about that experience changed the way that I love him or maybe the how much I love him.  I'm not sure how to define it, but it is more, bigger, deeper than before.  And, of course, my girl...I can't put that one into words either.  All I can say is that it's the coolest thing in the world.
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