Big boys eat in high chairs

Carrots and peas and pears, oh my.
More proof Steel is growing up too fast: he’s eating solids. Everything from oatmeal and bananas in the morning to beef and vegetables in the evening.
We haven’t found one thing he doesn’t like to eat. At first he didnt’ like peaches, probably a little too tart; but, he’s over that. He’s gobbling them down just like everything else.
We can’t give him rice cereal, not that he doesn’t like it, but we think it’s linked it to a rash on his chest. Once we stopped giving it to him, it went away. We’ve been told to let him try it once more to see if that’s what gave him the rash.
Other than that, he’s a good little eater. And I hope it sticks.

Oatmeal Time
Steve and I aren’t the greatest eaters. Both of us are pretty picky. The biggest thing I hope Steel doesn’t inherit, eating-habits-wise, is our dislike for fish. Neither one of us will eat it. Well, that’s not entirely true. I do eat some sushi, like salmon and tuna. I just don’t like the taste of cooked fish..too fishy. Steve will eat crab and shrimp, but that’s the extent of it. We’ll have to work hard at getting Steel to eat cooked fish because there’s so much nutritional value I want him to get out of it. “Do as we say, not as we do (or don’t do),” right? I hated when my parents told me that, but now I see why they did! “Because I say so,” is another one I can’t wait to use. Ha ha!
For now, we’ll enjoy him gobbling up anything we put in front of him, veggies and all. And for now, it’s still cute when he gets it all over the place!
Posted: February 2nd, 2010 under Uncategorized.
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Just when we started to get into a walking routine, here comes the rain.
“We are the pack leaders, not Duke…” as Dog Trainer Cesar Millan has taught us through his TV show Dog Whisperer. As Duke fights to be first, we are all also fighting for space on the curb. Since Duke can’t be in the front, he wants to be at our side, but this doesn’t work when we have a jogger that takes up nearly all the curbside. Plus, Steve and I want to talk to each other, so we are trying to walk side-by-side. It’s just a constant battle of all of us wanting to be near each other, which isn’t a bad thing, right? It’s pretty amusing, actually.
This is the picture I text to all my friends and family during this week’s rainstorm.
shopping. I didn’t think much of it. I just chopped it up to the stress of the holiday rush. Then when I got home, Steve told me that he also wasn’t feeling well. We thought maybe it was the tamales that we both had eaten earlier in the day, but when I called my mom to see if she, too, had gotten sick because she had also eaten them she said she was feeling fine. Within a couple hours, I was vomiting and it lasted through the night until about 5 a.m. Christmas morning. Somehow, Steve, who has a phobia of throwing up, never got sick. Go figure.
Despite all that, Steel’s first Christmas was a wonderful time spent with family. He was showered with so much love.. and gifts! Grandpa Richard got him a jumper, that makes two because Grandpa Gordon also got him one. Great minds think alike! He also got pretty much an entire wardrobe and a few toys. I think Steel’s favorite, though, was the wrapping and ribbons, which, like everything else these days, went directly in his mouth. 
the jumper, he’s surrounded by toys. It keeps him fascinated for a good half hour at time. A heaven sent to Steve and me because Steel’s also at that age when he needs to be held every minute he’s awake. The jumper buys us some time when we need to get things done, but he needs to be entertained.
Despite all my efforts, sanitizing and vaccinations, I still got sick. Hence this picture of me covering my face with tissue… Steve knows better than to try to take a picture of me when I’m sick!
concerned that Steel might be too small? Yeah, scratch that.
Since he’s at the 4-month mark, we are supposed to start introducing him to solid foods. Dr. Bravo was laughing with Steve and me because we were so clueless as to how to feed 

