The magic of poutine

I’m of two minds about Miri’s walking: one, she can walk whenever the hell she wants to walk, whenever she’s ready. She’s fine, and normal, and it’s no big deal. No one ever didn’t get in to MIT because they weren’t walking by 12 months. But then the outside world (i.e. other mombies and babies) encroaches on my bubble and I see other babies younger than Miri walking, and their mamas smugly say, “Oh enjoy it while you can! Because once they’re walking…” and I wonder if Miri is going to be like the family in Turkey that walks on all fours.

Today I was putting away clothes in Miri’s room and she just wandered in, then continued walking across the floor like it was nothing. About twelve steps. I think it was the poutine she had for lunch. That stuff has magical powers.

Speaking of food, I’m having internal conflict between the me who doesn’t share food and the me who is so proud of Miri eating everything. Yesterday for lunch she devoured a veggie masala burger with hummus, then had a chicken verde tamale and some California rolls for dinner. For lunch today we shared poutine then she stole some tomatoes and avocado out of my salad. She is the only person in existence who can reach over and take food off my plate without even asking and not get the side-eye from me. Because Rose doesn’t share food. To be completely honest, the best part about her eating everything is that it makes less work for this Lazy Mom. But it’s also pretty cute watching her deconstruct a sushi roll. I’d show you a picture, but, that would be a photo of a baby with food on her face, and I don’t do that.

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Letters to Miriam: One year old

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Dear Miriam,

You have just completed your first trip around the sun, you have been on this planet with us for one complete year. You were born last year on this day,  and you made me a mommy, you made Dada a daddy, and we became a little family. This past year has been the best year of my life so far, getting to know you. I suspect it is just going to get better and better. I’m at a loss for writing a birthday post without devolving into cliches: time goes so fast, whatever stage you’re in is my new favorite, I can’t imagine my life without you in it (insert Lifetime movie dialog here).

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You’re on the verge of walking but you’re not too sure about it. You are such an efficient and fast crawler that it’s still your favorite way to get around. But over the past few weeks you’re starting to enjoy being upright more and cruising around the house, always with one hand on the wall or furniture. You love running around while gripping our hands, sometimes barely holding on, but you just like knowing that we’re there.

You’ve learned a lot at daycare, and can sign “all done,” “more,” “eat,” and “milk.” Suddenly I’m realizing how much you understand too…when I tell you that we’re going to take Ardie for a walk, you hurry over and grab his leash from the basket near the door. You love mealtimes, and I haven’t found too much that you won’t eat yet. Butternut squash is a definite “no,” probably because of the texture. But you gobble up your curried chickpeas, teriyaki tofu, sweet potatoes, ravioli, avocado, bananas, cheese, and any kind of fruit.

Pizza crust!

Pizza crust!

And a new favorite this month: cake. You had your own little carrot cake on your birthday, though the frosting was a bigger hit than the cake itself. Grandma bought you a chocolate and vanilla cake for your party at her house and I think you would have eaten the whole thing if we’d let you.

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It was great seeing the family all together for your birthday, and you had lots of fun exploring Grandma Rivett’s gardens and pointing out what she’d missed when child-proofing.

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Note the tippy-toes. She can reach higher than you think!

It was a great birthday, the first of many many more. I’m going to keep making you cakes and putting funny hats on you and making your day as special as possible as long as you will let me. Okay, so the hat thing isn’t going to last…

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Not sure if this was about the hat or my singing…

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Presents! New friend Flora the Fox supervises play with Mega Blocks.

 

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So happy birthday little girl! I hope you had as much fun as we did. This is the last of my monthly Letters to Miriam posts, from here I’ll be writing a letter to you every six months. I’ll still be writing other blog posts and updating as frequently as I can, but you’re keeping me so busy that it’s getting hard to write a letter to post every month!

 

Facebook, it’s you, not me

I’ve recently discovered that if I abandon Facebook for 48 hours over the weekend, I am generally happier, less ragey-against-stupid, and I probably pay more attention to my family. I’m not sure what irritates me more: people’s ignorant comments or my husband’s attempts to censor me (to be fair, he is probably justified in trying to stop me from spewing snarky diatribes all over FB). For example, this morning, I was poised to eloquently request that Christians stop playing the convenient Victim Card they love to flash in lieu of true humanitarianism…perhaps my wording would have been a tad harsher. Ah well. I did delete FB from my phone, though not before I changed my profile pic to the Arabic letter alif for atheist. I now realize it should have been a kah for kafir but I didn’t want to offend my Muslim friends.
In other FB rants, sunshine, unicorn dust and extra water will not clean your poopy cloth diapers, crunchy mamas. Bleach and detergent are your friends. Your baby’s bum will thank me.

Ear infections and other myths

A few days ago, Matt said that he suspected Miri had an ear infection. I was a little shaken by this, as she’s never had an ear infection. I have always assumed that ear infections, like teething, were just excuses that parents made for their babies crankiness. And so far, Miri is weathering teething like a champ, so I figure it doesn’t really hurt that bad *ducking*. Miri was tugging at her ear a bit, and as she’s been picking up various daycare viruses all month, so I took her in to the pediatrician just to have a look. Fortunately, both ears looked fine, it was probably just a bit of congestion clearing up from one of her many viruses over the past month. This kid is actively challenging my entire believe system. What’s next, she’ll be telling me god ISN’T dead?

She’s already busy writing her manifesto.

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