What a 1-year old likes to do for fun

The rage at Casa Reeves-Thomas is books.  Desmond is all about the books: my books, dad's books, his books...if it's got a cover and you can flip the pages, he loves it.  The book doesn't even need to have pictures in it (his go-to book in my bookshelf is Gabriel Garcia Marquez's In the Time of Cholera), although he seems to prefer books that have pictures in it.  In reality, I think he likes pulling the books off the shelf and having me chase after him and telling him no and putting them back.  The kid thinks it's the funnest game ever invented and he'll squeal with glee and quickly run away from me to get to more books.  Sometimes, he gets so excited that he trips over his own feet and then starts crying.  Talk about manic-depressive...

One of the first sightings of Desmond being interested in books

Looks like Auntie Kseniya is more interested in his book than Desmond is.  It's because she was an English major.

His favorite books are the ones that have sing-songy rhymes.  His Grandma Donna got him his most favorite book: The Lady with the Alligator Purse.  Remember that book?  Miss Lucy had a baby, his name was Tiny Tim...  As soon as Desmond hears the sing-songy cadence of those first few lines, he throws his right hand up by his head and starts to wiggle his bottom and dance.  

You can probably find this book used at a used bookstore or library sale, or you can buy it on Amazon.

He also loves tactile books, the books with things poking out of them or where you can feel the "fur" on the doggy, kitten, bird, etc.  He also particularly enjoys any book that makes music.  

Although reading The Lady with the Alligator Purse and the Ladybugs book (5 little ladybugs sitting on the shore, along came a fish, then there were 4! Little ladybugs...) over and over and over ad nauseam is causing my brain to atrophy, it's starting to pay off: although this has only happened once, it still means that Des is learning something and showing me that the brain that I gestated is worthy of my admiration and respect.  If I say, in Spanish, of course, Des, go get lady with the alligator purse, he'll go to his basket of books, look around, and pull it out.  He did it with 2 other of his favorite books.  

Yes, Des is a boxer-briefs guy.  Here he is going through his baskets of toys and books.  Each basket has a specific type of toy: wooden ones and books on the bottom and soft toys on the top.

All the books always say that it's important to read to your baby, starting from day 1 (if you have the energy...I'd recommend week 2.  By that time, you're in a routine and probably need to do something to keep you from some of the boredom of being alone with a newborn).  I started off reading google reader blogs to Desmond out loud.  Then, I tried to initiate a "bedtime routine" that consisted of bath, books, and feeding.  He wasn't having any nonsense about a routine (he must have been 6 months at the time).  Now, whenever we're in his room for quiet play time, he'll pull out book after book for me to read to him.  Sometimes, he'll come and sit on my lap while I read.  As much as I complain about how tedious it is to read puerile books all day to a child with the attention span of a goldfish, I get such a surge of warm, motherly, protective, and proud feelings when he hands me a book and sits in my lap.  You bet that instead of rushing through the book to get it over with, I take my time and point out all of the people and things in the pictures and let him turn the pages when he wants.  I give him tons of kisses on the top of his head and end each reading session (where he's sitting on my lap) with tickles.

So excited for his new book...a touch and feel book from his Madrina Annie.

He freaking loves birds. 

OK...that last paragraph sounded like it was straight out of those cheesy parenting books that has the perfect family all holding hands and running through a field showered with sunlight.  That ain't my life most days, although when I see Des wanting to read and cultivating that wonderful gift of loving to learn (and listen and dance), then that nice sunlight does make its way into my house.  Only just a bit, though...

Birthday weekend: The big 3-0!

I remember 8 years ago, talking to my BFF Annie on the phone on my birthday and telling her that "there it was...22...looming before me like two tombstones."  22 meant being a real adult...having to go out into the real world and out of the enveloping cocoon of liberal arts undergraduate dorm life.  Back then, I had my life planned out: graduate at 22, finish grad school at 26, get married, and have kids by 28. 

This year, I turned 30 and, although I have a few gray hairs, a saggier gut, and a little human, I still feel like I'm 22, although I wish I had the energy of my 22-year-old self.  So for my birthday this year, I had dropped major hints to Billy that I wanted an iPad.  He kept telling me that we couldn't afford it, I'd pout, drop the subject, and then ask drop the hint again 1 week later. 

Instead of an iPad, however, Billy got me the craziest best gift ever: he flew out 3 of my best girlfriends (girls I've known since before I was 22) to Salt Lake City from Ohio and West Virginia.  They had all planned this elaborate surprise where one girl would show up, say surprise! and I'd be surprised and then the next would do the same.  3 Huge surprises in the span of a few hours: you betcha I almost peed myself from excitement (I say ALMOST because my bladder control has seriously improved over the past year.  Although that is something that is definitely not the same as it was 8 years ago).  They spent a few days in SLC and then left.  It was the most perfect birthday gift ever.  Although an iPad wouldn't have left so soon.  Just sayin'...

Jen, Kaip, and Annie.  At Ruth's Diner.

On the grounds of the Mormon Temple.  Kaip: "This looks like Disney World in here."

Desmond and Auntie Kaip. 

What a 1-year-old eats...at least, what MY 1-year-old eats

We've had a very laissez-faire approach to feeding Desmond solids.  He started off with avocado as his first food and moved on to pureed varieties of several foods (squash, sweet potatoes, etc).  That lasted about a month or so and then we just started mashing and grinding our leftovers and giving it to him and, it turned out, he enjoyed our food so much more than his slightly more bland baby food. 

Des enjoying his first taste of avocado.  He now prefers his avocado guacamole'd.

He loves spices: cinnamon, curry, chipotle powder...The kid definitely has a penchant for worldly flavors.  He gets it after me.  Seriously.  I loved eating Thai food, Indian food, and Mexican food while I was pregnant.  I mean, Ekamai Thai and Chipotle burritos were my go-to foods throughout the week.  All that deliciousness was emanating from my guts, into my bloodstream, and into his amnio-pod.  So, the whole time, Des was just swimming in amniotic fluid that smelled (and probably tasted) like garlic, curry, and cilantro.  Don't believe me?  What happens when you eat a shit ton of garlicky pickles and then go work out?  You emanate garlic from your pits.  What happens when you buy a round of cheese from a cow that ate chives and garlic shoots at pasture?  The cheese tastes like garlicky onions.  Still don't believe me?  Read (or listen to) this article from NPR:

But Mennella says that not only is the amniotic fluid and breast milk in humans flavored by food just like cows, but memories of these flavors are formed even before birth. That could result in preferences for these foods or odors for a lifetime. In other words, if you eat broccoli while you're pregnant, there's a much better chance your baby will like broccoli.

Of course he's declined several foods over the last few months (just recently, he declined a deliciously creamy potato soup I made), but I have a few tricks up my sleeve to get him to try everything and maybe end up liking good-for-him stuff in the long run.  First of all, sometimes, he'll just be in a mood to assert his independence and want to wear his big-boy shorts and he'll turn his head when I offer him food.  At this point, I'll have known he's hungry (either he hasn't eaten for a while or he'll blatantly point to his treat cup...those cups with those weird lids on it that kids could stick their hands in and get treats out).

Munchkin snack catchers

So, I'll patiently wait until he opens his mouth then pop some of that food right into his gullet.  Usually he spits it out right away, but once he can process the taste, he'll ask for more. 

Second, I have been letting him try to feed himself with a spoon or just his hands.  He thinks this is fun and will actually try to put the spoon into his mouth and inadvertently end up tasting the delicious meal I lovingly made just for him (read: last night's dinner leftovers). 

Des eating a whole tomato like it was an apple.  He finished probably 1/4 of it.

Des with yogurt all over his face.

Third, if he absolutely wants nothing to do with it, I don't push it.  I take him out of his high chair, put the leftovers that are stuck to the tray on the floor (the dogs lick it off.  What?  It's less for me to clean when I go clean the tray off in the sink), and wash him off.  I will make a mental note that today he didn't like steamed broccoli, but maybe next week I'll put a dash of zatarain's on it and maybe he'll eat it.
 

First taste of gazpacho with Grandma Donna at the Farmer's Market.  He initially disliked it.

Asking for more after the initial first bite.

Point is, a baby who's able to crawl and can grasp stuff pretty adroitly (and I am using adroitly very loosely), can probably handle grown-up food, mashed according to dental capacity (Des has 6 teeth now and he's on to eating slices of apple, albeit not very well yet).  Feeding Des our leftovers actually has made me cook more nutritious, whole-food meals for ourselves (whole food as in no processed, usually vegetarian foods, not necessarily bought at Whole Foods).  Right now, I would say that his calories are half grown-up food and half milk. 

What we need to work on now is how to curb his growing love and crackhead affinity for treats (those organic O's that you can buy that are like apple flavored).  He loves that stuff and if he even sees the tub of Os out in the open, he'll shriek like a banshee and point and say "ugh ugh ugh."  I think part of it is that he loves being able to carry a portable source of food and he'll walk around waving his treat cup all over the place and handing treats to the dogs.  Unlike me, who never likes to share what's on her plate, he's a very generous consumer of food. 

Business lunch.  Des is CONSTANTLY on his blackberry.

Saw some treats go by on a tray.  This is his "ugh ugh ugh" face.  He's grasping an animal cracker in his hand.

So, point is, don't be shy about giving your kid different non-Gerber food.  Get him used to different, APPROPRIATELY mashed/cut/torn food so that he turns out to (hopefully) be a lover of good, delicious, wholesome, and healthy food. 

Des is lucky to have his godmother Jen, who makes incredible raw and vegan food, like this nut-based dip.  Des LOVED all of the raw food Jen gave him.  Dead serious. 

Munching on a carrot dipped in some nut-paté.  Look at his healthy glow!

Disclaimer: we have given Des french fries.  Once.  At the airport when he was FREAKING out and we were ready to board the plane.  And I've given him some of my chocolate malt shake when I was out in small-town Missouri looking at antique shops.  I don't let it guilt trip me; I figure that a heavily restricted diet will lead Desmond to grow up, rebel, and binge on McDonald's every day for lunch in high school (just like happens sometimes with teens and other abstinence-only programs...let's not get me started on that.)

Feeding Des some ice cream in Colombia.

My kid's head is HUGE.

I mean, he's in the 90th percentile for head circumference and barely breaking the 20th percentile for everything else that they measure (weight, height, etc).  Billy is partly to blame, since he's got a rather large head (it suits him and his body perfectly, though) but I also think it's because Desmond has an Einstein-like brain.  There's a reason that humans have brains that are proportionally the largest when compared to their bodies in the entire animal kingdom (don't quote me on that...I swear I learned that in high school).

Don't let the drool and the goofy ruler/magnifier fool ya; before this picture was taken, Desmond was designing a mid-century modern dog house for Pirate and Hanzo.

Here he is assessing the maze.  You can almost see the brain waves emanating from his tow head.

In 3 seconds flat, Desmond had this Inception-like maze figured out and solved.  Brilliant.  My boy needs to go visit Oprah at OWN.

He gets the genius from me.

My first time traveling alone with an almost one-year-old baby

My last day in Salt Lake City was June 27.  Billy and friends helped to pack our entire little house into a 14-foot U-Haul truck.

Expert packing

We had a nice going-away potluck party at Higher Ground and all our dearest and nearest were kind enough to show up and say bye.

PH geeks

My friend and mentor, Christy, with her adorable son Quinn.

HGL folks

 Billy left and drove halfway across the country to St. Louis.  I stayed with his parents for a few days before I, too, made the trek.  Except I flew.  Alone.  With an 11-month-old.

Des spending time with Grandma Donna.

He was obsessed with those windchimes.  But cool thing about having an almost-toddler, you get killer guns by holding them up to see stuff all the time.  My left arm is noticeably stronger than my right.

At the airport, getting ready for our flight and blowing off some of that energy.

I spent the last few days before our flight adjusting Desmond's sleep schedule slightly so that when 3pm hit, he would be ready for a nap...right on time for take-off.  And yes, he's wearing a different outfit because, as we're standing in line to board, I hear this earth-rumbling noise and then the smell....God, the smell.  The nearest bathroom is at the other end of the terminal, so I say, screw it!  and changed him right at the gate.  I got several disapproving looks from my fellow passengers but better then than on the plane.  Jerks.

Since Desmond doesn't sleep as much as he used to, I have to have several backup entertainment options for him.  He constantly wants to touch the light and air valve thing above us and wants to play with the window shade so that he could slam it down, push it up, slam it down, push it up and annoy everyone within 5 rows of us.  So, I made sure to put away some choice toys of his while we were at Grandma's so that I could pull them out on the plane and it'd be like having new toys.  I bought one new special toy from Kid to Kid and put them all in a tupperware container.  I also made sure to include some healthier treats (fruit puree and those organic O's) and some not-so-healthy ones (Grandma Donna's chocolate chip cookies).  I also brought a juice that he could sip on. 

Do you want to know what kept him the most occupied, though?  The free headphones they gave us on the plane.  He mouthed those ear pieces for minutes at a time.  He also loved the plastic cups they gave me for water (I asked for 2: one for him and one for me).  At this point in Des's life, he's still controllable in that I could hold onto him and he doesn't spill into the seat next to me and get drool and cookie crumbs all over the old lady with the perfectly coiffed silver hair and the heavy perfume.  However, I still have 1 more year left of free flights for him, and although I'm going to take full advantage of that fact, I'm dreading having to fly alone with him again. 

Otherwise, the trip (with a layover in Denver of 4!!!! hours...found the kiddie play area, thank God!) was a success and we made it to St. Louis safe and sort of sound.

Transitions

It's July 26th and I haven't written a post in over a month.  Life has been crazy busy what with the move and all and I wish I had time to sit down and really marinate in my creative juices (what little I have of creative juices) and write, write, write.  I have these great, grand ideas about how much better I'm going to make my life; how much healthier I'm going to be because I'm going to eat better, learn how to ride a bike, and do yoga everyday; how much happier I'm going to be because I'm going to actively work on it every day; and how present I'm going to be as a mother to Desmond.

However, I keep pushing those ideas to the backburner every single day.  "Oh, tomorrow I'll start all of that.  Next week will be a perfect start week.  Oh, I can't start until Billy gets back to school.  I NEED a nanny before I can even think of starting any sort of self-imposed betterment program...etc"  It's always an excuse, right? 

I really hope that in the next few weeks I can unpack my house and get my act together so that I can get into the right mindframe to dish out awesome blog posts that I hope are helpful or at least slightly interesting to read for other people.  In the meantime, I will tell you that mothering hasn't gotten any easier for me.  Des is almost a year old and I'm downright clueless sometimes as to what to do with him.  He's using those vocal chords to the best of his ability (think Steven Tyler singing "Livin on the Edge") and has just started walking.  Some days he makes me want to sign up for therapy/meditation; other days, I'll get to that point but then he puts his head on my shoulder and "snuggles" me (he is NOT a cuddler at all) and then I melt and marvel at how evolution has made my son use his snuggle to pacify me at the height of my anger and frustration.  

I've got so much to talk about and I can't wait to start blogging again.  For those of you who still read this, thanks for being so cool to me and caring about my weird little life :)  With that, I'll leave you with some wonderful family pictures that we had taken by the most wonderful Evelyn Eslava of Evelyn Eslava Photography (check out her blog, too!)

With Bill's family: Grandpa Bruce, Grandma Donna, Auntie Kseniya, and Uncle Dan

Des is so lucky to have 5 amazing grandparents.  Here are 2 of them who have been rockstars in helping to take care of Desmond throughout the past year.

I definitely need to send this picture into a baby photo contest.

My guys are so handsome.