Zanahorias

Zanahoria- the spanish word for carrot. Today, Coranelle tried carrots, and really seemed to like them. Do you think that is because I love them and eat them every day? Is she somehow used to them because I ate them while I was pregnant and while nursing? Not sure. But, for a touchy baby, she sure didn't miss a beat when I offered them to her today. She'd done alright with squash and yams. Actually, squash was a pain. I offered it to her about 8 times before she finally actually swallowed a tiny amount. She was very dramatic about it too. Gagging and kind of choking. She did better when it was a store bought jar of squash and the texture was perfectly smooth. But, she still would only tolerate a spoonful or two. But, really, so would I. When I tasted it, I couldn't eat more than a spoonful by itself either. With the yams, it depended on the day or time I offered them. Sometimes, she'd eat the whole little thawed out ice cube of them. Other times, she'd turn away as soon as she smelled them. So, what kind of eater will I have on my hands? It will be interesting to see.

Today, it is gorgeous here. Mid 70's and sunny. The last 3 days, I have walked with friends in a t-shirt for almost 2 hours each day. I am soaking up this wonderful weather while it lasts. Later today, I have a "play-date" with a friend that I met at my breast-feeding group. We are meeting at a park to walk around the lake and let the babies hang out together in the sun. This mom used to be worried about her son's weight gain. He is 6 days older than Coranelle and now weighs 17+ pounds. Crazy. I think Coranelle is somewhere near 12 1/2 pounds. It's crazy how different these little ones are. Hopefully, she doubles her birthweight by 6 months.

This past Tuesday, I went to Body Pump at 5:30. Coranelle was a total pill for Ryan. She went down for a little nap for about 15 minutes. Then, she cried. I came home to her crying again! It makes me not want to leave. Ryan was going to try putting her in the swing and she saw me and then started screaming. Red faced, tears, heaving... oh, it's so hard to listen to. I asked if I could hold her for a minute. She calmed down instantly. Ryan encouraged me to put her in the swing so that someone else could calm her. I reluctantly listened and went to throw some dinner together. She screamed and screamed. It was about 5 minutes, but felt like an hour. Ryan decided to take her out and calm her down himself, but it didn't work. He didn't want me to take her right away and so I tried to stand back. After 5 more minutes, I came to take her- unable to listen to her scream anymore. She, of course, was fine once she was in my arms. This stage is making me crazy. Poor Ryan. All he wants to do is come home and love on his daughter, and she just wants to be in my arms. So, we are going to try working on having other people hold her and comfort her so we don't make the problem worse. Any other advice?

Alright, off to make some brownies. After the rec center on Thursdays, we have Josh and Claire over to watch The Office and I try to have treats. Have a great day!