Blue Poop
Blueberries are in season full force. We have been eating them at least twice a day. Food Lion down the street has them for 99 cents a pint. You just can’t beat that. So, I’m changing PJ’s diaper today and he actually has blue poop. I thought about taking a picture for the blog…
Date with Mom
So this morning was a little rough. PJ, the ever-content newborn, is starting to become a bit willful at times. I think he’s beginning to learn to throw a fit. He gets mad at me when he’s tired and I tell him no on something. I think he tried to bite me today – either that or he wanted to nurse. Anyway, he does the “I’m screaming and nothing is coming out” and arches his back. I think when he does this, I need to calm him down and put him to bed. So, we were having a little bit of a frustrating morning and needed to leave the house for a change of environment. I wanted to go downtown to the Visitor’s Center to see if there are some brochures for things we might want to do while Aunt Kym and Cousin Brock are here. Well, across the way is a cute little cafe called Mary’s Of Course. I decided my little boy might need some special time with Mamma. We wheeled over. I ordered us a water and a strawberry-kiwi fruit tart. I got it “to go” in case we had a meltdown. But he did very well. I cleared off a table and sat him in a chair. We shared the water and played with the straw. We shared the tart. I think he really enjoyed it. He flirted with the folks that came in and the waiter. We had a good time! Maybe we’ll make this a weekly event. I can’t believe how well he did.
Horrible Man
We went to the library this afternoon to check out a couple of DVDs for tomorrow when Dad pulls another 30 hour surgery shift. PJ was squirmy so I let him roam a bit – still crawling. He risks a step or two every now and then. Anyway, we run into this large man in a wheelchair. He was really sweet to PJ. He mentions how scary it is to raise kids nowadays. Then he wants to tell me a story. He proceeds to tell me how he went to see his grown daughter and she had two black eyes. Terrible I said. Her husband gave them to her, he says. He said she has no excuse to be allowing her husband to treat her like that because she has a black belt. But he’s my husband, she says. So he tells me he says to her, Well, I’m your daddy, and proceeds to get out the belt! At this point I do not want to continue talking to this man. For some reason I have this terrible habit of trying to get out of things like this gracefully. I wish I would have just said he was a horrible man and picked up PJ and left. But I didn’t. He says his granddaughter gets upset and he tells her to go up to her room until Grandpa comes to get her. I feel like this man is some horrible character from these depressing library books. He must think he is normal. How else would he be telling me this?! So I listen a bit more and try to shut it down as soon as possible without looking like I’m shutting it down. I pray I get better about this. I must not be bound by this sort of behavior – I don’t want to “gracefully” stay around this! I want to say, You are horrible, and leave. I don’t need to expose PJ to that stuff. And it would have been completely appropriate to say. What is wrong with me!!!
Pointing and Containers
PJ is experimenting with pointing at stuff. I think he likes how you look when he points. Did I mention that already? I hear you can start making progress with sign language when kids start pointing. So I guess I need to get on that! He’s also starting to put things in and take them out of containers. We are finding things in the guitar hole. He will put his cheerios in the cup on his stroller and then take them out and eat them. He will put his blueberries in a cup and then take them out to eat them. It is very cute.
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