Since Christmas, the babies have been eating solids (and by “solids” I actually mean “very mushy fruits and orange vegetables”).  After Round 1 (one week) of solids... I decided that I wanted to make my own baby food.  Seeing that Kevin is Alton Brown in the kitchen... and I am more the “sous chef” I am not sure what turned me on to this idea.  But I love it.  (I hope I don’t turn granola.)  I spent about an hour (literally) in the baby aisle of Barnes & Noble looking through all the “baby cookbooks” (I had NO idea there were so many!!!) until I finally found the perfect one.  I normally make about 2 weeks worth on one Saturday or Sunday afternoon, and it’ll get a little tiring after peeling and boiling the 8th sweet potato and then again after the 10th apple... but seeing your homemade goodies smeared all over their faces is completely worth it! (And having the house smell like cooked apples as opposed to yesterday’s diapers is a nice bonus, too.)

 

I’ve also recently discovered that solids in = solids out.  For those of you that need an explanation... we’re talking “grown up poop”, people.  I can’t get over how easy it is to clean up after.  (I also can’t get over how some things, i.e. sweet potatoes, look EXACTLY the same on the back end.  And I mean EXACTLY the same.) Knock on wood... when we hear Mallory grunting in her car seat on the way to church, we don’t have to worry anymore whether or not it’s going to come out of her diaper in every direction before we can hand her off to the nursery as if we thought nothing was wrong.  Whew!

 

In other, non “poop” related news (as if you would even care about anything else!), the babies went back to the doctor on Monday for their 6 month checkup.  Taylor was 15lbs 15 oz and 26 3/4 inches “tall”.  Mallory was 16lbs 9oz and 26 1/4 inches.  So, while Taylor is long and lean, we’ll just say that Mallory is a little “rounder”.  They are right where the doctors said they need to be... not too skinny, not too pudgy.  Yep... that’s right... i’m pretty sure he wanted to use the word “perfect”.  I could just see it on the tip of his tongue.  (ok, maybe not).  They also both got flu shots (along with an assembly line of other shots), and were not exactly happy about this.  Mommy and Daddy didn’t even get a flu shot this year... I suppose that’s not fair.  

 

I would normally close the blog by letting you know when the next doctor’s appointment was... but I can’t find the card, and I’m sure it’s sitting the bottom of the diaper bag with 20 Publix receipts and who knows what else.  So, until next time...