Matthias wanted me to clarify...

A while ago my sister posted this picture of Matthias on her blog.

She is always razzing me because we went to rival schools, and I usually don't join in that much because I probably would have fit in better at "her" school, the agriculture college, than I did at mine, the "business-med school-lawyer" college. Water under the bridge; I'm just not that great of a participant in razzing.

Matthias, however, saw the picture and wanted me to fix it. He is already such a "people person;" perhaps he already sees business or politics in his future? God help us. But his expression is much improved, so that means something...

We have an eater!

Matthias took his first spoonful of non-breastmilk food the other day. I chose peas. I'm not really sure why; maybe because they are somewhat bland, and I was in a hurry to get through the grocery store with my little guy who had just gotten a shot (although he was sleeping blissfully and had no troubles from it).  Here are pictures:

Okay....

Well, I guess I'll have some more.

Why are we doing this, again?

Okay, okay, I'll be a good boy and eat them.

The peas seemed to agree with him, and last night we tried carrots, which he liked slightly better. Although by these pictures it may look like Matthias hates peas, he did keep asking for more, so he must have liked them!

On being a burlap greenie...

So, most people who know me will be inclined to ask, "who's the burlap greenie?" Certainly not the conservative Christian, gun-toting, meat-eating, tractor-loving girl that writes this blog! Well....every once in a while Jon  feels like he needs to label me a "burlap greenie." Like...occasionally we go to a restaurant and I think the vegetarian dish sounds good (or the meat just looks too suspect to eat!). Or I become a member of a food co-op. Or I drag him to a food co-op if we're in a "big city," where we stick out like sore thumbs in our non-environmentally-friendly clothing and non-organic smell (read: freshly showered).

Jon's latest fodder for my "burlap greenie-hood" is my use of cloth diapers. I was on the fence, initally. My sister used them sometimes with her girls, and I had friends who used them sometimes. I thought I might try them every once in a while....until Matthias started leaking through pretty much every diaper I put on him or getting a nasty rash from the ones that didn't leak. Even with the "ultra absorbent overnight" Pampers, I was often awakening at midnight to a very sad little boy who had soaked through the diaper, sleeper, blankets and crib sheet.

At that point I'm not sure what actually got me to try cloth. I figured they'd be worse, much worse, than disposables. After all, they're made of cloth, right? I started doing research and found out they were just darn cute. I guess that was it. Who could resist putting their baby in an "Einstein" diaper?

Plus...(drumroll, please) I haven't had any leaks with any of the cloth diapers I have tried so far. Any!! That means none!! I finally got brave enough to try a cloth overnight when I was at my parents' house a few nights ago. Same deal. No leaks, and we had one of our best nights in a long time!! That was with a Rumparooz diaper. If you want to know what Matthias wants for Christmas, it's another Rumparooz diaper!! Gradually I am cycling through different overnight options for him, but so far Rumparooz or the above Einstein diaper (bumGenius 4.0 in Albert) are the winners.

Jon's not thrilled at the amount of time I have spent researching/talking/raving about/washing the cloth diapers. But I think he's coming around! :)

Smiley Bug!!

Goofy Magee!

The biggest thing I just can't get over with Matthias is how smiley he is!!! He woke me up yesterday morning--well, for the second time...usually he wakes up at 6ish, Jon brings him in when he leaves for work, then Matthias sleeps and eats until 8ish. Don't judge me!! I love the extra sleep.

Matthias took one look out the window and the hugest smile that a person could possibly have spread across his face. He began flapping his arms and hopping up and down in my arms with glee.

(Re-enactment)

When Jon got home from work Matthias was just waking up from his nap. Jon winked, pointed, and gave a "click" noise to Baby. Baby went wild!! Flapping arms, nearly knocking his blanket out of the swing, greeted Daddy. Jon repeated the routine and got the same results.

Possibly a result of his good cheer, Matthias was hard to get to sleep last night. When I finally thought he was starting to droop, he got the hiccups. Apparently hiccups are hilarious, as he gave himself the giggles each time he "hicced." I just had to show Jon, and knew Matthias wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, so we went back in the bedroom and showed Daddy what was so funny.

Today Matthias has been much more contemplative and serious. Perhaps he has been thinking on what he saw today at MOPS. I was changing his diaper in a quiet room with two doors. In came another baby, nine months old, crawling to beat heck. He went right by Matthias without the dignity of a "hello," and promptly exited by the other door. I could see in Matthias' face what he was thinking: "Mind. Blown. Must. Try."

I believe he's continued to plot since we got home, as while I was typing this he definitely made some big strides in the "scooting" department, coming over to the computer, pressing buttons and opening new windows. Now he is reclined in my lap, playing with my shirt and filling his pants. Speaking of which, stay tuned to hear all about our exciting new adventure with cloth diapers! Or, if you're like everyone else in my family and you're tired of hearing about them, just skip it. :)