Feed me

Blake has been very interested in my food and drink lately. I think he's getting very close to being ready to try food of his own. I'm trying to hold him off as long as possible though, it's just easier the way it is now. Plus I'm totally grossed out by food in places where it shouldn't be, which means food anywhere other than the mouth is disgusting to me. And I don't know about you but I've never met a baby that hasn't had food on his chin, up his nose, in his ears and in his hair. Aaahhh! My mom and sister tell me it will be different when it's my kid, we'll see.

Speaking of eating, Blake only nurses once a day now - ever since I went back to work and he started having bottles all day at the sitter's house. He learned very quickly how much faster the milk came out with a bottle, and with much less work. After only a few days back at work when I would try to nurse him in the evening he would throw a screaming fit. After a few times of dealing with that, I gave in and lost the battle. Luckily when he wakes up in the morning he is still willing to nurse then. He must not be awake enough yet to fight me at that point! So the rest of the time I pump. Nothing like being hooked up to a machine with a suction 20 times stronger than a vacuum cleaner 5 times a day!

Blake met Kaelynn, my friend Laura's daughter, this past weekend. We were both in Louisville for Jill's baby shower. Blake and Kaelynn were both very cute, but didn't pay one bit of attention to each other. He is ready for "Dude", Jill's son, to make his appearance. Blake claims he needs a guy friend to get into some trouble with. He's with all girls at the sitter's, he's afraid they'll all gang up and put a dress on him or put a bow in his hair or something.