Breanna is just not in love with solids. She likes the idea of food, because she’ll eagerly open her mouth for it, and she’ll try to grab your food too, but once it’s actually in her mouth? Her eager face turns into an expression of horror and she immediately uses her tongue to thrust it all back out. The bananas weren’t a big hit but she will begrudgingly eat a bit of them. Rice cereal? Forget it. You would think I was trying to make her eat tar.

Waiting for the rice, oh so happy!

Oh my GOD, this is what rice cereal tastes like? Are you TRYING TO KILL ME?!

It should be noted though, that although she isn’t impressed by bananas and hates the cereal, she will indeed happily eat the sand at the park. By the fistful. YUMMY!

On the other hand, apparently a lack of solids isn’t slowing her growth down at all since she weighed in at 16 pounds 10 ounces at her checkup today. So, apparently breastmilk weighs a lot. Yay, chunky baby! Both her weight and her height (a little over 27 inches) put her in the 95 percentile. Also, I am so proud of her because she didn’t even whimper when she got her needle and she didn’t cry afterwards; she did give the nurse one very dirty look though. She was a bit warm at bedtime and exhausted, so I gave her some Tempra and I had to re-settle her a few times since she passed out earlier, but she’s doing better than her first shots, let me tell you.

Hayley is almost four years old and at that age, they just don’t tend to think beyond “me me me” (Hayley needs her own blog). So many times I can’t help but think “man are you SELFISH” and then I remind myself that it’s normal at this stage of development. And then sometimes she surprises the hell out of me. George brought her home a chocolate bar, a Kit Kat. She broke it into the four bars and ate one, then picked up a second one and handed it to me and said “here Mommy.” She wanted to share her CHOCOLATE with me, completely unprompted. I had my own in the fridge, waiting for tonight so I said she could eat the whole thing, but it was so sweet of her to offer.

She is also going through a phase of insisting that we call her Red Riding Hood. She occasionally wears a hooded bath towel (I must find or make her a red hooded cape) and prances around with a basket “full of goodies”. Even when we were at the park the other day, every time a kid asked her what her name was she would say “My name is Little Red Riding Hood”. I told her after that maybe she should tell them her real name but ask them to just call her Red. Hee. They were all really accomodating though. I had an entire park full of kids and parents/grandparents doing things like hollering, “Hey Red, good slide!” It was hilarious!

Other days she goes to the park with her tiara so she can be a princess.

Recently:
Sherry: Oh my GOD.
Hayley: What’s wrong Mommy?
Sherry: Look at your room! You pulled all your clothes out of the bottom drawer and tossed them on the floor.
Hayley: I couldn’t find anything to wear.
Sherry: That’s because all your clothes are ON THE FLOOR. I just cleaned this room yesterday!
Hayley: … Should I have a lawyer?

It’s eight billion degrees with the humidity tonight. Time for a glass of very cold water, a little reading, and bed.