So my kid, who won't eat baby cereal or anything pureed, was begging for more today when I let him taste my (wait for it) Lentil Salad with fresh oregano in Balsamic Vinaigrette. Seriously. Begging.
He's a Foodie!
This explains a lot.
Naps R Us. No really, just listen for a sec.
Here's how it would work. You are sleep deprived. Your spouse is at work. Working on very little sleep and therefore very little stamina and patience, you must keep an active child occupied for, oh, seven hours until spouse comes home. YOU ARE DYING FOR A NAP with no chance for one.
You call Naps R Us. Within 30 minutes they send someone out to you--a nice, qualified, nanny-like someone. Someone who plays with your kid for an hour or two so you can take a goddamn nap! Would you not pay for that?!!? I am telling you, it's the next Starbucks, people!
I can dream, can't I.
So I guess Loo likes to "get" things all at once. After working on crawling for over a month, he suddenly "got it" and is crawling easily.
He's also doing "downward dogs" all. day. long. I think this is prep for independent walking.
We prefaced our evening with a quick dinner at Old Wives' Tales up the street from the Doug Fir. We'd planned to hit The Farm Cafe (also down the street from Doug Fir) but it was full with a 30 minute wait. Had to pass, but thought I'd mention it anyway in case you haven't tried the Farm yet. There's a reason it's full with a wait. Nice atmosphere, small place. Perfect for "date night out" all you PDX parents! Vegetarian menu--with seafood--but (and I mean this in a good sense!) you wouldn't even notice. Seafood is particularly good. Nice wine list too, and I noticed on Friday they now serve cocktails in addition to beers on tap and wine.
Since we couldn't wait, off to Old Wives' Tales we went. They have an extensive menu, with vegetarian dishes featured but they do serve meat as well. They offer a nice fresh salad bar and delicious homemade soups--the one they're famous for is Hungarian Mushroom. That's what we had and it was indeed delicious. I found their prices a bit steep but they do have a big playroom for kids and are kid-friendly, which is worth a mention.
After our dinner we proceeded to the Doug Fir. The Doug Fir is like the Jetsons meets a Ski Lodge on ecstacy. Go, you'll see what I mean.
Right as we arrived and were showing our IDs (ha!) and giving our tix to the doorman, Kim Taylor walked out and almost bumped into me. I almost said "Hi Kim!" but she wouldn't have known who the hell I was, of course. Luckily I curbed my impulse and only double-taked. The girl checking our IDs stage-whispered to me, "Was that her?" and I giggled and nodded.
After doing the door routine, we entered and proceeded downstairs to the live music area. It was 8:30 with the show starting at 9 and most seats were already taken. We found ourselves a little perch on a staircase opposite the stage with a good view, got a couple drinks and settled in to wait for the show.
One very nice thing about the Doug Fir is it's a non-smoking venue. That is so nice. One other thing they are known for (which is different from most music venues) is they start their shows at the time advertised. If "show starts at 9" the opening act will walk onstage at 9 sharp. It's also a very small room so there's an intimate feel, and it would be impossible to get a truly "bad" seat.
At 9 sharp Kim came onstage and started her portion of the show. What a delicious voice. I just drank it in. The crowd was primarily there to see the main act but with her first song, Kim grabbed their attention and the floor in front of the stage slowly filled in with attentive listeners. Her 1/2 hour set was too short! She was loudly applauded as she left the stage.
We stayed to check out the main act, Over The Rhine. I'd never heard of them but they drew a standing-room only crowd Friday night so I guess I was the only one. They were really good (isn't that so descriptive?). The singer had a knockout voice. Laid back, countryish? bluesish? rockish? I'm not sure how to classify them.
The Over The Rhine set lasted from 10:00 to 11:30. Around 10:30 we both started yawning and so we elected to leave (we'd been there to see Kim anyway). And as we creaked up those stairs to leave (we were both stiff from sitting on a staircase for 2 hours) I realized I AM OLD!!!
I realized it even more as I looked around at all the 21-22 year olds with perfect bodies and ridiculous cleavage. It took me several minutes to figure out why so many people were out. DUH it was Friday night. How out of it am I?
We stumbled across the street to my car, wiping tears from our eyes as we yawned and yawned. I dropped T. off at her car and proceeded home to my sleeping Loo whose radar had registered my presence as soon as I pulled up and was upstairs wailing for boobie. I nursed him and put him back down, laid down next to E. and began telling him about my night out. He heard most of it but fell asleep on me right in the middle of me telling him a story about one part of the evening.
And that was my big night out.
Yeah. We're old.
Loo started crawling for reals this week. I've been thinking "he'll crawl any day now" for about a month. He's been working on it, doing pushups, crawling backwards and getting stuck in corners and against furniture. He's been really frustrated, trying soooo hard to make his body go forward but always going backward. But sometime in the last few days it's all come together for him and now he moves forward.
He does best when he has an object to focus on, like toys, or the edge of the bed (!). Somehow, with a goal in sight, he forgets to try so hard. So he doesn't go backward and he doesn't get frustrated. He just goes forward. It's fun to watch him "get there," wherever it is he's trying to go. It's so cute!!
It's also so frightening. My life will never be the same!
At the same time as all this crawling, he has discovered the concept of "underneath". He's developed this need to see the underside of things. Like, he'll crawl on a rug until he reaches the edge of it and then, he flips it over to see what's under it. A week ago, if you placed him in front of one of E.'s drums he'd bap at it and "play" it. Now, he tries to flip it over so he can see the underside. And whenever I read a book to him, the whole time he's trying to turn the book over so he can look at the back cover. Where does this come from?? I am baffled.
I was going to take a break for a while, but how can I not tell you I got (more or less) propositioned on the street today! With Loo in the stroller even!
We were strolling by Marsee Bakery on NE Broadway. I was walking beside the stroller and pulling it by the awning instead of pushing it. Because Loo was at the end of his rope and needed to see me. OK, whatever. And I'm yawning because I'm exhausted. So perhaps I have some tears on my cheeks from the yawns, I really don't know.
So this old man is sitting outside the bakery at a cafe table, with a little chihuahua on a leash. I saw the dog way before I noticed the man, so it took me a minute to realize he was staring at me!
I walk by and he goes in some sort of accent:
"Do you need-a help?"
I say, no thanks.
"Are you alright?"
I say, yes, I'm fine. I'm just really tired.
"Well, I...I love you."
niiicce. I just strolled quickly away. Can you imagine. Somebody's taste in women is unshowered, exhausted single (well, you know, E. wasn't with me) mothers, trailing their fussy kids?
To his repertoire of shrieks and squeaks, Loo has begun adding new "sayings."
Of course, since he's only 8 months old, they are more like "soundings," but whatever.
He'll start making a new sound one morning out of the blue. Then, it's that sound over and over and over for days. Good thing we find this entertaining.
His most recent discernable "sounding" is "Heh." To replicate, try saying "hey" but leave off the y. That's it--heh!--you've got it!!
A lot of the time he "upsounds" it, so that it seems to be a question. A question he asks himself over and over and over. "Heh? Heh? Heh?"
Observe a trip out to breakfast with the MamaLoo family.
E: "So, where do you wanna go?"
Me: "The usual."
Loo (from backseat): "Heh?"
E: "How's the pancakes?"
Me: "Great. Your omelette?"
Loo: "Heh! Heh! Heh? Heh?"
In the car on the way home.
E: "That was great."
Loo (from the backseat): "Heh."
Loo's Auntie H. (aka The OK Aunt) and Uncle C. and cousin S. were in town this past weekend. They arrived on Thursday and almost immediately we trundled everyone into respective cars and down the street to the park, which is really a school, so that Loo could swing and cousin S. could run off-leash (cousin S. is a dog).
We'd discovered earlier that week (at a different school/park) that Loo finds basketball of all things screamingly funny. We stand him near the courts and if anyone is playing--anywhere from a scrimmage to one person just dribbling around--Loo will just about self-destruct with mirth. Baffling, but 'kay.
So the day we all went to the park/school, we took him down by the basketball courts. To see if this phenomenon was reproducible (it is).
The courts were deserted but lucky for us there were a couple spare balls laying about. After asking nearby dads if they were somebody's (they weren't), E. and Uncle C. and even I began bouncing the balls about and taking shots. Loo was delighted and began bicycling his legs wildly and alternating between shrieks, squeals of laughter and "Heh! Heh? Heh! Heh! Heh!"
And here's where I fear that Loo deviates from his sports-indifferent parents. He seems avidly interested in balls and their attendant activities.
At one point, his daddy sunk a long shot from the top of the key, and I swear to you the instant it swished through the net, Loo let out a huge "HEH!!!!" with the exact same enthusiasm and volume you usually hear in a sports bar when the home team's star player does the same thing. His Auntie H. said she heard it from across the park.
I think we might have a bunch of little league and kid's sports events to attend in the near future.
I've all but given up on getting Loo to eat.
I've tried finger foods. I've tried jarred foods. Cereal. Like Citymama, I've cooked organic vegetables and pushed them manually through a fine sieve. I really thought I could do it. I thought, "It just needs to be the right thing. I'll just feed him the right thing and it will all fall into place!"
So far the only place it's fallen is on the floor, or into his lap. It's gone from his fingers to his hair, face or his ear. Not much in his mouth at all.
Oh, some has gotten in. I've tricked him here and there. He's made a big production of the occasional morsel that makes it past his lips. He'll hold his mouth open and grimace. Then when he finally gets around to swallowing, it's this big dramatic Gag Production. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
At 8 months old, he should be taking solids in stride. But it just isn't happening. Nothing I've tried has caught his interest, nothing that is UNTIL today...
The three of us were at our neighborhood Peet's coffee. Me and E. were getting a late afternoon latte, Loo was along for a stroller ride.
I wanted a snack, so I went all out: a slice of their Chocolate Buttermilk Loaf! It's basically a loaf-shaped chocolate cake. MMMMMM choco goodness.
I don't know where the inspiration came from. It was more like, the end of the line kind of inspiration where you don't care anymore, not the "divine" kind of inspiration where you get this truly wonderful idea. I was just, hmmmm, wonder what would happen if I offered Loo a crumb of my cake?
Shocking us both, Loo LOVED THE CAKE. Came back for more, again and again. Ate it, swallowed it, loved it. No problems.
Why the hell would this surprise me?
So basically, I've been struggling to feed this kid for months. Today it all came together. His first proper meal was (take notes, Citymama!)
My house is clean, clean like I like it, for the first time since I can't remember the last time we had it all cleaned like this.
I swear even the air feels different when the house is clean. Kinda like those negative ions in the air at the beach or whatever.
I am so happy with my clean house. I feel peaceful.
And now, I am going to bed.