My Bologna Goes Hollywood

Can someone please tell me what My Bologna is doing in the Star magazine? Going rug shopping with Star Trek's Spock, Zachary Quinto? And why he's in the "normal" section?

Crunchy Beans

Yesterday afternoon I was on the phone with my sister as Dexter was playing after his nap. I had set out a bowl of dehydrated green beans as his snack. I explained to my sister how I try to put out a healthy snack every other day but he really prefers goldfish or a teething biscuit. I told her that I believed if he was hungry, he would eat the healthy snack and this would set him up for good eating habits (unlike my own). After a few rounds of taking a "crunchy bean" out of his bowl, putting it in his mouth, making a face, and putting it back in the bowl, he started feeding them to me one by one. I ate each one with enthusiasm, trying emphasize how yummy it was. Eventually, he tired of feeding me and went off to play with his alphabet train. Soon after, I noticed him going back to the bowl again and again. I proudly told my sister that he's now eating the crunchy beans! "See, if I don't give him the choice, he'll eat the healthy stuff," I bragged. My sister was amazed and reinforced my sense that I was getting it right as a mother. No sooner had I hung up the phone than I noticed Dexter come back to the bowl, take a crunchy bean in his hand, walk over to the floor vent, and drop it through the slats! I ran over only to find the majority of beans from the bowl scattered under the vent. He had not been eating the crunchy beans after all! My sister is going to love this when I tell her!! Nonetheless, I'm sticking with my plan of rotating healthy snacks with more junky stuff. I'm just going to keep a closer eye on what he's doing with those snacks!

One Size Fits All (kind of)

Before dinner we now let Dexter have some supervised exploration time in the previously-restricted access areas of the kitchen, his bedroom, and the sun-room while I prepare his dinner. For the past few evenings, he has taken Daddy's "My Bologna shoes" (slip-on shoes kept in the sun-room for My Bologna-walking purposes) and moved them next to his container of shoes. He tries to stand in Daddy shoes and will sometimes put one of his shoes in one of Daddy's shoes. Dexter also tries to put his own shoes on his feet by pushing them down on the top of his foot. After he gets tired of trying (and failing) to get the shoe on, he brings it to me and lifts up his foot for me to put it on. No fuss, no crying, just finding a way to get what he wants. I am LOVING this phase!

Rabbi Lansing

This Harley hat used to fit Dexter perfectly. Now it looks more like a yarmulke...

Going To Hot Doug's

Need I say more?

Sweet Audrey

I had a mole (not the animal) removed from my butt last week and this morning Ben, Dexter, and I went to the doctor's office to have the stitches removed. Dexter entertained the waiting room for about 20 minutes while the doctor did his business then we set out for brunch at Feed. Dexter had BBQ pork and chicken, sauteed spinach, and macaroni and cheese, signing for "more" when he finished what was on his plate. Then, we headed over to visit Dexter's newest friend, Audrey Jeannette Bell. She was finishing a feeding when we arrived so Katie let me hold her when she was done. She felt so tiny and warm, so snuggly, tiny little cooing and mewing sounds of a satisfied and comfortable baby every once in a while escaped from her lips. Dexter wasn't immediately interested in Audrey - he was busy exploring his new surroundings and playing with Nic - but he came over a couple of times to see what Mommy was holding. He reached out and touched her head and then moved on to explore other new things. Something tells me he's going to take after his daddy when it comes to relating to girls.

Big Bottom

The other morning we introduced Dexter to Spinal Tap and he really dug it. Was that wrong?