And just like that, we have a baby who is allowed to try solids. How we reached this milestone— and how the end of summer is upon us— I’m still trying to figure out.
Arabella had her 4-month appointment today— a rude welcome back to Chicago after a fun week at DD and MJ’s house. Our little angel baby was not a fan of her second round of vaccines and she let us know it. But it was nothing a bottle of milk couldn’t fix. Our little lady loves to eat— and she is growing like (a very beautiful) weed. She’s up to 17.5 pounds… 25.5 inches… and is in the 89+ percentile across the board (the doc assured… and reassured… us this was a good thing).
I like to think doctors have heard it all and my questions aren’t the worst they’ve ever heard, but if I’m being real I’d have to admit that mine have got to be up there. Real questions asked by me today:
“What is oat cereal? Where do I buy it?”
“Is puréed food the baby food that comes in jars?”
“My baby is sleeping 12+ hours a night– is that ok?”
The answers:
– Cereal made from oats. At the store.
– Yes.
– Yes. “Don’t change a thing. And don’t tell your friends!”
After the appointment Arabella and I made a quick stop at Target for some groceries. I also bought some spoons and bowls for the solid foods Arabella is now allowed to try. We made it through most of the trip without a meltdown. To be fair, the meltdown didn’t happen until we were in the freezer aisles and it actually was uncomfortably cold.
Earlier in the day when the doctor asked if Arabella was rolling over we told him she had a few times but not regularly. I learned this afternoon that we had lied. And the only reason we thought she wasn’t rolling regularly was that we hadn’t put her on her tummy in over a week thanks to vacation. She rolled four times in a row this afternoon (but of course not the fifth time when I tried to record it for Jarmon.) She always rolls to her right— I wonder if this makes her right handed??
Tonight I worked out with my trainer and stopped by the neighborhood Target. Yes, two Targets in one day. I had forgotten to buy chicken when Arabella started crying at the first Target. Having a target across from my gym is pretty much the best thing ever— not sure how I ever survived without it.
Trina Orlando 