He doesn't really like winter squash (he looks like he ate a Warhead) though he will finish what we give him. He's partial on avocado, likes yellow squash and is not too sure about peaches yet.
I'm really enjoying the whole making your own baby food thing. It's easy and I can mix what I want. I am going to try to make my own cereal, not sure how that's going to come out but why not try...
I freeze the baby food in an ice cube tray and then dump them in a bag. It's actually working out quite well. He's so happy...even when Mama makes him eat avocado...
A week ago we found 2 teeth on him much to our surprise. I was waiting for fussiness and midnight awakenings but neither appeared and by no means am I complaining about it. He was just drooling a little more than usual and I thought I should check and BAM! there they were. He's bit me twice, the little bugger, and drew a little blood. He did it a third time tonight so I smacked him on the head...he just looked confused. Still getting them darned clogged ducts. I used to get so worked up about them and so frustrated. I'm over it now. Not really but it sounds nice.
Last Thursday, we noticed Bugaboo touching his left ear. We didn't know if it was coincidence or ear infection. Friday morning while I was nursing him, he was kind of fussing a little while laying on that one side and did another brush of that ear. So we made an appointment with his doctor because I didn't want him to have to suffer if it were an ear infection. Went to the doctor's, there was no ear infection. Thinking it might be the teething. I am very thankful it wasn't an ear infection.
I am VERY glad this past week is over. We had an internal ISO audit. I don't like to be audited, I don't mind being the auditor, but the auditee? Yeah, not so much. It was slightly stressful. I also presented to our VP of Supplier Quality on top of the week long audit. If you know me, you know I DESPISE talking in front of people. As much as my college education attempted to prepare me, it has not gotten any easier. I have a B.S/B.A in Electrical Engineering, that means that not only can I THINK and BE an engineer but I'm suppose to have some sort of writing/presenting skills. I refuse to acknowledge what little writing/presenting skills I may have. The one reason I went technical was so I wouldn't have to speak to people. That's all I do. Regardless, I am thankful I am employed.
And doubly thankful for this overly smiley, hammy, happy little man. *sigh*
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