How can they not recall?

Lamia cannot yet sit without support. And even with support, she has a tendency to slump one way or another. Most of the babies her age that we know are sitting on their own now, but she looks to be a million years from doing it. So we called Sprog’s parents to ask when he did it. THEY COULD NOT REMEMBER!

I know, he is their third kid. I am sure they meticulously recorded their first son’s every move, but Sprog is the third child and I guess by then they were a little busy and had been through it all before. Despite knowing this, it cuts deep that Sprog’s firsts could mean so little to them. They meant everything to us, and we missed them all. Sure, we got pictures. But a bunch of pictures every three months… well, he could have started sitting anytime from 6 to 9 months, and that is a long stretch at this point in babyhood.

I know they love Sprog. I know they do. But this cold little voice keeps telling me it is not enough. That we would have cherished his every move, as we do Lamia’s. That we would have a zillion deathly boring home movies of him lying on his back playing with his feet for the thousandth time. That he belongs here with us.

Fun, my ass

So we started making valiant attempts to feed Lamia pureed fruit and vegetables a few weeks ago. Frustrating. She hates everything. She just kind of sits there with this oh-my-god-what-the-fuck-is-this-shit look on her face, holding the food in her mouth until you let your guard down, and then she flicks it out with her tongue. And no, it is not that tongue reflex thing. She actually does know how to swallow… because she will eat pears just fine. Oh yeah, pears are the bomb. This kid would eat all the pears in the world. Can a human being survive on a diet of pears?

And no, sneaking other stuff into her pears does not work.