I could spend hours in the baby food aisle at the grocery store.
Actually, at my grocery store, the baby stuff is divided into two half-aisles, so I'm talking about just one of those.
How do I know what to buy my munchkin? Should I get Stage Two foods? Stage Three? Stuff for toddlers?
Should I still be getting him some fruits and veggies in strained form even though he can each mushed-up or small pieces of the real deals?
Here's a pic of Noah from cousin Gina's birthday party this weekend (in case you haven't read my previous post about how I normally ignore birthdays now because I'm a horrible person, stop by):
Oh, I just wanna smooch him up!
My sweet, sleep-through-the-night baby has discovered something magical about 2:30 a.m.
Nobody is awake.
So if he wakes himself then and cries for a little bit, something else magical happens.
Mommy appears.
Sweet, soft, sleepy-eyed Mommy, who gently murmurs to you, scoops you up and holds you. Changes your diaper, makes you a bottle and snuggles you in the dark while you drink it.
Oh, he likes this.
There's no big sister to charge in. There's no Daddy to snag you from Mommy's arms and playfully gnaw on your neck (fun though that can be).
I haven't gotten much of this precious middle-of-the-night time with my little man (which I'm sure makes some of you want to smack me with a hammer). So it's been worth the sleep I've lost.
But I really count on his sleeping through the night to make up for Sam's inability to get a solid's night sleep, uh, ever.
Is that fair to Noah? No. But it's the truth.
Then again, when this teething spurt is over and he goes back to conking out for 12 hours every night, I'll probably whine that I miss our special nighttime snuggle sessions.
There's just no pleasing me, is there?
Noah's gotten three teeth in the past three days -- one on the bottom beside the left front tooth, and his top two front teeth.
He's so cute.
His hair also started growing, so he's got that adorable, fine baby hair that's long in some spots -- like in the center of his forehead -- and short in others.
And in his babblings, he's managed to repeat sounds he hears often, so we've heard "good boy!" and "hi, baby!" in addition to "mama" and "dada" and "nana."
AND he finally figured out how to really crawl on his hands and knees. What's hysterical is that he moves very slowly and deliberately this way, so he kind of looks like one of those wind-up baby dolls that pretend to crawl but don't actually get anywhere.
This is one stage I'd love to freeze him at for a while.
