Well, we're back from Gymboree (the expensive playgroup--$70/month for once a week! PLUS a HUGE registration fee!). But it was awesome. They've got these elaborate obstacle courses and bouncy trampolines and a woman who sang in this really high pitched voice that I found incredibly annoying, but who J fell completely in love with and just sat staring at her for a while with this dopey look on his face. He did really well with the other kids too, meaning that he didn't attack them, or even pay much attention to them. Luckily, they offer a free playtime during the week, too, so it's essentially twice a week.
What was embarrassing (well, only very slightly--I'm surprised at how little shame I have these days) was that it became very evident very early on that J's clothes are too small for him. His shirt revealed his belly button a lot, and never covered the back of his pants so he was crawling around with his diaper showing. Then the button on the pants popped, so I quickly pulled his long winter fleece over him and non-chalently continued to bounce him up and down on my lap with the group.
So, off I go shopping again at my favourite second-hand store. He rarely wears anything but babygros, and even when we go out, we just stick sweat pants and a sweat shirt over the babygro and put some Robeez on. I am such a slacker. But babygros are easy and WARM, and in this climate, we need WARM.
Borboleta--I wish I knew what to tell you about the weaning. Have you checked over on the weaning board? J developed his pincer grip using pasta at first as well. I got him regular sized spirals, and he had no problem eating them with no sauce. He also worked on the grip with a baby version of Cheerios. They melt in your mouth, I think, so they shouldn't be so lumpy. Cut up grapes are another favourite thing (but probably too lumpy), as are long green beans. He'd just suck on the beans, so again, no problem with lumps and gagging. It seems like this stage is a tough one to get over with TW--the introduction of lumps.
Leeze and
SK, how did you two do it? How about you,
Claire?
I don't think I ever congratulated you on your new husbands job! I'm so glad for all of you; worrying about money is horrible.
And I'm sorry for the bad night--they've been happening more regularly these days, haven't they?
Storm--I know, the English tea is ridiculous, but my home province, Ontario, was originally populated by the British, and so some very stuffy customs are still around. Though my mother is going completely overboard with it--she's been stressing out for weeks now. I've begged her over and over again (most recently just half an hour ago) to stop with the fussing and just serve normal food.
Darnnit--I have to head out again, so I'll finish the personals later.