henry eats
Over the weekend, Henry resumed eating with gusto. We went from drinking only milk and Pedialyte to eating grown up people food.
Prior to our ill-fated journey to Arizona, Henry had reached a point where he no longer wanted baby food (or, as The Mistah and I call it, B. A. B. Y. Food) or anything out of a jar. He wanted grilled cheese, ravioli, grapes, pasta and red sauce, and meatballs. When he got sick, he wanted no food or only a few goldfish or a spoonful or two of applesauce. It took a while--a little more than a full week--to get back on the food train.
The Mistah and I took Henry out to his grandparent's house for the Easter weekend. On Saturday night, we ordered take out from Outback. Henry enjoyed some grilled chicken and sweet potato and some of the yummy pumpernickel bread. For breakfast on Sunday morning, he had a scrambled egg and 12-grain toast with some chunky applesauce.
For lunch, Henry had some chicken and sweet potato leftovers. Here he is in his awesome Me Too seat--we used one of these while visiting with friends in Vermont over the New Year. When Henry's Godmama asked what we'd like for him for his birthday, we asked for this seat. It's genius. It has vice-like clamps that attach to just about any steady surface, and it folds up flat so it's easy to put in a large diaper bag or backpack. And Henry LOVES it! He loves to swing his legs and he loves to be at the table with us when we eat.
On Sunday, we pulled up his highchair to the table for Easter dinner (we couldn't use the Me Too because the leaves of the table, safety first!). Man, he was so happy. He ate everything we ate--turkey, mashed potatoes, asparagus, broccoli, rolls, even gravy (yes, it sounds more like Thanksgiving dinner--but since we had a crappy Thanksgiving, we recreated it for Easter--and it was DELICIOUS!). Henry also started using a fork and spoon himself over the weekend. He's still mastering his skills, but we are LOVING having him at the table with us.
Since we've been home, The Mistah surprised me by going to pick up the shelving unit I've been coveting from IKEA. He had planned to take his mother's truck on Monday and drive out to New Jersey to pick up the shelving units. It's a long drive from Long Island to Brooklyn then out to NJ, back to Brooklyn, and then back to Long Island. In a strange twist of fate, The Mistah's sister missed her connecting flight at JFK and there wasn't another flight until Monday afternoon--so The Mistah went to pick up Aunt K and took her back to our place in Brooklyn. On Monday morning, they drove out to IKEA and picked up the shelves then took Aunt K back to JFK to get her flight back to Vermont, then went back to Long Island to pick up Henry and I. A long day for him, indeed.
When we arrived home Monday night, look what I found in my living/dining room:
The Mistah and Aunt K built the shelves! And since Aunt K runs a childcare center/school, she had a great time arranging the shelves. It's kind of hard to see in the picture, but there are 4 bins that slide out of the squares--so we filled them with musical toys, stuffed animals, whatever. Henry has always loved to go to the toy boxes and book shelves to pick out his own toys to play with and books to read, this just keeps it all a bit more organized.
We also cleared out the final corner of our former dining room and assembled another set of shelves to store some of our CDs and The Mistah's school books/scholarly tomes. This freed up even more space for us to finally set up our dining table and make a place for Henry at the dinner table. So far, we've eaten all our meals at the table with Henry and we all love it so much, but perhaps not as much as Henry!
This morning, The Mistah had to go back to school following his long Spring break. It's cold and gray and pouring rain today, so Henry and I are having a predominantly pajama day. He slept in a bit this morning, I woke him up at 9:00am and we had a nice breakfast. Henry had pancakes and yogurt with fresh fruit, I ate some oatmeal that Henry kept shouting at--he loves him some oatmeal, especially out of Mommy's bowl.
He's napping now and I've got some chicken soup made from leftovers of the roasted chicken we made on Tuesday night. I can smell the garlic and vegetables and I'm so, so hungry! I'm hoping the rain clears up--or at least slows down. We have our first class of the new semester of Music Together and Henry will be so excited to see his teacher, Donetta!