Little Tough Guy

Pool time

It's been dreadfully hot here in LA, a late afternoon swim seemed the perfect thing to do. It was 5:30 and still very warm outside. The water in the pool was refreshingly crisp and tepid once you got used to it. He loves it. Splashes, kicks, doesn't bat and eyelashes at the experience of water jetting into his face. Sometimes I would hold him close to the warmth of my chest, then I would throw him into the air letting his body splash back into the water. Then I would dip him in all the way down to his neck and hold just his armpits with only my two pointer fingers. I wanted him to experience the weightless of water. I would let him just float and he would just sit quietly...his eyes rolling every which way but his body relaxed and calm. Then would KICK KICK KICK himself out of his daze.

There was a trio of little boys there playing "swamp monster" and it was adorable...wolfie couldn't keep his ees off them! As if almost to be affirming some sort I gender instinct taking inventory in his brain: play gun...good....monsters...good...Prison made out of tipped over lawn chairs, good. He's going to be a "boys boy" that's for certain. His smile told me "look out mama, I'm going to be a REAL boy!"

I love my moment with him. To get out of the house, and away from all the things I should, could, or would "do" with my afternoon. It was dedicated to his experience and his only. Being a working mommy you have to FIND those moments as often as you can. I originally wrote "take" and then corrected myself. No, life is so busy these days. They aren't given for you to take...they already exist but you must find them. Take the time to seek them out.

Babies in White

Something so Fresh and irresistible about a baby in a soft, white onsie after a bath. Smells of lavender and powder, snuggly as a cotton puff.

Baby Bullet: Avacado Mousse Dream

It's been TOO long since I've written on here.  I could use the "b-word" (busy) but that's more annoying than anything.  I'm going to just say that I've missed this portal. . . I've missed the venue and platform to shout to the unquantifiable amount of listeners that I utterly adore and love my family.  So with that said, I'm going to jump right in and try to make up for all the incredible moments I've not documented and try to catch everyone up eventually.

Last night I tried out my "Baby Bullet" for the first time. This was a birthday gift from Bryan and Lauren.  It's basically a small blender where you can easily make and store your own baby food without doing it in the same place that you grind meat for tacos and make margaritas. The blender vessel turns into your "cup" and it comes with adorable little serving containers with smiles on them.  I'll still be turning to my trusted organic jarred baby food, but this is wonderful for taking the food you've prepared for yourself, and churning it into baby food. I love this idea. I love the idea that Wolfie can start to develop his pallet for indian curry, BBQ chicken, and smoked salmon. 

Last night I whipped up an avacadoe mousse. I made the recipe up myself and after Eric and I tasted it, we agreed that it would be a lovely healthy alternative to mayo.  I used an organic avacado (fiber, good fat, oils, vitamins), cottage (good fat) cheese, and a bit of coconut oil (to help move his constipated-prone intestines). He LOOOOOOOVED it.  I could almost hear his little baby thoughts; "wow! REAL food is so much better than baby food!!".