Happy Father’s Day

On June 21, 2009, in Family, Kid, by Wendy

Isadora woke up early-ish so I brought her in to bed with us to see if she might doze a little after she nursed. She did–I bought us another hour and a half of sleep!

I got up with her and let Mitch sleep in being as it is Father’s Day and all. We hung out in her room for most of the morning, playing with her toys and reading books.

When Mitch woke up, we were going to go out for breakfast, but he asked that I make fritatta at home instead. I used grated zucchini and pepper jack cheese. It was delish.

We were going to go for a walk and take Izzy to the park, but I wasn’t feel all that great, so I lounged in bed for a little while. We were all hungry again so I got up and made a late lunch.

I feel rather fortunate that Isadora didn’t inherit my tendency to be a picky eater. I can slap a bunch of morsels on her high chair tray and she’ll plow through it all. Her lunch today included cream cheese on half a slice of wheat bread, a slice of chicken breast, a stick of cheddar cheese, 1/4 of an avocado, 1/3 of a steamed carrot, 1/2 of a plum, and 1/2 of an apricot. She ate most of it and washed it down with a cup of water.

She still refuses all milk (cow, soy, rice) except for breast milk. I don’t know how I’m going to wean her if I can’t get her to drink something else. I warm it up, keep it ice cold, serve it in a bottle, in a sippy cup, with a straw. I’ve tried every combination imaginable. I’ve even tried fruit smoothies without luck. I’m going to try goat milk next weekend. I haven’t tried formula in a while either. I just might give that a shot too.

There wasn’t much I needed to do to make today special for Mitch. He is easy to please–a nap and some alone time to play video games is all it takes to make him happy. So that’s what he got today.

At 5:00 we were finally ready for our walk. It was a beautiful day, and we still had plenty of time to enjoy the sunshine since it was the longest day if the year.

We ran a couple of mundane errands and then stopped in Union Square to play on the grass with Izzy. She just loves to be outside when there are a lot of people and animals around. She had fun crawling around and pointing at all of the dogs and birds. I also helped her toddle around a bit. She’s so close to walking. It’s going to happen any day now.

We stopped at the bookstore on our way home and picked up a couple of new titles then headed home.

I was going to cook dinner, but we stopped in at Cafe Royale first. It was Sunday night jazz and a lot of our friends were there. The band was great and playing at a volume that was mostly okay for baby ears. There was another kid close to Izzy’s age and they made friends immediately.

We got a drink and Izzy was passed around to charm and amaze all who gazed upon her.

The daylight fooled me–it was Izzy’s bedtime and we still hadn’t eaten yet. Cooking was out of the question so I picked up dinner at Thai Stick. It was Isadora’s first (direct) introduction to yellow curry. She loved it, but was too tired to stay awake and eat it. She kept nodding off in mid chew. I just let her go to sleep in her chair. I cleaned off her face and hands, fished any remaining food out of her mouth and put her to bed after I changed her into PJs.

After dinner, Mitch and I powered through the house to get it ready for the week ahead the dishes are done, the clothes are folded, the trash and recycling are taken downstairs. Bring on the new week!

I’m lying in bed watching Mitch play video games on his (NEW!) iPhone. He doesn’t even know that I’m staring at him thinking that is the most awesome husband in the world. He is my rock and keeps me grounded when external forces are working against me. He makes me laugh every day, several times a day. Mitch is smart as a whip and has a sensitive side that makes my heart melt. Mitch is the only person with whom I could have ever imagined having a baby and raising a family.

He is such an amazing dad to our daughter. He engages her and also let’s her have plenty of free time to explore on her own. He lets her take risks that I never would–and she needs that. He loves her with all his heart, and you can see it when he looks at her and hear it when he talks to her. I appreciate everything he does for her, for me and for us.

Happy Father’s Day Mitch. Izzy and I love you!


2 Responses to Happy Father’s Day

  1. Halsted says:

    This is just beautiful. Now I’m all teary, in the best way!

  2. Angela Gray says:

    Happy Dad’s day Mitch!!!

    PS Wendy I had the same issue when it came time to weaning Piper. My doctor said it was ok to just go for it even with out a milky replacement, because Piper was eating so well and got plenty of fat and protein (she was a skinny baby). We weaned onto juice and 2 months later she was happily slurping whole cows milk. *shrugs* Go figure!

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