guinea pig

I sold bodily excretions to make a little spending money during my undergrad years, so it really isn't surprising that Jonathan has already been a subject in two research trials at the ripe age of 13 months.

Yesterday we headed downtown to McGill's infant development center where we took part in a psychology study on perception. Jonathan was hard at work watching a puppet show while sitting on mommy's lap.  Unfortunately for the researchers one of the puppets was a yellow duck. The moment it appeared on stage my mind screamed BIAS! and wished them luck in whatever it was they were actually looking for. He growled loudly (a form of affection, I assure you) and pointed vigorously at the duck. HA!

He still got a new sippy cup for his participation and was presented with a certificate for a BSc in Infant Science. If watching a puppet show is all he had to do for his first degree, then I'm a real sucker for what I had to do for mine.

Aaahhhh....

The house is clean and quiet. The baby is taking an afternoon nap and the laundry is drying on the line in the beautifully hot sun. I have a cappuccino in hand and a computer on my lap...

I should probably go grab the cookie bag to celebrate.

Tasty

I plopped Jay down into his highchair for lunch. I had heated him some homemade organic Dahl (an Indian dish of spinach and lentils) and organic brown rice. Unlike usual, he would have nothing of it. He was in no mood for eating - not even a bite.  He wanted down right now!!!

Alright, so down he went, but I wasn't going to let that spoil my lunch. I ate happily until I glanced over to see what he was up to. Apparently when I put him down, he crawled straight over to a pile of shoes, picked off a big lump of dirt from the sole of my runner, and ate it. Without wincing.

Is my cooking really that bad?

I'll let you guess what happened...

(An update to this post)

A) Parenting is totally predictable. Of course you can schedule in an extra hour of sleep on the calendar! And good job stating from the roof tops, for all to hear, that you had a fool proof plan. That was sure smart. 

B) Children are mysterious creatures. He was up at 5:20am sharp, wasn't he?

lessons from the first year of being a mom

• Sleep is optional. No really, you can get by on next to nothing. Just don't expect to be in tip-top shape. Or look it. Or have your home look it. 
• This too shall pass. And all too quickly, if I may add. 
• After *finally* getting the baby to sleep, you will miss him. 
• Don't ever even think "Wow, glad my kid doesn't do that!" Because your kid will. Like, next week. 
• Never say never. Seriously. 
• When you think you couldn't possibly love someone more, just wait and see how you feel tomorrow. 
• Days can be looooooong, but the year is so short.