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FEED ME. Seriously... like now, dad.

FEED ME. Seriously… like… now, dad.

A new responsibility that I have assumed as a stay at home dad is making the babies food. This task is usually reserved for Mondays. Maebyn and I go to Kroger, I talk to her in The Grocery Voice, a fan-favorite that sounds something like Arnold Schwarzenegger meets Count Dracula. I’m not sure how it got started but the grocery voice is a ritual that neither of us are willing to give up (I’m sure she’ll feel the same way when she’s twelve). We peruse the aisles together, she smiles at me and tells me what kinds of food she wants – I mainly buy fruit because that’s my personal favorite. We actually got in a fight today cuz she was hell-bent on sushi but it just wasn’t happening, Kroger’s supply was less than impressive. I’m trying to incorporate vegetables but it’s hard, because I HATE vegetables and for some reason it makes me think she does too. MaKenzie laughs at me because I truly feel guilty feeding her veggies, just the other day I tried to throw out some asparagus I made because the guilt was almost unbearable. As for Maebyn, her favorite foods (to-date) are avocado, mangos, apples, pears, bananas, and basically anything sweet. She gets this from her mothers insane obsession with candy I think.

When I first started making food for Maebyn it was fun. Now it’s more of a necessary task than fun. I like feeding her food, it just takes so much time and to be honest I’m excited for the day I can set food down and she can feed herself. I have a tough enough time eating balanced meals for myself, and feeding her a nice balanced nutritious meal can be overwhelming. She’s not a fussy eater and eats everything I’ve given her so far so I really have no complaints. The only problem is – man is the girl needy. I have to scoop every bite of food into her mouth, clean her face after every bite, and repeat the process until she’s full. I mean come on, learn to do some things on your own, Maebyn, you’re seven months old for cryin’ out loud.

Today, we made mangos, mixed with apples and carrots. I thought the concoction tasted quite good and so did she. She polished off about a jar and a half of the stuff and didn’t spit out any of it. This is an accomplishment too because she recently discovered that she can spit the food all over her face and that it’s quite fun to make messes. She’s also discovered that the dog is standing by at all times, willing and ready to take any food off her hands (or face, toes, neck…).

Maebyn is seven months old today and seeing her growth and development over the past couple months has been our joy. Simple things like learning to eat has been fun to witness. She changes everyday and the only thing I keep thinking is, time is going by too fast.

I’m in the market for new recipes so if you have a favorite, leave a comment below and let me know about it. I’m always down for trying new things and I think my baby-food-creativity has hit a wall.

Ross

It’s snowing… kindof

20130125-135356.jpgSo I thought I’d try to write a more light-hearted post today but don’t be surprised if this gets a little sappy.

It’s snowing in the ‘Nati today and you would think by the way the city acts we are getting a foot of snow. Don’t worry we are not, only less than an inch. We’re never that lucky here. For those who didn’t know, I was born and raised in Holland, Michigan. I’ve heard Holland described as a little slice of heaven, Gods favorite city in America, ect… You get the picture… I love Holland, MI.

Right now, Holland has about a foot of snow that has fallen over the past few days. I could not be more jealous. I don’t care too much for cold, the winter, or the extended periods of darkness, but I love the snow. If its going to be cold, dark, and grey outside it may as well be snowing… a lot. When it snows in Cincinnati we gear up for storms that consist of a whopping 1-2 inches and the city still goes into a panic. In Michigan, 1-2 inches doesn’t even justify getting the plows out. I know that last statement made me sound like a pretty hard-core Michigander, but that’s ok because I most defiantly am. Is it bad if when I hear Tim Allen’s voice come over the radio and talk about Pure Michigan man tears well up in my eyes? When I hear those blessed commercials all I can think of is, Tim Allen gets it. If you’ve somehow missed those genius ads, click here to fall in love with Pure Michigan.  >>man tears<<

I know it seems crazy that someone that loves Michigan so much wouldn’t live there right? Well, I agree. If I had my choice I probably would be living in Michigan. In fact, in high school I think my friends said I was the least likely to go away from home to college, and I agreed. Thankfully, God had different plans for me and brought me to the city of Cincinnati (sometimes referred to as Suckinnati… Patent-pending on that word by me and my 6 year old pal, Miles Zimmerman). One things for sure, I know I am here for a purpose and am so thankful for the people God has placed in my life here in Cincinnati. I’m also grateful that God knows exactly what our heart needs and where it needs to be. I miss my family, friends, and the home state when it snows, but it all reminds me that I am not here by mere chance.

Alright, me and the Maebs are off to the mall. All this talk about Michigan has made me want to go buy something with the Detroit D on it and she couldn’t agree more.

Your Michigander,

Ross