So my sister Tirienne has returned from a summer working as an au pair in Italy to live with us for the school year and attend the community college that is near our house.
(Have you noticed that I've started gradually working my siblings' real names into my posts? I used to call Tirienne "Katie" here - from St. Catherine of Siena who is her patroness - but since Miriel is now blogging under her real name, it seems silly. So you get the real names now!)
We are so happy to be having Tirienne with us, especially because she is babysitting in exchange for room and board. It's an awesome deal for all of us, and we're already enjoying taking some time to ourselves.
Although. Blaise is now refusing to drink from a bottle. Argh. Camilla did the same thing; she never ate from a bottle after about six months old. It's our own fault, I think, for not giving him one consistently. We are going to try again but I fear the days of the bottle are past us. Woe.
Fortunately, Blaise will be eating more solids soon. We don't do the spoon-feeding thing but he's starting to really get into the bigger pieces of food that we give him to gnaw on.
(As an aside, does anyone have that article Moxie linked to ages ago about how children self-regulate by only being able to pick up pieces of food that are too big for them to choke on, and thus the most effective way to prevent choking is to let them feed themselves? I really want to see that article again, but I can't find it. I think it was Dutch or Danish or something.)
One thing that I have absolutely determined that I am not going to stress about with Blaise is the solid food thing. Our pediatrician says kids don't really need anything but breastmilk in their first year so I never stressed about Camilla's eating habits until she was over twelve months, but when she was eighteen months and still getting most of her calories from breastmilk, it did stress me out a little. But it was all wasted energy, because now she eats like a champion, and is very healthy.
(One time Bryan took Camilla with him to pick up the rare treat of Chinese food and she stood with there the entire time they were in the restaurant saying, "But Daddy, I want sushi!")
(We don't give her raw fish, obviously. But it really cracks me up to see my girl who won't touch a tomato downing California rolls like they're candy. I mean, pretty red fruit: NO, seaweed: YES? You really don't expect that from a two-year-old.)
Blaise certainly isn't wasting away without solids, that's for sure. He'll be eight months old on Saturday and I can't believe what an incredibly big boy he's getting to be.
He and Matthew are the same size, which is weird because Matthew can walk around. It's double-take-inducing to see big fat Blaise sitting there all babyish while Matthew is a toddler, yet actually weighs less.
Camilla is very sweet to her little brother. She dotes on him and brings him toys to play with and I have never once seen her act out toward him or try to hurt him. (He is not yet mobile and can't get into her stuff yet, though, so we'll see what happens then.)
I love these kids so much.
Camilla loves to hold Blaise on her lap and have me take a picture of them. Sometimes it's frustrating when she asks and I'm in the middle of something else, but looking back at the pictures I've taken in the past eight months, I'm quite grateful for her requests.
The first time I held newborn Blaise and toddler Camilla together on my lap I thought, how strange that he'll probably be bigger than her some day.
But at this rate, I'm thinking that "some day" might actually be, like, next year.