I know you are thinking, “Don’t you have anything more exciting going on to write about?”

Nope. I don’t. Just keepin’ it real. So you’ve been warned. Keep reading if you want, but I’m not offering any refunds on the next 2 minutes of your life.

So Grayson is eating much better these days. Hallelujah. I’ve finally discovered something he has yet to refuse- baby oatmeal. I was hesitant to buy a box at first because of his most-unimpressed attitude towards rice cereal, but he LOVES it. And he will eat it mixed with anything- sweet potatoes, pears, apples, prunes, wasabi (just kidding).

Here’s the problem- he loves it so much, and he’s such a big boy now what with his new grabbing skills and all, that he wants to feed himself. Yes, I know in this post that I said I am so thankful that he is grabbing stuff that I don’t care that he’s grabbing the spoon while I’m trying to feed him. Yeah, well, I am, but it’s now driving. me. insane. He’s not coordinated enough to grab the spoon by the handle- he has to grab the biggest, easiest part to grab- the part with the big bite of food on it. And then he smears, flings, or wipes that oatmeal all over himself and his momma. Any food that does actually make it in his mouth is quickly swallowed and then he’s impatient for his next bite. So the whole feeding process consists of me dodging baby arms flailing in an effort to grab the spoon, while at the same time trying not to fling the food myself, and at the same time trying to hit the intended target- his mouth. Never mind trying to stay clean- not gonna happen (remember, I am still feeding the little booger on my lap).

Most days Grayson now gets 2 baths- one after breakfast and one after dinner. And if I’m feeling lazy, I just let Izzy lick the food off him in the morning. Why else to we keep that little devil around? Yes, in fact I AM the Mother of the Year.

Side note- Friday Confession- I LOVE baby food. Really. I think all of it is so yummy. Ryan thinks I am bizarre. This morning I tasted G’s oatmeal/apple/blueberry concoction and seriously contemplated making a bowl for myself. I wonder how much weight I could lose if I switched to all baby food. Hmmm. Oh, and I do plan at some point to start making my own baby food, but I know it won’t be as yummy as that stuff in those delicious little jars. Mmmm.

Ok- end of baby food portion. If you are one of the 3 people still reading, be warned I am about to start the poop portion of this post.

Grayson is pooping A LOT. Like really, really, really a lot. Like no less than 5 poopy diapers/day the last week. No, I haven’t called the doctor- he’s fine. But I am really kind of getting tired of changing so many poopy diapers. And to be honest, cloth diapers are fabulous (still lovin’ them) but they are a bit more high maintenance than disposables when it comes to #2. And also oatmeal poopy diapers are not quite as pleasant as formula poopy diapers. They stink.

That’s all- I mean, what more is there to say about baby poop?

And it’s not like anyone is still reading this garbage anyway.

The end.