I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of this mothering thing, but it still feels very chaotic at times. Alex seems to work on his own schedule, scoffing at the one I try to impose on him. I never knew that babies could be strongwilled. I thought they were blank slates that you could mould and shape.
Alex was even like this in the belly. He was born at 41 weeks and 3 days after induction, then c-section, and even then there was a lot of tugging to get him out. (I'll have to write about my labour and delivery before I completely forget the horror of it).
I recently complained to my sister about Alex refusing to eat any meat. She laughed at me. loudly, and said "Are you really surprised you have a picky eater??". Mmmkay, yes, I hadn't thought of it that way. I used to eat only 3 things every day and my mom even made seperate meals for me (sorry Mom!).
Alex definitely keeps me on my toes. I can't even imagine what he'll be like when he's walking. I'm in trouble aren't I?
Spokeit and I were playing 20 questions to get to know each other better, for a cultural exchange on Dooce Community. One of the questions she asked me was "Fancy Kleenex, regular Kleenex or toilet paper to blow your nose?". My answer was toilet paper. Umm, can I change my answer?
