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Transition to Solids

Ainsley started to make the transition to solids today. I'd say it was an overall success, and I discovered that she even has a real taste for pork products.

My personal chef, Avery, whipped up some ham, bacon, and hotdogs. Ainsley was in hog heaven, I tell you.



Much to my chagrin, she didn't take too well to the veggies. I had a little taste myself and I must admit there was something 'artificial' about them. Darn pesticides.


She dropped the other veggies faster than Dan Quayle can spell "tomatoe." Oh wait, that was "potatoe." Still...


After dinner, the kitchen was a mess, and I promised Avery I'd help clean up. I had a closer look at things and to my shock and horror, the cooking conditions and improper food storage were really atrocious.


There was food thrown in all willy-nilly with pots and pans and utensils, with no regard for refrigeration or, gasp, organization.


I'm pretty sure the sink didn't even have running water, and have a look-see at the pink glazed donut and the carton of OJ from this morning's breakfast just tossed into the dirty dish pile. I'm fairly certain these children are missing that Wash Dishes By Hand gene, just like their father is.


There was some evidence that a small amount of some cleaning had gone on at some point, but there's no telling when it took place, and whether or not antibacterial soap was used. I kind of doubt it considering there wasn't a cleaning product in sight.


After we did some organizing and food preparation/storage education with the chef, Ainsley tried her hand at baking. Somehow she instinctually knew to lick the wire beater, and when that was clean, she started in on the dang muffin pan. I guess I can't fault her for trying to clean as she cooks.



All in all, I'd say it was a productive day in the transition to solids. Tomorrow we're going to attempt rack of lamb with a white wine sauce and creme brulee for dessert.

Just a couple of pictures for the heck of it

Get it?

Have you ever seen the movie...

"The Hand"?

I think Ainsley has. Either that, or her hand has.

She could be in a dead sleep, totally sacked out, and it's as if her hand creeps up to her face, feels around for the pacifier handle, and damn if it doesn't pluck that pacifier right out of her mouth, only to send her into a screaming fit.

It's almost as if it's not attached to her body. A hand with a mind of its own? Spoooooooooooky.

Pretty cool, huh?

On the left is the original and to the right is my photoshopped version...

Some good old-fashioned fun

My neighbor has a ten-year-old daughter, so we get a lot of hand-me-downs that no longer get used. We scored big time on a bunch of dress up clothes, and it couldn't have come at a better time. Avery wants to play dress up all day long. I'm not going to lie, I love every minute of it. We're going to slowly incorporate some etiquette into dress up time, too. After we master the proper way to sip tea with your pinky extended outward, we'll work on concentrating with your tongue IN your mouth, and we'll try to encourage Ainsley to eat the crumpets instead of the tutu.

I have only myself to blame

Jumping on the bed has become a household favorite. If Ainsley could figure out the whole supporting her own weight thing, I'm sure she'd get in on the action too. It probably doesn't help that I egged it on by saying "Jump so I can take your picture, again!"

Peace Out

to my homies in Compton...

Tummy Time And Fake Coughing

Ainsley is already starting to do the 'fake cough.' She's also really into laying on her tummy, but I keep just missing getting her on video where she's REALLY trying to move. She does it a little bit here, but not like I'd like to capture.

I am the God of dollhouseland

Tonight after dinner Avery was absolutely adamant that she wanted Ainsley to play with her. I think she's starting to realize that there's a little person in there that is beginning to come out, and tonight after Ainsley was belly laughing with me for like 15 minutes, Avery had a moment of clarity and realized that having a sister might be kinda fun.

So I set up the dollhouse and got out the accessories and away they went. Avery showed her different pieces of furniture and told her what they were for and Ainsley listened intently to every word and was making mental notes all along the way. Avery couldn't have been happier...


... that is, until Ainsley went all King Kong on the mommy doll and stuffed its entire head into her mouth, completely saturating her hair with like 62 buckets of slimy baby drool. Avery got a pretty disgusted look on her face and decided maybe playtime with Ainsley wasn't a great idea. Not yet.


I gently took away the mommy doll, replaced it with a chewtoy rattle, and restored peace to dollhouseland utopiaville. All in a day's work, people.

Just a few snaps from this afternoon

She's just as animated as Avery was at this age. I just want to smooch her all day long!