A preview of things to come: Michael and I have differing tastes on food.
Michael likes: Frozen green bean puree, apples with prunes, apples with vanilla flavoring.
I think the frozeen green bean puree is disgusting, the apples with prunes revolting, and the apples with vanilla flavoring tastes like cough syrup to me.
On the contrary, his homemade butternut squash and pumpkins are delicious. However, he does not much care for them!
Mchael's still on mushy food, but we are trying to introduce some more lumps, and combination tastes. I am hesitant because he is such a picky eater. I don't think he's gaining weight and has actually shrunk because he's wiggling around so much and not too interested in eating. And his clothes are loose again when last week, I was contemplating going into the next size up!
So I am afraid to try new things with him. But I need to! And he needs to eat! But I don't want to push food on him lest it makes him to hate meal time. *sigh* I guess I have plenty of time when he's a teenager to push food on him.
Someone tell Michael's mom to stop freaking out?
P
Monday, June 18, 2007
Curious about the difference between French Mommies and American Mommies? Click Below:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/portal/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/portal/2007/06/15/nosplit/ftmaman115.xml
You know...everyone thinks living in Paris is oh-so-romantic. But the reality is...living in Paris and VISITING Paris are two entirely different things.
Visiting Paris, you see all the beautiful monuments in the good parts of town (ignoring Sacre Coeur). You usually are without your kids and are enjoying fun-filled days full of sightseeing, delicious French food, and 3 hour late night dinners. Vive le France! C'est MAGNIFIQUE!
However, living in Paris is an entirely different experience. The incessant street noise, dog poop in the street, billions of stairs in the metro with your stroller/child, occasional refusal of service in restaurants BECAUSE you have a child...I could go on and on and on. It is far from thrilling and most definitely far from romantic. Not to mention all the kids who are always sick and touching everything, including your baby. YUCK.
But despite all this and numerous transitional hardships (culturally and emotionally), this is turning out to be an enriching experience, albeit difficult. I just wanted to clear up any misconceived notions that living in Paris is always romantic and always wonderful, because it really is not...ALWAYS. But then there are the moments when I am enjoying a book in the Luxembourg Gardens while Michael rolls on the picnic blanket that I look up at the clear blue sky and think...We are sure lucky to be here, all together, enjoying life.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/portal/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/portal/2007/06/15/nosplit/ftmaman115.xml
You know...everyone thinks living in Paris is oh-so-romantic. But the reality is...living in Paris and VISITING Paris are two entirely different things.
Visiting Paris, you see all the beautiful monuments in the good parts of town (ignoring Sacre Coeur). You usually are without your kids and are enjoying fun-filled days full of sightseeing, delicious French food, and 3 hour late night dinners. Vive le France! C'est MAGNIFIQUE!
However, living in Paris is an entirely different experience. The incessant street noise, dog poop in the street, billions of stairs in the metro with your stroller/child, occasional refusal of service in restaurants BECAUSE you have a child...I could go on and on and on. It is far from thrilling and most definitely far from romantic. Not to mention all the kids who are always sick and touching everything, including your baby. YUCK.
But despite all this and numerous transitional hardships (culturally and emotionally), this is turning out to be an enriching experience, albeit difficult. I just wanted to clear up any misconceived notions that living in Paris is always romantic and always wonderful, because it really is not...ALWAYS. But then there are the moments when I am enjoying a book in the Luxembourg Gardens while Michael rolls on the picnic blanket that I look up at the clear blue sky and think...We are sure lucky to be here, all together, enjoying life.
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