Snack time!

We are back in Baltimore! Even the sun shines brighter here.

Of course I went to Whole Foods twice the first week, but we're still living mainly on the food leftover from the people who stayed here. Lots of frozen turkey burgers and pasta with marinara.

No big cooking news yet, although I made sausage tonight, which neither of us ate. I'm guessing it was not the best thing to cook in 90-degree weather.

J is doing GREAT foodwise. No reactions for almost a week now. I'm purifying my child. Myself, however, I'm on a bit of a food frenzy.

After the boy goes to sleep, I always want to snack, even if I'm not hungry. I want pizza and chocolate and all kinds of dairy products. I bought some frozen chocolate pudding cakes from Trader Joe's, and I'm currently eating Nana's Cocina Tortilla Chips. Yummers.

We bought a Tripp Trapp for the boy, and I was really excited about it. I read all these reviews that say how their child will sit for an hour in it, they eat more, etc. So far, I've had it two days, and that's not quite the case in our house yet. I've noticed he doesn't spend the entire meal kicking the table, so at least there's that. I'm still trying to adjust the footrest to the right height, though. He seems to like putting his legs under him, instead of flat on the footrest, which makes it tricky. He also wants to sit sideways in the chair, which freaks me out because there's no armrest, and the seatbelt is basicaly worthless. My sister in law has it for her 6 month old, who is sitting by herself just fine, and she says the baby is held in fine by the support bar, which is sold seperately. I removed the beslt, and managed to destroy one of the componets while doing so. Oops.

I never bought a highchair for J, mostly due to space issues. We had a clip-on chair from about 7 months until he was a little over a year, and then one of those "tushie cooshie" boosters. They're soft, and don't need to be strapped on to the table or the child. It worked ok, but I like that the Tripp Trapp can be adjusted so specifically. He's at the right height of the table now, instead of having to eat with his elbows flared out like he's trying to do the chicken dance. I think he'll get used to it in a few days.

I'm giving in to the Papa John's urge now, and going downstairs to order pizza.

Thanks for reading,
-Anne