It’s Sunday already! I’m not sure how this happened.
Happy father’s day to all the dads out there!
Even though last week we went out for brunch with my in-laws and thought that was our celebration, we went out again today, for dim sum. I have to tell you, this is only the second time I’ve been to dim sum and dudes, I hate it. It feels like culinary russian roulette. I have NO idea what I’m getting when I eat things on the lazy susan. Just not a fan, but I’m not a father, so I went for my husband.
Today at brunch my MIL looked at the baby, looked at me and goes, “I’m sorry Katie, but I don’t see any of you in him.” Uh, thanks? She also told me I don’t need to burp the baby as often while eating. Because she’s been around the entire past 5 weeks and has had entire 3 ounce bottle spit up on her from a lack of burping. Oh wait, no.
There is something going on with my stomach this week. I don’t know if I’m still adjusting to not being pregnant, but it is really unpleasant. I will go back to being lactose intolerant if it means no more of this nonsense. So far, dairy does not seem to be the irritant, though admittedly, nothing is clearly the irritant, which is frustrating.
We’re going home to my hometown this weekend for the first time with the baby. It’s a 3 hour drive, which won’t be fun, but it’s doable with a few stops. He has about a million great aunts and uncles waiting to meet him, as well as several cousins. I’m not sure if they’re second cousins or first cousins once removed or how that works at all, but they’re cousins, and they’re very excited to see him.
I officially gave up breastfeeding this week. I wrote about it at Babble, but the short version is that it wasn’t working, we were both miserable. I’m still terribly sad about it, I hate watching other people feed the baby because that was supposed to be my job exclusively, but I guess adjustments to expectations are a part of parenthood. That doesn’t mean I like them.
Does every member of Paula Deen’s family have a cooking show? Does anyone find it a little interesting that both of her son’s shows are about eating healthily?
Every time I watch Iron Chef America I think I want to make my own pasta. And then I think about how easy it is to pour pasta into a pot of boiling water verses making a dough, letting it rest, rolling it out, cutting it and then eventually putting it into boiling water. And truthfully, I’m pretty positive that my palate is not sophisticated enough to notice a major difference.
It’s after 10, so it’s cluster feeding time, so I’m done for the night. I’m hoping to start to post a little more here, but I’m also starting to study for my upcoming board exam, so we’ll see how I can swing procrastination with a baby. It’s my last test ever, but damn if I don’t want to study for it.
Have a good week!