I have so much to say and so many photos to share, but for now all you get is a quick check-in. We are in Lutsen, doing what we do here. Rest, read, explore the lake, breathe deeply, recharge. Even Ewan has caught the vibe.
It’s official, our boy is an eater.
I wanted to wait until we were settled in Chicago. I wanted to wait until he was able to sit on his own. I wanted to wait to enjoy this last phase of our relationship just a little bit longer. I wanted to wait because I wasn’t ready. But that didn’t matter because there was no denying it anymore. Ewan was ready. Oh boy, was he ready.
We sat at Whole Foods for lunch one day. And Ewan watched, intently, as the banana made its way from the table to our mouths and back again. He watched us, carefully, while smacking his lips. Since bananas are supposed to be a great first food, we decided to share.
He was hesitant at first, not quite sure what to do with what was being given to him. He moved it about his mouth. Some went in, but most went out. It was all about experiencing. Tasting. Testing the waters.
It wasn’t until the third time or so that he really got the hang of it. And loved it. And ate it. Lots. After bananas we gave avocado a whirl. He wasn’t really a fan of that, but liked it quite a bit when a little banana was added. It seemed like it gave it just the right amount of sweetness and flavor to make it go down smooth.
Tonight he tried sweet potato for the first time. Baked and pureed with a bit of breastmilk. Even though it was the first time for that flavor. He ate like a champ and made quite a mess to show for it.
It sure is fun having another little eater in the house. He’s just so excited by it all, it’s contagious.
Just like the smiles, the giggles have been pretty elusive. But, finally, we were able to get a few on video.
A good friend of ours in Japan said that once the baby laughs started we’d all be laughing and that we’d never stop. I think she might be right.
Shortly after arriving back from Japan, my parents (Caron and Steve) threw a shower to welcome us and Ewan back stateside. Aside from having an opportunity to introduce Ewan to everyone and catch up after two years away, I wanted more. I wanted everyone, that was so inclined, to have a chance to create with us. To make something for Ewan. I wanted to help fill his life, and his closet, with handmade. Gifts with stories. Gifts with souls.
So, after a bit of thought, we decided on making onesies. Easy enough for anyone to try, approachable. While we didn’t have an enormous response, (So many people said that they “aren’t creative,” those that did decide to participate really impressed me.
And now we have a bunch of custom-made onesies for Ewan to wear in the coming year. Wanna see?
And we have a bunch more shirts that remain blank, ready for us and for friends to decorate and adorn when the spirit moves us.
Wordless Wednesday does mean that there should be no words in the post, but this time I just want to say that I do have so very much to say, just not enough time to do it. I’m hoping that regular posting should start soon. Perhaps now. Hope with me.