Bananas

     It has been awhile and I am going bananas. My brain is always fuzzy and my meals are always short, but it is never boring! Eli is about to turn one and I cannot seem to settle on how I feel about that yet, good thing I do not have a lot of time to think about it. I am not even sure if I can finish this follow-up blog for you here, but I am going to try my damned-ness! So let me tell you what is new… Right now I am eating a lot of healthy things and Marley (our dog) is eating the rest. If you ever want to go on a diet, the time is now! Gosh, all you need is healthy food, national economic turmoil and a baby. Golly! If you’re in the USA, where everything is rising in price astronomically, including food – then you might know what I am talking about! Eli is teething and she requires solid food on the regular. Which is easy, but what is not so easy is that she does not want to eat it! She still prefers milk. We can always put rice cereal in it or mashed fruit/veggies, but the only solid foods she will eat are these things called ‘Puffs”. Most recently I turned her onto eating Veggie Stix, which have the same texture as “Puffs”. She will gnaw on a carrot, but she will not eat bananas. I have given her strawberries, apples, melon, potato, carrots, peas, peppers, bananas, scrambled eggs, rye bread, cheese, yogurt, mushrooms, zucchini, squash, baby corn, “Puffs” and Veggie Stix. Thank god for Marley! Without her I would be slipping on bananas all day! So there is that. I am not sure if I wrote in a previous blog about Eli sitting-up, crawling and I know I have not written about the latest thing she does to scare the life out of you – STANDING! So ya, it is has been awhile since I have written anything. Honestly I just would rather spend time with her. I have come to the conclusion that being a blind mom is the same as being a sighted mom. We both have our ups and downs. No two people are alike and that also applies to motherhood. AKA “The Hood.” It is absolutely crazy to think that now, though. I used to think that “me” being a “mom” would be impossible. I thought for sure that CPS would have been knocking on my door by now, telling me some “Karen” called and “was very concerned.” I thought that because a lot of people in my past had instilled doubt in me. It gave me debilitating fear to live a normal life. Even though I had one all these years. So I guess my point is that we are all the same in “The Hood.” We all fear that one day, we may slide on bananas.