The Michelin Man

For the most part, Kevin, Jack, and I are in good health. None of us have any diseases or illnesses, however all three of us are a little on the "fluffy" side. Kevin and I have been talking about wanting to lose weight together for seven months now (I've been saying it since I was 9 months pregnant, "I have got to drop 30 pounds!" Luckily I lost 15 pounds minutes after Jack was born). And although Jack's doctor said he didn't need to lose weight, he is rather large for his size (He is in the 100th percentile for his height and weight at this age, and 95th percentile for his head). Could it be the pizza, Oreos, frosting, banana cake, and all the other naughty food I give him? Yeah, probably. I am totally to blame for Jack being so chunky.

Yesterday we went to Costco and although about every person who looked at him admired how adorable he was, several people said, "AW! He's so fat!" I know fat babies are so cute, but as he gets bigger, it won't be as cute. Aside from it not being cute to be obese at 5 years old, I am concerned the path I have put him on could result in childhood diabetes or other illnesses as he gets older. 

So, although I won't be putting Jack on a diet to lose weight, I am going to change what I feed him. Kevin is on board with me and we are both going to try to shed our extra pounds by this October. Why October? Have you seen my Halloween costumes? I wear more to the beach then at Halloween, and my booty is not Halloween ready.

Kevin wants to lose 25 pounds, I want to lose 7 (easier said then done with the way I eat) and Jack will be on a "no candy and pizza" diet. He will get more of the baby foods, yogurts, and other healthy foods instead of the quick fix of a graham cracker or cookie. I am hoping with him learning to walk soon that it will also help with his little rolls. 

So, say goodbye to the Michelin Man, and say hello to a much healthier, happier, baby! 

Whoe! That's one big baby!

Ok, so there is one of two things someone always says to me when they see Jack. 1. He's so cute (duh, I am his mother) and 2. Whoe! That's one big baby! I always want to tell strangers when they see him and say that, "Hey, thanks for pointing out the obvious!" Of course, while I am grocery shopping yesterday and I'm standing in line to check out, it was the same routine:

Old Guy: Whoe! That's one big baby!

Me: Yup

Old Guy: How much does he weigh?

Me: 26 pounds.

Old Guy: Whoe! That's big!

Me: Yup.

Old Guy: How old is he?

Me: 10 months

Now here's where the conversation really irritated me:

Old Guy: Well that's not healthy to have a baby that big.

At this point I thought to myself, "Are you a doctor? Did you go to school for 8 years and know anything about babies? Because from the look of your nasty clothes and beer gut, I don't think you are."

Of course, I didn't say that.

Me: The doctor says he is proportionate to his height so he's fine.

Old Guy: Oh! Well how many times does he wake up during the night? Twice?

Me: Huh?

Old Guy: To be that big he must be hungry.

Me: Oh. Once.

At this point, I didn't want to explain to a stranger (emphasize strange) that my child doesn't eat at night, so I just said whatever to shut him up. And you would think after every answer I give and then I would turn away would be a hint, but some people don't get the obvious. After that, he continued on how I should use a baby back pack so I don't hurt my back. I just ignored him until I checked out. I did, however, cary my mace out to the car.

A Greek Tragedy

Ya know, it's not easy being a tot. Everyone always wants to hug you and squeeze you, and believe me, having a kid as uber adorable as Jack is no exception! Why, just the other day in Target, a woman came up to us and told Jack she wanted to eat him. I'm sure he's delectable, but I wouldn't recommend telling someone you want to eat them. I think, "Wow, you're handsome!" would have been a better choice of words. But who knows, maybe she was just hungry.

So, as I was saying, it's not easy being a tot. Jack is teething right now, and has about 5 teeth coming in at once (at least I think 5, every time I try to count he bites me.) I have tried everything to help with the pain, and I mean everything. Two types of baby orojel, frozen wash cloth, teething tablets, teething rings, frozen banana, frozen waffle, and many other things that I can't really think of. I find the orojel, 3 teething tablets, and a graham cracker usually makes him feel better. This was him yesterday when they started to ache:

And here is him after the intervention:

And yes, that is graham cracker on his forehead. Y