Nothing too exciting to report here.
The Hawaiian winter is upon us. It’s 1 October tomorrow. Where has this year gone? From here on out, I will be looking at Halloween costumes for Sebastian, planning something romantic for my second wedding anniversary, and deciding how I’ll spend my first Thanksgiving and Christmas away from my family. In a hot climate. In a new city. Where I know very few people. Yeah, it’s going to be really weird.
With the winter here also comes rain, I’ve noticed. Two days of pouring rain, which is kind of nice, but I’m wondering how many of these types of days we’ll see before Spring? The waves on Waikiki today were pretty impressive, too, so I can only imagine what the North Shore must look like this time of year.
Yesterday was a pretty big milestone for me. I’ve been vegetarian for at least 15 years now. I’ve lost count. But Ale is 110% carnivore. I never thought about how my children would be raised. It’s never been an issue until the pediatrician advised us on solids and that the best first foods are meats. At that point, I was dealing with an internal battle. Do I or do I not give him meat. Just because I don’t eat it doesn’t mean I should deprive him. I’ve gotten lots of advice here. People saying he needs it. Others saying he doesn’t. Others saying it will be his choice to give it up when he’s old enough.
The pediatrician said herself that he doesn’t actually need solids right now. Breastmilk still sustains him for the next 6 months, at least. It’s wise to introduce him to solids at this time strictly for the purpose of acclimating him to social functions. It includes him learning to eat from a spoon, learning manners and social cues.
Here’s where I’m going with all this: yesterday when Seba and I came home from my one-day-a-week babysitting job, Papa had a chicken dinner prepared for him. Gulp. He tried it, and didn’t care for it. But it wasn’t as bad for me as I’d thought. I realized I want him to experience everything for himself before I restrict him from anything. He will come to follow in my footsteps on his own. 
We tried the rest of the chicken again today, and his reaction was a little better, but he didn’t finish even half of it. With his veggies, he could eat two containers full.
So this weekend might be our first camping trip with our little rascal. We’re not sure if we plan on sleeping in the campsite or not. Maybe we’ll just spend the day there for the sake of everyone. I’d hate to be the reason the entire campground is up in the middle of the night, but that’s what a screaming baby will do to you. I’m hoping we’re over this middle of the night nonsense, though.
Since moving here, Sebastian has refused to sleep through the night. He used to do it perfectly. In bed by 10:30, up at 5 or 6. Now it’s more like he’s asleep by 8 or 9 and is up every morning at 3. Well, the other night when I went to his crib to get him, he just laughed at me. I knew then that he must be stopped. He wasn’t hungry. He just wanted to be up with Mommy. I wonder what he’d do if Papa went to his crib. We’ll never know the answer to that, I suppose. So last night, at exactly 3 he was whining. It took no more than 15 minutes before he was quiet. He was playing with his lovey, but soon he was asleep again, and didn’t wake up until nearly 6. God be with us tonight for another episode like that one. Better yet, let’s just hope he sleeps soundly throughout the night on the first time around!
