Sunday, February 20, 2011

Vito's first week of solid food a success!

So Vito turned six months last weekend and he's been on rice, potatoes and sayote since. All homemade! Cooking my son's food wasn't as easy as I thought. What could be so difficult with steaming and mashing? Well, it's not difficult at all but it is very time-consuming.

First, I wash, peel and cube the veggies. Then steam till very tender. Then mash with a fork. Then strain so that it's smooth. Then dole onto ice cube trays. Then before feeding, mix with my breastmilk! I cook his food myself because the yaya grumbles that the food needs salt or sugar, or else Vito won't like it.

This week, we'll do carrots and squash. Next week, we start to eat twice a day and mix the veggies. By March, we'll do fruits! It's all so very exciting and it makes my heart swell when I see how Vito enjoys mealtimes. He just gobbles up all his food! Yum!

I just want to point out that I love Vito's Kushies bib. It has a soft t-shirt-like neckline and the bib is soft nylon (at least that's what I think it is!). It's very comfy and protects Vito's onesies from spills. Mine was a gift from Rustan's Mariel Bartolome. So happy with it, Mariel! Will definitely get a couple more!

How about you? What was introducing solid food to your kid like? What are your kid's favorites?

Monday, February 14, 2011

To my baby daddy Vince

To the man who rescued me from myself, who wrote me the most romantic poems, serenaded me to sleep, dreamed dreams with me, danced with me in the rain, brought me places, taught me style, made me love sushi and sashimi, makes me laugh all the time, makes me smarter all the time, bought me books, buys me jewelry and bags and blenders and flowers, sang to me in the car "I want to get married and run away!", pushed me to become who I am today, married me, gave me a life I never even dreamed of, and proved to me what a man truly is!

To the father of my child, happy happy hearts day.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Vito starts solid food tomorrow!

In a few hours, my darling Vito will be 6 months old. Time to start solid food!

We waited till he turned 6 months because Vince and I have a history of allergies. Vince has allergic rhinitis and I have asthma. That's why I was adamant to breastfeed our boy because breast milk protects children from allergies. When Vito developed atopic dermatitis when he was around 4 months old, that really made me sad, but not surprised. It's a good thing I'm breastfeeding him because, with just a few lifestyle adjustments (change bedsteads more often, boil his bath water, use virgin coconut oil-based moisturizer), Vito is now as smooth as silk again!

Anyway, so tomorrow we start on rice. I'm making his first batch of rice cereal. Ate Marita had a kilo of rice ground up and tomorrow I'll cook it. Here's the recipe I got from BabyFood101:

1/4 cup rice powder
1 cup water
Bring water to boil in saucepan. Add rice powder, stirring constantly. Simmer for 10 minutes, always whisking, while adding breast milk (or formula). Serve warm.

I am SO EXCITED! I'm also a bit sad since this means Vito's diapers won't smell milky sweet anymore. Hello, smelly poo!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Giving it all to a higher power

I'm a bit of a control freak. One of the reasons why I didn't want to have kids is because I knew that kids are people, not objects I can control. I can't control the gender, what he'll like, what he'll be, etc. I can try guiding him but in the end, who knows how he'll turn out?

Tito William, my friend Mariel's dad, once assured me, "You can do your worst and they'll still turn out all right." Meanwhile, my own dearly departed mother once told me bitterly, "You do your best and they still turn out a nightmare." She wasn't talking about me, thank goodness!

So every day I pray to God to please give me the wisdom to raise my son. I tell Him that I acknowledge that Vito is not really mine to keep forever, that I only have his undivided attention for a few years and then he'll spread his wings and fly and that I hope God will help me in those few short precious years.

I want to be worthy of this stewardship. I want to let God know that I will take care of His Vito, that even if I had not wanted this before, now that I have it, I take this role seriously. I confess to Him that I have no idea what I'm doing but I will try very very hard not to disappoint Him when He gave me this huge responsibility. Because even though I'm scared, I am beyond grateful, too. I may not know what the future holds but right now, this very moment, I will take joy in anticipating it.

And in giving up control and letting God guide me, I realize what a relief it is to just trust Someone who is infinitely wiser, stronger, gentler, nobler, kinder and more full of love than I'll ever be. 

Yes, Vito will be okay. God is raising him. I'm just the conduit. The very happy and grateful conduit!

God bless you all, my fellow parents!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The godfather of the playground

When we say that we named Vito after The Godfather's Vito Corleone, some people would scratch their heads and say, "But why would you name him after a mob boss?" Because Don Vito kicked ass, that's why! And he did it with polish and class.

But when we noticed this happening in the playground, even we got a little freaked:
When Vito arrives at the playground, the kids all gather around him.
They say hi, try to make him laugh.
They try to give him food and get upset when I say, "Vito can't eat yet. Look, he has no teeth!"
And then, like a true godfather, Vito gets...
... his kisses!
Yes, he's used to the adoration of his parents. But when little kids also pay respect, it's kinda unnerving!