Ethan just started solids. For the past week, my husband and I have been feigning excitement every time we would sit down for a feeding. We were cheering, hollering, giving repeated thumbs up and woo-hoo’ing at offensive decibels. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought our son either won the Presidency or informed us that we would never have to work again.

Despite all that – he still gagged and puked.

Tonight, he finally swallowed. I kept my composure, but I was so proud of the little guy. I don’t care if he ever becomes President (we’re Canadian anyway)! Though, I wouldn’t mind never having to work again. Now that you know how to eat, go make some money, Ethan. Thanks!

I had plans to start this blog two months before my due date. I thought it would be a great way to re-ignite my passion for writing while also giving me something to do with all the free time I would have – you know, when the baby is either quietly playing by himself, not requiring any attention at all or when he’s sleeping peacefully for all those long, uninterrupted hours.

Then, he was born and it’s six months later and here’s my first post.

This is my new reality. Or, I’m just really lazy, in which case, nothing has changed.

Here’s a photo to kick things off –  here I am trying to impart valuable life lessons on to Ethan: look at the camera when taking a selfie, yo! Once he’s mastered that, we’ll move on to the art of the duck face.