Well it is Saturday, which means it must be “wear-high-heels-on-the cobblestone-day!” Yeah. Guatemalan City folks come out to Antigua in their best get ups and enjoy a little fresh air and sunshine and greenery. During the week there are not many strollers on the streets either. The locals carry their kids wrapped in gorgeous weavings until they kids can stumble along by themselves. But come the weekend, stroller abound. Like high heel shoes I guess. Impractical. Imported. A silly sign of affluence.
I have developed a love/hate relationship with my stroller. I really really really could not carry this kid everywhere there is to go. But my back and arms and legs face a constant challenge on the rough local terrain. Oh my. The NYC sidewalks will be so easy compared to this. Though no doubt I will be complaining about the sleet and snow and especially the miserable cold.
Now high chairs are another thing entirely. The princess loves her stroller, but she really loves high chairs. Well, she loves them when they are being put to proper use. There is nothing more frustrating than arriving in a high chair and not being offered anything to eat. And when the princess is done eating, it is time to get down. NOW. But during that nice period of time that she is picking at her food, the high chair is a wonderful place to be.
Oddly, it seems that she has started getting a little fussier about food in the past few days. She suddenly does not care for eggs, hard boiled or scrambled, and they quickly end up on the floor. Cheese is less interesting. Papaya….ehhh…. not too interesting anymore either. Cantaloupe and watermelon continue to be winners. And one can NEVER go wrong with bananas….either freshly peeling, or the fried plantain variety. And bread. Ummm… white bread. Mommy says ick. But what does mommy know?
She is drinking more bottles now. She gulps them down and often has two in one sitting. I am not delighted. I would rather see her eat more food food. But I swear she is gaining weight, so she can’t be too neglected. Doesn't her face look a little chubbier?
I have developed a love/hate relationship with my stroller. I really really really could not carry this kid everywhere there is to go. But my back and arms and legs face a constant challenge on the rough local terrain. Oh my. The NYC sidewalks will be so easy compared to this. Though no doubt I will be complaining about the sleet and snow and especially the miserable cold.
Now high chairs are another thing entirely. The princess loves her stroller, but she really loves high chairs. Well, she loves them when they are being put to proper use. There is nothing more frustrating than arriving in a high chair and not being offered anything to eat. And when the princess is done eating, it is time to get down. NOW. But during that nice period of time that she is picking at her food, the high chair is a wonderful place to be.
Oddly, it seems that she has started getting a little fussier about food in the past few days. She suddenly does not care for eggs, hard boiled or scrambled, and they quickly end up on the floor. Cheese is less interesting. Papaya….ehhh…. not too interesting anymore either. Cantaloupe and watermelon continue to be winners. And one can NEVER go wrong with bananas….either freshly peeling, or the fried plantain variety. And bread. Ummm… white bread. Mommy says ick. But what does mommy know?
She is drinking more bottles now. She gulps them down and often has two in one sitting. I am not delighted. I would rather see her eat more food food. But I swear she is gaining weight, so she can’t be too neglected. Doesn't her face look a little chubbier?
