Jenny discovering the joy of solid (ok, very liquid) food
It’s been a big month of firsts - first solid food, first blowing bubbles (unfortunately with food in the mouth, argh!), first swim, first trip to the creche, first trip to the Bronx Zoo…
So much has changed in one short month. We’ve moved apartments and are now settling into our fabulous new abode right on the Hudson River. Jenny has been having a growth spurt so is now sporting an entirely new wardrobe. I have been having a growth shrink and am pleased to also be sporting, if not new, at least different clothes, as I fit back into my pre-pregnancy stuff, hurrah!
Jenny’s been making her first foray into solid foods. She started with baby rice, which she didn’t seem that into (it does taste like cardboard so who can blame her?), so she quickly progressed onto sweet potato, squash, apples, pears and bananas. Everything went down a storm except the peas which bounced straight back up again, and the prunes which…well I don’t think I need to explain why an entire meal of prunes is not a good idea for anyone.
Jenny's first swim
Jenny looked as cute as a button in her hot pink swim suit and swim cap when I took her for her very first swim at the JCC. Her cuteness was particularly effective at diverting attention away from Mum’s wobbly bits for which I am very grateful.
And, like all new things, Jenny nailed it! Without so much as a whimper, she gamely took to the pool, smiling at everyone in her path and discovering that her manic urge to kick her legs all the time, is actually quite useful in water. It looks like she’ll be a natural.
Jenny and Daddy at the butterflies
Jenny has also been swatting up on her natural history and art with several trips to the American Museum of Natural History, the Met and the MoMA. Favourite on her list has been the butterfly exhibit at the American Museum of Natural History where she enjoyed being carried by her Dad and watching the live butterflies flit around her head.
A first for me has been dyeing my hair! As many of you know, I was secretly a little smug to have stayed naturally blonde for 31 years. However, as Vicky S often observes, smugness comes before a fall, and so it was that pregnancy hormones finally got the better of my fair locks, boo. So, in an effort to get them back again I first spent a stupendous amount at the hairdresser, and then, thinking ‘I can do that!’, I foolishly bought a home kit and had a go myself…
…3 hours and an enormous amount of stress later, I am pleased to report that I am, indeed, blonde again, hurrah! However given the trauma required to get there I think I might just stick with brown going forward, or use this as an excuse to go somewhere really hot and sunny so it can naturally lighten.
Bermuda anyone???
