25 May 2010

When I was Small...

I tried my hand at making rice cereal today. It's about a month and one week before Emma will be starting solids, but I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing before I was actually feeding it to her.

It was a pretty easy thing to do.
1/4 cup of rice (I used brown) yields 2 cups cooked cereal. You just obliterate it in a food processor dry, boil it in 1 cup of water for 10 mins (stirring constantly) and then cool it and add 2-3 oz of milk to thin it down. Baby only needs a few onces, but you can freeze it in an ice cube tray which is great!

That being said, I am torn nowadays between excitement about her growing up and wanting her to stay tiny. I have a love/hate relationship with her dependence on me. I really want her to grow out of pinching me, throwing up on me, and screaming when she needs me. I really want to dress her up in new outfits and look forward to new phases of her life. However, I love being able to carry her. I love it when she smiles at me while I nurse her. I love the newness of the things that are new now.

I guess I can't really do anything about it but write and take pictures. Lots of pictures...

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On Distant Shores

I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost, and I've been burned by this world's cold, like leaves beneath the frost. On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry. But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy.

And off of the blocks I was headstrong and proud, at the front of the line for the card-carrying high-browed, with both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight, running at full tilt my sword pulled from its hilt. It's funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds, the last will wave goodbye. It's funny how the hope will bleed away the citadels we build and fortify. Goodbye!

Night came and I broke my stride. I swallowed hard but never cried. When grace was easy to forget, I'd denounce the hypocrites. Casting first stones. Killing my own.

Then You would unscale my blind eyes and I stood battered but more wise. Fighting to accelerate. Shaking free from crippling weight. With resilience unsurpassed, I crawled my way to you at last. And on my knees, I wept at your feet. I finally believed that You still love me.

~On Distant Shores by Five Iron Frenzy

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