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It’s evident that my blogging comes and goes like Owen’s ability to eat solid foods, which is to say that some days are appetizing like sweet potatoes and others are more like “butternut squash + spitup down my shirt.”

I’ve previously expressed my fear of introducing Owen to solid foods since doing so would bring with it an entire new set of challenges and time commitments. I was correct.

This is now my evening:

• 4:45: Leave work
• 5:00: Depart daycare with Owen in tow
• 5:30: Arrive home
• 5:30:05: Gently lift Owen out of carseat in the hope that I won’t wake him up.
• 5:30:10: Owen wakes up
• 5:30:15: Transport breastmilk into refrigerator
• 5:31: Play with Owen; ignore the need for dinner preparation
• 6:00: Feed Owen sweet potatoes, most likely, and wonder why the whites of his eyes are a vibrant shade of Sweet Potato
• 6:30: Clean him up and remove sweet potatoes from my leg
• 6:40: Bathe Owen
• 7:00: Nurse him
• 7:30: Play some more
• 8:00: Read him book and put him to bed
• 8:05: Slowly relax; note the growling stomach
• 8:10: Relaxation ends; feed meat-eater Kyle more vegetables from the CSA, hope that edamame will once again pass as “protein”
• 8:30: Clean kitchen (in theory)
• 9:00: Decide what to do with the remainder of the evening; fight sleep
• 9:30: Keep eyeballs open
• 10:00: Continue in the fight against sleep but admit defeat

This is my excuse for not blogging, not commenting on yours, and the rapid rise of “smoothies for dinner!” I need to do better. I will do better.

Meanwhile, Owen is confidently sitting up, rocking on all fours, and grinning with the nubs of two tiny teeth.