Dr. Mom

Do you remember those terrible commercials from Robitussin? About how Dr. Mom knows best? Well, I'm slightly irritated, that they may be correct. We introduced solids early (we are fat fans in this house, we love chubby babies). Nearly every conversation I've had with Dr. Mom about solids has resulted in her saying the following:
"Just be careful with berries. They are the only thing that ever bothered you. Don't give her berries for awhile." Blah, blah, no berries. Blah, blah, blah. Berries=Bad things
But what does she know? They put babies to sleep on their bellies. Gave them water in a bottle. I mean I have books. Pediatricians. Parenting Gods of google. The internet. I know all. I've been a Mom (still weird to type that) for 5 whole months. I've worked with kids for years. I am Dr. Mom. Umm, no. That would be incorrect. On Saturday Chris and I went to BRU (Babies 'R Us) to pick up a gift. Just one gift. Clare needs nothing from the store. I asked Chris to walk around with her in the cart while I picked out the gift. He came back with a semi-full cart. It was impressive. He shopped faster than a girl in an outlet mall. DVD's, fancy lighted mirror for the car. We also picked up more baby food. Clare has eaten all of the Stage 1 foods, so it's onto Stage 2. So, we stroll up to the Earth's Best Organic aisle and pick out 20 jars of things that arent' in season, so they are tough for Suzy Homemaker to make. Tons of berries in Stage 2 foods. I could hear my Mom's voice in my head. Now, I'm not Heather, so I don't do the exact opposite of what Mom says everytime. I looked in my fancy books. My peditrician said berries are fine. Google=Berries are great! So we purchase the 20 jars, mostly with berries. Yesterday morning Clare eats yummy pears and rasberries. Delicious. Loved 'em.
NOT EVEN 6 HOURS LATER=SPOTS ON HER CHIN!
She even had one random spot in the middle of her eyes (it was like a middle school disaster all over again). I almost didn't tell my Mom. I mean, would you call and tell on yourself? It's like asking someone to tell you I told you so. She was really good about it (the words never left her mouth even if she was clearly thinking them). So, score one for Dr. Mom.
Onto more fun stories from the Millers. (This one if for all my pregnant friends, although that list seems to be growing :). It tells you why I married Chris. I went to paint on Sunday, so I went into the bottom of the closet and grabbed my painting jeans. You can see paint from every room in the house that I've painted. Very pretty. Also, about 5 years old. So, I squeeze my postpartum body into the suckers and came strutting downstairs. Chris asks how old the jeans are and refrains from mentioning the fit. I explain that I too was shocked that I could button them, but that wasn't taking into account the "muffin top". He asks for futher clarification (men don't know what muffin tops are?!?). His response, "Well everyone knows the muffin top is the best part" (ala Seinfeld). How cute is that? I think that shows that Chris can in fact think quickly on his feet. It made me hysterically giggle. 'Cause no one wants that type of muffin top. That muffin top is a direct result of to many muffins. And have no fear there won't be pics of that.
P.S. If you've made it this far, I've had 5 or 6 emails about leaving comments. I think you have to sign up for a gmail account (per Aunt Lisa) and then it will allow you to leave comments. I'm not the computer person in this house, so I'm not sure, but that's how Aunt Lisa did it:0