Babies vs Toddlers

It still amazes me how different Maia is from Aidan. I man, granted there is the whole boy/girl thing, but beyond that.... Aidan almost never spit up. And if he did, it was usually because he had on the sweater he apparently hated and was trying to befoul it so we would change him. Maia, on the other hand, spits up almost every time she's fed. And at intervals between. The docs say she's a "content" spitter, because it doesn't cause her pain and she's gaining weight fine. And I can vouch for it-- she's very nonchalant when she snot-rockets half-digested milk out of her nose, accompanied of course by the mouth ooze volcano effect. It's almost like a magic trick, because I can assure you, were that happening to me, I would be decidedly more upset. But to be fair, if it were me I'm sure it would smell a lot worse given my dietary preferences.

Another difference is that their sleeping styles. Aidan refused to sleep unless we put him in the Neglect-o-Matic swing, and pretty much despised the sling we tried with him. Maia, on the other hand, prefers to sleep on her stomach (and before I get all the baby experts writing letters and burning bassinets on my front lawn, let me assure you we only let her sleep on her stomach if she's sleeping on us, not in her crib) and will happily lapse into a coma about 2 seconds after she gets put in her baby sling. I can only hope this means she sleeps better as a big kid than Aidan, who apparently will have a brilliant career as a paperboy since he's up at ungodly hours of the morning anyway.

Any new benchmarks this week? Well, Maia had her first, second, and third official diaper blowouts (I still can't get over how they can crap all the way op to their NECKS). She also, as a consequence of the former, had her first tub bath. Which, in turn, led to her (and our, since Aidan to date still hasn't done this) first official tub-poo flotilla. Which, by the way, really really REALLY sucks to clean up. It's kinda like trying to wash cous-cous down the drain... at this point it's so granular that the weight of the water pushes it out of the way, and I ended up with the baby poo version of sand art. And, of course, Aidan thought this was pretty cool, so in went the rubber duckie.

As for Aidan, well, his library of bastardized showtunes and much loved standards continues to grow unabated. This week, he inexplicably began singing Jingle Bells again, but changed the words to "What fun it is to ride in daddy's car". He's also apparently decided he is a dinosaur and wants to eat meat all the time. Specifically, he wants meatballs. Wait, sorry, he wants meatBOBS. And meatloaf, which happily I can make well. (By the way, I know my wife's mom is reading this-- I gotta tell you, your daughter makes meatbobs that could make Emeril jealous.) So, now Aidan thinks that there's bread, and "different bread", by which he means meatloaf, since that's how we slice it. I have definitely screwed this kid up for life. He's very binary... there are a lot of things for him that follow that formula. Another example: He eats waffles almost every day for breakfast. One day I made cinnamon buns. And thus:

"Aidan, look! I made cinnamon buns."
"I want waffles."
"But these are a special treat! They're cinnamon buns."
*pauses, thinks*
"Those different waffles. I like them."

Now he asks for them that way. He's also trying to operate our electronics....and get this... he's trying to put DVDs in our player. What does he call it, you might ask? Why, the ABCD player, of course. For her part, Maia is developing a look that very clearly denotes skepticism, which she uses anytime Aidan talks to her. Which is probably for the best, as I suspect he will continue the long Montross male tradition of creating ridiculous names and explanations for things they don't fully understand. And she, like her mother, will happily ignore his ridiculous statements and love him anyway.

See? Everybody wins. At least, until he tries to get her to believe Sasquatch was the one who lost her favorite CD. Even I never pulled that one off successfully.