Sign Language

There are certain activities I have always dreamed of doing with my child.... not just dreamed of, but had this misplaced expectation that I would be amazing at it.  One of those is sign language.  I had these visions of feeding my child, and communicating back and forth about our need and emotions; we would be walking down the street and sign back in forth about the birds and dogs that we encountered. 

Reality check... I suck at sign language... why did I think that it would be something I at which I would excel when I barely passed high school Spanish class? 

This beautiful interchange of communications was quickly shattered.  Instead of learning the sign for "more" when we are eating, my son just likes to slap the spoon out of my hand in his excitement.  Instead of signing "finished" when he has had enough food and is satiated, he spits the remainder of what is in his mouth right into my face, very often getting in my eye. 

I hope my child will not be stunted by my sign language incompetence... but, guess what.... my mom never signed to me, and I somehow learned to communicated.  So.... lets see how this unfolds.  Hopefully I have not scarred my child and kept him from getting into Harvard.

I'm not really hip...

I finally did it.  I decided to make my own baby food.  I was kind of hesitant about the whole thing because there was still a part of me that thought I would be tipping the scale and fall into "crazy Austin mom" zone.  I thought this would be the "gateway drug" that pulled me into the world of organic food and biodegradable cars (I made that one up... but is sounds Austin).

So, why did I decide to make my own baby food?  Simple... I am not cool or super organic, but I am super cheap... I am so cheap that on many occasions, my husband has compared me to a 90 year old depression survivor.  Here is a shout out to all those thrifty mamas out there.... checkout our adventure:

Amanda and Kinley

homemade vs. store bought

Our receipts to make sure we saved money