Last night, at around 10:24 p.m. (because I'm the psycho mom who scrupulously documents every little detail of my child's life), Pearyn took her first steps.
Her first, real, unadulterated, unassisted, out-of-the-blue steps.
Well, I guess it wasn't really that shocking. She's been standing without holding onto anything for several weeks now, she pushes herself from my knee into a standing position and for the last week she's been mad dashing around the living room with her pushy, walker thinger. (Yes, that's the technical term).
I wasn't even coercing her into using that pushmobile. One day I was just sitting on the couch engrossed in some unhealthy weekend television, when all of the sudden Pearyn comes zooming through the living room (and by zooming I mean walking considerably faster than she crawls) with this thing. It had been over in the corner of our room and how she managed to back it up and turn it around the right way is beyond me. Apparently it's time to start putting child locks on any and everything in our house because she's finally figuring stuff out.
With her new mobility comes more worries from me, however. And no, my concern doesn't come from her falling and bashing her face on something from her man-who's-had-too-much-to-drink style walk. Pearyn has been quite the adventure seeker since she was born, hitting most of her physical milestones far too early, so we were really counting on her getting her first set of stitches some time before the age of one. So we should probably celebrate the fact that she's made it to 10 months unscathed.
Seriously, playing peek-a-boo in the hamper with daddy is one of her latest hobbies.
My new troubles come from the fact that my 90th percentile in height, but 25th percentile in weight daughter is going to start burning even more calories now. The doctor thinks our daughter has been blessed with a super duper metabolism, so even though she pretty much ate the same amount as her 15-minutes-younger cousin, she pretty much weighed anywhere from two to three pounds less than Evee. We're thinking her overactive metabolism is a gift from my mom, who used to tell me the woes of how she could eat 10 cheeseburgers and not gain a pound. I've never really considered this a "woe" however, until I'm now faced with the challenge of keeping my incredibly active, a few months shy of switching over to food for good, daughter.
We decided about a month ago that we'll be taking her to a dietitian soon. We want to come up with a meal plan that our little girl can thrive off of, due to the low-calorie nature of many vegan foods. Of course there will be staple foods with healthy fats, avocado, beans, nut butters, but with the amount of calories our daughter burns through in a day I have a feeling we've got a lot on our plate (or will have to keep a ton on hers).
After calling a few dietitians we've finally found one who is not only comfortable with the vegan diet, but incredibly supportive and knowledgeable in it. It absolutely amazes me that people still maintain negative thoughts about a vegan lifestyle when diets higher in red meat and dairy have been proven to be a contributing factor to diabetes, heart disease and different types of cancer. Don't get me wrong, I'm completely willing to admit that there is a responsible way to incorporate meat and dairy into a healthy diet, but why can't others seem to admit that there's a completely healthy way to do it without them?
It always strikes me when I find myself worrying over my daughter's future diet. With meals consisting of a plethora of foods, from veggies most adults don't consume let alone a child, to"nature's proteins" like lentils and beans, I figure why should I be concerned when most children I know have "regular" diets of hot dogs, gold fish crackers and chocolate milk. And trust me, I'm not criticizing, I'm fully aware that most kids go through that phase where they don't want to eat anything but cotton candy, but if they seem to get through that phase with perfectly healthy children, how is it people could question our diet when we're going out of our way to make sure she's getting enough?
At any rate, I find all of this going by far too fast. With Pearyn passing new milestones everyday, I'm still waiting for it to slow down.
How is it possible that my little girl is going to be eating big girl food so soon?