For Ethan, the first days of the new year will bring his first taste of solids. I decided I'd be making his own baby food and after determining a feeding schedule with our awesome pediatrician, it was decided that greenbeans would be Ethan's first official food. Cue in the anxiety, nervousness, excitement and the host of other feelings that come with your little one beginning solids -- or, you know, the realization that your baby is actually big enough to begin solids.
It didn't seem like a big deal -- the greenbeans, I mean -- until I realized the hard way that organic and locally grown greenbeans were hard to find. "Hard to find" being an understatement, of course, as (*deep breath*) two farmer's markets, two organic markets, two Whole Foods, three Fresh Markets, four Publix's and a gourmet market had exhausted their supply of organic greenbeans. Well, then.
After nearly falling to my knees in an exhausted stupor after attempting to hunt down the commodity that is organic greenbeans, one of our mommy friends located some and tipped me off. I could swear I heard angels singing -- minus the fact that the market that carried my precious greenbeans was about thirty-five minutes away. Ethan screamed the entire way to the market in protest of his carseat, the car and the fact I can't drive and sit in the backseat with him at the same time; all things which he despises equally (and lets it be known). My nerves were pretty fried by the time we reached the market so it only made sense that the first face we saw was an elderly woman lecturing me on how my baby's feet were freezing and "hadn't I ever heard of a pair of socks?" Stuttering over a defense, I noticed Ethan had pulled one of his socks off somewhere between the car and the market's entrance and was sporting only one sock.
And then I saw them.
The pile of USDA organic greenbeans, locally grown right up the road. They were almost like a mirage. How beautiful, green and fresh they were! This time I was sure that I heard angels singing as I tossed the greenbeans into our basket and wheeled my sockless child towards the register (but not without another sigh of disgust from the same woman who was now sampling all of the grapes before she selected a bag).
It was an insane day made only crazier by the fact that an hour later, I was in a car with my parents, sister and Ethan, barreling up the highway to our lake house. With my husband working on New Years Eve, the idea of sitting home alone wasn't sitting well in my stomach and I couldn't shake the very sweet idea of Ethan having a relaxing time up on the lake with his grandparents, aunt and cousins who live just up the road (and maybe I'd get to relax, too. Hunting for greenbeans is exhausting!).
And so this morning, Ethan and I woke up to the sound of birds singing in the tall trees outside of our bedroom window and a subtle fog hugging the water of the lake. I realized early on I'd forgotten to pack my toothbrush and underwear, but I did bring Ethan a pair of socks. That'll make some very ornery old woman happy!