Poor Man's Granola

That's what I call my new late-night snack.

Henry has been "reverse cycling" - when he's away from me during the day, he doesn't eat much, and then he makes up for it by nursing a bunch at night. It's kind of flattering, because it proves that he loves me more than a plastic bottle. Also, when I make the "milk" sign, right before nursing him, he starts flapping his arms and kicking his legs and grinning really wide. And then he dives for my milk and attacks me like a little baby bear. It's the best thing in the world.

That reminds me of a funny... When Sophia was Henry's age, I did the "milk" sign (opening and closing fist) every time I nursed her. I had read that some babies start signing as early as 6 months. Teaching my kids sign language helped us avoid a lot of pre-talking frustration in the young toddler stage, I'm convinced. Well, when she was not quite five months old, I told Davis "look at that cute hand thing she keeps doing!" She had this new adorable little habit of opening and closing her fists, and it took me two weeks to figure out that she was doing the sign that I had been trying to teach her!! DUH Mom!

But that's not what I was talking about. I was talking about how Henry's waking up at night again to eat, and I'm letting him because it means I only have to pump once at work instead of three times. But that means I'm HUNGRY in the middle of the night after feeding my voracious little baby bear.

And that's when I grab this and that and throw it in a bowl and call it Poor Man's Granola: walnut pieces, raisins, plain old-fashioned rolled oats, honey, milk. Yum.