Yesterday, Elliot first ate cheerios. I feel this is a real landmark, because how do you get through the toddler years without cheerios? Elliot ate a lot of them, and then ate too many at once and sort of choked, and then puked them all up on my friend Shayna's rug. So our first cheerios encounter wasn't I guess a complete success, but I think we're on the upward trail here.
(In passing, I had never realized until Shayna pointed it out to me why it is cheerios that are the first chewable food of so many babies: cheerios have holes. So babies can't choke on them! Even if they get stuck in a baby's throat, the baby can still breath. It is pure genius; I'd never realized.)
Anyway, the other first of the day is more romantic: it's Elliot's first Blue Moon. Since a luminous and large full moon shined on us the whole way to the hospital the night Elliot was born, we always think of the full moon as Elliot's moon--this will be his tenth. And my friend Kate just called to leave a message to say that she was thinking of us because it was a blue moon--I hadn't realized--and she wanted to wish him a happy first. So nice!
Happy first blue moon, Elliot. We're glad you are here, cheerio-puke and all.