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Attaching

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

So I woke up this morning at 5am. (It involved Jillian Michaels and a yoga mat. I don’t want to talk about it.) Cy woke up at 6, was in his high chair by 6:15, and the power was out in about the same amount of time it took him to smear peanut butter all over himself. What ensued was utter ridiculousness. I went to find our lantern, leaving a two-year old yelling, “Ok?” from the kitchen darkness and me yelling, Mommy is right here, it’s ok!” from the upstairs bathroom closet. My Mom woke up and the only other flashlights we could find were Cy’s animals, that we call “The hippos” even though one is a zebra. A classic case of minority marginalization. Even though there are just as many hippos as there are zebras…so I guess they’re both minorities. Along with the Thomas flashlight. Long story short, every time we looked at something our flashlights either giggled, hummed, or choo chooed…which was actually a pretty amusing way locate each other at 7 am. Cy choo chooed, La La “do do do doed” and well…the zebra makes a sputtering noise. (Don’t worry Em, we’re keeping their batteries fresh.) After running around in the dark for an hour, and sensing that the sun wasn’t actually coming out today, Cy settled into my lap to watch movies on my iPhone. I think we dozed a bit together, and I just smelled him for what felt like 17 glorious years. Then the power came back on, and life resumed. But before naptime he allowed me cuddles again. And as I drove to school this afternoon I could smell his baby scent on me. I think we both needed that.

Happy Easter

Sunday, April 4th, 2010

Good Easter morning, everyone.  I really thought we had made my kid tired enough yesterday that he’d sleep in a bit this morning, but around 6am I started hearing him “read” from his crib.  His reading, by the way, consists of  finding some letters and trailing his finger along them while saying, “E O E O E OOO EEEEEEE.”  And I knew he was awake.  But a couple of surprises and some blueberry pancakes later, we were all ready for our day.  I’m kind of sad that most of his Easter Basket was eaten by 10am, but I think the plan to go with fruit leather and yogurt bites was a good one.  He got a chocolate egg with breakfast because it is such a special day, but the only other candy he’ll probably have is his chocolate bunny later on.  We opted for actual hard boiled eggs, which he won’t eat, but we’ll see what he’ll do about deviled eggs.  Or egg salad.  We’ve got the matzah ready!  I cannot be controlled around chocolate.  One of my favorite “me” stories was from a school day after Easter when I ate my whole chocolate bunny and then jumped into the bath and got so sick I missed school.  (I was about 10, probably.) Too much chocolate + very hot bath still makes me ill.  Good thing to know about  myself.  I’d love if the Easter candy stash was gone Easter day- enjoyed and recognized for a special treat and then GONE.  My hips thank us for this decision.

Plus I already ate 3 bags of those crunchy mini eggs this year.  Yeah.

I hope you have a Happy Easter, everyone.  I’m excited for Conference and hope it will help me feel the real Spirit of this amazing day.  And for now, I leave you with some pictures of Easter time glee.

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I find it HYSTERICAL that when confronted with a new tricycle he walked around it checking it out with his arms tucked behind his back like my Italian Grandpa.  Haha.  It’s too big for him, I was just so excited for him to get it :)

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He was stoked about the totally commercial CARS Easter basket we got him.  Seriously.  Very. Excited.

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His feet don’t touch the pedals yet, but it’s ok.  Daddy is pushing him along.

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Egg hunting after dinner, La La holds his basket for him.

It’s official.  I’ve eaten too much, the baby is in bed, and another year has gone by.  Happy Easter, everyone.

And then we wet ourselves laughing.

Friday, November 13th, 2009

We were all sitting down to dinner tonight when John turned to Camper in his high chair and said, “Hey! Where did you come from?”

Camper took a time out from shoving noodles in his face and said, plain as day:

“MumMum.”

Camper’s Trip to the Doctor

Monday, September 21st, 2009

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first band aid, which he tried to eat half an hour later.

John was able to go to Camper’s 1 year appointment with me today.  I really, really didn’t want to fly solo on this one.  I just like having extra arms to help, someone there to witness the doctor’s glowing praise of my only boy.  As usual, I wasn’t disappointed.  In some ways I feel like this is some kind of midterm for mommyhood.  Am I doing the best I can in developing and loving my child?  Is he healthy, safe, and happy?  Is he progressing?  Yes.  Passed.

I was a little nervous about this visit.  Camper still uses his pacifier…and really…John and I have no issues with it.  None at all.  Some days he’s got it in his mouth on and off all day long, others he takes it only at night.  We let him take the lead.  I expected to get some flack for it.  I gave it to him when he got fussy and told her she could take it out if she needed to.  She said,  “Oh that? He can have that for as long as he wants.”

Have I mentioned that I love her?

He wasn’t able to get all of his shots today because of my medication (live strains and immune suppressants don’t mix), so we have to wait a month to go back and complete the series.  It’ll work out, I think, because if we decide to do the other flu shots we can get them all done at the same time.  He was a real trooper for the whole thing, and when it was time to get his finger pricked he didn’t even flinch.  Our doctor always does the vaccines herself, but a nurse collected his blood.  He sat on his Dad’s lap and watched intently as she wiped his finger, pricked him and squeezed the blood into a tiny vial.  He was enthralled, and completely calm.

She loved his diaper, which I was stupidly proud of.  I was worried that I’d hear a lecture like I found in What To Expect…all about how you can’t get them really clean (uh…yeah you can) and it’s such a hassle and WHY??? Hearing a doctor tell me I’m doing something good for my baby, for the environment and for our checking account is huge validation for me.  I eat it right up.  Almost makes me want to get back onto my new favorite site…and yet…I have to conserve my funds…

We talked about extended rear facing carseats…which part of me totally wants to do and the other part of me sees how much he loves to be part of our car rides when he can see us and interact with us.  Let’s just say riding in the car has been…less fun as he gets older.  I sat in the back a lot.  I get carsick.  He is unhappy and gets really mad.  All of this has changed since we turned him around.  He sits and watches where we go.  He holds out his hands and talks to us.  She didn’t pressure us about it, just let us know what she thinks.  She also said that we should see bottles go completely bye bye very soon, which isn’t a big deal at all.  He takes one or two a night right now, and if I gave him his formula in a cup (he doesn’t really like milk all that much) he would take it just fine.  I know.  He really doesn’t need formula at all anymore.  I probably just need to figure out an easy breakfast for him in the wee wee hours of the morning. I told her that if he’s still waking up and looking for me, it’s because I am right there waiting for him to need me.  Just like with the cry it out thing, he is within normal ranges and will probably progress just as fast as I will with the whole issue.  I don’t really have a good excuse for why I wake up and cuddle my baby whenever he needs it.  I’ve had to let him fuss a few times when it became overwhelming, but his habits aren’t unmaneagable.  I feel like it’s my job to be there when he wakes up, to go to him and love him.  And I follow my own feelings about when it’s time to cut him off in different ways.  When it’s time for the next shift, I’ll know.  It might be a good thing for me to start working in the early morning hours.  Maybe we’ll all get what we need.  Or maybe I’ll miss 4am cuddle time.  Did I mention that when I can’t sleep I lay on the floor next to his bed and listen to him breath?  Yeah.  Attached much?

We talked about the dentist and tooth brushing.  I try to remember to brush his teeth every morning and every night, and was thinking about introducing toothpaste to make it more enjoyable/typical of the real experience.  She said that it’s fine to use the baby kind.  (I have this weird hangup about doing bathroom things in the bathroom with him right now.  When he wakes up, he goes to the bathroom.  We usually brush his teeth in the bathroom.  I’ve started washing his hands at the sink.  Maybe being in the right place for the behaviors will get him used to taking care of these things himself later?)  Also, I wanted to know if he should visit the dentist.  I guess dentists say that they should go within 6 months of having his first tooth, pediatricians say by age three.  And insurance doesn’t usually cover it. I think I’m just going to let this one fly and we’ll see how things progress.  He has lots of pearly white teeth, and as long as I keep up with his fluoride drops and brushing, I don’t think we’ll have a problem.  And I’m not in a hurry to get him into the dentist seat.  Especially before he even has his first haircut.  Poor little baldy.

His height and weight are right on target.  Healthy and growing.  Lucky for our clothing bill he has turned from MONSTER HUGE BABY to simply a bit larger than average baby.  I forget the exact numbers (good mom, right?) but she said that it’s really typical for babies who are born and stay larger than average for awhile to slow down the rapid growth and become more average.  He’ll probably still be taller than his peers, but maybe he’ll grow like his Uncle Jonathan (and maybe his Daddy and most other little boys) and just get taller and taller without putting on too much weight.  Plus, since he’s not walking yet, it’s kind of nice not have to lug a 25 lb. baby around.  Sheesh.  A few lbs. is a big difference for a little kid.  It seems like most babies I know are bigger than they are expected to be right now.  Is it time to change the standards, or are we just all having mutant babies?  Who knows.  With so much variation, I hate to talk in specifics because it’s so easy to compare head size and length and forget that we’re all so different.  It’s one of my biggest pet peeves that I fall into doing, too.  “How much does he weigh?”  If only it were as rude of a question for all ages.

I love the developmental questions.  Is he pointing?  Does he understand directions?  Is he walking?  Part of me thinks that he SHOULD be doing everything on the list, but again.  VARIED.  Some babies do things earlier, some babies do things later.  Last time we went he wasn’t crawling, now he actually has really good coordination and body control, but isn’t walking.  He doesn’t like to stand up on his own when he’s thinking about it.  He’ll hold onto things and walk and is working on walking holding one hand, but not on his own yet.  Sometimes I catch him standing next to his toy box just looking at stuff, and he doesn’t even know what he’s doing.  He’s in no hurry to run around, that’s for sure.

More than those questions I love her observations about his temperament.  His calm curiosity, the direct and unhidden look of annoyance he shot her when she pushed on his belly.  How secure he seems and how his timidity can really just be an expression of the calm, quiet environment he lives in.  (We all read a lot, watch movies, talk and eat.  The most raucous thing that’s happened lately was a 30 minute game of Spoons.  Freaking hysterical.)  We’re doing what we can to expose him to the chaos of other little children, and it’s ok if he’s shy.  The way he clings to me, ventures out, comes back, clings, ventures out…apparently it’s actually a sign that he’s well adjusted.  She is just so validating.

I trust her, and it feels good. I wish she could be my doctor, too.  Sigh.

Fondest, Dearest to Me.

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

I just put my child to bed.  There are toys all over the living room floor, his dinner on the counter and in the sink and on his tray and yes…on the floor.  For a few minutes it’s just me, before everyone gets home from work and before I want to clean up, cook dinner for grown ups, talk, be together.

I took him upstairs early tonight because he wasn’t letting me read my book.  He wanted to be held, so I put the book aside and cuddled him and crawled around with him and got him in his PJ’s.  I sat in the chair and watched him crawl around his room.  12 hours ago I was doing the same thing.

When I rock him before bed these days he fusses a bit, then cuddles in, and because I don’t get many cuddles during the day anymore it’s hard to put him down.  He wraps his baby arms around my neck and breathes me in like I do him.  Then he plants his pacifier mouth on mine, and it’s like he’s kissing me, and his eyes light up and I laugh.  He is very ticklish just before bed.

Tonight he was laying in my arms, putting his fingers in my mouth, nose, ears…when suddenly he sat up and touched my bangs.  He put his little hand on my cheek and turned my head to one side.  I thought he was going to try and eat my earring, but he didn’t.  He ran his hands over my hair on the side of my head, then the back, then he turned my head again to face him.  He looked confused, then smiled and gave me another pacifier kiss.

I got my hair cut today.

Is my baby really that smart?

I wonder if he likes it?

I love him so, so much.

Slumber my darling
Thy mother is near
Guarding they dreams
From all terror and fear
Sunlight has past
And the twilight has gone
Slumber my darling
The night’s coming on

Sweet visions attend they sleep
Fondest dearest to me
While others their revels keep
I will watch over thee
Slumber my darling
The birds are at rest
Wandering dews
By the flowers are caressed
Slumber my darling
I’ll wrap thee up warm
Pray that the angels
Will shield thee from harm

Slumber my darling
Til morn’s blushing ray
Brings to the world
The glad tidings of day
Fill the dark void
With thy dreaming delight
Slumber thy mother
Will guard thee tonight

Thy pillow shall sacred be
From all outward alarm
Thou, thou art the world to me
In thy innocent charms

Slumber my darling
The birds are at rest
Wandering dews
By the flowers are caressed
Slumber my darling
I’ll wrap thee up warm
Pray that the angels
Will shield thee from harm

*I have the version by Yo Yo Ma and Alison Kraus, but I don’t know who wrote it originally.

Not ready.

Friday, August 7th, 2009

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My plans today were pretty simple.  Study.  Hang out with my child.  Sleep a bit when he did so I’d be very rested for the test tomorrow.  My child’s plans were different.  He decided that he doesn’t need naps.

Oh geez.

Seriously, though, he hasn’t been in a bad mood, just energetic and very vocal.  “MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA,” all day long.  I got him some water, “MA MA MA MA MA.”  I fed him, “MA MA MA MA MA MA MA.”  I laid him down for a nap.  “MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA” for an hour an a half.

And don’t even talk to me about the food thing.  I made some very disgusting sweet potato pancakes that he totally rejected.   I mean…if I put all my academic pursuits on hold for this tiny being, maybe he could at LEAST try to eat my culinary ones?  Even when they go awry?  To give the kid some credit, he DOES try everything…before wiping it of his tongue and resuming the “MA MA MA MA MA MA.”  But then I see him eating La La’s slipper or chowing down on the underside of the area rug, and I’m not impressed with him merely putting something in his mouth.  When he swallows it, adds nutrition to his body, that’s when I’m impressed.

We’ve kept pretty busy this week.  Libraries and petting zoos, parks with swings and small, museum aquariums.  Walks and drives with mommy and daddy.  AND he’s been sleeping through the night, or at least something that resembles it for DAYS now.  Why am I complaining?

OH YEAH.  AFTERNOON NAP TIME!  not readdddyyyy to give it uupppppppppp.

Bed Time

Friday, July 31st, 2009

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So Camper just got pretty fussy, about 45 minutes before his naptime.  I tried a few different things, and then ended up just putting him in his crib.  I looked in on him a few times, saw him crawling, standing, jumping, trying to stand on his head…a million different things.  Half an hour later and he’s asleep.

I feel a little guilty about putting him in there for so long before he was sleepy.

But what if he just needed some alone time?

Food Crazy- Also, “I wasn’t going to blog today.”

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

Here is a list of the things Bubbs will eat:

Sliced turkey  Avocado Cheese  Rice Cereal Apples Bananas  Eggs

Pasta   Bread   Cream Cheese    Jelly  Mashed Potato Boiled Potato Anything Green

Green Beans Peas Carrots   Cheese   Broccoli Hummus Yogurt  Frozen Waffles

Chickpeas/beans Blueberries Cheerios  Toast  Sweet Potatoes Pasta   Cheese

Ok, so that’s not a complete list, but I think you get the point.  Tonight I made him a turkey burger (I thought MAYBE since he’ll eat sliced turkey he MIGHT eat the burger form), broccoli, and cornbread.  Yum, cornbread.  He took one bite of his cornbread, literally wiped it off his tongue, and proceeded to throw it around the kitchen.  I was DONE.  I tried to clean up, didn’t succeed, went upstairs and put him in his crib for 15 minutes while I sat in my room and tried to wind down.  He didn’t go to sleep.  Did I mention he only took a 40 minute nap today?  That’s it?

I brought him downstairs determined to make it until 6:30, the earliest I can possibly put him to bed without it turning into a nap.  He was exhausted, I was disappointed, and both of us were ready for bedtime.  But we still had to wait about an hour.

Torture.

I think my mother sensed this and she said, “Why don’t you go lay down? I’ll watch him.”  At first I said, “No, it’s ok, I can’t lay down or I won’t go to sleep tonight.”  About three seconds later I said, “Nevermind that, I will go lay down if that’s ok with you.”  When I woke up one hour later, I found both Pop pop AND La La playing with/cuddling my sleepy baby in the living room.  My mom had fed my child food he would actually eat (cheese, bites of babyfood peas between, and something else I forget), given him a bath, and taken a message for me inviting me to a mommy and baby playgroup starting up in August- the fee- $30 a month.  She had also set 3 rolls of quarters next to the message.

Where do I file paperwork to have someone sainted?  Anyone know?

After I cuddled my baby and put him to bed (not without sniffing his neck and having him get all giggly)(and being able to enjoy it because I wasn’t having a meltdown) we had a chat.  And the consensus: I am literally driving myself crazy with this food stuff.

You see, I am NOT ABLE to reason with my child.  I can’t give food fun names to entice him to eat them.  The thing is, he tries just about everything.  Except eggs.  He’s never willingly tried eggs.  Or fish.  That means if he ain’t eatin’ it, there’s nothing I can do.

I guess I just need to simplify, find foods that he loves that I feel good about giving him, and not feel bad that he eats the SAME THING EVERY DAY.  I mean, he did for 6 months…my Mom pointed out that I lived on the same foods for years.  So why the sudden need for variety?  Maybe I can work something new in here and there, he seems to like our food.  But I prepare him food, or count on him eating what we eat for dinner, and I experience failure.

So as I figure this out, I’ll let you know how it goes.

But as for me, I’m going to talk to my husband and then go to sleep.  Start a new week.  Hopefully one in which I get out a little more, compulsively eat chocolate less, and get to see my husband again.

Night all.

Perspective

Saturday, July 25th, 2009

Lately I’ve been feeling a little trapped.  I think I’m realizing just how many of my decisions are tied to the little boy sleeping in the next room.  I love him, I would sacrifice almost anything for him, and have.  I know that I will be able to do lots of things that I want to do in life, but the sense that “I can do anything I want in life!” has gone from me, and been replaced by, “I need to take care of this wonderful, beautiful child.”  A blessing and a limitation.

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Today as I was walking through the store with mom I took Camper out of the cart and held him on my hip. He was fussing, he’s not sleeping well, and he’s biting everything he can get his teeth on.  As I rounded the corner I saw an old man, thin and bent, suddenly straighten.  He gazed with tired eyes at my beautiful son sitting on my hip, chewing his fist.  This man’s whole face filled with light as he looked at me and said, “You are so lucky.”  He said it quietly, first to me, and then to my him.  “Your momma is so lucky.”  I looked down and was pleased to see Camper shake his little body with happiness and then smile, sticking his tongue out at the man.  I wanted the man to reach out and take him, hold him and get his fill of babyness.  I wondered if he never had children, if he’d had 8, if he saw his grandchildren a lot.  If he had any.  The man waved, Camper waved back, and then he walked away.  It struck me that he didn’t say, “Your baby is so cute!” or “What a beautiful child,” he said “lucky.”  And it didn’t feel like he meant fortunate, he meant blessed.  So incredibly, outrageously, undeniably blessed.

That’s when I realized, I’m not missing a thing.  Not one thing.

I am so lucky.

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The worth of a routine.

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

So babies need routine.  We know this, doctors and parenting books and relatives of all kinds will tell you the same.  This elusive “routine” is important enough that before our baby has even spent his first night at home, in those first critical hours/days/months where really- all you’re worried about it survival- people will ask, “Do you have him on a schedule yet?”  And of course your slightly crazy, sleep-deprived, TMI answer goes something like: “Really?  I’m still living every moment in antipication of the first poop post-birth, and you’re asking me if I figured out a schedule for my child, who is still eating on demand…which pretty much means when I DO finally go to the bathroom it’ll probably be with him attached to my boob? No, I think it’s safe to say that I do NOT have him on a schedule.  No routines around here.  Unless you’re talking about the interval with which I pop my pills.”  And then, if that person if very very smart, he or she will just walk away, quietly.

The thing is, as they get older, this “routine” thing doesn’t necessarily get easier.  When Camper was about 3 months old we started a sleep routine, which I changed about four times before he finally settled in.  At that point we went and moved him across the country and promptly started all over again.  I think it was around 5 months before we really figured anything out again, and more recently we found the 7:30 bedtime, which has worked pretty well for us.  But even with the BEST routine, as your baby gets older all kinds of things change.  Sure, they are older and more able to recognize what’s going on, but that means that they’re OLDER AND MORE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE WHAT’S GOING ON.  I can’t count the number of times I’ve walked upstairs, and before I even get to Camper’s room he starts to fuss, then he goes all Spastic Jell-O Baby (you know, flinging himself about, hard to hold) when I sit in his chair and sing  him his naptime song.  He can smell the routine coming from down the hall, and he’s not going to play along.  Luckily, he is usually exhausted and he can’t resist my wiles…and after a song I am usually able to set him in his crib and see him smile as he snuggles his blanket and closes his eyes…but the emergence of the Spastic Jell-O Baby has made me really question whether giving our kids these “cues” helps, or if we should keep them guessing.  You know.  Like military training.  I’m sure the Spartan mothers would just walk by their infants all nonchalant, turn, grab them up and stuff them in their cribs, and before they could even decide to fight the Tired they had fallen asleep.

Ok really.  Maybe not.  But if it’s just going to “warn” our kid of impending naps, etc. what is the worth of a routine, anyway?  I think that honestly, the routine is less to make things easy for us, and more to create a calm, loving environment for our kids.  Their bodies are constantly changing.  They are growing more teeth, getting taller and heavier, their brains are beginning to tell them to crawl and climb and jump and run.  And a couple times a day we ask them to turn all of that off and go to sleep.  Maybe, just maybe, we do the same thing every time we lay our baby down for a nap not because it really helps them fall asleep more quickly or is parenting magic that keeps them from fussing or being difficult, but rather because it provides something that stays the same.  Even on bad days when they are completely melting down, they’d rather it stay the same than be different.  They know that even if they lose it this naptime, next time we’ll do the same thing, we’ll keep coming back for them.  Maybe it lets them know that we, as their parents, aren’t going anywhere.  By extension, when we leave them with other people, maybe the continuance of their routine signals them that everything is ok- Mommy and Daddy must trust these people.

I was thinking about all of this last night as I tried to put my baby to sleep.  Most nights he goes right down, but lately he’s been experiencing some issues.  After the Fight for Sleep that actually lasted from about 3pm til 7:15pm, he slept all night long.  Until 5am.  Why on this night when the routine went all kafluey did he sleep all night for the first night in weeks?  Well, it’s not because the routine (which I only do once, regardless of how many times he gets up/fights it) finally worked, the routine had been doing it’s job all along.  Letting my baby know that I care, that I’m constant and I’ll be there for him.  It’s not the routine’s job to get him to sleep all night long, that’s just a biology thing.  No, the routine is worth something because it stays the same, even when everything else is different.