Tuesday, June 29, 2010

On the Road Again...

I think we're all off by a day this week, but oh well. So technically this post counts for Wednesday since I'll be in the car ALL day. Sara and I are heading out with my cousin, Melissa, and her beautiful triplet girls. It should be an interesting 12 hour car drive. I have spent hours preparing for this event by packing, shopping for snacks, and browsing the aisles at the dollar store for toys to keep Sara occupied for this long journey. She is not much in to watching movies, but I'm hoping if it's right in front of her, she will be at least slightly interested. Here are a list of things I gathered for this trip (thanks to my sister for her suggestions):

Books
Mini-Flash Light
Stickers, lots and lots of stickers
Little notebook
Twistable crayons
Band-Aids
Doll
Toy Jewelry
Squishy Ball
Sound making toys
Toy Laptop - purchased at Once Upon a Child for $5

I'm sure we'll be singing lots of songs and doing our little car dance, but I'm always open for other suggestions.

What are some tricks you have used to keep your little ones busy in the car on a long trip?

Monday, June 28, 2010

Disrupting the Disruptor

I have the most amazing book. It is hysterical, and it has provided some of the funniest parenting moments. Everytime I think about it, it makes me giggle. It is called "Disrupting the Disruptor." Its purpose as a creation was to help school find a general way to disrupt the disruptors in the classroom, without having to yell, scream, and argue with students. I have found it incredible useful as a mother.

These are a few examples of how you can use the system:

Child #1: Child disrupts by unruly behavior (for instance the kids are arguing, engaging you in a power struggle/ tattle-telling)

Child #2: Child disrupts by not participating (won't help in family activity/doesn't want to be at home)

Scenario: child has started an argument with sibling

Mom says: "Child's name" can you go find the green hammer?
Child #1: the what?
Mom: Right. You got it! Go ahead and hop, skip, and jump to get it. We'll need it for dinner.
Child #1: Mom, it's breakfast time and what's a green hammer?
Mom: Oh, and the orange gibble.
Child #1: You're crazy.
Mom: What was in that ramen pack I ate for breakfast?

Scenario: My brother did not want to spend time at home as a teenager.

My Mom to my brother who didn't spend a lot of time at home: Hey soldier!!!
Brother: Oh great here we go again.
Mom: Hey Soldier, can you go ask Celinda for the left handed wrench?
child #2: huh?
Mom: Tell her we really need it.
child #2: Mom, you are crazy.

But, at least he was conversing with the family without a real struggle.

I have been spending the last few days with my wonderful in-laws, and there have been 11 kids here often. As you can imagine, there is a lot of tattle-telling, so all the parents here have jumped on board with the "disrupt the disruptor" theory.

My Darling Niece came in to tell us that one of the cousins hit her with the bunny. The conversation went like this:
Sister in law said, "the bunny hit you?"
Niece: "no, her son did (she pointed to me)"
Sister in Law: oh Mimi (who is mimi you ask? we still aren't sure)
Niece: no not mimi. her son (pointing to me)
Me: mimi hit her son? Oh man.
Niece: I am not playing games and she walked out.

Problem solved.

Again a darling niece comes to me to tell me something that has offended her. It went like this:

Niece: your son,
Me: (I put my hand straight up in the air)
Niece: I'm not giving you high five.
Me: was it the wheaties?
Niece: I'm not playing games with you.

She walked away. The next time she walked in the room, I put my hand straight in the air. She walked out.

I have used this on my two year old also. When he starts to throw a fit, and if we are at home, I lay by him and throw one too. He realizes that he is disrupting, and everytime --he starts to laugh. If my kids start getting whiny with, "i want juuuuiiiiccceee!" demands, I try and say exactly what they are saying at the same time. It throws them off, and then we are all laughing.

Good luck! I will post an actual example from the book whenI get home. Just remember, they think you're crazy, and that's good.

You can call Dr. Bennington and order his book. Click HERE

Tuesdays in Tucson
In Iowa,

Brandi

An Elephant Never Forgets...

But moms do sometimes. I realized in the shower this morning that I forgot to do my post yesterday. We had family come into town, and the day just flew by. I hate it when I forget a responsibility or something important. A few weeks ago, I completely forgot one of my tutoring appointments. I wasn't at home to meet my student. Oops! We had an important doctor's appointment for my daughter, and I forgot the referral on the bulletin board at home. Lucky for me, my pediatrician's office was able to fax one over right before the appointment.

How do you keep yourself organized so that you don't forget important things?

First, even the most organized person is going to forget something important occasionally. For me, I forget stuff when there is a change in my routine. I have to get myself and my three kids ready in time so that I have a couple of minutes to review and make sure I didn't forget anything. When I'm rushing and running behind, then I forget important things like referrals and tutor appointments.

Here are a few ideas of how to avoid those "Ahhh, I forgot..." moments.

1. When I have to get us all up and going early, I try to pack the night before. I make sure my diaper bag is fully stocked of the essentials, I put drinks and snacks in the car, I set out clothes for the kids, and I review my checklist before I go to bed so that I don't forget something important in the morning rush.

2. I keep an emergency diaper bag in the car. It has diapers, wipes, changes of clothes, snacks, baby food, first aid kit, water bottles, toys, etc. There have been many occasions that I have been so grateful for my emergency diaper bag. The trick is not forgetting to restock that bag after you have used it in an emergency. :)

3. I have a calendar on my bulletin board where I write down everything important. If I don't write it down, I will forget. Some moms use a small daily planner/calendar that they keep tucked in their purse or diaper bag. There are also calendars and planning tools online. I have used the google calendar in the past. For me, the best way to stay organized is the calendar on the bulletin board. I walk past it a 100 times a day. Find a tool that you know you will use and see often so that you can stay on time, and not forget.

Please share some of the tricks and tools you use to help you not forget!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Swimming with Sharks, or Babies

Okay, so here it is about 3 weeks after this blog started and it's going really well.  I appreciate all of the comments we've received, both good and bad.  Don't forget to e-mail me question/topic suggestions for posts in order to keep it interesting and exciting.  Thanks again for all your participation.

Today (Saturday) we took Sara swimming and I was reminded of what it was like to take her swimming when she was just a teeny tiny thing. She has always been very comfortable with the water and loved her baths from day 1.  We took her to Hawaii when she was just 7 months old and spent most of the time playing in the water.  I bought her one of those little flotation devices that is oval shaped.  It had a little seat in the middle and a sunshade over the top.  I think it was about $20 at Target and totally worth it.  We went swimming at least 4 times a week last  summer and she loved cruising around in it. 

When this summer came, she was not interested in it - at all.  Our neighborhood has a pool and a kiddie pool, which is perfect.  She loves to walk around in the water and climb up and down the steps.  I have tried putting her in a round tube, but she slips right out.  Yesterday, I tried arm floaties and those seemed to work really well actually, but after a while she wanted them taken off.  I feel lucky that she is so comfortable in the water and we hope to get her in swim lessons next summer.

Water safety is always a hot topic in Arizona in the summer time.  There are drownings reported weekly.  In a few weeks, Sara will start her drowning prevention class.  This is a class where they teach babies who fall in the water to recover by floating.  There are several places around town that offer the classes.  A friend of mine teaching 1 on 1 lessons and I am hoping Sara really benefits from them.  You can never be too careful when it comes to being safe at the pool.

Just a reminder... never leave your baby in the bathtub alone and never turn your back on them at the pool.  All it takes is a second.  Happy Swimming and Happy Summer!!

Friday, June 25, 2010

"It's My Party...

and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to. You would cry too if it happened to you."

Sometimes when I think of the word 'newborn' I hear crying. There may not be a single baby in sight, but I swear I hear it. Maybe it's because my newborn had a particularly impressive cry, but nevertheless, babies do cry.

A friend of mine with a newborn recently confessed that she went to feed her baby in the middle of the night and turned the monitor down, as to not disturb her peacefully sleeping husband, only to forget to turn it back up when she returned to bed. This wonderful new mom woke up the next morning only to realize her baby must have woken up during the night and cried herself back to sleep. She felt terrible, for about 6.2 seconds until she recognized the fact that the baby did not starve and seemed to be in good spirits all things considered.

Oh if she only knew how many times we have 'accidentally' forgotten to turn the monitor back up. Just kidding. I guess my question for this post is:

At what point is it okay to just let a baby cry?

I recall one particularly difficult day(I had many) in the first few months of Sara's life. It seemed, at the time, like she never stopped crying. Even the most perfect mothers would feel flustered and frustrated at their inability to solve whatever the problem may have beeen. At the time, we lived in a 2 bedroom apartment and there was really no where to go (except 1 place) that I couldn't hear her screaming and I had just had enough. I gently put my crying babe safely in her bed, walked in to the bathroom, and took a shower. I didn't necessarily need a shower, but I felt like it was the only place I could clear my head and allow myself a few minutes of peace before returning to my little girl.

I guess I have learned through much stress, lost sleep, frustration, and angst that babies just cry sometimes. It may not be because they are hungry, tired, hot or cold. It may just be because they feel like it and that's okay. I had to tell myself that I wasn't a bad mother because my baby developed colic. It just happens sometimes and as difficult as it is, it does goes away.

Every moms level of tolerance for crying is different and every baby needs or doesn't need different things. And I know I've said this a lot and it doesn't really answer the question, but you have to do what's best for you. And if separating yourself from the situation to gain control is what you need to do, then do it. If cradling your baby in your arms and crying right along with her is what you need, then do it. If putting her in the stroller and taking her for a walk to scream outside is what you need, then do that too. Find out what works for you to help you be in control. Just remember as my doctor reminded me, no babies die from crying. Even with all the love and care in the world, sometimes all they need to do is cry.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Driving home from the movies today, J asked me “Mom, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?” She has always, always, always been uber focused on the long term--always wanting to know how old she will be when…? She has this innate sense of the person she is to become and whimsically plans the details of her life with an extremely refined carefulness. So, as a mom – her mom, I was more prepared than ever and merrily recited the list of occupations and aspirations she has so proudly proclaimed throughout her life (her entire 6 and ¾ years, that is.) A list that I have been accumulating in my head of both realistic and down-right far-fetched life expectancies while throwing in a few aspirations I have for her of my own. After all, why can’t she be the President of the United States or the scientist that finds the cure for cancer?

Having children has opened my eyes to the endless possibilities that lie in each of us. I look at each of my children and think "You could be anything! You can do absolutely anything you want to do!" Their potential is amazing. Constantly astounding.

And not only theirs. Yours. Mine, too. I think as individuals (me, anyways) we sometimes pigeonhole ourselves. "Oh, I don't do that." or "I could never do that." or "Not me." Well, actually, not so! That same childlike potential lies in all of us.

So how do we cultivate the aspirations in our lives, our children’s lives?

The key is believing. Believing that we CAN do it, that they can do it. Believing that we WANT to do it, they ALWAYS want to do it. And of course, working hard to DO it.

And. The working hard part isn’t even the hard part. It’s the "thinking you can do things," the believing in yourself that gets tough. So, believe! You can do it! I know you can! You can do anything!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Food, Glorious Food

When I was in 5th grade, I participated in an optional school choir called "ET Singers". It was called that because we met Early Thursdays before school. Get it? HA! Anyway... we would preform at nursing homes, the mall, the park, wherever the music teacher could bribe someone to let a rowdy bunch of 5th graders sing. I was never a very good singer, still am not. But I do love to sing. The theme of our performance as an "ET Singer" was food. All the songs were about food or something related to it. I got this e-mail from a friend with a newborn and felt inspired to write a post about FOOD.

HOW do you do it? How long do you JUST do rice cereal? (I have heard 2-4 weeks) Do you only do it morning and night? Do you always nurse/bottle feed after rice cereal? When you introduce food (we will say carrots...since that is where we are) :) --- Do you do rice cereal only in the morning and only carrots in the evening...or do you ALWAYS mix rice cereal with carrots? When do you start mixing foods like- carrots in the morning and peas in the evening? When is it that you do the "stage 2" foods like "turkey and gravy" - just after you have tried all the others? And when do you do 3 meals a day - with nursing/bottle as snacks inbetween? WHAT IS THE FOOD SCHEDULE FOR BABIES?!?!


There are about 12 questions in that one paragraph, but I will do my best to cover them all. And please, you other moms out there, give us some input. Every baby is different and reacts differently. We need lots of help for this one!!

Okay... Sara had a little trouble when she was first born with her tummy, so the doctor recommended waiting until she was the full 6 months old before introducing rice cereal. I planned to take his advice until I met an African woman at the WIC office. I had to watch a nutrition video and she was there with her 4 children watching it also. We got to chatting, because that's just what I do, and her 4 month old was sleeping through the night. I was totally jealous and wanted to know her secret. She told me that she was giving him rice cereal before bed. I decided to throw my doctors advice out the window because I was just that desperate for sleep. I went home that night and tried to feed Sara rice cereal in the bottle. I only put a tiny bit in because I wanted to see how she would react to it. After she sucked on the bottle for about 10 minutes, I realized not an ounce of it was gone. Apparently, you are supposed to buy special nipples for rice cereal because it clogs the regular ones. Duh! Someone should have told me that. ;) Anyway... I decided to just snip the top and see how it went. She seemed to be eating it just fine, but instead of sleeping through the night, she was up ALL night crying with a bad tummy ache. I vowed then and there to listen to my doctor more faithfully.

I did wait until Sara was about 5 1/2 months and introduced rice cereal in a bowl. I would feed it to her with a spoon and she really liked it. I mixed it with a little bit of warm water and fed it to her at breakfast time and dinner time. We did that for about a month and then I started mixing it with peas, beans, or applesauce and giving it to her at breakfast, lunch, and dinner times. I was still giving her a bottle before each nap, but added in the 'solids' at meal times. I've also heard to do green foods first, oranges next. So we stuck with the green and applesauce for a while, but I noticed she was getting constipated more, so then I started adding yogurt. I did oatmeal mixed with yogurt for breakfast, bottle for nap, rice cereal and something else for lunch, bottle for nap, rice cereal and something else for dinner, then bottle for bedtime. I think we continued with this routine for a couple of months and it seemed to be going really well for her.

Once she was really good at eating the 3 solid meals a day with the rice cereal and greens, I introduced the oranges, bananas, little pieces of string cheese. You can start with the puff cereals for snacks as soon as they start crawling, which Sara didn't do until 10 months, but I started them at about 8 months because Sara had several teeth. I slowly introduced other foods she could tolerate, small pieces of bread, smashed banana, canned pears, applesauce, yogurt, anything else I felt like she could eat without choking. When Sara dropped her morning nap, she naturally went to only having a bottle at her 1 nap and bedtime. We continued with that until she was about 14 months. We dropped the bottle completely, but now she gets a sippy cup of milk with her lunch and dinner.

I think the key is that every baby is different and every small transition takes time. If your baby is struggling with rice cereal, wait a few weeks and try again. If they don't like a particular kind of food, try again the next day. I heard once that a baby has to see a food 5 times before they are comfortable enough to try it. So keep pushing them to try new things, but make sure they are safe eating it. Watch for reactions to different types of foods. If you have allergies to foods, your children are more prone to it. Sara isn't allergic to anything and never had a reaction to foods, so I felt comfortable closing the gap on introducing new things. We didn't always wait the full 2 weeks before we'd start something else, but you do what works for you. Just be patient with it and they will figure it out.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Summer Time And the Livin' is easy....

But then, someone always invites winter (here in Arizona we don't celebrate fall,) and the party is over. At least this seemed true for me for a long time. I would like to call this post:

Summer Time Mom vs. Winter Time Mom

I feel like a much easier going mom in the summers. In Arizona it gets to be about 115 degrees, which means lots and lots of time at the swimming pool. Lucky for me, both of my sun-bathed beauties love the water, and love to swim. They love to have picnics under the trees, and eat popsicles (Henry likes all of them, and Lincoln likes red and purple.) It is easier to get my children to go to sleep and to actually rest because of the pure exhaustion. The increase of drinking water happens, and the kids enjoy the fruits of summer. Plainly put, for me it seems easier to be a happier mom in the summer.

My first three winters as a mom were in states where we were up to our ears in snow. While this is a slight exaggeration, it felt like the story your grandpas tell; when I was young I walked to school through the snow, up hill both ways. That's what my first few winters of motherhood seemed to bring. i was discouraged from the lack of sunshine. I was stir crazy because I couldn't leave my house. I counted down the minutes until nap time and bedtime, knowing that there would probably be some ups and downs through the night.

So, here's what I did.

1) I invested in play-doh.
This is one thing I love to play with my kids. I love to sit and create at the table. And, I don't care if they mix all the colors and get it on the floor.

2) I invested in paint
My boys love to paint. Off go the shirts, and they are free to paint on paper or their tummies. Bath time was way more fun when you had paint to wash off.
I also invested in paint to paint my house. MY husband was gone 15 hours a day and I needed a hobby.

3) I found a children's museum and became a member, so we could go spend a few hours there once in a while and have a break.

4) I taught Lincoln the ABC's.

5) I made aprons and started letting the boys help me cook! They enjoyed pouring the flour and sugar in, and once again, if it gets on the floor- that's what brooms are for!

6) We got library cards- they are free and we enjoy checking out books, building forts, eating popcorn and watching a movie!

What does all this mean?

For some, being a happy mom is not dependent on the time of the year, (or the time of the month.) For me, the winters were a struggle, so I had to prepare myself ahead of time for how to deal with the lack of sunshine, and lack of outside fun.

Think about your life. Break it down. Is there a time of year that's harder? Is there a time a month? Is there a time each day (for me it's early morning until about 9:30). Find some things you can do, or things you can teach your children to do independently so that things still run smoothly.

Tuesdays in Tucson
About to go Swimming,

Brandi

Pollyanna

Have you guys ever seen the movie Pollyanna? It's one of my all-time favorites. I love it when Pollyanna says that if her family was rich, they would eat "steak and ice cream for every meal." Last night, C grilled up some nice top sirloin steaks. We had some pasta and corn on the cob. It was delicious! Sara absolutely loves corn on the cob. She isn't really much of a meat eater though. I've tried giving her different types of meat here and there, but she's never really interested in it. I gave her a few bites of my steak last night and she said, "Mmmm! Mummy mummy mummy!" Which translates to Yummy in my Tummy. Finally, a meat the girl will eat. Of course, she has expensive taste. Top Sirloin is not cheap unless you price match it at Wal-Mart because it's on sale for $1.99 this week. I just bought 3 pounds this morning for $6. Not too shabby! Anyway, so it reminded me of the move Pollyanna, especially because she followed up her steak dinner with an ice cream cone.

Speaking of Pollyanna, I've been trying to get Sara to sit still and watch a TV show or even baby Einstein's since she was born. At this point, she still has no interest in it. She'll watch the very beginning and very end of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She loves to do the hot dog dance! I would really appreciate her sitting and watching a 30 minute show, so I can finish mopping the kitchen or take a shower without worrying about the bathroom falling apart. But I certainly don't want to overdue it. I've heard recently about the association between ADD and kids watching a lot of television. What do you moms think?

When is a good time to allow your kids to watch TV? How much is too much at this age? Is there a way to 'train' them to watch it?

Personally, I LOVE watching TV. It's totally mindless and a good way for me to relax. I could definitely do more to limit the amount of TV that I watch, but I do not watch TV while Sara is awake (most of the time). There is nothing productive about what I watch unless it's something on HGTV. Have you guys been watching the new Design Star? Love it!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

2:09:50

2 days, 9 hours, and 50 seconds...the length of my first labor. Just kidding! Actually, it's 2 hours, 9 minutes, and 50 seconds...my time for my first half marathon that I ran last weekend.

Last December, I set a goal for myself to run a full marathon this fall. My youngest will turn 1 a few weeks before I race. I thought running would be a great way to get back into shape after my 3rd baby. It has actually turned out to be much more. Running has become my "me time".

My husband cut out a comic for me on Mother's Day that had a child asking a father how to spell mothers. His reply was something to the effect of "others with an M". This is so true. Mothers often put the needs of the "others" in their lives first. I believe this characteristic is what makes us unique and special as mothers.

As a mother, I have learned that I am at my best when I don't forget to do something special for myself. Depending on the changing needs of the "others" in my life, I find time to do something for me sometimes daily, once a week, or even only once a month. I have to be flexible but never forgetful. Mothers, we do a lot for others; please never forget to do something for yourself.

What do you do for yourself that helps you be a better mother?

Right now, I run. I look forward to a long, challenging run. I feel good when I'm finished, and I am a better mommy. I have more patience, and I feel more prepared for the challenging times. About a month ago, my oldest stepped on my right foot and injured one of my toes. It turned purple and got really swollen. I didn't run for 10 days while it healed, and I noticed a huge difference in my mood and my interactions with my children. I was not at my best when I wasn't able to take time for me doing what I'm interested in right now - running.

I have to be creative to find time to run. I have a treadmill in my garage that has been my lifesaver. I run early in the morning, late at night, and anytime in between. Some days I put on a cute hat to cover up my bed head hair until I can squeeze in my run during nap time. I look forward to the weekends when my husband is around and I can run outside.

I hope you all have something special that you do just for you. It's important to set personal goals and watch yourself improve. Remember that life situations and interests change all of the time. Find something for yourself that makes you feel good. Maybe right now, you are interested in mastering a new recipe, creating a new scrapbook layout, designing unique hair bows, posting on a blog, making a new friend, reading an interesting book, or simply taking a nap while baby is sleeping. The important thing is that we are all doing something that is just for mother.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Potty Talk

I'm back from Girls Camp! After 4 days of hiking, sharing a cabin with 9 teenage girls, taking only 1 shower, and having only 2 Dr. Peppers, I survived! I missed my Sara terribly, but she did great! At this point, I can barely keep my eyes open, but didn't want to neglect all of you. So please, don't hold me too terribly responsible if this post is a little scatter brained. There is a subject that Annika touched on, but I want to explore it further. I will be finding myself in this situation soon and I want to hear what works/worked for you.

Potty Training: How and When?

I have a friend who tried the 'lock you and your kid in the bathroom for 3 days and she'll come out potty trained method', but it ended up taking twice as long as it's supposed to. I've heard of waiting until they express an interest, which Sara is already doing. But she seems too young to be potty training. She sits on a potty in the bathroom when I'm in there. She also likes to hand me the toilet paper and flush for me. If I ask her if she needs to go potty, she always says yes. I take her in, take off her diaper, sit her on the toilet and she just sits there. If I don't ask her, she only tells me before she's going #2, but won't sit on the potty for that one. I know it's on her mind and it's been on mine too. I'm just not sure where or when to begin. Suggestions... PLEASE!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Professional Obligations

Last week was Huntsville, Alabama. Next week is Ft. Leonard-Wood, Missiouri. In all, it's a 10-day trip to attend meetings in those two locations. Ten days away from my wife, who's saddled with caring for our three daughters (5, 2, 9 mos.). Ten days away from my girls, whom I usually tuck into bed with tooth-brushing, songs, stories, hugs, kisses and prayers.

Which parent gets the short end here?

The easy answer is mom, who has added responsibility while I'm away. But it's a little more complicated than that. If you are a dad who occasionally (or frequently) travels for work, you know what I mean. Missing your family is not fun.

When we had our first kid, I was still in graduate school, and time away from family was minimal. But now that I have a career, I travel about 15% of the year, which isn't much compared to some, but when I'm gone it is usually for at least a week.

When you are away from the wife and kids for more than a day or two, feelings of longing intensify. And those are often accompanied by a tinge of guilt for not being around to help out.

Honestly, I enjoy travel because I like seeing new places, trying out new restaurants and experiencing new cultures, even if they are all on native soil. To some degree, this magnifies the little bit of guilt I feel because my wife and girls aren't there to experience it with me. And while I'm enjoying crab cakes in Baltimore, barbecue in Huntsville and catfish in Lebanon (MO), mom's at home with mac'n cheese. Not fair.

Luckily, there are some things you can do while traveling to relieve the longing and assuage the guilt.

#1 That cell phone in your pocket? Use it...a lot.
Call home at least once a day, but multiple calls are better because they allow you to engage with your wife and kids throughout the course of the day. Call first thing to say good morning. Call in the afternoon, when you know they're out shopping or playing at the park. And call in the evening to say good night. If you want to score more points, call again after the kids have gone to bed to just talk to your wife. Ask her about her day, tell her about yours, tell her how much you miss her, etc. Phoning, moreso than texting, may be the best way to stay involved back home while you are away.

Advanced tip: If you carry a laptop with a webcam, arrange to visit with your family via internet at least once during your trip. Trust me, seeing your children's faces light up when they behold you through the power of the WWW is a cool experience.

#2 Send postcards
This is great for longer trips (4 days +) or those that involve visits to multiple cities. Your kids will love getting something in the mail, and you'll feel good writing to them and telling them about what you're seeing.

#3 Bring home gifts
I'm not telling you to spend a lot of money or load a suitcase full of free trade show crap. In fact, don't do that. I'm telling you to be thoughtful. This provides double impact: your kids and wife look forward to a treat when you get back, and you feel more connected to them as you think about what sorts of things to bring home. Pick up some regional foods (sauces, seasonings, chocolates) for your wife, maybe t-shirts or candy for your kids. Another idea is to bring something home that you can do together as a family. For example, in D.C. last fall I picked up an inexpensive kite at the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum. When I got home, we had a great time flying it as a family. If nothing else, a thank-you card or other small token of appreciation for your wife will go a long way.

#4 It could be worse
You think you miss your family and feel guilty about leaving them behind for a week or two? Trust me, it could be worse. An acquaintance of mine that I occasionally run into at trade shows is a Major in the U.S. Army. He missed his son's birth, saw him for two weeks soon after, then was deployed for the first year of his son's life. Yeah, folks. It could be worse.

Of course, this list isn't exhaustive, and I'm sure many of you moms (or dads) have some good tips. Share them. And tell me if you agree or disagree with my suggestions. Remember, we're all in this together.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Right Regrets

I am always blown away when people say they have no regrets.
Really?
No regrets?
None at all?
That's pretty amazing because since I became a mother I easily have millions of regrets, billions, trillion and quadzillions of regrets. Regrets coming out my ears, my toes, AND my nose. Things I didn't do because I was too chicken. Or too impatient. Or too "cool." The way I treated people when I was younger and stupid(er). The way I sometimes treat people when I am in a hurry. Or frustrated. Or rushed. Taking people and things for granted. Mean and inconsiderate things I have said and done that I can't take back. Not having patience. Forgetting my children are simply children. Forgetting I am their mother, their only mother. Forgetting what really matters. I'm sure you get the picture, SO...
How does anyone really have NO regrets?
Seeking an answer to that question, I was intrigued by a quote by Arthur Miller. His solution:
~
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up
with the right regrets."
~
The right regrets? What does that mean? Things that you wish hadn't happened or maybe would have done differently in retrospect, but that spur you on to be better in some way? Is that it? I think so. That is what life - especially motherhood - is about. Making mistakes. All of us do. The important part is learning from them. So if those are the right regrets - the ones we can learn from and move on, what about the rest of the regrets? Well, those are simply the ones we just have to let go.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Separation Anxiety to the MAX

So let's pretend it's Wednesday, because that's what day this post is actually for. It's almost 9:30 on Tuesday night and I've stayed up as late as possible. I am leaving for Girls Camp in the morning, which is why I am writing this early.

Going to Girls Camp is one of my all time favorite things to do. It has been, count them, 12 years since I have been to Girls Camp. Camping in Oklahoma is always an interesting experience. I don't know why it seems that every year during Girls Camp, a tornado occurs. To take shelter from a tornado at Girls Camp, you either ran your little fanny to the lodge where we ate or climbed underneath your tent. Our tents were big wooden platforms with giant tarps hanging over them and an infestation of daddy long legs. What is girls camp without a few flash flood warnings and your sleeping bag covered in daddy long legs? Apparently, the Girls Camp I am going to sounds more like the camp Sharon and Susan attended in the "Parent Trap". Log cabins, toilets, showers, ice cream. Regardless of what kind of camping it is, I am excited.

A few weeks ago I had a minor melt down. I decided to participate in a local fund raiser by purchasing a 90 day pass to the local gym for $20 as opposed to the $40 a month they wanted to charge me. I opted to do this instead of investing in the full contract because I wanted to see if I would actually use the gym pass. Past experience shows that just because I hold a gym membership doesn't necessarily mean I go to the gym.

I had actually been going every day for about 2 weeks and I loved it! Sara would scream and cry every time I dropped her off at the Kidzone, but I knew she would get used to it... eventually. This one particular day, Sara and I arrived at the gym. I had to speak with one of the employees to sign Sara up for a membership to the Kidzone because all of my free passes were gone. I don't know what was going on in that boy's head, but it was anything but clear. He tried to explain the different memberships I could get, but I didn't understand what he was talking about. Without going in to too much detail, I asked 2 separate times if I could speak to someone else who did know about the Kidzone and could actually answer my questions. Needless to say, I left extremely frustrated. He said I could take Sara to the Kidzone for free that day and speak to the manager after my work-out.

I go to take Sara in to the Kidzone and she starts screaming hysterically. I'm not talking like, "Momma don't leave me" screams. I mean the, "I'm dying, please save me" kind of scream. Her arms were stretched out, tears streaming down her face and I walked away knowing that it was good for her. Good for her? Really? I walked out towards the gym and saw my friend, Marie. Thank goodness she was there because I burst in to tears and said, "I'm a bad mom." She hugged me and explained that she would be okay and that I'm not a bad mom. I pulled myself together and took out my frustration in an amazing combat class.

The rest of the day didn't get much better. I had to remind myself that it is okay for me to do things like going to the gym every once in a while and that Sara will get used to it, but I kept feeling selfish for leaving her like that to do something I wanted to do. Not even something I needed to do. Or is it? So this is my question for all you experienced mothers out there who have been through this before...

Is it okay to do things you WANT to do? Will the separation anxiety end? What can I do to remind myself that it's good for both of us?

So as I am leaving tomorrow for Girls Camp, I know it will be just as difficult for me as it is for her. She needs me and I need her. But thanks to some really great friends, I know she will be in good hands. I just hope it's easier to leave next time when I go on that cruise around the world I've been planning! :)

Monday, June 14, 2010

Tuesdays in Tucson: Mother's Guilt and Unreachable Expectations.

My husband has two wives. My children have two mothers. My children love me and my husband is in love with me but nonetheless, there are two wives and two moms in our home.
Let me introduce you to the women in the family.
First, I exist.
Second, she exists.
In the time it takes me to get breakfast ready, she has the dishes washed and all of David's shirts for the next two weeks ironed. Oh, and the laundry is started. By snack time, I may or may not have showered, while she has both of our bathrooms cleaned and the kids are reading the library books that she took them to get. At lunch, I offer hot dogs with apples. She has cut the apples, cut the turkey sandwiches with avocado, and started cutting the vegetables for dinner. But, ha ha! she is talking on the phone -- grrrrr! -- to arrange when she can drop off the frozen meals she has prepared for two sick friends which explains while there are extra kids at our house--so their moms can get a rest.

Afternoon comes and I am desperate to take a nap. She is desperate to fold the warm clean clothes, take the boys to the soup kitchen, and teach six piano lessons, meanwhile keeping the toddlers entertained; all of this in her high heel shoes, and her clothes which have remained clean all day. Pool time comes. What fun. I can't wait to watch the boys swim from one side of the pool back to me. She can't wait to run a community swim lesson, wherein all the neighborhood kids leave after an hour, now knowing how to float on their backs; Yes, even the 6 month olds. And, no tantrums are thrown because of her ultimate adhering to love and logic.

Then comes second snack. I may have forgotten, but the kids gently remind me with repeated phrases such as "I am STARVING Mom. I NEVER get any snacks. Mom, I'm HUNGRY!" She called the babysitter three weeks ago and arranged a ride for said babysitter, so that she could prepare the snacks, and the children did not have to exit the pool. Dinner time comes, I am covered in child, I still need to defrost the meat, the TV is running to entertain for a half an hour, and I don't have any chicken base or milk. For her, dinner was in a freezer meal yesterday, but since she can't bear that her beautiful family eat a frozen meal, she makes soup, fresh bread, and homemade lemonade within the 4.5 minute time slot that is available before Daddy gets home. But really, let's be honest, she only uses 2 minutes so that she can straighten up the rooms, curl her hair, brush her teeth, apply lipstick, and be smiling in her perfectly pleated dress, waiting radiantly to welcome home her man.

Just one last thing; bedtime. I read with the boys for a few short minutes, as it is past time for sleepy eyes to rest. I pray with the boys, and we all giggle during the prayer because someone stinks. She has spent twenty minutes a day since they were born reading the homemade books that she readily prepared for up to nine future children.....

"A good woman knows that she does not have enough time, energy, or opportunity to take care of all of the people or do all of the worthy things her heart yearns to do. Life is not calm for most women, and each day seems to require the accomplishment of a million things, most of which are important..."

The day after we brought Lincoln home from the hospital, the second woman appeared at our house. I remember crying because I had not read to my three day old baby for 20 minutes that third day. My mom and husband were so kind, but I'm sure they giggled inside at the irrationality of my state.

Since then, I have suffered many days and nights from Mother's Guilt; the feelings that I could have done better, I have not yet done enough, and I was bound to never be what my children needed.

MY mom warned me of the awfulness that is mothers guilt, letting me know that I could rely on her. I wish in the early days of being a first time mom that I had talked to my mom, and other spectacular mothers more. Instead, I relied on her, and she is not a fair standard to live by. The only thing her perfectionism offers is anorexia for the soul. She becomes your harshest critic, and your constant reminder of your little failings. When you measure all of your weakest attributes by the yardstick of her perfection, you always come up short.

Believe me.
(and I can't allow myself to lose stature. I'm only 5'2)

Mother's guilt really hit me hard again when we were getting ready to bring Henry to our family. I wondered if I could love him like I loved Lincoln. I wondered if I had taught Lincoln everything he needed to know before we added a brother.

But,
the thing that keeps me going is knowing that while she exists in my head, I am what exists in the minds of my husband and my children. They don't know about perfectly pleated dresses, and community swim lessons. They don't care about eating hot dogs instead of turkey sandwiches with avocado.

At the end of the day, my little loves want to snuggle me. They want me to create stories. They want me to tickle them, sing to them, and pray with them. They try and finagle ways to get an extra 5 minutes or an extra snack.

My ADVICE:
a) Mother's guilt is common. Talk to someone you trust. But, don't engage in conversation where you will leave feeling worse than you did when you got there.

b) Don't compare strengths or weaknesses with anyone else.

c) Superwoman does exist; she looks like you and acts like you, so you must be super.

d) Pay attention to when you feel it the most often, and remind yourself that "now is not a good time to think about this." For me, it is midnight, when I haven't taken a nap, and my husband has worked until 10p.m. IT is a terrible time to allow her access. Plus, if she really exists, we already know your laundry is already done by the time you wake up!

e) Rely on a Higher Power. For me, that is a loving God who smiles in kindness, and is not a hard task-master.

f) Allow for a margin of error, and accept that you are human; super, but human.

With love from
Tuesdays in Tucson,

Brandi

The Big 3-0

Before I get in to this week's post, I want to tell you a little bit about the other contributors participating in this blog:

First you heard from Brandi. She is such a great mom. Brandi and I met while we were living in Lincoln, Nebraska. Our husbands were attending grad school there. I think there is just a special bond you create with your friends while you are students living far away from 'home'. Lincoln really became home for me because it was a fresh start for C and I in a place where we had no previous ties. We made some of the most incredible friends of our lives and I am so glad Brandi and her family was apart of that time.

Next you heard from Jenn, who I knew growing up as Jennifer. Our families lived in the hills of Oklahoma (yes, there are hills in Oklahoma). After several years, we have both now settled in the Phoenix, Arizona area. It is always great to be reacquainted with old friends. She is now an amazing mother of 3 and has such creative ideas to keep her kiddos busy and happy.

Just yesterday, the contributor was Annika. Bottom line - Annika is my idol. She is my sister-in-law married to my older brother. She has 3 beautiful girls who are so sweet and fun, her food storage is completely finished, and her house is spotless. She makes freezer jam, homemade wheat bread, tutors kids in the neighborhood, and still manages to run every day. Okay, so pretty much she is Super mom.

I am so excited these women are a part of this and I am grateful for everything they have contributed and will continue to contribute. On Wednesday this week, I am going to Girls Camp for 4 days. Please stay tuned... you will hear from Brandi, Jenn, and Annika this week, but you will also be seeing a few additional 'special contributors' while I am away.

The title of today's blog is 'The Big 3-0". I am turning 30 this year. This has been on my mind lately. I've heard the health risks of having babies after 35, but I think I might find myself in that situation at this rate. I have a 20 month old and no urgent plans for another any time soon. I want to hear from you.

How old is too old? Should you rush in to having another baby before you're 'ready' because of age?

Don't get me wrong, I definitely want Sara to have some little buddies to grow up with, but I am enjoying so much the time we spend together, just the 2 of us. I'm really in no hurry, but at the same time... the longer I wait, the older I get. Is it harder for first time moms to decide to have a second then it is for moms with 2 or 3 to feel ready for more?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The toilet's clogged again!

Sometimes I feel like my life is all about poop! I have 3 small children, ages 5, 2, and 9 months. On a good day, I change 4 or 5 stinky diapers and help my oldest with her bowel issues, for which we are seeing a specialist. She has been constipated since birth, so poop - or the lack thereof - has been a topic in our home for quite awhile.

I'm getting carried away; I don't want to make this post all about poop. My point is that right now my life is filled with poop, documenting my 5-year-old's bowel movements, making sure she gets her daily laxatives, feeding her the right kinds of food at the right times, increasing her fiber intake, and changing the other kids' stinky diapers several times a day.


I'll be honest, all of this poop stuff really stinks (ha ha). But I have learned a simple but important lesson: the best way to deal with "stinky" kid situations is to remember that it will eventually end or change for the better. Kids (and moms) keep growing, changing, and learning. Yes, babies do learn how to sleep through the night, and toddlers get older and start eating better. And eventually I won't be cleaning out dirty underpants.


So moms, here's a request. Share a "stinky" situation you were going through or are dealing with right now. How did you get through it, and what did you learn?

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Saturday is a Special Day

I always look forward to Saturdays. Sleeping in... not really, but a day when C is home and we can run errands and hang out with friends. The only real downside to Saturday is that it means Sunday is next. I used to love Sundays and there are things about them that I still enjoy, but Sundays mean going to church . And going to church means every possible obstacle and challenge known to a mother in a 3 hour block period.

Why is going to church so hard?


Seriously, trying to keep a 20 month old within a 4x4 area = impossible. If we sit in the metal chairs at the back, she bangs ever possible toy on the chair and thinks it's more interesting to run up and down the aisles than sit reverently in her seat. I pack every snack we own, ever quiet toy I can find, the crayons, paper, books... you name it, it's probably in my bag. And yet, we can't get through the opening hymn without a fight. Last Sunday I was trying to hold her and she was climbing over the pew to the next row. As I'm pulling her down she starts to flail her body wildly making it nearly impossible for me to hold on without her banging her head on something, so I take her out. Finally, solace. The problem is, in order for her to learn that we don't act that way in church I am supposed to make her sit still on the coach, yeah right!

Please... please tell me how to keep her entertained. This girl is too not interested in sitting still for 2 minutes, let alone 3 hours.

Friday, June 11, 2010

All She Needs

I love this stage. Sara is now almost 20 months old and she is such a great little buddy. We go everywhere together: the library, pool, Quick Trip, the mall, lunch, Target (more times than necessary). I just love being at home with her and all the fun we have together. She is getting much better at riding in the car long distances and points at every gas station saying "ice, ice". Truly, being a stay at home mom is the best job in the world for. But the truth is, I haven't always felt that way.

The first 6 months of Sara's life were the hardest of mine. I was not prepared to handle the demands of a newborn. People tell you that motherhood is hard, but until you've actually done it... hard just can't describe how difficult it truly is, or was for me. So, if you've asked yourself this question:

Am I a good mom
?

You are not alone. Yes you are, and not only is it okay to ask yourself this question, it's normal. When you hold your infant baby for the first time, smell their new baby smell, wrap them tight and kiss their cheek it's hard to imagine loving something more. There is almost a tangible bond between a mother and her baby that time cannot erase. Even the sleepless nights, tireless hours of crying, the challenges of feeding and the complication of hormones cannot take away the incredible joy that this baby brings in to your heart and the closeness that you feel to them. However, the frustration, stress, exhaustion and anxiety does make it difficult to feel that you are good enough. I remember some nights holding Sara while she slept on my chest just wishing she could stay like that forever. But those feelings don't last when your baby develops colic and then ear infection after ear infection. You feel like there is nothing you can do to fix it and no amount of rocking or singing or holding will make it go away.

3 days after I brought Sara home from the hospital I asked Cameron if we could go back to the hospital and talk to a nurse. As we arrived I could barely speak. I felt so overwhelmed at the task of taking care of this little person. I cried, "I am her mom and I'm supposed to know what she needs, but I don't. So why won't she stop crying?" The nurse comfortingly said, "All she needs is you."

Several weeks later I was having a particularly difficult day and just didn't feel like I was cut out to be a mom, after all. It's what I'd always wanted. I remember a family home evening our family had when I was younger. My parents asked us all to write down what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wrote, "I want to be a good mom." And here I was, the mother of this beautiful baby girl and I just couldn't do it. I called my friend and told her I didn't think I could be Sara's mom because I just wasn't doing it right or she wouldn't be crying all the time. My friend told me that I was the perfect mom for Sara and that I was just who she needed. "Babies cry, it's just what they do", she explained.

I still do not feel adequate as a mother and probably never will. It breaks my heart to think that I ever questioned my ability to be Sara's mom because I could not imagine my life without her. I am not a perfect mom, but just like the nurse and my friend reminded me, I am perfect for her and she needs me. So, me loving her and being there for her makes me a good mom. And that is all I could ask for.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Apple Fell and It is Near.

My given name is Jennifer Michelle. Only my mom is allowed to call me Jenny, though she has been known to whip out all four names at once often adding on a few extra sir names to my maiden and married at the end for dramatic effect. My friends call me Jenn – with two n’s because it has spunk, and I like to think I do too. I am a Mark lovin’ momma of three. Brendan is 12, Jillian is “six and three quarters,” and Karigan will be 3 tomorrow. My life revolves around these four people. Eventually, I will have my own life back, and I promise I will know how to live life without them under my wing. In the meantime, I thirst for every single drop of life I can soak up through my children’s eyes – truly my favorite thing about motherhood. As an added bonus, the three pairs of glasses I often wear keep me sane and provide many, many moments of comic relief. The first I will share is about tantrums…

I am not sure if geneticists have isolated a tantrum gene, but I am positive one exists. I should preface this story with the little known fact that during my childhood I, yes me, was a professional fit thrower - a tantrum connoisseur, if you will (some may argue that I still manage to pull one out for old times’ sake at least once or twice a month, however, I stand in dispute of that argument.) I remember clearly the first time Jillian dramatically tossed her stiffened torso and flailing limbs to the floor. Shock and Awe, I tell ya, Shock and Awe! I had no other choice but to throw myself down on the floor beside her and laugh. That is, after I grabbed the phone to call my mom and profess my apologies for being so ridiculous in the midst of my own past hysteria. So, Jillian was the first of the three to inherit the gene. Please keep in mind that this insatiable desire to wail and scream in a state of excited anger in order to receive what one wants had to be genetically predispositioned. The reason: As a mother, I became aware that children imitate what they see and I was determined that none of my children would ever witness another child throw a tantrum, therefore avoiding the inevitable mimic. The result: Jillian, at the tender age of 19 months, had never (to my knowledge) witnessed another child act out emotions in this way, and yet, still busted out a full-fledged tantrum. Jillian typically reserves her overwhelming desire to express her emotions in this unacceptable fashion for home, rarely placing her ridiculousness on public display. HOWEVER…last week while at the market, she concocted an epic tantrum, the first in many moons, while in the checkout line. She was tired, she wanted to go ho-ome, and she was going to make sure everyone knew just how she felt. Everyone. So the question for today is:

How do you respond to public displays of tantrum, whether the performer is your child or not?
Normally, when I witness other mothers enduring such behavior from their offspring, I have one of two reactions. If the mother is attentively trying, at least slightly attempting, to nip the tantrum in the bud, even if that means actively ignoring the tantrum (or child) itself; then I try to smile and reassure her by saying, “we’ve all been there. You’re doing great.” The second reaction is set aside for the mother that decides to have a tantrum of her own in response to the outburst from her child(ren). I have been that mother and I know the best thing for any passerby to do is turtle-neck in the opposite direction and keep on walking. The reaction I received last week while I was stumbling (the way you do when you are rushed) to enter in my debit card pin on the keypad in hopes to quickly exit the store and address my daughter’s misbehavior in private was a first and quite unexpected. An older gentlemen riding by in motorized, plug-this-one-in-at-night labeled scooter decided that it was appropriate to discipline my daughter for me. He quickly chastised her for “being bad” and offered to take her outside and “deal with her” for me. I was nearly speechless, but in mom mode I thoughtlessly responded, “I’m sure you get cranky when you are tired too, and hopefully, no one is offering to take you outside.”

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Oh the things we live for...

Okay, so I was up most of the night last night thinking of ideas to improve the blog. I put a piece of paper and pen next to my bed last night and would scribble down random thoughts. One thing I want to change is my titles. Instead of boring Q1, Q2, Q3 and so on, I will come up ever so witty or creative titles that fit with the subject.

Also, I am putting together a list of 10 things moms can't live without for newborns, infants, and toddlers. If there was something that you just absolutely would not survive without, tell me about it! There are so many millions of baby products and it feels overwhelming to register or shop for things when you've never done this job before. When the lists are completed, I will add them to the side margin for easy viewing.

Another great thing about this blog is the search engine. I posted access on the side for you to be able to type in a subject and find just what you're looking for. If you want to know about sleep, just type it in and you will be directed to all the posts related to it. As the blog grows and keeps going, that will be a more useful tool. Anyway... on to the question of the day:

What cravings did you have and what does it mean?


Okay, so part of being a mom is being pregnant, right? So this question still applies. I bring it up because during my sleepless night I was reminded of something that happened to me during my pregnancy. We lived in Lincoln, Nebraska where my husband was finishing up his last year of grad school when I got pregnant. I have always been an avid soda drinker and that continued on through my pregnancy. I know there is speculation out there about caffeine and whatever, but I asked my doctor (midwife, actually) about it and she said it was fine as long as I wasn't drinking like 2 44oz soda's a day. "No, just 1", I clarified for her.

Dr. Pepper was my drink of choice while I was pregnant and when I wasn't drinking it, I was chewing on crushed ice from the gas station 2 miles up the road. I passed 2 other gas stations on the way to this one, but it had the best ice. Totally worth it! One particularly rough day I asked my husband to stop at this specific gas station and pick me up a Dr. Pepper on his way home from class. And as the loving husband he is, said yes. I was so anxious for this Dr. Pepper to arrive, I could taste it. Finally he got home and there was my delicious, mouth watering Dr. Pepper. As I sipped in the delectable goodness that only an ice cold fountain Dr. Pepper with crushed ice can offer, I noticed something different about it. "Diet? You got me diet?" I asked. My husband insisted he did not, but I knew it didn't taste right. I asked him again, "Are you sure you didn't get diet by mistake?" He said the fountain must have been broken or something but he PROMISED he did not get diet. Well, of course I couldn't drink Diet Dr. Pepper. That is not what I wanted, so I hopped in my car and drove to the nearest Sonic for Happy Hour.

That night, as C and I were saying our bedtime prayers, he said, "And please bless Karen to forgive me for getting her Diet Dr. Pepper today." I reached over and slugged him in the arm and said, "You do NOT mess with a pregnant woman and her cravings. Got it, Mister?" That was the end of it.

I don't know if my desire for Dr. Pepper meant anything about my pregnancy, but I do know that Diet Dr. Pepper does NOT taste the same. So just think twice before sending your husband out to pick up what you're craving most. You may end up with something totally unexpected.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Tuesdays in Tucson:Eating time; another opinion!

I am Brandi.
I am a mother of two beautiful boys; Lincoln is four and Henry is two.
We have been through a pregnancy and an adoption, both resulting in our two miracle babies.
They are energetic and they go-go-go all day long.
Karen asked me to chime in with some of my insights as well,
and I am grateful for the opportunity.

I understand that my opinions are mine, and
I love that we live in a land where we can disagree.
I am not offended by differing beliefs. I welcome them.

That being said,

Eating time at my house growing up was different than other homes.
I was a diabetic, and so if I didn't like what was for dinner,
(which wasn't often)
I couldn't go without food,
on the likely chance of a diabetic coma.
My parents made a rule that if we didn't like what was for dinner,
we could have a peanut butter sandwich.
This way, we had some protein,
but without the added benefit of
snacking on snack foods all night.

The fact that my four year old is picky is something I take full responsibility for.
At 26, with a college degree, I didn't know you were supposed to keep trying foods numerous times, if they didn't like them the first time.
Oops!
So, I thought I had a picky baby, when in reality, I just stopped after one go!
With baby number two, I said,
"You don't like green beans? oh, try them again!!!"
He is not picky.

When Lincoln turned three, he started having to taste everything.
If he didn't like it, we called it a "no-thank you bite"
meaning he doesn't have to eat it, he can simply say, "no thank you,"
(he can have a peanut butter sandwich)
but he needs to try it.
Our pediatrician told us never to fight on the concept of food.
This was the best advice I was given
We were told the following:
a) if they fill their own plate,
their eyes are often bigger than their tummies, and
requiring them to eat everything on their plate, is one of the number one causes of obesity.
b) keep offering new foods,
but don't make it so stressful,
that dinner time becomes something they resent.
c) He told us, one day they will be famished,
and the next day not hungry at all.
That is perfectly fine.
d) Never tell them they can't have
their snack if they don't eat their food. He said, they don't get an extra snack at snack time, but they can still have their snack, at the appropriate time. When we take away all remaining food for the night (if they don't eat their dinner,) he told us this makes food something they want control over, and ultimately it
doesn't end well.

To help with not having stress over eating, we used a tupperware container in the fridge,
filled with 3-4 snacks.
We started when Lincoln was two and a half.
One was a fruit snack, one a fruit, one a carb/protein (like peanut butter crackers), and one extra snack.
Lincoln knew he could eat his snacks when he was hungry, and he could choose which snack he wanted first, second, and third, but he only got the snacks in the container
(he got to help choose what to fill the container with, within reason)
This way he felt empowered by choosing his snacks, and he could open the fridge and get what he wanted, when he was hungry. HE also learned that once the snacks were gone, they were gone.
He learned quickly to manage himself.

We tried baby food with Henry. It didn't go well, so we fed him table food.
He loves to eat. We mashed up our potatoes and soups, so he ate what we ate.
It was a lot more cost effective for us, and there was no transition from baby food, to real food.

Hmmm...
Through the venture of food, I have learned
that while two year olds are sweet-- they aren't always capable of deep reasoning skills
Four year olds are much more aware of the world, the idea of cause and effect, and understanding more reason, which is why we waited to introduce the no thank you bite.

Good Luck, Bon appetite!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Q4

As I've been thinking about questions to answer on this blog, I keep going back to questions that relate to eating and sleeping. I want to be sure I am covering an array of subjects, so feel free to offer ideas or question suggestions. Someone asked for ideas on what to feed a picky 1 year old. So that's where I'm taking today's question from. (Thanks Shelly)

What do I feed a picky 1 year old?

Of course you want to be making sure they have a well balanced diet, but my doctor reminded me to look more at the week as a whole rather than their daily intake. That may help you not stress so much about what they are eating at every meal, but just trying to make sure their weekly diet is balanced and nutritious. Keep in mind your child's ability to eat small things without choking and how well they chew.

Here are a few suggests of things to feed your picky 1 year old:

Small slices of avacado
Apple bites
Yogurt
String Cheese
Toast torn up in small pieces (Sara likes it with spray butter, so it's a little moist)
Rice
Black Beans
Slightly boiled carrots, so they are just a little bit soft
Craisins/raisins
Noodles - either ramen or small pasta shells she can pick up with her hands
Scrambled eggs
French Fries
Applesauce
Sliced peaches or pears (I like the individual little cups because they are already cut up and easy to throw in the diaper bag)
Goldfish crackers
Mini M&M's (one of Sara's favorites)
Sliced banana cut in quarters she can pick up with her fingers
Shredded Cheese
Mandarin Oranges
Black Olives
Ham bites (you can buy little ham bites in the meat section)
Diced tomatoes
Torn up lunch meat
Eggos (just tear it in small pieces, Sara likes the blueberry ones)
Oatmeal
Corn
Green beans (I buy the long ones, so she can hold them in her hand)
Teddy Grahams

Hopefully this will give you some good ideas. Please feel free to make comments of your own ideas and what works for you. By about 1, they can eat pretty much all table food cut in to small pieces. I've also heard you have to try 5 times to feed a toddler something new before they will like it, so keep trying!! And most of these things can be tossed in a baggie or Tupperware to save for the next meal if they don't eat it all. My mom strongly believes that the more variety of foods you encourage your kids to try early on will make less picky eaters as they get older. Makes sense to me!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Q3

It's Sunday! Going to church has become one of the hardest things in my week to do. Keeping Sara entertained on a bench is nearly impossible, but on the metal chairs at the back - it's even worse. She thinks it is so fun to run up and down saying, "Hi" to everyone. I pack every snack we own and every quiet toy I can stuff in to my enormous bag, but it doesn't work. She has too much spunk (as the Relief Society President told me one Sunday) for her own good. That she does. Today we lasted about 15 minutes before we found ourselves wandering the halls. Fortunately, we found refuge in the primary room with a few other families. It was Stake Conference Sunday, so the broadcast was playing in their too. We were able to halfway listen while our kids climbed on the chairs and pounded away on the piano.

This story only has a tiny bit to do with my question for today, but it definitely has to do with being a mom so here it goes...

Is it wrong to lie to your husband about going to Enrichment and really getting a pedicure instead?

I had every intention of going to the Relief Society Activity (or whatever it's called now) on Tuesday night. I got in my car and drove to the church, but I really really wanted to get a pedicure so I passed the church and kept going. I went to get a pedicure and I must say, it was amazing! They used this lemon salt scrub and then hot oil and stones. I spent an hour and a half sitting in the massage chair getting a pedicure and only felt a teeny bit bad about it. When I got home, C asked me how it was. I said,"Great." I could have been talking about the quilting activity or the pedicure, it didn't really matter.

Friday afternoon we were driving to the temple and I decided it was time to come clean. It was only a matter of days before he saw the bank statement and a charge from LoAnn Nails. I told C about my detour to get a pedicure and he was only slightly annoyed. At the end of the day, sure, I could have told him on Tuesday night. Regardless, the pedicure was amazing and I'm sure the Relief Society Activity was too. I promise I won't do that again, but for what it's worth... it was totally worth it!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Q2

Thanks so much for your comments already. This blog will only be a success if people post their own comments and questions, so thank you!

The question for today is a controversial one. I think some moms have very strong opinions on the subject, so feel free to chime in. Just remember, what works for some may not work for others and that's okay. Also, I do have my own strong opinions on this subject (go figure) and I hope that if we disagree, we can still be friends. :)

Pacifiers: Yes or No?

So my mom is very anti-pacifier, which is fine. I tried to be anti-pacifier for as long as I possibly could. Not because I don't think it's a great idea and giving your baby something to help sooth themselves is just necessary, but I was more nervous about trying to break the habit when the time came. We chose not to give Sara a pacifier and she did fine without it. However, at about 4 months, she started to get really severe ear infections. The doctor recommended giving her a pacifier to a) help release some of the pressure in her ears and b) to help comfort her when she was in pain. We decided to follow the recommendation of the doctor and gave her a pacifier. It worked really well and seemed to help with her ears.

Still nervous about breaking the habit, we restricted the pacifier to sleep time only (except for occasionally on long road trips and on airplanes). She got the pacifier when she would go down to sleep. As soon as she woke up, I would take the pacifier out and leave it in her bed. Honestly, it has been the best thing. Now she is old enough that when I go take her out of her bed from a nap or in the morning, she takes the pacifier out and puts it in her bed. It's sort of a game for her. Also, there are a few extras pacifiers in her bed just in case she loses it during the night she can feel around for another one.

In the beginning, the pacifier would sometimes fall out when she was asleep and I would just leave it out instead of trying to put it back in. I think this helped her to not need it ALL the time when she sleeps. Sometimes now she is not even interested in having it when she goes to bed. Now here is where my strong opinions come in... how old is too old for a pacifier? It's up to you and when you feel prepared to fight that battle, but have you ever seen like a 4 year old walking around with a pacifier? Honestly, that's just sad. I get that it's going to be tough and I will only know how tough it is when we decide to take it away ourselves, but there has to be a limit. I have set my goal for 2.

So whatever you decide, consider your options. Fighting the pacifier battle ever, at 2, or having a pre-schooler walking around with a binkie in their mouth. For methods on getting rid of the pacifier... stay tuned.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Q1

I'm not usually up this early (thank goodness), but when my cell phone battery is getting ready to die it makes the most horrible beeping sound. That is what I woke up to and then had to climb out of bed, walk downstairs, and plug my phone in before hearing it again. So I saw the laptop sitting there on my way downstairs and decided to get started on today's question. It's a good one.

Will my baby ever sleep through the night?

The simple answer is yes and depending on how old your baby is, it never comes soon enough. For various reasons such as ear infections, moving, and my level of tolerance for crying, Sara didn't sleep through the night until she was 13 months old (we waited WAY too long). I remember asking her doctor about it and he said his daughter didn't sleep through the night until she was 2 1/2. But then of course he reminded me that she is now 19 and sleeps through the night just fine. I thought to myself, if this doctor's kid didn't sleep through the night until she was 2 1/2 he is either a lousy doctor or that is one heck of a kid!

There are lots of sleep training books out there with methods and theories on sleep. Most say the baby could be sleeping through the night by 6-8 months. The truth is, it depends on you and depends on the baby. I know that sounds like a cop out, but let me explain it this way... Newborn babies wake up a lot during the night because they need to eat to grow. Of course, when they wake up every 3 hours and you feel like a total zombie it makes life seem impossible. When the laundry is piling up, you haven't washed your hair in 3 days, and you are trying to decide between taking a nap or eating a sandwich? Try to do both. It will be good for you and the baby.

We chose the 'cry it out' method for Sara after 13 months of getting up at least once, sometimes 3 times during the night. We chose Thanksgiving Break (so my husband would be at home and I could take a longer nap during the day). The first night she cried for 45 minutes 2 separate times. The second and third nights, she cried for about 30 minutes. By the fourth night, she was sleeping 7:30pm to 7:30am. I had to remind myself sleep was good for her and it was okay to let her cry. It was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be and after it was all over, I wondered to myself why I had waited so long to do it. Now, she is a great little sleeper and it is so amazing to know that when she goes to sleep she will stay asleep.

All those night when the baby wakes up and you have to get up AGAIN... just remember she/he WILL sleep through the night someday. Speaking of which... whoever said sleeping through the night meant 4 consecutive hours was clearly misinformed. Sleeping through the night to me means: you put them to sleep, go to sleep yourself, and wake up at least 8-10 hours later.

With whatever you decide to do remember you're the parent and sleep is essential for both of you. Good luck and happy sleeping!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Who I am and why I am here:

Let me start off by telling you a little bit about myself. I am a stay at home mom of a very happy, energetic, and silly 20 month old named Sara. My husband and I were married 4 1/2 years before we had her. During that time I graduated from college, enjoyed a great career, and traveled the world. Becoming a mother is something I always wanted to do, I just wasn't sure I'd ever feel ready.

I could never have comprehended all that motherhood had in store for me, but it has been the hardest, most exciting, tiredest, most rewarding time of my life. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't feel grateful for the joy Sara brings in to my life. But in order for this blog to be a true success, I must be completely honest about my experience. Please do not judge me or act like you haven't ever felt this way before.

Sometimes I have felt like I will never be good enough, a complete failure, and that I'm not capable of such an incredible responsibility. Then I remind myself that I am Sara's mom and she needs me and there is no one that could be a better mother for her than I can be. Of course, along with that comes the countless questions that arise each and every day as I'm trying to find out how to be the mom she needs.

My goal of this blog is to be a tool for mother's everywhere to answer the simple, and maybe the not so simple, questions of every day things when dealing with being a mom.