Children in flight

So this past weekend I shocked my sister M and her fiance C by showing up on their doorstep in Colorado. Surprise! My youngest sister A threw them a joint wedding shower on Saturday (what they call a “jack and jill party”), so I wanted to be there for the festivities. As such, I bid R and sweet baby D a fond farewell, hopped on a plane Friday night, spent a great weekend with my sisters and their significant others out west, and flew back Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately I didn’t take a camera, so I’ll have to get M to send me some of the pictures she took at the par-tay. We are a cute trio of sisters.

Anyhoo… I learned that since becoming a mom, children on planes don’t really bother me anymore. Big deal, SM, that’s boring, who cares? No, really – being confined in a flying metal pencil with children, plural, does not make me want to huff and pout and glare anymore. Because I totally used to be one of those people who saw a baby on a plane and instantly wanted to turn around and de-board. For how was I possibly going to endure an entire flight with a screaming, annoying kid? I wasn’t going to be able to sleep, or read, or anything. I was going to have to listen to the inconsolable obnoxiousness and hope I didn’t strain my eyeballs from rolling them so hard the whole time. Har.

So you can imagine my attitudinal surprise when, on my flight out Friday night, I was surrounded by 6 children in the rows immediately in front of and behind me, and I actually found them enjoyable. Gasp! I know, crazy, right? (i just realized i’m using a lot of italics in this post, but trust me, the emphasis is warranted) There was an adorable 1 year old boy right behind me who was having a great time smiling at and generally entertaining the passengers near him. I chatted with his parents a bit since that was his first flight, D’s first flight is coming up in a few weeks on the exact same route as that one on which we were flying, and this boy was behaving wonderfully. There were 2 kids directly in front of me, maybe 10 and 7, somewhere around there. Then there were 3 boys 2 rows behind me and across the aisle, ages I would guess of 5, 3, and a newborn. That whole family of 5 sat together in the 3 seats on that side, so it was a full house back there. The baby cried a couple times, no big deal. What I did find odd, though, was upon our descent into Denver, the oldest of the 3 boys started screaming wildly, “I’m falling! I’m falling!” I thought hmm, that’s a little strange, for the parents weren’t really doing a whole lot to comfort or quiet him. The middle boy even said, “Mason, it’s ok, you’re not falling.” So although I found it weird, it didn’t cause me to want to aim spit wads at the kid like it would have a year ago.

There was a girl sitting in the middle seat of the row in front of that family, who I did see turn around and give a tongue click and a side-eye at one point, but I think one of the boys was repeatedly kicking her chair. Ok, that’s a little different. And the mom did apologize, saying her husband was trying to find the boy’s pacifier to calm him down. She (the tongue-clicker) seemed fine from that point on after the apology. I still couldn’t help but think, oh honey, just you wait until you have little ones of your own. It’s soo different.

This one did make me give a mom a second look, though. On my flight home Sunday, I was seated in the midst of another family of 5. Mom and the 2 older kids, a girl maybe 12ish and a boy maybe 8ish, were seated across the aisle from me, and Dad and the youngest kid, a boy maybe 4ish, were seated center and window on my side. This was all fine, but at one point the girl dropped the portable dvd player, and the mom goes, “Oh way to go, Einstein!” Whaaat? Was that really necessary? Now if she’d said it as a big joke and they all started laughing, like that was a family catch phrase or something, that’d be one thing. But she was serious. Like ugh, why are you so stupid? The girl looked kind of degraded after the comment, and I thought man, that was a little harsh. The dvd player wasn’t broken, this was no major disaster. Did you really need to make your daughter feel like an idiot? I don’t know – I just seem to view everyday things so differently now, since I always relate them to D and how I’d feel or what I’d do if she were involved. And hopefully I wouldn’t see the need to make her feel like junk over something so trivial. Or ever.

But back to the flight out, I was trying to take note of the parents behind me on that one, to see how they were occupying their little guy. He gave a couple little shouts and some tongue-wagging, but he was just having fun, not crying. I noticed he was playing with an assortment of toy balls in what looked like a small tennis ball tube, which is something I think D would like too. Anyone out there have any suggestions for a successful 2.5 hour flight with a 1 year old? I must admit, it’s kind of making me nervous.

 

Walk this way

And so it begins. D started walking Tuesday night, at 1 year and 1 day old! I’d seen her take a single hesitant little step a couple times, but this was full-on actual walking.

I was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet of course, and she was playing with the strip of floor in the doorway. All of a sudden I looked over and she was standing up on her own, smiling at me. I still kind of get weirded out when I see her just standing there, because I’m so not used to it. Sure she’s been walking around while holding onto stuff for months now, but seeing her just standing all by herself out in the open still takes a second for me to get used to.

So there she was, grinning like a little monkey, so I stuck my hands out and wiggled my fingers to see if I could get her to try walking over to me instead of plopping back down and scooting like she usually does. Sure enough, it worked. Her little legs started moving and she toddled all the way over to me and the toilet, a good 8-10 steps for her at least. Oh my god, she did it!! She did pause at one point in the middle and squatted down, but she never fully sat or touched the floor, then stood right back up and kept coming until she grabbed onto my legs and squealed with delight. I couldn’t believe it – she just walked all the way across the bathroom! I was so excited. R was out working in the garage so we had to run right out there and tell Daddy what just happened. Well, after I pulled my shorts up, of course. This was big news, but no need to bare my butt to the neighbors just yet.

I had her on the kitchen floor a little later that evening as I was cleaning up after her feast of spaghetti-o’s and peas, and I sat down there with her to see if it would happen again. Well sure, Mommy, I can do it again, duh. Here she came, walking right into my arms wearing nothing but her diaper and a grin. Yay! She really can do it! Of course R was still out in the garage and by the time he was done D was too sleepy to mess around and refused to stand, so the walking lessons were over for the night.

Look out world, there’s a D on the loose on 2 legs!

 

** Stats update – D had her 1 year doctor appointment last night, and she measured 31″ long (97th %) and weighed 20 lbs. 11 oz. (50th %). Our little string bean is growing! She got 3 shots too, which of course she hated. MMR, chicken pox, and hepatitis A. Fortunately she seems to be having no ill side effects, so hopefully it stays that way. She hasn’t experienced any problems with any of her vaccinations so far.

 

Not-so-happy birthday

Poor little D. Her birthday celebration on Monday wasn’t exactly the fun-filled evening I was expecting. Sure it could’ve been a lot worse, but it certainly could’ve been better, too.

I left work a little early to pick her up from daycare, since one of R’s brothers and his family were coming into town for the Brewers game that night and staying at our house, so I wanted to be there when they arrived. Plus, duh, who doesn’t like to leave work early? Turns out D had taken zero naps all day, which never bodes well for the evening hours. I don’t think she’s ever decided to not nap at all at daycare, so right then I prepared for the worst. Of course she ended up falling asleep on the couch after about 2 sips of her bottle just minutes after we got home around 4, then slept for 2 solid hours until about 6. That actually wasn’t too bad because R and I were able to get a lot done around the house – he started preparing food and sauces for our upcoming party this weekend and I hung some curtains in the dining room. I’m getting pretty good at this curtain hanging thing, if I do say so myself. Just don’t make me use anything but a power drill and screwdriver now, and I’m golden.

After her nap I gave D a birthday dinner of pears, cheese, bananas, and Cheerios while we finished up what we were doing, eagerly awaiting the token first birthday cake-smashing-in-the-face. She was still pretty zombie-fied from the day, so she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about much food, hence the lighter fare. Usually she happily gobbles up a hot dog and a couple other things, but a hot dog a day doesn’t really work like an apple to keep the doctor away. And she’s been eating tons of hot dogs lately. Anyway.

Before we got to the cupcake, however, we measured her on the growth chart board that R made for her. This thing is awesome. He took a router to the edges of a 2×4 to give it a finished look, found some really cute letters to spell out her name and glued them to the top, then stained and sealed the whole thing. So each year we’ll measure how tall she is on it, starting with her length at birth of 19″, and he’ll wood burn it in as a keepsake. We’ll mount it on the wall outside her bedroom door. She’s up to 29.5″, 10.5″ of growth in her first year. Yeah, go D! Then we showed her the box her water table came in with a big bow on top of it out in the garage, since it was a little late in the day to get started setting it up and playing. She seemed to approve.

All right – cupcake time! Let the smashing begin. We were definitely more excited about this part of the day than she was. So we got her back in the highchair, bib on, cupcake paper off, #1 candle on top, lit and sitting on her tray, ready to be blown out with some help from Mommy. Oh wait, Mom, what is this shiny thing? Fire? Let me stick my finger in it to see what it does. Oops!! She stuck her finger right in the middle of that flame to the wick before I could grab her hand away. Total Mommy fail. Of course R’s like why in the hell did you do that? I could see it from happening over here! (over here being where he was positioning the video camera to record this precious first birthday moment) Yeah, cuz I did that on purpose. I enjoy watching our child scream in agony. Oh man, that was bad. Her poor little head turned as red as a tomato with her screams, as I’m trying to suck on her finger to cool it off. Does that even work? Or does it just make it worse? I don’t know, but that was my first instinct so in my mouth her tiny index finger went. R got an ice cube to put on it right away, but she still got a little blister on it. Damn. Fortunately it didn’t seem to bother her much at all after the first couple minutes, once the pain subsided. Geez, Mommy, way to go again.

Ok, take 2. Once we got her calmed down I was tempting her with some frosting off the cupcake on my finger, since she was a little leery of going in the highchair again. That seemed to work, so she allowed me to put her back in to try the cupcake thing once more, sans candle this time. Except she really wanted nothing at all to do with that nice funfetti cupcake that I had so lovingly made and frosted in pink for her. She stuck her finger in the frosting a little tiny bit and squished it in her hand, but that was about it. Not one bite. No throwing it anywhere. No smashing in the face. I thought all babies smashed cake in their face on their birthday, didn’t you? Ah well, guess I can’t blame her. I don’t think I’d be too thrilled about something that had just burned me either, even with the burny thing removed. Maybe we’ll try again this weekend at our party so others can join in the fun, too. She did get a huge kick out of us singing “Happy Birthday” to her, though, so we ended up singing it 3 times. That means my horrifying singing voice is now captured on home video thrice. Ick. But anything to make her smile on her birthday. Plus by this point she was sufficiently exhausted again, so it was time for a bath and then bed for that little birthday girl. She had some wicked diaper rash happening that night too, which didn’t help her mood, and then I saw the culprit – another tooth. Ah ha! See, I knew these things were festering in there these past couple weeks. It’s not a molar though, like I was expecting, it’s the bottom right one that’s right next to the ones already there. What’s that called, a cuspid? I have no idea. But I saw it in there just under the surface as she was screaming with her finger on fire, then I saw the very tippy tip the following morning.

As I was rocking her to sleep with her bottle that night I obviously found myself staring down at her little head and reminiscing on that same night 1 year earlier, her first night out in this big wide world. Man, what a difference a year makes. That very first night was filled with the remaining shock and elation from the day – we had a daughter. Wait, we had a daughter!! I remember the nurses taking her to the nursery that first night and R going home to sleep, leaving just me in the hospital room, exhausted yet almost too excited to sleep, trying to fathom what life with a little girl was going to be like and wondering how long it would be until they brought her back for her first feeding. I missed her already. Then there was that night 2 nights ago, filled with calm and peace, looking down at our 1 year old daughter knowing that we made it through a whole year with a little girl and things just seemed to fall into place as we went. Thinking how lucky we are to have her in our lives, how beautiful and incredible she is, how endless the possibilities are for her in her own life, wondering what these coming years have in store. But most of all just thanking everything in the universe for her, our daughter D, on her first birthday.

Birthday wake-up
Before school
I'm 1!
A water table, just what I've always wanted!
Look how big I am!
Oo look - a candle! Oops.
This was the extent of the smashing
Family photo with our 1 year old!

 

 p.s. i went for a run on sunday morning, my first one in a week. it felt horrible. my legs hurt the whole time, and i felt like i was moving at a snail’s pace. so i was very surprised when i entered my stats – i ran 2.86 miles in 25:32 minutes, for a 8:56 pace. not nearly as bad as i was expecting. i just need to get more than 1 run in a week. unfortunately, this week is going to be busy, so i might only be able to squeeze in one more, tops.

 

12 month stats

1 year ago today, life as we now know it began. D turns 1 today! Happy birthday, sweet pea!! How in the world did this happen? It’s kind of weird because I look back at this past year and it really doesn’t seem to have flown by in a flash. Like it does feel like we’ve had 12 full months with her, if that makes any sense. (don’t you love how i use “like” in my sentences as if i’m a 6th grader?) However, saying that we now have a “1 year old” as opposed to a “– month old” seems uber strange. Time in general has seemed to only speed up as we’ve gotten older, which everyone always tells you it will, so I’m so thankful that it feels like we really did fully enjoy her first year of life instead of looking back and thinking where in the hell did it go? I’m sure each subsequent year will blow by faster and faster, but this first one has been perfect.

So here’s what’s shakin’ in the wide world of D on this, her big 1 year birthday. Again, not much has changed since last month, but here we go:

  • Weighs about 20 lbs. and is probably around 29-30″ tall (we have her official 1 year doctor appointment on wednesday this week, so i’ll find those out for sure then).
  • Still has just the 6 teeth. I’m convinced more are on their way, though, what with her fingers in her mouth again and tendency towards the cranky side lately. Molars maybe? I’ve heard they take a long time to finally cut too. But I could be totally wrong there. Maybe she’s just being a brat.
  • Still so close to walking, but not quite there. My mom and sister said they saw her take a step in Canada and one of her teachers said she saw her take 2 steps at daycare that following week, but we still haven’t seen any evidence of this phenomenon at home. The hands and knees leapfrog gallop/”crawl” is still her preferred method of travel, or if she has something to hold onto she loves to cruise around standing. She also loves to hold your hands and walk around that way.
  • Favorite toys? Anything. She has never really shown a preference for any one or two of her toys, but is more of an equal opportunity player. She does still love her gumball machine, which always results in the plastic balls ending up scattered behind and under all the living room furniture since our floors slant. She also loves her books, and is always excited when I open the little cupboard in her room where we keep the ones she isn’t quite ready for yet. Lift-the-flap ones are still some of her favorites, with only 2 flaps as ripped-off casualties so far.
  • Diapers size 3, and clothing size 12 months. She can still fit into some 9 month outfits, but I won’t buy anything smaller than 12 months at this point. I would call 12 months the minimum size, too.
  • Favorite foods? I don’t think she really has one – she’ll eat pretty much anything. She much prefers to feed herself now, too, which is nice. So I try to give her everything in tiny pieces that she can manage. Too bad she likes to shove fistfuls of those tiny pieces in her mouth all at once, which kind of negates the tininess. Ah well. Fortunately I finally figured out how to get her to take those gross vitamins that she needs – put them in her bottles of milk. Seriously? DUH!! Why did that not dawn on me until just a week or two ago? I was only able to successfully hide them in her food a handful of times and was really frustrated that she wasn’t getting them. Of course she won’t detect 1mL of vits in 8oz of milk. Geez. At least she gets them now, I guess.
  • Her first words were “thank you”, in Canada this year. R says she’s saying “tattoo”, but it’s quite obviously “thank you”. We always say it to her after we give her something, so she learns the correct timing. It’s funny though, because she also likes to say it when she gives you something. Like putting a bite of whatever she’s eating into your mouth. So polite. Little Miss Manners we’re raising here. Other words aren’t exactly *words* yet, still more just noises. I think there’s one she does that is supposed to be her name, but to anyone but me and R it would just appear to be another crazy sound.
  • She’s a great waver – loves to wave hi and bye to everyone, everywhere.
  • Still loves stroller rides, and now that we added a bike ride last weekend she loves those now too.
  • She’s been treated for 3 ear infections this year, but in actuality we think it was only 1 that never fully went away. Her doctor said they generally don’t start looking into inserting tubes until they’ve had 5 in the first year, so at least we didn’t make that cut off. We found out she’s allergic to the Omnicef (cefdinir) family of antibiotics too. No issue with penicillins, though.
  • It took until 10 months for her to take a nose-dive off something, and that was off the bed in our hotel room the first night of our WI brewery tour weekend. Whoopsies. The only other one so far came in Canada, when she tipped over my legs and took a head-first digger off the couch. Like I said, fortunately babies are pretty rubbery. She was no worse for the wear after either spill.
  • Personality? Oh yes, this girl has one. And it’s big. Like, you need to look at me and immediately start playing with me when I enter the room, big. Her teachers at daycare say she’s the nosiest one in the class, always having to see what everyone’s doing and getting into everybody’s business. I said oh great, the class bully. They said no, not a bully at all (whew!), just curious and nosy. We call her the queen of the class. Fortunately she seems to have much more of R’s outgoing personality than my shy one. She has started exerting a little bit of clinginess and neediness lately, though, but I think that may be associated with a touch of separation anxiety, which is apparently common at this age. She’s never cried when we leave daycare in the mornings, it’s more like come here, pick me up, every time you walk by her. Which I can understand – she hasn’t seen us all day and wants our attention once we’re home. It’s just hard to unload the dishwasher or put away groceries or change your clothes when one arm is occupied by a spider monkey. But as one of my friends pointed out – it does feel great knowing that she loves us and just wants to be near us.
  • Sleeping. Hmm, this is a tough one, and one that I’ve talked about a lot recently. She’s been a great sleeper up until probably the past month or so, which was my first inkling that unsurfaced molars were bothering her. Those may be part of the problem, but one of her daycare teachers said she’s also at the age where babies will start to try to see how they can control you with their crying. Which would definitely explain a lot of the having to practically slither out of her room once we put her in her crib so she doesn’t wake back up with the first creak of a floorboard. And that’s not an exaggeration. Some nights are a real struggle, and I’ve been all the way to the door, stepped in the wrong spot to hit a creak in the floor, and up she popped to start over. So I now know the exact route to take so as not to make a peep when leaving her room. It works best with bare feet too, not slippers or flip-flops. She still wakes up sometimes during the night too, which she hadn’t done for the longest time either. Sometimes she needs a bottle to go back to sleep, other times a little rocking does the trick. So this one kind of has us stumped. We haven’t resorted to full-on CIO yet, because those nights when we’ve steeled our resolve to endure it, she goes to sleep no problem and stays there all night long. Fortunately this is really the only area where we’re having an issue right now though, so I think that’s pretty good.
  • She gave up taking a second nap at daycare months ago, so is usually pretty exhausted by the time we get home each day. We try to prevent her from taking a nap in the evening, though, because when she does is usually when we have trouble getting her to go down at a good bedtime. With no evening nap she’s usually in bed by 7:30-8, sometimes even 6-7 if she’s super tired (like falling asleep in her highchair tired). With a later nap, or if she’s just unusually wound up for some reason, she can be up until 9 or later. Those nights tend to be the ones when she wants to fart around at bedtime instead of going to sleep. Wrong answer. I just worry sometimes that she doesn’t get enough sleep without that second nap, but I guess she’d fall asleep if she really needed it, right?
  • Her hair is starting to get a little longer (very little, but some) and it’s cute how the ends curl around the back of her little head and neck. Her eyes are still a beautiful gray color, and I’m so happy she’s thus far escaped the poop brown shade of mine.
  • She has one little freckle in her hairline just above her right temple, and so far this is the only marking I’ve seen on her. No birthmarks, or anything like that.
  • She gives the best hugs I’ve ever known. This may be part of her clinging phase, but I’ll take it. When I pick her up and she buries her head in my neck and wraps her little arms around my shoulders to hold on tight, it’s just about the most wonderful feeling in the world.
  • We took our first short family vacation when we did our WI brewery tour weekend at the beginning of June, then our first big family vacation when we went to Canada the first week of July. She did great on both, long car rides and all.

I think that about sums things up for this year 1 recap. We got her this water table for her birthday, and I made some funfetti cupcakes for her to smash in her face tonight. I also made a giant photo album chronicling her first year, complete with room for 960 photos. There are 900 in it so far.

Thank you for making us a little family, D, and especially for showing me that maybe I am the mommy type after all. My eyes view life in an entirely different way now, thanks to you. We love you more than anything in this world.

Day 1 - her 1st picture ever
1 week
1 month
2 months
3 months
4 months
5 months
6 months
7 months
8 months
9 months
10 months
11 months

I’ll put up some 1 year shots after today’s festivities.

 

Right or wrong, I am still the mama

Something I discovered as soon as I found out I was pregnant, actually even before that, was that there is an overwhelming number of choices to be made regarding how to care for your baby.

Do I breastfeed or bottle? Do I co-sleep or not? Do I use cloth or disposable diapers? Do I do this, do I do that, do I not do this, do I not do that? How do I know if I’m doing it right? And how do I not make myself crazy with all these decisions??

And honestly, it has been kind of hard for me to convince my brain that we are doing things right with the decisions we’ve made for D so far, because I often think well what if we’d done this or that instead? And, but what about all the reasons for doing it differently than we have? Here’s a peek into the chaos of my mind and what routes we’ve chosen:

Working mom vs. SAHM:  As much as I would love to, I can’t stay home with D right now. And it’s something I think about daily. If you’ll remember, I wrote about that whole struggle here.

This is probably one of the hardest decisions many moms have to make. If you go back to work some may make you feel guilty for deserting your baby at daycare, and if you stay home some may make you feel guilty for not having a “real job”.

I think this is one argument that needs to go away. Why can’t people  just respect each other for the choices they have to make that are best for their own family and support them as mothers period?

I certainly don’t look down upon anyone who is able to be a SAHM, because I know that this parent thing is absolutely a full-time job in and of itself. You just don’t get paid for it. Unless you count dirty diapers, spit up, and snot rivers as a salary. And I would definitely take offense if someone criticized me for sending D to daycare. Oh ok, are you going to fill the void left by my lack of paycheck in our bank account? Didn’t think so, so zip it.

Breast vs. bottle:  I think you all know the answer to this one by now, what with all my tales of magical boobs. But just in case, I breastfed D, and that is actually one decision that I have no qualms about whatsoever.

Co-sleep or their own bed:  D has never slept with us, and I really can’t imagine even trying to keep her in our bed. From the beginning, she has been a noisy little sleeper. And now she flops around like a fish.

As a newborn she slept in a wheeled bassinet that we put right next to our bed at night, then rolled out into the living room during the day so she could sleep in the same room where we were. We changed her diapers in there too, everything. It was extremely handy, and I highly recommend one (i didn’t want to use one originally, thinking she’d just go right into her crib, but i am now SO glad r’s sister-in-law let us use theirs for d).

She then moved into her crib around 5 weeks old I think. I haven’t done much research on co-sleeping, actually, because that was another thing that I was pretty sure on before she was even born – I never wanted her to sleep with us. Plus there have been way too many tragic stories lately of babies dying from accidental smothering in their parents’ beds. No thank you.

Babywearing:  This I did more when necessary, not really as the rule. We were lucky – D has never been much of a crier when she wasn’t being held (now she’s starting to get into a phase of this, but that’s a whole other post in itself), so we didn’t have to struggle through hours upon hours of ceaseless wailing.

When this did come in extremely handy, however, was when I wanted to get stuff done around the house and she did decide to be cranky. We got a Baby Bjorn as a shower gift, so I used that. I’ve also heard great things about Mobys and Ergos, but they’re expensive and we already had the Bjorn, so why bother?

D loved the carrier. I would strap her in there and vacuum, dust, whatever, and more often than not she just totally conked out asleep. Then when she got big enough I would face her outwards, and she loved being able to see everything I was doing. We took her for a hike in it last Fall too, which she enjoyed. So I did like babywearing, just not as a constant accessory.

Cloth vs. disposable diapers:  This is probably the one where I have the most guilt. For you see, I try to be as eco-friendly as possible with my product choices. However, we use disposable diapers instead of cloth.

I know, I know, boo on me and all the diapers I’m putting into landfills from one tiny butt. Trust me, I know. I say the same thing to myself. And I did even get a 3-pack of reusable diapers when I was pregnant, thinking we could try to start using them once we were out of the newborn stage and more used to the whole baby routine.

Yeah, they’re still in the package in a drawer, 100% unused.

It’s not that I don’t like them; in fact I think they’re quite lovely and cute. It’s just, here’s the thing. I do laundry one day a week. Not 3 or 4 or 7. I’m sorry, I just don’t have time.

I work full-time, I’m usually the one to pick D up from daycare after work, she eats dinner shortly after we get home, then R and I eat dinner, I try to find time to squeeze a run or workout of some sort in a couple times a week, then after that it’s usually bedtime for at least her, if not all of us.

I know that’s not a good excuse – I could have the laundry going while I’m doing that other stuff, but honestly, I just don’t feel like adding one more chore to my daily list of things that have to get done. And I’d much rather spend free time playing with D instead of washing, drying, and folding a shitload of diapers (ha, get it, shit? it’s in the diapers? i’m hilarious).

So disposables have been our choice. Am I happy that I’m contributing even more to the overflowing landfills and the pollution of our planet with all these diapers? Of course not. But disposables are easy, convenient, and preferred at her daycare.

We use 7th Generation ones (i loved Pampers when she was a newborn, but 7th Gen has pretty much been our go-to since she’s gotten bigger) that are free of chlorine processing and petroleum based lotions, but still aren’t biodegradable. I don’t think any disposables are. I do use biodegradable bags in her diaper pail, though. Does that count for something?

CIO or not:  As I’ve mentioned recently, D has been pretty much a champ sleeper until the past couple weeks. So we really never had to worry about letting her cry herself to sleep or not. I think though, if we had to make the choice, I’d let her cry it out. From what I’ve heard, it takes only a few nights of the heart-breaking sobbing themselves to sleep for them to learn bedtime means go to sleep, which I could handle.

I know the opponents of this method say it’s so unnatural for babies to cry themselves to sleep, that’s not nature’s way and animals in the wild don’t ignore their offspring when they’re calling for the parents, they’ll think you don’t love them, and on and on. But I just think that as long as you know they’re not crying because there’s something really wrong with them (besides the fact they just don’t want you to leave them in the crib), they can learn to do this on their own. And we’d all sleep that much better after those couple nights it takes.

Plus I find it really hard to believe that it would become some deeply-ingrained memory of hers that means we don’t love her – practically every waking second of the day she’s showered with love and affection. If D’s bedtime antics resume and we resort to this tactic, I’ll let you know if I’m singing the same tune or not. I think I will be, though.

Baby food:  R made a lot of D’s baby food when she was really young and first starting to eat solids. He would mix in breast milk and puree sweet potatoes, beans, peas, chicken (which she hated), and I mashed up bananas. Way to contribute, Mom.

We did buy the occasional jar, but more just when we were going somewhere and needed it for convenience. The stuff we made at home we froze in little individual tupperware containers, then would thaw them at meal times or send them to daycare with her until she ate completely off the menu there. It worked out great. And we calculated that buying the regular items and processing them ourselves did save us money.

That’s why we did it, not because we didn’t trust what was in the store-bought baby food jars. For if you just look at the labels, most all of them are simply the main ingredient mashed up anyway. You’re definitely not stuck buying jars full of preservatives and chemicals anymore.

Pacifier or not:  I chose no on the pacifier from the start. If you do this too, make sure you tell them that at the hospital as soon as the baby goes to the nursery the first time, if you decide to have them sleep there instead of in your room (do it! you’ll want some sleep that first night or two and believe me, they won’t remember it. that was one of the best decisions i made when d was born).

I just didn’t want her to rely on something to fall asleep or to be soothed or whatever, because I knew eventually I would spend all of her naps and bedtimes going in her crib to replace the fallen pacifier when she started screaming for it. And that wasn’t on my to-do list.

For us it’s worked like a charm. She took one for a bit around 1 month old, but that was about it. It did calm her, but she never grew to depend on it and then just didn’t want it anymore. And personally, I hate seeing toddlers running around with pacifiers in their mouths. I know the parents have good reason to let them keep them (noise plugs, anyone?), but I didn’t want to deal with constantly picking them up and cleaning them off when they would fall out of D’s mouth. So to try to make life simpler, I just decided to forgo pacifiers from day 1.

 

I’m sure there are plenty more decisions that I’ve second-guessed myself on along the way here, but this list is some of the main ones so far. Are there any I’ve forgotten that you’d like to know what we did? Please let me know – I’m happy to answer anything.

I guess you never really know if you’re doing things exactly right. But I just try to remember that D is healthy, happy, loved more than anything, and R and I have survived almost the first year (woah!), so we must be doing something right. And there really is something to be said for a mother’s instinct – trust your gut and don’t let others make you feel guilty about your decisions. That’s your baby, and you more than anyone know what’s best.

 

Takin’ it on two wheels

This weekend was R’s annual family picnic up in the Sheboygan area, and man was it hot. It was this exact same weekend last year, and I remember that because it was the same day my mucous plug came out (oh yeah, that again) and 8 days before D was born. It was equally as hot last year, but this year’s weather was more bearable for the simple fact that I wasn’t carrying around an extra 30+ pounds and going to the bathroom every 15 minutes. This is always a fun event, because R’s family is big and they’re a blast. His mom is 1 of 9 kids (this is their side of the fam that gets together), so all of his aunts and uncles and cousins are constantly coming up with crazy stories. Plus this was D’s inaugural appearance as an outside baby, so of course she was the hit of the afternoon.

The Murray fam (some of 'em, anyway)

Yesterday was one of our few weekend days where we had absolutely nothing planned, so we took advantage of it not being quite so hot and horrible outside and loaded D up into the bike trailer for her first ride. There is an awesome path that runs from just a few blocks from our house all the way into and through downtown, so we hopped on that and cruised along. R had her hooked to his bike and I followed, and he said she looked a little apprehensive at first. But as soon as we were halfway down our block, all I heard for the next half mile was her nonstop giggles. We rode all the way down to the lakefront and to the little man-made peninsula just out from the Summerfest grounds. It was so nice down there, too. The sun had gone behind some cloud cover and there was a cooler pleasant breeze off the lake, so we stopped for a bit at the point in the park to get D out and let her look around. By the time we got home we’d been gone for 2 hours, so that was a great ride. It was still pretty nice since the searing heat hadn’t come back yet with the sun, so R and I both got runs in after the biking, too. Talk about studs! I just did my real quick route, since the last time I had to do a bike to run transition was in the last triathlon I did, 2 summers ago. I ran 1.44 miles in 11:15, for a 7:50 pace. R did a longer run, and I called him crazy.

Ready to roll
In the park w/Daddy
More park, w/Mommy now

This is the bike trailer we got, and it worked perfectly. It holds 2 kids, so when only 1 is riding in it, the straps just turn around and make a harness in the middle of the seat. D loved it, so hopefully we’ll have many more weekend rides in our future.

Then after our runs, showers, and a Goldfish snack for D, we walked up the street a few blocks to watch the last leg of the International Cycling Classic, which happened to be running right through our neighborhood. Talk about amazing! I don’t know how those guys don’t wipe out each turn, they’re going so fast. We were there for the start, which was an awesome site as the field of riders charged down the street after the race car, then separated into a group of 9 leaders followed by the rest of the field, a gap that grew from around 20 seconds to almost being lapped by the lead pack by the time we walked home.  We stayed for about 30 laps, which was just over half the race. What a cool event, and how fun to be able to get to watch it just a short walk from our house. They have it every year, but this was the first time we actually went up to see what it was all about.

And I’m sure you all heard about Amy Winehouse’s passing on Saturday. I can’t say it’s totally surprising, but a tragic loss of life nonetheless. And I did love “Rehab”. She joins the infamous 27 Club – Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Kurt Cobain… R always said he was convinced he was going to die at 27, too. Sorry babe, I love you, but you’re not exactly the second coming of Mr. Mojo Risin. Sure glad you made it to this side of that fateful age, though.

 

p.s. One week from today I’ll have a 1 year old daughter. Wow!

 

Did you know?

That it’s unhealthy to breathe someone else’s farts? Yours are totally ok to ingest, though.

 

Seriously, if you haven’t laughed yet today, go read this. I can’t believe I’m not dead yet, you know, living with R and D and all the ass gas they produce. I’m not kidding – D definitely takes after R in this respect. In fact, one of her favorite things to do first thing in the morning is rip a couple wake up farts as she’s scooting around in her crib. Like hi Mom, my butt wants to say I love you!

And wait, there’s more! Not fart-related, though, sorry to disappoint. But look at this awesome iPhone case I got yesterday:

Hi!

Are you kidding me?? How cute is that! One of the girls I raced with in the Milwaukee Challenge last weekend had one that she’d designed with a bunch of cool words on it, so I went to their site and made my own. It’s awesome – you can upload your own art or photos, pick from their stock art, or just start from scratch and make whatever you want. It arrived just 2 days after I ordered it too! Let me know if you’d like the site; I have some 20% off coupons too if you’d like to create your own.

And wait again! Guess what I did last night and the night before? You’ll never get it in a million years, so I’ll just tell you – I hung curtains in our bedroom! Um, so what? People hang curtains all the time. No, you don’t understand. This involved a power drill, drywall anchors, and a power screwdriver, 3 things with which I am completely uncomfortable. I don’t do power tools. None of them (yes, the 4 years and counting that we’ve spent remodeling our house has all been done by r). They scare me. Because I know that if I put a hole where a hole shouldn’t be, R will kill me. And I don’t just mean that metaphorically either. I’m pretty sure I would be in a body bag somewhere if I ruin our walls that he built. As such I have been terrified to adorn them. We barely have anything hanging in our house yet as a result. There are a couple pieces here and there, but those I was able to hang with simple hooks that go through the drywall and make miniscule holes that even R said are no big deal. We do have one big framed piece hanging in the kitchen, but he did that one since it involved drilling and anchors too. So you see, my hanging 2 curtain rods, which involved drilling 10 holes plus anchors and screws, is a HUGE accomplishment for me. The curtains are just cheapie ones I wanted to use to cover the lack of trim until we replace the windows and maybe get nice room-darkening blinds, so they’re no big deal in themselves. It’s my conquering the power tools and not ruining the walls that excited me most.

Ok, now class dismissed. Have a great weekend!