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BLW, Baby Gear, and Blessings

So, a quick update on BLW: our new family doc totally supports us in our decision to do BLW with Baby Loquacious, although she did advise that we somehow get a bit more iron into my little girl, a suggestion I totally agree with since I'm borderline anemic at the best of times, and I'm sure whatever Fe stores I had are used up now! Unfortunately, since Baby L is only budding teeth at this point, meat is not really in the cards for us.  Plus, I'm still a little stuck on how to serve her chicken, liver, and egg yolk.  I've seen the videos, but I have no idea how those babies could take on an entire chicken drumstick and not gag at all

Hence, the introduction of iron-fortified infant cereal.  Gross, right? Puree consistency.  Thankfully, the one that I got as a sample (and used tonight) ended up being quite yogurt-like in consistency, and sweet enough to be a pudding.  I loaded up two spoons (alternating them) and Baby L went to town, double-feeding herself and enjoyin…

Top Toys - According to Baby Loquacious

I should have trusted my gut instinct, which was *not* to buy her a thousand and one toys with bells and whistles.  I used to say that babies should use their imaginations and be entertained by simple things (e.g. pots and wooden spoons, cardboard boxes), but as I browsed the many toy aisles at various stores we've been frequenting, I was definitely tempted, and on more than one occasion I either bought something musical or almost bought something flashy for Baby L.


Well, colour me silly.  Yes, she loves her musical toys.  One of her favourites is her Baby Einstein Take-Along-Tunes, so that was a good purchase.  The Infantino Soothing Lullabuddy is another.  There were a few others, however, that failed to appeal.

True to my former instincts, however, Baby L has really taken a shining to the simple toys.  Among her favourites are the Tolo Rainbow Nesting Stacker, which she likes to un-nest and un-stack after yours truly stacks or nests them.  Post-undoing, she will take the cups …

Bittersweet Fall

(Credit to Mama In the City, whose new year post inspired me to write).

There is something glorious about fall, a season of harvest and thanksgiving and preparation for winter.  It's simultaneously a time of winding down and a time of beginning anew.  It's crunchy leaves underfoot, cinnamon and apple spices, golden yellows and crimson reds, cool brisk winds and blue-filtered skies contrasted with the warm earthy tones of trees shedding their summer skins.

The season is also inextricably linked with school in my mind, for this is how my time has been delineated since I entered the classroom as a kindergartener.  As a student, the season was marked with great anticipation for the school year ahead.  It meant a return to routine after a summer full of playing, and it was oft accompanied by productive shopping trips to the mall, new clothes and sneakers, and my favourite - brand spanking new school supplies checked off the list.  Then there was the whole experience of a new grade,…

Baby Space

Since moving into our new digs, we've put aside one of the bedrooms for Baby Loquacious.  Of course, since she's currently co-sleeping (and part-time bed-sharing) with us, her room has been less bedroom and more baby-stuff-repository, which is great since Baby L's "stuff" takes up a lot of space and our living room/reading area only has so much room. 

The thing about storage rooms is that you don't need to make them look very pretty.  Nobody really spends time in there, so the demand for aesthetics simply isn't high.  I'd look at the gorgeous nursery pics from other parents, and wonder if/when I might actually get into the groove and do something about Baby L's room, but I figured I had time.  At this rate, I still have plenty of time, since I doubt my high-needs babe is going to want to be in her own room by herself for at least another year or two!

That said, I have begun to do some decorating.  My nephew comes to stay with us in a few weeks…

Confessions

"So, tell me what caused you to hurt your back."
"I've been sleeping on my right side a lot lately."
"Well, why don't you sleep on your left side? Or your back?"
"Because there isn't enough room for me to sleep on my back, and if I sleep on my left side, my baby'll roll off the bed."
"..."

I'm envisioning my conversation with my chiropractor.  It probably won't make sense to him, even when I explain that my lower back (and left hip) are aching because I sleep on it, curled up, nearly every night for 4-6 hours.  And that I do this so that I can nurse my baby, who is too heavy to be on the breast pillow, and too strong and active to be held.  And that my baby refuses to leave the comfort of her momma's side, waking every two hours with a teary cry in her crib until she is transferred to the bed from 3:00 am until sunrise.  That logistically, I cannot sleep on my back or my right side and risk her rolling off the b…

BahBahMaMaBaMaBah! - Updates

Baby Loquacious is living up to her online name.  She babbles on and on and on, mostly just to hear the sound of her own (beautiful) voice.  Now that she has figured out the /b/ and /m/ consonant phonemes, I suspect (from her lip movements) that she is headed towards mastery in the /p/ and /d/.  This is great news for Daddy Hubbs, who has been patiently waiting for the day when she will start asking for "Dada."

Nothing thrills me more than to hear her babbling to herself or to her toys.  I wonder what thoughts run through her little mind when she makes these utterances while looking around the room or looking at her toes.  Are the sounds, though seemingly meaningless to me, deliberate and intentional for her?  Do they have meaning in her mind?

My curiosity is piqued further when I record her babbling, and then replay the short videos for her.  She will actually yammer away *at* her video, as though responding or conversing with the clip of herself on the screen.  Does she u…

Tricky Sickies

Remember when, as kids, we were told never to talk to strangers? "Stranger Danger" was a rather failed campaign, IMHO.  Having worked in the criminal system briefly, dealing predominantly with sexual offenders, I can say definitively that 95% of the cases I came across involved victims who were assaulted by someone that they knew.  These weren't boogeymen lurking in bushes wearing dark clothes.  These were coaches, relatives, friends and "trusted" adults.  Oh, and 99% of the offenders were male. 

So imagine my delight to have come across this info: Safely Ever After, an innovative safety program for kids.  You can find a good summary of it on Checklist Mommy's blog.  The SEA site also has tons of great tips and information for you to read.  

Essentially, kids need to learn that sometimes they do need to talk to strangers.  They need to know that the safest adults that they could probably approach if they needed help would be a mommy with several kids (t…

Fear for Naught

When the locum doing my delivery informed me that I would probably, ultimately, need a C-section, I had burst into tears.  One of my greatest fears associated with the pitocin-epidural-C-section (so I had read) was a reduction in the quality and immediacy of the "bonding" experience between drugged-up-mommy and newborn baby.  I carried this fear with me, tucked inside the recesses of my mind, throughout the rest of my delivery and into the days and weeks following Baby Loquacious's birth.

Nagging little lies and doubts, the kind that only the devil itself would accuse me with, would sometimes creep into my conscious and give me pause.  To my own detriment, I would sometimes entertain these in my mind, and question the quality of Baby L's bond with me.  What if she regards me as just another person who gives her hugs?  What if she doesn't know that I'm her mommy?  What if she bonds with someone else more than with me?

Well, a week ago any fear that I had about…

Why Your Little Kid Needs School Supplies, You Cheapskate

Okay - not a Baby L-related rant, but I suppose it can apply to her too, one day.

The other day, on FB, someone I know asked why her first-grader needed 30 pencils, 8 erasers, and 5 glue sticks.  I sincerely think she was just wondering (I'm trying to give her the benefit of the doubt), but the responses she got in reply boiled my blood a little.  These were some seriously ignorant comments, some about "communal use" and teacher supply-nazi's, and others about not giving their kids all of these supplies on the first day, or labeling every single item so other kids couldn't claim them.  All sorts of stuff, mostly (from what I can surmise) based on public school experiences, and mostly ignorant of how 6-year-olds work.

So here it is.  This is why your first-grader needs all of those supplies (based on my having taught first-graders at one point in my life):

Nobody likes a short pencil.
Sure, you get a rare weird little kid who *loves* using a nubbin of a pencil to …

Balloons and Peeves and CARES

I'm all over today.  Bear with me.

Balloons
These are seriously the cheapest fun ever for kids.  For older kids (like school age ones), regular blow-up balloons make great indoor volleyballs and I cannot tell you how many hours of indoor recess entertainment they've provided to my fourth-graders in the past.

For Baby Loquacious, who can't really play with the regular balloons yet, the helium-filled mylar balloon has proved to be a cheap, fun thrill.  She will hug and touch and try to gum at this thing, loving the crunchy sound that it makes and the smooth squishable texture of the floating ball.  Sure, I have to supervise her uber-closely since the balloon is tied to a ribbon that could potentially choke her, but with supervision this easily buys us 10 minutes of no-fussing time.

Pinterest Peeve
I love love love this app and have found many great ideas and recipes and "stuff" on there.  However, I recognize that these genius ideas and creative goodness comes not fr…

When Death is Not Dying

I borrowed the title from a talk series delivered by a woman in our church who, at the time, was dying of cancer.  She has since gone to be with Jesus, and as I remember her I think about how Christ-centered her life and her journey home to Heaven were.  It was dignified, it was God-glorifying, and I am certain that Jesus welcomed her with the words, "Well done, my good and faithful servant." 

Anyway, death is a very real part of life.  We all will die; it is a certainty.  And for Baby L, those whom she loves may in fact pass while she is small, since she has a huge network of grandparents, friends and extended family.  This will undoubtedly cause her much confusion while her brain operates on a concrete level; abstract concepts like eternal life don't make a lot of sense without pictures and stories.

Which is why I am so glad that Jenae of I Can Teach My Child posted this recommended book list of books on grief and mourning.  The last book in particular is one I plan …

Sleepfighter

My darling little Baby Loquacious is a sleepfighter.  I'm pretty sure she could make nationals, even compete in the Olympics of sleepfighting, if ever there was such a competition.

Despite her body's natural desire to rest, complete with red eyes and yawns and fading coordination from muscle fatigue, she will continue to roll around in a floppy daze, whining and drooling and sucking on her teether.  She will demand to be entertained with a "change of scenery" every 5 minutes.  "Yes, pick me up.  Cuddle me! No, no, let me play in the playard.  Whee! No, no, I want Mommy to cuddle me! Yay! No, no, let me jump around!! Jump, jump, whee! Wait, where's the mirror?  I want to see me in the mirror, Mommy! Aww, cute baby! Smile, smile.  Waa! I want to see cars! Oooh...look at the cars zooming by.  No, no, no more cars! I wanna go on a touch tour! Touch, touch, touch."  Waaa!  You get the idea.

When Baby L began nursing to sleep, I thought I had it in the bag.  …

Nerding Out - a Non-Baby Post

As you may know, I used to be an avid reader.  As in, nose-in-the-book-all-the-time sort of reader.  During my formative years, I would max out my library limits and inhale the books at break-neck speeds.  I wasn't a particularly fast reader (unlike Hubbs), but I spent a lot of time immersed in other worlds and the (mis)adventures of various protagonists while other kids, you know, played.  And I loved it.

As a grown-up with a job (and now a child), reading is no longer the easy hobby it once was.  I've also become quite a snob when it comes to my books, which doesn't help.  A browse through the local bookstores has me turning up my nose after reading the plot summaries or the first few pages of the novels I find.  Much of what I see is abysmally-written, with predictable plots and/or unlikeable characters.  Others seem to be too much try, which I don't like either.

I am increasingly drawn to young adult fiction, which is sometimes also horrifically-bad (hello Twiligh…