Miscellanii
A series of random posts that have occurred to me recently:
1. For the past two weeks I've been staying with friends and family. I'm back home now, and while it feels wonderful, there is one part I really miss: Showers alone. For two whole weeks there was always another pair of hands to entertain Little Man so I could linger under the hot water. But as of yesterday it's just him and me again. Showers are far less relaxing when you have to constantly be poking your head out from behind the curtain yelping "Peekaboo!" in order to keep him from melting down. I think his separation anxiety has eased a bit in the last couple of weeks but he's still not prepared to be in a different room from me if he's awake. (Or asleep - but that's another post.)
2. My cat - After the baby was born the former queen of the roost was suddenly persona (cattus?) non grata. But pet lovers everywhere will be relieved to know I have stopped hating her so much. I actually kind of like her again, which is good, because she was accustomed to a lot of love before. Plus, LM has enough love for the both of us - he adores her. But although I'm starting to enjoy having a pet again, I still really hate her when she stands outside his room while he's asleep and meows at the top of her lungs.
3. Food - I make most of LM's food (except when we're travelling, then we go to jars) and I'm sort of particular about it. How do I deal with all the annoying people who constantly want to give him cookies? I'd really just prefer to keep him off sugar for at least a year, maybe more. I'm not totally obnoxious about it - when we visited my aunt she was desperate to give him a popsicle (!!!) since she said that all her kids loved them when they were fussy. I figured since he probably wouldn't see her for another two years and popsicles were not going to be part of a daily regimen, that it was no big deal. He didn't like it anyway. But we have friends in town who are constantly offering arrowroots, Mum-mums et cetera. I just figure if there's no nutritional value in it, I'd rather not give it to him. But it's starting to get hard to refuse without being insulting. I realise a Mum-mum or five is not the end of the world, but we all pick our battles as parents and for whatever reason, food is mine. I thought about saying he doesn't like them, but it's not all that convincing when he's reaching for it.
Woops - nap over. Gotta run.
1. For the past two weeks I've been staying with friends and family. I'm back home now, and while it feels wonderful, there is one part I really miss: Showers alone. For two whole weeks there was always another pair of hands to entertain Little Man so I could linger under the hot water. But as of yesterday it's just him and me again. Showers are far less relaxing when you have to constantly be poking your head out from behind the curtain yelping "Peekaboo!" in order to keep him from melting down. I think his separation anxiety has eased a bit in the last couple of weeks but he's still not prepared to be in a different room from me if he's awake. (Or asleep - but that's another post.)
2. My cat - After the baby was born the former queen of the roost was suddenly persona (cattus?) non grata. But pet lovers everywhere will be relieved to know I have stopped hating her so much. I actually kind of like her again, which is good, because she was accustomed to a lot of love before. Plus, LM has enough love for the both of us - he adores her. But although I'm starting to enjoy having a pet again, I still really hate her when she stands outside his room while he's asleep and meows at the top of her lungs.
3. Food - I make most of LM's food (except when we're travelling, then we go to jars) and I'm sort of particular about it. How do I deal with all the annoying people who constantly want to give him cookies? I'd really just prefer to keep him off sugar for at least a year, maybe more. I'm not totally obnoxious about it - when we visited my aunt she was desperate to give him a popsicle (!!!) since she said that all her kids loved them when they were fussy. I figured since he probably wouldn't see her for another two years and popsicles were not going to be part of a daily regimen, that it was no big deal. He didn't like it anyway. But we have friends in town who are constantly offering arrowroots, Mum-mums et cetera. I just figure if there's no nutritional value in it, I'd rather not give it to him. But it's starting to get hard to refuse without being insulting. I realise a Mum-mum or five is not the end of the world, but we all pick our battles as parents and for whatever reason, food is mine. I thought about saying he doesn't like them, but it's not all that convincing when he's reaching for it.
Woops - nap over. Gotta run.
Labels: baby
posted by grass @ 4:21 PM
5 Comments:
At 5:06 PM ,
kaitlyn said...
Gah, TOTALLY know what you mean about the food. Maybe when you visit the people who you know will offer him something, bring a snack with you. So when they offer him a cookie say, you can say he has a fussy belly or something like that (hey, white lies don't hurt that much) and since he's not sued to them, you'd rather not give him gas. My MIL berated me for not giving Leila cheesies as one of her first foods because "they;re so nice and soft!" To this day, she still makes comments about how we don't let her eat enough sugar. She had her first drink of kool-aid yesterday (which was called juice, so I didn't know, but again, how do you say no without being a jerk?) and I seriously cringed inside. Although she was hyper for, like, hours (and it was even cut with water), I guess in the long run it wasn't worth the battle.
At 5:08 PM ,
kaitlyn said...
also, I meant he wasn't used to them, not sued. Oops!
At 5:54 PM ,
LL said...
Ha! I totally do the peeakaboo thing in the shower. Lathering up uninterrupted is so blissful, isn't it?
My MIL was obsessed with giving Landon juice. I kept telling her no, he wasn't having any until he was at least 1 and she would insist, "but it's REAL fruit juice" and I'd have to remind her that 100% fruit juice is still 100% sugar. Argh.
About the cookies, some really are great for teething. Gerber sells a biter biscuit that is kind of like a cookie but it's not sweet (I ate one, it was definitely without sugar and not so tasty) but Landon absolutely loves gnawing on them. He likes the arrowroot ones too- I found they had less sugar than most of the fruit-based snacks and purees so the sweetness wouldn't spoil him. They're a good finger food for him. We're basically taking a balanced approach to his diet - no juice because I don't understand that point when he'll eat the whole fruit mashed up, but with a few of the non-sweet cookies because he likes to munch on them and they won't give him a sweet tooth anymore than regular old sweet potatoes will.
At 7:55 PM ,
Shelley said...
Mum Mums are my ticket to fixing dinner with no stress when Matthew isn't around to entertain. Between the Mum Mum and the sippy cup full of Diet Hansens, I can get dinner and the salad ready, PLUS set the table. (OK, I just tried this today, but still!)
Yeah, I am probably going to Splenda-induced hell. :) Actually, I shared a piece of cake with Peach (she had very tiny bites) on Monday, ostensibly as research for what kind of cake to make for her birthday. Heh.
At 10:49 AM ,
Michelle said...
You could say they a)bung him up or b)give him gas... We've been through the same battles, and I'm dreading doing it again with Colin. Then again, I'm a lot more comfortable with just saying "No, he can't have that yet(ever)" than I was the first time.
Funny the battles we choose, though; I have a client who freaks if her MIL puts polysporin on her son's skin, but the other night I witnessed the same 2 yr old walking around applying Colgate to his own toothbrush and sucking it off...!!!
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