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Enjoy the EEEEEEE

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Yes, I’m talking to you.

For her entire life, Mommy (that’s me) has been so kick ass and awesome at anticipating her needs and wants that the munchkin has still yet to utter a word. She calls me “Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma” and that’s only when angry or provoked by “ma ma ma ma ma ma” (again that’s me). I know her grunt for food, her “Eeeee” because she is bored or her “Eeeee” that she is scared and about to freak out.

I’ve read conflicting child development milestone charts and I have gotten somewhat overwhelmed by the entire “Speech Therapy” introduction. However I remain positive that she will begin talking when she is ready.  She has always been on her own time-table anyway.

Reason #285 why The Munchkin is So Much Cooler than Ma ma ma ma ma (that’s me).

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Come here you lil bastard!

 

 

 

Over-analyzing Again…Its a sickness.

Winning at the game of picky eating (kinda)

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Yep Bringing it Back

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Happy Dance

As it turns out, the Munchkin started eating some table food when SHE was good  & ready. And of all things to try first, she wanted to try my meatloaf. It’s a good thing  I can read and follow the best of meatloaf recipes.

 

So all of that time, worry, stress, blog posts here and there, hours spent on the “I-Suck-Mommy-Forum was really just a waste. “Waste” isn’t very nice so I’m gonna say that I spent all of that time…’upping my game’. That has a better ring to it than ‘irrational mommy stress’.

Speaking of irrational mommy stress/mother’s guilt…

Bath time

Once upon a time I had a water baby. That water baby grew a tiny bit and then fell in love with the Earth. The literal grass & dirt type of Earth.

And so what happened to the cute water baby? Nothing really happened. She still takes baths but hates it and will only stand in the water for a very limited amount of time. After all, that icky water stuff is wet!

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What is that thing?

Stupid Sippys

I have a small collection of failed “what-the-hell-is-that-thing-and-what-do-you-want-me-to-do-with-it” sippy cups. I have explained. I have drawn pictures. I have drunk from the damn things. Nothing.

Some good advice I have received from a more experienced mom. “Fuck it. They didn’t have sippy cups when we were coming up so what did moms do then? Give her a damn cup.” I’m paraphrasing of course.

Cups are Frivolous

Cups are Frivolous

More To Come…

Any thoughts so far please share! I need all the help I can get. I’m serious.

 

 

 

 

Over-analyzing My Mommyhood #Firsttimemom

My biggest problem is that I over-analyze and over think everything I do (just about). Although, I am not certifiable crazy, I sometimes wonder.

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*Disclaimer*It is my opinion that there is no such thing as a “problem child”. I may have said this before but that’s only because I sincerely mean it. AND We are our own worst critics.

Sleep

From birth my daughter has slept in her crib. Around the one year mark she began exerting her independence by wanting to sleep on the floor like she does every day for nap. I have a 2-3 hour window to lift the little one to her crib without waking. After this window has elapsed she is sure to awaken and demand to be placed back on the floor.  Experience has taught me this.  Some days I sleep in my bed and some days I crash next to my daughter on the floor. Whatever works, right?

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[Insert Nervous laughter Here]

Picky Eating

Instead of rehashing all my food failures with the little one, lets brag about a few of my successes.

  • Cookies =(
  • Puffs Cereal Things
  • Nibbles on french fries {Stop Judging} =(
  • Will place her tongue on some of the things that I am eating AND will even TOUCH it now.

Self Feeding

The little booger will now hold her own bottle now that I have been trying to teach her to drink from a sippy cup.

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Life Continues…

Food Log

The Journey (thus far):

  • Boiled Carrots – (Mashed & Puree) Fail
  • Steamed Carrots – I burned the pot when I let the water boil away. Redo with proper steamer.
    Fail

    Excited-Baby-Eats-Ice-Cream

    Likes the Ice Cream?

  • Microwaved Steamed Carrots – Somewhat successful. However with every bite she took, a look of disgust crept on her face as she forced it down. I felt really bad so she ended up with Chicken & Pasta (Damn You Gerber!)
     Fail 
  • Pears – (Both Ripe & Cooked) Fail
  • Mashed Banana Fail
  • Ice Cream! Fail
  • Mashed Potatoes Fail
  • Peas – Steamed & Partially Boiled* Fail
  • Chocolate Cake – Fail
  • French Fries – Yeah-I’m-Getting-Desperate Fail

There is much more to add to the list including Cheerios, infant puffs, infant yogurt melts, any juice, and even water. She eats select Gerber, cow’s milk and sometimes nibbles on Gerber’s Arrowroot Cookies [but never intentional ingested].

Moments before the lid and the impending eruption

Moments before the lid and the impending eruption

*Partially boiled because : too much heat + too much water = boiling water up into my colander and all over the stove. Gotcha! Lesson learned.

I realize that partly to blame for my failures, if you have noticed, is brought on by my inability to prepare anything near or around a stove. We can call my condition Culinoma; side effects include: wasted groceries and a hungry cranky husband. Life would be simpler if I could just afford that personal chef I keep daydreaming about.

 

 

The things I never expected #firsttimemom

  •  so much gas from such a tiny creature. Simply amazing!
  • that our first discovery of our hands was truly magnificent.
  • to have so many nibbled-on cookies/crackers/cheerios or chewed on wooden refrigerator magnets painted in China in all nooks and crannies of the living space
  • clean diaper caches strategically located throughout the apartment because I never know when I will finally tackle the little one to change her diaper
  • to constantly be thinking of someone else’s bowel movements
  • to hate a piece of plastic, a.k.a. The  Binky (pacifier). When one of those things are around they are all around (my daughter currently has 3). They are constantly being kicked and stumbled on or sat on, but when I need one they are no where!
  • I never expected TIME to go this FAST!

Top 10 Ways I Am A “Bad” Mother

I Love this blog and this woman.

A Game of Diapers

Let’s face it, no one is perfect at anything, especially parenting.  In my opinion it is not about right and wrong, just finding our own ways to get to the same destination. As a full-time working mom of three under three (including twins) things don’t always go according to plan.

So here are the things that make me a bad mother. Feel free to add your own in the comments section, it feels good to confess.

10. I have to hold in the laughter when I hear my kids swearing.  Personally, I don’t care that much about minor swear words, in fact, I actually find it cute when my son says “what the hell?” in his little three year old voice.  But I know, I know, it’s not funny to swear, tee hee hee. 

9. I have bribed my children.  I have probably spend hundreds of dollars buying chocolate milk for…

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My quest to feed a picky eater

I have been wanting to make my own baby food for sometime to save money and to further my quest in getting the little one to eat something more than puree baby food. I’m using carrots because this is one of the culprit’s favorites. Here goes nothing:

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My carrot mash was ready. My first attempt did not go very well. The carrots were way too lumpy for the Munchkin and she actually started to gag without having had tried any of it. I am gonna have to keep an eye out for her and her ‘acting’.

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Yea she hates it.

My Second attempt yielded a much smoother texture. I added more water and blended for a few more seconds but that too was also a no go. At this point however she was over all of it, she even refused her all time favorite – sweet potato. We pressed the reset button with playtime and waited about an hour to try again with dinner. She ate 4 oz. of Gerber puree sweet potatoes.

Fail.

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That’s alright. I will keep trying! She will be interested someday.