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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.

 

 

 

 

The 12 month check up

shrugYesterday was the kind of day that you dread and worry about but then when it finally does happen, it turns out to not be so bad.

The last doctor’s appointment for the Munchkin’s shots was rescheduled due to the fact that on that particular day last month it was a freaky minus 5 degrees outside. Being that I am from THE SOUTH I, myself, am not acclimatized for such ridiculous-ness, therefore I wasn’t going to take my daughter out in that either. The Munchkin’s father, Mr. Sexy Pants, being from Iowa, thinks I’m being cute or silly but no in my mind it was some sort of apocalyptic ice age outside. We needed to stay indoors while we had electricity. These decisions were based in survival.

So the rescheduled doctor’s appointment arrived and Lenna knew what was up the moment we hit the waiting room. Thank God I’ve been blessed with the best mom on the planet, She swooped in and saved the day as all Mamaw’s should. [Ma-maw is southern twang for grandmother]. She was there the whole time to calm and soothe the terrorized naked baby. My heart goes out to all the parents who have to take their children to the doctor’s office. But don’t worry expectant parents, it is not that bad.

Lenna’s doctor was kind and gentle with her. She remained safe and cozy in my lap as the baby doctor kneeled in front of her and offered her stethoscope, all while keeping her voice low and not making eye contact. She was a master at distraction while checking the little one’s spine, tummy and eyes. She left the exam leaving behind a quiet almost asleep child in her mother’s arms and assuring me that my little one will only have to endure three shots today.

babycryFast forward to the crazy eyed nurse who busts open the exam room asking to lay the child on the table and proceeds to give four shots to my little one’s perfect little legs. Both Mommy and Mamaw were constantly reassuring the Munchkin that the pain will only last a little while and we are not trying to kill her. I’m not quite sure she understood.

After the 30 seconds of terror passed; a good hug and her Binky was all she needed and she was back to normal and ready to go.

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Super Baby!

Stressing Out!

screamNight #3 of Little one not wanting to go to sleep till 12am and then waking and wanting attention at 4:30am. She will want to stay up and play for a couple of hours then return back to sleeping, where she will want to sleep till 10 or 11am and Rinse and Repeat. I feel as though I am one of the worst parents ever. I can’t get my daughter to sleep, I can’t get her to put anything in her mouth that isn’t puree baby food or a chew toy, and forget about the sippy cup struggle.

I need my mommy.