|Here's how you feed a baby who is on a nursing and bottle strike.|
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
I usually adjust all of these recipes to fit what I have on hand, and they all vary in time needed to prepare. I've found these don't take much more time to make double (or quadruple, for my hungry family + leftovers for the next day's lunch), so I make two, and serve one for dinner and one goes in the freezer.
Cheesy Crockpot Meatloaf
Enchilada Pie: (Haven't frozen it yet, but flour tortillas, not fried, tend to get mushy. This one I make as I put taco night leftovers away, so I'm cooking then assembling for two dishes in one night.)
Ginger Beef: (I use an inch or two of real fresh ginger, peeled and julienned)
|How I store leftovers in the fridge: In individual servings, so no one eats all the mashed potatoes and leaves the carrots. ;)|
|Dang it, I want eggplant parmesan: dipping the eggplant while nursing in a wrap.|
|Enchiladas...so so yummy.|
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
In teaching, there's a concept of "least amount of intervention" being the goal for special education students. If the student can be successful with a slight modification, say just word problems on individual pages instead of all on one page so they can pace themselves better and not feel overwhelmed, that situation is better than placing them in a separate special education class.
In the same way, I try to use the least amount of intervention when trying to keep my baby happy or getting him to fall asleep. For example, if he's fussing in his crib, instead of picking him up, I'll try gently resting my hand on his back first to see if that calms him. Depending on how strong his cry is, sometimes simply resting a hand does the trick. Babies (and children, I'm learning) are very decisive, and won't think twice about letting you know they aren't satisfied.
If resting a hand doesn't work, I'll try patting his back like a heartbeat. Next step is gently jostling him, like how you would jiggle jello on a plate. If none of that settles him, then picking him up almost always makes him happy.
If it doesn't (it didn't always with our daughter), I would escalate to rocking or walking or shushing or swinging it bouncing, or some combination of those. If nothing works, and he's still crying after a few minutes, I try to put him down in a new position - on the changing table, in the swing or bouncer, or in his crib. Sometimes he does NOT want any of those soothing attempts, and wants to be left alone. And then sometimes, if none of that works, always try nursing. Even if it wasn't what he originally wanted, it's soothing and can sometimes chill a fussy little person out.
If nothing works and you find the baby is a screamer, take turns and wear earplugs until you can talk to the doctor about reasons why your baby might be colicky.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
The conversation started somewhere else, though, but I didn't really understand it at first.
We had just finished dinner, and Biggest Brother had gobbled down a man-sized portion, and then asked to "be naked?" (I keep the house around 68 degrees, and it's in the 30s outside today. I have no idea how my toddlers can stand running around in just their chonies in that temperature, but it's their favorite part of the day and not only does it burn some energy, it gets them one step closer to their pajamas.) So the entire time we discussed "dresses" and marriage, the Biggest Brother is laying on Littlest Brother's playmat in his favorite racecar underpants.
Big Brother demanded, "Me want wear dress." I was sorta distracted and so replied something like "Huh, what dress? You don't have dresses."
|This is his "Look at that awesome thing!" face.|
None of those happened, mainly because I was distracted, but also because I've learned that if I attempt to fill in too many words for my son, he'll be agreeable and I'll miss hearing his idea. His ideas are still fleeting things as they're not yet grounded in a vast vocabulary. Instead, since I seemed confused about what he was talking about, he tried out a synonym to see if that would help him communicate with his confused mom. (He calls me mom now! When did my toddler turn into a child?!)
"Boy dress, mom."
"Huh? What boy wore a dress?"
"Daddy. When get married."
Now I know he's either talking about our wedding book or the wedding we just attended a few weeks ago.
"OH! What Daddy wore to the wedding? Daddy wore a suit! Boys wear suits to weddings, and girls wear dresses." (I know it's oversimplified, shut up.)
"Yes. Buy me suit, mom."
Undeterred by my inability to understand basic
He then began to explain why he needed me to buy him a suit.
"Me get married, mom."
"Oh? Who are you going to marry?"
And then he proceeded to list his aunts, his grandmas, me, his cousins, and then his sister (in that order), and I had to let him know that no, they were all family or married already, so he had to pick someone else. I was surprised he picked all girls, and I think he understood that he would need to wait until he's older to pick someone.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Hope the hussy at my old domain name doesn't offend anyone too much.
Woot woot! Got it all sorted. I spent way too long last night trying to figure out the problem on my own, when submitting a ticket to Google was how I actually made progress in fixing the problem. Now if I could only remember how I submitted a ticket...