Thursday, August 18, 2011

Sophie The Giraffe


The original Trinity Fountain in Cambridge, UK
Trinity is teething hardcore. Drool flows from her mouth like a fountain.....haha get it? Trinity Fountain? Sorry I couldn't resist. We'll go there someday. It'll make a nice Christmas card.

Also, I'm the only one who gets to make fun of her name.

Sorry, I totally got off track. Anyway, she chews on everything looking for some relief. Your traditional cold teething ring doesn't really do it for her because, well, it's cold. It makes her hands cold when she stuffs her face with it and she's not a fan. Other than her hands, which must be sore from being chomped on, she prefers to chew on wash cloths, blankets, and clothes. It's weird. I have the weird kid who chews on blankets. But I don't have to. You know what she could use? Sophie the status teether. Every baby who's any baby has a Sophie. Don't know who Sophie is? Check her out:
Sophie is made in the French Alps of 100% natural rubber derived from the sap of a havea tree. (wtf?!) She's hand-painted with edible food-quality paint. Your baby needs one! That's what the website says. And for the small fortune of $25, my baby, like every celebrity baby, could have one. Sophie is super cute, and to top it all off, she squeaks. Wait, what? She squeaks? Like a dog toy? Yes. And that's exactly what I thought she was a few years ago when I happened upon this little giraffe posed with a statue on the steps of the Oregon State Capitol. After thinking, 'Why the hell is a rubber giraffe posed with a marble statue in front of the capitol? How random.' I thought, 'Sweet, Guido will love this!' I took Sophie (Raffie) home to my beloved Italian greyhound, and they have been inseparable ever since.

Sophie is the only toy that is still in one piece after enduring Guido's particularly destructive brand of abuse. He can't get enough of the squeak. Therein lies my problem. How can I have the same toy for both my dog and my baby? There's bound to be some confusion. I refuse to spend that much money on something that's going to eventually end up as a new chew toy for my dog. Somehow, two years before my daughter was even thought of, I unknowingly deprived her of perhaps the only thing that can now bring her comfort. Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic. There's always whiskey.

While all the cool babies get giraffes, I'm stuck with a stupid plush flower! First world problems.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Keeping Me Honest

Before they have kids, people always make comments that start with, "When I have kids..." and usually end with how their kids will act or how they will or won't discipline a certain way. And then people do have kids and life happens, and everything they had in mind basically goes out the window. I am no exception, as noted before when I held the baby and pushed the stroller. However, there are still a few parenting practices that I can (as of now) still say I will or won't do. In an attempt to keep me honest, I thought it would be fun to list them. It is quite possible that in a few years I will look back and snort at my naivete, but having them in writing might make me more likely to follow my own rules.

*Disclaimer* This is in no way a judgment of how you choose to parent your children. Whatever keeps you sane is awesome. Rock on.

1. I do not/will not co-sleep. It's just not for me. I can't sleep with anyone touching me, not even Travis. I haven't divided the bed in half with Duct tape yet, but there is an understanding: You stay on your side, Buddy, I'll stay on mine. Love ya, but no touchy touchy. Trinity seems to be the same way. She says "no thanks" to being rocked to sleep. Instead, she likes to be laid in her crib and left the hell alone. More power to ya sister! Growing up, I never even considered my parents' bed an option. Probably because it wasn't. But why would I want to be crammed in one bed listening to them snore when I have my big, quiet, cozy bed to myself? Trinity, if you have a nightmare, I will come to your room and sit with you until you go back to sleep. To bed I said! That's Dr. Seuss, right?

She likes her space
2. I will not count to three. You've heard parents do this if you haven't done it yourself. You're in the grocery store and Parent yells at Kid to come here. Kid doesn't budge. Parent yells again. Nada. Parent says "1." Kid holds his ground. Parent says "2." Kid decides to listen and slowly make his way back to Parent. This only works if Parent has at some point made it to "3" and unleashed all hell on Kid, successfully making Kid terrified of the number 3. I'm nervous about making this rule, because I've seen it work well. You know 3 must be bad if Kid runs back at 1. But what I hate most of all is "2 and a half." No! After 2 comes 3, and after 3 comes unleashed, pent up rage. I probably don't like this method because I am what some might call a control freak. I'm also impatient. Shocking, I know. But giving kids 3 or more chances to listen to you gives them the control. They know exactly what you want them to do, but are choosing to ignore you until the last possible second. Listen to me the first time I ask you to do something or face my hand upside the back of your head, or if you're CPS, I mean time out. My dad says that helped my ears hear better. Time out, of course...

3. I will not make separate dinners. God, I sound so mean. I'm not mean. I'm just too lazy to make two dinners. But if I went through the trouble of cooking dinner, you damn well better take a bite of it. Just because you want mac and cheese this particular night does not mean you get it. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight we are having chicken and green beans, what would you like to go with it? Oh you want some applesauce? Ok we can have that too. See? I'm nice. This is also a health issue. My kid will probably not specifically ask for green beans, but if it happens to be on her plate, she may end up consuming a few. For quite some time, my parents made me a separate meal, and then eventually my intestine collapsed because, surprise! hot dogs and mac and cheese do not equal a balanced diet.

Peas are good, mmkay.
4. I will not use TV as a babysitter. Ahh but it would be so easy to do! I will probably break this one at some point. After all there are some educational shows on TV these days. Have you seen Word World? Awesome show. I let her watch Your Baby Can Read now, because I want her to be a baby genius. Sometimes when I watch TV, I notice that she's watching too. I was a little concerned the other day when I turned on Shark Week and she laughed when a lady got attacked. I just don't want to get into a habit of plopping her down in front of whatever's on just so I can fold my laundry in peace, and then make a phone call, take a shower, cook dinner, oh no the day is gone and all you've done is watch TV. Go outside and practice cartwheels or something.

Shark attacks dissolve her into fits of giggles
5. I will follow through on the threats I make. This is both to make her realize that her actions have consequences, and for me to be sure I'm ready to follow through when I make a threat. So if I tell her that if she doesn't quit screaming, we are leaving the grocery store, I better be prepared to leave the grocery store without my cart full of groceries. And if I tell her that she needs to finish her green beans before she gets dessert, then I need to make sure the dessert doesn't come out until the green beans are gone. Ugh, that sounds tiring.  As Grandma would say, Life is short. Eat dessert first. There. Problem solved.

Being a parent has already made me crazy, and it's only been 4 months. It's full of guilt and stress about what's right and wrong. Will this make my kid a psycho? Am I holding her enough? Too much? To spank or not to spank? To leash or not to leash? Pierce her ears as a baby or wait til she's old enough to take care of them herself? We all want smart, healthy, self-sufficient, respectful, socially acceptable little athletes, but everyone has a different way of getting there.

I'd like to hear what everyone else said they would or wouldn't do before becoming a parent, and how it's changed since you have. Or, if you don't have kids, what are your parent pet peeves that you say you'll never do?

Sunday, August 7, 2011

My Sweet Potato ate a Sweet Potato!

Trinity is now 4.5 months old, and ever since I bought the Magic Bullet I have been eager to start making her some baby food. She just went in for her shots, and the pediatrician gave us the go-ahead to start feeding her solids, probably to help her body support her giant head (80th percentile!!). Of course she advised us to start with rice cereal. Boring! After much research, I learned that there is no medical reason why rice cereal should be baby's first food. It's basically just carbs, with no real nutritional value. But I bought some just to have it. I also bought a sweet potato. I remember my niece loving them, so I figured I would give it a shot. The weird thing is I could only find white sweet potatoes. I didn't even know those existed, but figured, what the hell, now if it gets on her clothes it won't stain as bad. So I brought it home, peeled it, steamed it, put it in the Magic Bullet with some breast milk for a familiar taste and thinner consistency and Wah Lah! Homemade baby food! Then I filled up an ice cube tray with my mixture, froze it, and emptied it into a plastic bag. For the cost of 68 cents I now have several servings of food.

It's actually quite tasty!

Making it was the easy part. Now I have to get her to eat it. So far she's licked a Cheeto, gummed an olive, sucked on a pineapple, and had a drop of root beer and whipped cream (damn those grandparents!) But she's never actually consumed anything other than milk, so here goes. Instead of telling you about it, I thought I would let Trinity illustrate her experience for you:

Food goes here Mom. Duh!

In my highchair. Got my bib on. I rock at this eating thing!
WTF is in my mouth?!?!? No seriously. WHAT. IS. THAT?



Did I say you could do that again? NO! If only I had hand control!



Why would you do this Mom? You're dead to me.
JK. I still love ya. But let's not do that again. K?
I think it went well. I can't be sure that any of it was actually swallowed, but Rome wasn't built in a day. Apparently, once babies start solids you can tell what they've been eating by looking at (and smelling) the contents of their diaper. I've never been so excited for poop in my life! How sad is that?