Archive | June, 2006

Nursery Rhymes and Lullabies

30 Jun

JB and I are finding that it is challenging to dig into the archives of our brains and recite nursery rhymes or sing lullabies or childhood songs to our daughter. We both seem to remember the beginning of the songs or rhymes, but then find that we have to get creative to make our way through to the finish. Last night, this was a conversation we had:

JB (to Madelynn): There was an old lady that lived in a shoe. She had twelve children and nothing to do.
LB: Oh, come on, if you have twelve children, you DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. Believe me, you have plenty to do!
JB: No, I’m right. Go Google it.

Well, turns out that we were both wrong (she’s an old woman, not an old lady). Here is what Google turned up. We really need to get a nursery rhyme book before we start embelishing too much and really confusing our child once she starts talking to other kids!

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread.
She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

Man, that old woman was MEAN. I didn’t remember her being mean!

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

29 Jun

Happy 43rd anniversary to my parents! It’s hard to imagine being married that long, but it is a good goal to strive towards.

My Full Circle Moment

26 Jun

This weekend was monumental for both Madelynn and I, as I took her to the pool for the first time. I suited her up in her brand new 12 month size swim suit (which was a bit TIGHT), and went to the pool at my gym, where we were the only people in the pool. She loved it, and I think I have a little water baby on my hands.

This was truly a full-circle moment for me (as Oprah would call it), as I used to teach Parent-Tot swim lessons, and always dreamed of teaching my own child to swim one day. It was so much fun to introduce her to the water, something I have loved all my life.

That afternoon, I noticed her eye was a bit gooky, and luckily, I trusted my instincts and called Pediatric Urgent Care, who confirmed she had pink eye. Luckily, they called in a prescription for her, and her eye is back to normal today. JB was convinced she got pink eye from the pool, but I’m sure that she got it from daycare the previous day.

On Sunday night, we went to a bar-b-que at a friend’s house in our neighborhood. Madelynn wore an adorable Baby Gap dress and matching hat that her Grandma Cook gave her. Unfortunately, in this picture, her dad had flipped up her hat so it looks a bit dorky. Also, she was fascinated by a man sitting across the table from her, so I couldn’t get her to look at me.

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Here is a picture of my adorable niece, Kacey, who was quite fond of this naked baby doll for most of the party.

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This is my friend’s daughter, Kali. All of the kids at the party were girls, and we laughed as they traded boots, sunglasses, and pushed around baby strollers.

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Here I am with my daughter and my friend, Janyce, the host of our lovely bar-b-que. Notice the awsome sunset in the upper right hand corner.

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And here is a picture of Madelynn on Friday, which was Rodeo Day at daycare. This outfit was a gift from my old college roommate, and was the hit of her room in daycare!

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By the way, I swapped out Madelynn’s wardrobe this weekend to 6-9 month sizes, which are fitting her perfectly… Good golly, she is a big baby!

Moving On To Real Food

22 Jun

When the doctor told me last week I could start Madelynn on Rice Cereal, I wasn’t in a big rush. The whole eating real food thing just seems like a big mess and like it takes a lot more time and effort than a bottle.

But after talking to several moms I know, everyone was really excited, and said I must start her right away. Seriously, you’d think my child just won a full-ride scholarship the way some of these people got all revved up about Rice Cereal.

Yesterday, one of those mom friends gave me a bunch of infant cereal that she had left over, so I figured why not give it a shot?

I didn’t realize how entertaining it would be.

Madelynn was sitting in her Bumbo, and I handed JB the camera, telling him we were going to document her first taste of Rice Cereal.

“Why?” he asked. He didn’t understand why we needed to start her on cereal, and why we should bother photographing it.

After I put the first spoonful in her mouth, it was blatently obvious. The cereal just sat there on her tongue, and she had no idea what to do with it.

This was endlessly entertaining for us.

I’m not convinced that she got any actual nutrition from the effort, but it got a lot of laughs from her parents.

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And now, an unrelated picture in honor of her father and grandfathers.

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Little Miss Cranky Pants

20 Jun

Madelynn has been on the fritz lately. Something seems to be bugging her, but we’re not quite sure what it is. For the past week, she has been having full-on melt downs. It started last week around her bed time, but now it’s getting earlier, and lasting later.

Last night, she stayed up until midnight, even though we tried to start putting her down at 9pm. She was then up this morning at 5:30am. Ugha. I don’t know what happened to the baby that used to sleep 10 hours a night, but I sure miss her. She was a much happier baby, too.

Her new trick in the mornings is to be uninterested in food during the 45 minutes I’m pumping, when I try to feed her. She thinks this is playtime, and then when I’m done pumping and it’s time for me to get ready for work (when she would usually play and be content), that is when she wants to eat and gets really cranky. In fact, I’m starting to call her Miss Cranky Pants.

Yesterday, after refusing to eat for me for 45 minutes and then demanding her father feed her while she sucked at her liesure (making him late for work), we decided something needed to be done.

That something, I decided, is a hands free bottle. That’s right, as soon as it is mailed, Madelynn will now be able to feed herself when we get in a pinch. I firmly believe she should be held for feedings as much as possible, but at the times when she’s being finicky and not cooperating with our busy morning schedule, we’ll now have a backup plan.

*fingers crossed that this works*

And in the mean time, I sure hope whatever is bugging her subsides. I think it’s tummy issues, as she has been spitting up a lot more (she absolutely covered me in it yesterday after work). Her daycare caretaker said that all babies go through this. I’d call the pediatrician, but I’m sure he’d just tell me he doesn’t venture to guess why a baby cries (a quote I’ve heard several times from him).

Happy Baby, please come back.

She’s a BIG Baby

19 Jun

We had Madelynn’s 4 month appointment on Friday, and the verdict is in.

She is a gigantic baby.

It’s not surprising, considering the stock she comes from, but it has been confirmed — she is larger than 95% of the baby population in both height and weight.

Part of me is proud of my uber-healthy daughter. But part of me knows what it is like to envy petite women, and well, my daughter I’m sure is going to be anything but petite.

Here are her stats:
17 pounds, 8 ounces
26.5 inches long

As for the rest of the weekend, we stayed close to home. Both nights, we ate on the back patio (pronounced pott-io if you are in my family), where we sipped some wine and enjoyed our fountain.

For Father’s Day, we took the whole family, including our three black dogs and the baby on a hike. I then cooked JB a dinner of dungenous crab, which we paired with a lovely Chardonnay.

Madelynn has been having full on melt-downs right before bed for the past several days. We are pretty baffled by this behavior, as we try not to let her get over-tired or over-hungry, but she still lets loose.

That’s about all I have to report. Sorry I’m so uninspired today!

Perhaps I’ll Let My Baby Ride the Mechanical Bull…

15 Jun

I’m sure by now many of you have seen the public health campaign ad for breastfeeding. For those of you that haven’t seen it, the ad depicts pregnant women doing dangerous things, such as riding a mechanical bull or participating in log rolling (running on a log in the water). The ad then says something like, “you wouldn’t do things to put your baby at risk while you’re pregnant, why do it afterwards? Breastfeed exclusively for six months.”

I’m pretty livid about this campaign. First of all, not breastfeeding your baby doesn’t mean you’re putting your child’s life AT RISK, or that it is dangerous. You simply aren’t getting some of the antibodies that are in breastmilk. Period. So many women WANT to breastfeed, but can’t for some reason. Look at me – I tried like heck, but my baby was a “lazy sucker” (as dubbed by the lactation consultant) and my Pediatrician started having me supplement with a bottle of formula after every feeding, which gave her nipple confusion and the breastfeeding effort was officially OVER.

I was doing what my doctor said. Do these people think that by following my doctor’s advice I was putting my baby AT RISK?! Secondly, I spend about 2 1/2 hours a day pumping, but I can’t seem to keep up with my baby’s appetite, so I am forced to supplement with formula. That means I’m not “exclusively breastfeeding”, per what the ad says. So, once again, they are implying that I’m putting my baby at risk, despite all of my efforts.

I have tried pumping more (up to 4 hours a day). I have tried prescription medication to increase my milk supply. I have tried herbal supplements and teas to help my milk supply. Regardless of what I try, she is still getting between 8-12 ounces of formula a day.

I personally think that she is getting enough milk to get the health benefits, but am still in shock that anyone would say that not breastfeeding or exclusively breastfeeding is as risky as riding a mechanical bull in your third trimester.

No offense to my male readership, but I think that a man wrote that ad.

NBC Nightly News did a story on the ads last night, and interviewed one woman who said she quit her job so that she could breastfeed.

Well, goody good for you. We all don’t have that luxury.

That same woman then took the cameraman to her freezer, and showed rows upon rows of frozen breastmilk bags.

To that woman, I say, “bite me”. For all of the time I’ve spent at the pump, I should have frozen milk in reserve, but I evidently have lazy boobs, so I don’t appreciate her rubbing her over-achieving boobs in my face.

Thankyouverymuch.

OK, rant over. Continue on with your normal daily activities.