Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Spring Break from EI. aka: What life was life before.
EI-EI-O
Monday, March 8, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
I'd rather have a 3rd Csection than have this.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
You get more bees with honey...or in this case, a second hour of OT.
No, he doesn't want a F&*()*(*% balloon.
Cry. Eat. Poop. Repeat
1.) I am too cheap to buy formula.
2.) I am too lazy to clean bottles.
3.) I burn 20 calories for every ounce he eats, and I really hate working out.
4.) I heard that breastfed babies are never wait listed for Harvard.
But man, do I wish I could just shove a bottle in his mouth some nights, so I can sleep through.
Five more minutes, and if he's still wailing...I'll go in.
With a two-bedroom house, and two kids...lil Hog is still in our room because Moose is such a light sleeper.
Ugh, wish I would have planned that better.
Screams are now turning into despeate pleas for boob.
Off to nourish the young.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
My Baby CAN READ!
o really, he can't. Not yet.
Back when I was a classroom teacher sans small children, I attended a workshop by reading guru Jim Trelease, author of THE READ-ALOUD HANDBOOK. His suggestions are basic. Read to your child. Daily and often. Go to the library and bookstore. Never use "no bedtime stories" as a punishment.
One of his suggestions threw me against the blackboard. Something SO simple every parent can do, if they have a remote control.
Turn on your close captioning or subtitling option. Kids in the Netherlands don't receive formal reading instruction until the age of seven and most can read before entering school.
Why?
All television there is close-captioned. Think of it as a talking book.
So, jab, jab, PUNCH, American Academy of Pediatrics. My guilt is lessened when my Moose's eyes are glued to his beloved Elmo as the words dance across the bottom of the screen.
Best of all. It's free.
paying for ther-a-pay!
We live on Sesame Street.
No tv for kids under 2? Seriously?
Do these doctors have small children at home? Well, they probably do, but they are with the nannies all day. I’d bet my morning coffee their nannies use a lil PBS for sanity here and there.
Back when Moose was a mere 18 months old, and we had a family wedding in Vegas...I brought him along. With a DVD player and two Elmo videos. Said DVD player busted on the return flight. Flight was delayed four hours. Moose screamed for hours.
Curse, you AAP.
If I need to take a shower, the furry red monster is my built-in babysitter. Moose, my 2 year old, doesn’t budge if Elmo graces the screen. If my Moose runs laps in his room instead of napping, and Mommy is about to open up a bottle of vino at 2pm, I turn to my new best friend, Elmo. Elmo, you are my hero.
So, American Academy of Pediatrics, you can suck it. I am not a crappy mother because I let my child visit Sesame Street daily. I am a mother with some sanity, and a showered body, most days.