mommy rumbles
One new mom's journey through diaper changes, hormones, and everything in between.
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Foodie Redefined
Pureed edamame is not his food of choice. Playing with it on the other hand is clearly his game of choice.
Crossroads
Every now and again, I hit a minor crossroads in my life. Today it became apparent that I have hit a major one.
Discipline
It’s official… my little one knows the meaning of “no”!! Tonight, when I got home, he was in rare form. He would grunt, kick his legs, and puff out his little tummy while growling… all in protest of sitting still. After his bath, while I was changing him, he kept kicking out his legs as a sign that he was not happy getting dressed. When I would say a stern” no”, he would quickly turn his head to his left, roll his eyes, and look away. He’d wait 3 seconds (or so), look back at me for a reaction and then proceed to kick his chubby legs again. This went on for a total of 7 minutes (and approximately 10 head turns). Oy! Help!
Sleep Training
Sleep training has been an interesting process to say the least. It was a piece of cake up until the little guy came down with a combo punch of The Croup and a stomach bug. From there, sleep training was put on hiatus for two weeks. The third week, which was Thanksgiving, was spent with family (300 miles away) who labeled us “evil” for letting our little man cry it out. Although I know they were half joking, all schedules and training went out the door. Which brings us to this week. Sunday thru Tuesday were quite tough as my little bear screamed bloody murder for 15 minutes before crashing. Wednesday was easier and last night… well last night was different. He became restless at 11p and sort of cried/whined for an hour. I finally went in when he was back to what I thought was a restful sleep only to find my little bear had a diaper full of poop! I was so mortified! No wonder the little guy couldn’t sleep restfully, he was calling us to change his diaper! Sad to say, but I now know why my family called us evil. Mommy guilt has now set in…
I pride myself
I pride myself on being a good mom. I pride myself on being a realistic mom. I pride myself on never comparing my little guy to other kids. However, today was slightly different. Today I took the little guy to the pediatrician for his flu shot. I absolutely love his doctor and the nurses at the practice because they make his appointments a joyful event. Right before the nurse administered his flu shot, she lamented over how advanced (and adorable) he was for a 7 month old and I proudly mentioned that he’s been sitting up since he was 3.5 months. When she asked if he was crawling, I said no. The nurse, who might I add is a gem, proceeded to tell me of her grandson who crawled at 4 months and walked at 8 months. Pride went out the window. I am now thinking of enrolling my little guy into walking lessons. Okay, I exaagerate but you get the drift.
