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A New Year’s quicky.

A New Year’s quicky.
Girl Who Had Everything

I'm feeling a bit like Liz today.

Well, its a new year with all new possibilities. I’m feeling lighter, emotionally and physically. New Year’s weekend was pretty wonderful for me and I’m trying to carry that through for as long as I can. I finally got some real ME time by surrounding myself with girlfriends, while leaving the boys with Kofi over night and in to the next day. I missed my family, but the time away was refreshing to say the least. All that was necessary for my little getaway was a breast pump and an incredibly wonderful husband to hold down the fort. I thank my lucky stars that Kofi is so supportive and understanding of my needs. He had some bonding time with his sons and I was able to be girly and slightly irresponsible. I loved it!

I now feel like I can reasonably deal with Miles’ insubordinate behavior without become a wailing banshee. It does no good for either of us when all my patience is gone. Maybe we both needed the time apart. All I know is that yesterday, we had a fantastic day of playing, eating, talking and just being a family. It was marvelous.

Also I’m happy to say that I reached my weight loss goal for 2011. The baby weight is gone plus a little extra. This year I hope to just firm up and get down to the weight I was when I met Kofi. I can do it!

So, I’m looking forward to this new year. I’m very curious to see what it will bring to us or what we’ll bring to ourselves.

Let sleeping babies…ya know…sleep.

Let sleeping babies…ya know…sleep.
German chamomile

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Juni is still not completely past the colic and it is definitely wearing on me. He’s much better now, but he has his bad days. I’m shocked that at this point Miles doesn’t hate both of us. I’m constantly shushing him so that Juniper will sleep a little longer. I just need the quiet is all. I know it’s good to let babies get use to sleeping through noisy situations so they know the difference between night time and day time sleeping, but… honestly my brain needs him to sleep. So far gripe water is the only thing that will calm him when he’s deep into the crying. If I didn’t have that at the ready, I’d probably have gone postal by now. I’ve just gone a teeny bit crazy, so that’s not too bad I guess.

To any mama going through this with her little bundle of heaven, I highly recommend Wellements Gripe Water For Colic. It’s made with organic ginger and fennel extracts as well as organic chamomile flower. It has no alcohol or sucrose in it. It’s been mommy’s little helper for the past month or so. I don’t know what I did before it or what I’d do without it. You can order it at the link above. Luckily it is also sold at Kid to Kid Consignment stores, which has a store local to me.

I’d love to hear from anyone that has survived colic with their baby. If you have any hints or magic trick you’d like to share with the rest of us, please comment here. Thanks!

Food, food, food…

Food, food, food…

Why has food ALWAYS been such a huge part of my life? Well, I’m part Italian. That’s a start. Every holiday, birthday or celebration of any kind throughout my life has centered around it. Food means family. Food means love. Food means celebrating life and all the happiness it can bring. Food creates memories through tastes, smells and textures. Creating that love, warmth and happiness in the kitchen has been something that linked me to my parents, brothers and sisters during these years of separation that comes from becoming an adult and having my own family. Remembering how happy I could be as a child sitting in the kitchen watching my mother whip up a batch of blueberry pancakes in the shapes of snowmen or my initials, makes me want to create those memories for my kids.

My husband doesn’t share this love of food that I have and it’s been a reoccurring (sometimes stressful) topic of conversation for us. Food is a necessity for him while it remains a pleasure for me. It’s fine, we share enough similar interests and beliefs to carry us through and keep things fresh. I’m the one that does the majority of the cooking and makes the nutritional choices in the house. Miles has a pretty extensive list of foods he really likes  and it pleases me immensely.  As a mother who’s main focus is on positive eating habits and a well rounded diet I thank my lucky stars everyday that he has been so agreeable to trying new flavors. We did go through our very rough patch with getting him to eat his dinner without having an all out war, but it was short lived and more our issue than his. Once we were able to get over our “clean your plate” hangups, everything seemed to fall into place.

I’m not a food nazi, at least I don’t feel like I am. I just try to keep the majority of what we eat as a family in the whole food zone and bring the treats out for special occasions. I’m not going to lie to make myself look or feel better, we do from time to time eat some pretty yummy junk food. It’s just few and far between. A five dollar pizza deal here, a diner meal there (complete with french fries and a free cookie at the register). On a daily basis though, I cook, bake, can or freeze what we eat and it takes me back to those days in the kitchen with my parents. Dad, stirring a gigantic pot of tomato sauce with sausages and meatballs and my mom pouring homemade pear butter into jars in the fall. Sigh…

And so I cook and I eat and I love. Not always in that order.

“It’s not what you feed your child, but how you feed them.”

“It’s not what you feed your child, but how you feed them.”

Miles' first hated food. The dreaded peas!

According to ‘Feeding Your Child for Lifelong Health’, I’ve been a fool.

Yes that right a fool. Not about what I feed my son, but how I feed him. I’m only 3 chapters in and I already feel like a flaming idiot. Every single tactic that I’ve tried to get Miles to eat at dinner time has been wrong according to Susan B. Roberts, Ph.D. and Melvin B. Heyman, M.D.. It’s as if they snuck into my dining room and planted a hidden camera to pick up all the ridiculous phrases that have come out of my mouth and the million annoyances that I’ve hurled at Miles to get him to eat what I want him to, at the speed which I think it should be eaten. Then they sat down and wrote a 300+ page book about what they saw and heard as a cautionary tale to parents everywhere of what not to do if you want your child to eat the food you’ve cooked.

I’m guessing that this book exists because there are many many parents out there that are going through the same daily eating dramas as my husband and I are. For us at least it’s only one meal a day that is a hassle. Dinner. When I’m tired from the day and just want it to be all over and for everyone to eat and enjoy what I’ve cooked. By the end of the meal, I’m so annoyed that I don’t even enjoy it because I’ve spent most of the time trying to coerce Miles to eat his meal. With him only usually voluntarily eating one of the things I’ve made, Kofi and I spend the better part of the meal thinking up schemes to trick him into eating everything on his plate. What was I thinking?!

Kofi (wanting to keep me from going postal) follows my lead and joins in the dinner time antics of choo choos, helicopters, airplanes and yes even an “if you eat this, dada will do a dance for you” to get the unwanted food down his throat. Seriously, this is what two intelligent adults have been reduced to.

So far what I’ve learned from this book is that you offer the options, if they are not taken, don’t sweat it. We enjoy our dinner, he eats what he needs from the meal without coercion from either of us and eventually if he sees that we are not setting up these negative food experiences for him, he will want to eat what his family is enjoying. Will it actually work, hmmm… well, let’s just say at this point I’m willing to find out. When he refuses a food, I’ll keep putting it on the table. Supposedly after he sees that it is a usual part of our food repertoire, he’ll work it into his. I’ve also learned that at this point in his development, the more I push a food the less likely he is to want it. The more I praise him for eating something, the less likely he is to want to continue eating it. So, the school of thought here is to not push or encourage when it comes to food and he will naturally find his way back to the foods he use to enjoy.

Like I said, I’m only about 3 chapters in so there’s a lot more information to digest. I’m so hoping that this book will help us all get out of our negative food pattern that has developed over the past few months. I’d love to hear from others what their experiences with keeping their children healthy and happy at meal time have been.