Monthly Archives: June 2011

She Says… More Bites, Please!

When Owen first started eating solid food, it opened a door to a world of fun things for us to do together. I adored the process of making his food and figuring out fun new combinations to feed him. Throughout the last 8 months he has eaten tons and tons and tons of different foods and he has gobbled up each and every one.

Believe me, I thank my lucky stars every day that this has been so fun and easy for us, because I fully realize it could change on a dime!

We started purees early, right when he turned 4 months old, and he moved up to “chunky” purees quickly. Hungry baby! Soon we were mixing veggies and proteins and grains to make little meals to keep him full and happy. Nom nom nom. He is a voracious eater. Honestly, I think if I left him in his high chair with some food all day he would never stop eating.

Since he started getting teeth he’s been more and more interested in “bites” rather than purees. For the last few months I have been giving him some bites along with his pureed meal to give him some practice chewing and figuring out how to get food into his mouth. But in the last few weeks the ratio has changed to be about 75% bites and 25% puree. He wants to feed himself. He is so intent on picking up everything I put on his tray that he pushes the spoon away when I try to feed him. Too busy working on these bites, Mama!

I think we’re at the end of an era, folks.

It seemed like my baby eating baby food was going to last forever. I kind of wanted it to last forever. It was such a special thing we did together. But alas, he’s becoming such a little person now that he wants to eat bites all the time… and feed himself, too! It’s pretty amazing.

I adore watching him eat. The way his chubby fingers select the one bite he wants. The way he turns to food around and looks at it before jamming it into his mouth, sometimes missing and hitting his cheek or chin. The way he giggles with his mouth open and little bits come flying out. The way he holds his open palm out to the dog for him to sniff and lick. The way he smacks his tray in happiness when he tastes delicious foods. It’s so precious.

I know that we’ll still bond over food as he grows up and eats more and more bites. And I’m still making all of his food, but there’s something so different about making him “big people” food instead of puree. Baby’s growin’ up. And Mama needs to move on. And while it’s thrilling to watch him grow, there’s a bit of sadness there too. Were you sad to move away from purees or excited that your baby could finally eat “real” food?

Also, now that he’s eating bites I feel like he’s getting a lot less food. He used to eat multiple bowls of purees mixed with whole grains like quinoa and brown rice. Now I find that grains are harder for him to feed himself, and since he’s allergic to oats and wheat/gluten free, it’s harder to find soft, moist grainy things like breads that are easy to pick up. He eats whole proteins like beans and chicken and beef and fish and cheese, and all kinds of fruits and veggies cut up into small pieces. So I’m sure he’s getting great food. It just doesn’t always seem like enough, especially compared to what he was eating from a bowl. What are/were your baby’s favorite “bites”?

She Says… What Are You Pushing?

In addition to eating things all day long (per yesterday’s post), Owen’s new favorite activity is PUSHING things. His little legs were made for walking, and when he can’t find the finger or legs of an unsuspecting person to grab on to and take off running, he pushes random objects across the floor. He’s like a little bulldozer recently. Folding chairs, toys, laundry baskets, empty cardboard boxes, etc.

The other day I caught him doing this.


 

He did it for at least 15 minutes. That’s precisely 7.3 laps from our new front hall to the kitchen to the dining room and back around to the front hall.

Still going…

Not a bad workout for either one of us, really.

She Says… What Are You Eating?

Given how mobile and busy and curious my little man is, I find myself saying this all day long! The answer is below. For one day, at least.

6:30am Lovey. In crib. (Seriously… gnawing on its gross little foot. Gross no matter how often I wash it and rotate it with the other 3 loveys we have).

6:36am Banana toothbrush. (My “you only get to play with this on the changing table” toy to keep him busy while I change his diaper lightning fast to avoid poop smeared all over the wall). Hilarious AND useful.

6:45am Bottle.

6:59am Telephone.

7:30am Coffee table.

8:17am Breakfast. (Finally something he’s supposed to be eating).

8:42am Gift card I’m trying to remember to spend.

(Nap)

10:59am Lovey. In crib.

11:02am Bottle.

11:15am Night light. Pulled off the wall by you-know-who.

11:36am Baby monitor.

11:56am Doggie paw. Doggie ear. Doggie whiskers. Doggie tail. Doggie toy.

12:11pm Socks.

12:42pm Mama’s leg. Ummm, ouch.

1:10pm Dog food. (Ok, not really. Dog food is dangerous for babies, so we pick up the food bowl after Schnitzel eats. But once in awhile Owen gets his fingers in the dog water!).

1:18pm Lunch.

1:47pm Books. (So much better to eat than to read).

(Nap)

3:00pm Bottle.

3:14pm Loofah.

3:37pm Cow toy.

4:01pm Medicine bottle.

4:23pm Power cords.

4:45pm A shoe.

5:00pm Dinner. (It’s not like I don’t feed the child!).

5:36pm Sunscreen.

6:15pm Toilet paper.

6:16pm Medicine dropper.

6:17pm Toothbrush.

6:18pm Bath toys.

6:36pm Bottle.

6:40pm Lovey.

BEDTIME.

Phew!

 

 

She Says… 11 Months

My sweet toddling little man,

Confession: We missed taking pictures last month. Alas, amidst moving boxes and going to the beach and starting your new daycare, we just couldn’t get our act together to get you in that chair and take your picture. Sorry, bud. You’ll just have to trust me that you were as cute as ever.

You are officially one month shy of your first birthday. Honestly, the time is flying by so quickly I can barely stand it. Sometimes when people ask me how old you are, I begin to say “5 months” or “6 months” and then realize that — yikes! — you keep getting older. And, I might add, more and more entertaining and fun. Not that you weren’t fun before, because you were, but now you are the full-on court jester in our house. You LOVE to be the center of attention and to show off. You smile for the camera, copy sounds on command, wander around yelling new gibberish words and blowing raspberries. You are, without a doubt, the life of the party. And quite a ham. You throw your head back and laugh and laugh at funny faces and funny sounds and pretty much anything Daddy does. You wriggle down from our laps to give the dog your patented love pats whacks and do. not. stop. moving. EVER.

I have come to realize that you are one of those “busy” babies. Like we didn’t know that before! You are a speed crawler who can get your little hands in the dog bowl before I can launch myself across the room to stop you. You open every door and drawer you can get your hands on, and inevitably get your fingers stuck, even when they are baby proofed. You’re sneaky like that.

And you’re not just crawling anymore. No, sir. We have officially entered the world of toddlerdom. You took your first little baby steps when you were 10 1/2 months old, and now you’re walking so far that we’re no longer counting in steps. You scamper up both flights of stairs in our house like they are nothing. We’re working on teaching you to go back down on your butt, but you would rather just hold our fingers and step blindly off each step, without a thought as to what is below.

You are fearless. Utterly fearless. And sometimes it scares the crap out of me. Judging by what your Daddy was like when he was a child, you get that from him. And I’m sure I have many more years of heartstopping moments ahead of me with you, my little daredevil. As if you couldn’t tell from these pictures, it’s just about impossible to get you to sit still for a picture. It’s a wonder we have any in focus at all. I think the days of monthly photos are nearing a close!

Just like when you were a tiny baby, music is just about your favorite thing ever. If you’re sad or oonchy (as we like to call it, when you’re squirmy and agitated for no apparent reason), I can always ALWAYS make you smile with a song. Recently you’ve started dancing when you hear music, whether it’s the radio or the ABC’s. It’s funny, because neither Daddy nor I bounce as soon as music comes on, but you’ve learned that dancing is just what you do when the music moves you. And so you do. You’re fascinated with your musical toys, and have become totally head over heels in love with our djembe drum. You smack the top and tap with with your fingers and push it over on its side and pat the side.

You started your new daycare and have adjusted better than even I expected. All of the teachers can’t stop fawning over your rock star hair and adorable giggle. You haven’t figured out how to nap there very well (yet), but you couldn’t be happier or more agreeable despite the lack of sleep. And you make up for it by sleeping like a rock at night.

You impress me and amaze me every day with what an easygoing little guy you are. You are flexible, yet opinionated. Sweet, yet stubborn. Scheduled, yet curious and open.

Owen, I am so proud of the person you are becoming. It makes me just about burst with happiness that you are exactly who you are. And that will always be the case. I love you so blindly, so unconditionally, so wholly that there isn’t a thing in the world you could do to change it.

I can’t wait to see what you’ll do today to make me laugh. Because it’s always something.

Love,
Mama

She Says… Busy Little Bee

Owen has been a mover and a shaker since the day he was born. Heck, since before he was born. I remember being rocked from side to side as he rolled and tumbled in my stomach in those last few weeks. He dominated tummy time even as a tiny babe, and the movement milestones haven’t stopped since. When he gets ahold of your finger or hand or leg (or leg hair, in Benjamin’s case), he will pull up to a stand and barrel forwards, head first, so quickly you don’t have much choice but to go right along with him. The second his butt touches the ground, he’s back up. Crawling, scooting, using his patented one-knee-one-foot scramble to get across the room as quickly as possible.

Nothing is safe.

NOTHING.

Even before he has finished his bottle these days, he wants to get down from my lap. He smacks the table and dances around, taking sips of his bottle in between. He clamors up the couch cushions and smacks the wall, pulls at curtains and throws himself backwards onto pillows. He can climb up on top of anything.

His favorite thing to play with right now, despite my firm “no” and moving him away from it (and it away from him)? The dog bowl. Oh, shiny silver bowl covered in doggie slime. He sneaks around and speeds across the kitchen to get even just one tiny finger in that water and splash around. He knows he’s not supposed to do it. Before he touches it he even turns around to look at me and smiles. Mischievous little imp. Then, despite my protests, he laughs and does it anyway. … It’s a good thing he’s so darn cute. I move the dog bowl up onto the counter so often that the poor dog is going to be dehydrated!

Yesterday at daycare the teach said to me, “Phew, he is one of the BUSIEST babies I have ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of babies”. Hmmm. I guess I always thought he was just a one year old. But perhaps I have been blessed with a particularly active and curious and daring and fearless one year old.

Another mom I know mentioned that she hasn’t even babyproofed her kitchen cabinets yet, and she has a 13 month old. Ha! As soon as Owen could move across the floor he was opening and closing drawers and doors and slamming his fingers in them. Busy is right.Thank goodness our new house has baby proofing on all cabinets, drawers, doors and stairs.We need every one!

And since we’re in full on teething mode here at the This Place is Now a Home home (4 teeth pushing through at the moment… it’s not a wonder he’s been on and off Ibuprofen for the last few weeks!), my busy boy puts everything he can reach in his mouth. Especially things he’s not supposed to eat. Like nightlights. And shoes. And laundry. And dog toys. It is a full time job just keeping up with him and making sure he’s not eating something he shouldn’t be (despite my best efforts at baby proofing!). Phew, I’m exhausted.

Do you have a busy baby? Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a baby who would tolerate (even enjoy?) sitting with me a reading a book, or playing quietly in one place for a few minutes at a time, rather than a little explorer. But I must say, having little Christopher Columbus certainly keeps me on my toes (and has definitely helped me lose the last of my baby weight, and then some!).

She Says… Our Other Baby

I know most of the time I write about Owen, so aside from the “dog & baby show” posts I write, you may forget about our OTHER baby. Our FIRST baby.

The furry one.

The one who entertains Owen like no other. The gigantic lovemuffin who doesn’t realize his own size. Who is taller than me on his hind legs, but has irrational fears of things like garbage bags and stairs.

About a week ago I noticed Schnitzel had some little red bumps on his skin and he seemed to be scratching a bit more than usual. He is outside playing a lot, and since we moved we’ve spent a lot of time outside on our deck while he lounges in the yard, so I thought maybe they were little bug bites. Then two days ago I noticed that he was itching a spot on his knee so much that he had rubbed away the skin and it looked pink and raw. No time like the present to find a new vet!

Turns out he has a minor skin infection (hence the itching and red bumps). But that’s not all. Apparently it is standard practice to do a yearly lyme test at this new vet since now we’re out in lyme disease country and not in the city. Schnitzel’s first lyme test was positive! Eeek! Since he isn’t acting sick at the moment and hasn’t had a known case of lyme disease in the past, the vet said that it probably means that he was infected by a tick previously but his body fought off the infection successfully. I am disappointed that our old vet never checked for such a thing; we had no idea! Anyway, apparently lyme disease can mess with the dog’s kidneys, so we did a urinalysis to see how he’s doing in that department.

Side note: Do you know how funny it is to get a urine sample from a dog? They had a vet tech come outside with me after our appointment to see if we could “catch” a sample. The vet said that some dogs are so nervous they can’t pee (that’s the opposite of what I’m like when I’m nervous!), so they could send me home with a cup to get the sample on my own. Are you kidding me? My dog is huge. I’m not going to climb underneath him and hold a tiny cup in his urine stream while wrestling with his leash thankyouverymuch! Thankfully Schnitzel was not one of those scared non-pee-ers (whattagoodboy), and he peed immediately when we walked outside and the vet tech was the one who scrambled and squatted to catch his pee. Problem solved.

So we went home several hundred dollars poorer (but well worth it for a healthy pup!) and with a bag of antibiotic pills for the rash. The vet will call me today with the results from the urinalysis. My fingers are crossed that all is well. Schnitzel is 5 years old and has been healthy as a horse for his whole life. Nothing more than an ear infection and some dry skin issues as a puppy. Let’s not break this streak now, mmmkay?

Also, now that I write that… what’s up with my babies and their weird skin issues? Owen and his eczema and Schnitzel and his rash. If it’s not one baby, it’s the other!

Any tips on giving pills to big dogs? I have to give him 2 pills, twice a day with his meals for the next 10 days. Yesterday and today I stuck them in peanut butter and he thought it was a treat and wolfed it down, but a few minutes ago he just threw up everything he ate for breakfast. Poor doggie dog.

She Says… Nesting

So, the boxes are all unpacked. (Ok, ok, there are a few in the garage and basement that we haven’t unpacked, but they may stay packed up for awhile since they are in storage — so I’m just gonna call us “unpacked”!). It feels SO GOOD to get all of that cardboard out of the house and look around at all of our things in their new homes.

Now we’re into Stage 2 of moving.

NESTING.

You know, the fun part. Putting art on the walls. Framing pictures. Tidying desktops and vacuuming corners and settling in. Last weekend we schlepped over to Lowes and bought something that symbolizes our new status as suburbanites. We already had the minivan (that video still makes me laugh every time), so all we needed now was… a lawnmower.

We had a yard at our old house, but it was a teeny tiny postage stamp of a yard surrounded by patio and driveway. It barely grew any grass because it was shaded by these huge trees in our neighbor’s yard, so it was really more of a mud pit than a grassy yard. Perfect for Schnitzel to poop on, but not much more. At the time we didn’t really need it for anything more than that. We took care of it with a few passes with an old school rotary mower and that was that.

That is no longer the case. Since we’re still in a pretty densely populated area, our new yard isn’t huge (thank goodness), but it’s at least quadruple the size of our old yard. And it has GRASS. Grass that needs to be cut. Often. Cue the silliness of Benjamin and I putting the lawnmower together and getting it started.

We’re not actually idiots; we just don’t have any experience with lawnmowers :)

While Benjamin cut the grass I moved on to taming the gardens. Again, we had a little garden at our old house. I gutted it when we first moved in and planted a little smattering of rhododendrons and hostas and other hardy plants that could withstand our shady urban spot. We even built an above-ground vegetable garden and grew some yummy edibles and herbs. Turns out I have a [surprise!] green thumb; almost everything grew really nicely (you know, except those beets I planted and the darn squirrels feasted on). Either that or I got super lucky. We’ll soon find out which it was, because I’m trying my hand at the gardens here at our new house too.

First order of business: Pull all the weeds and figure out what in the heck is planted here already. I grabbed my gloves and trowel and went to town, thinking I could get the front beds cleared during Owen’s morning naptime. I quickly, quickly realized I was WAY out of my league. This garden had not been touched all season (we signed the papers for the house in February, so the owners just let everything grow out of control in the spring) and now there were literally weeds taller than me. With roots as thick as my ankle. A little trowel was not the tool I needed. More like a bulldozer.

After an entire day of working through both naptimes and after bedtime and enlisting the help of my big, strong husband, we made it through the two front beds (and completely ignored the side yard and the little beds in the backyard). With bags and bags and bags of yard waste to show for it. Next step is to add a few new plants to fill in some of the bald spots, mulch around everything, and wait until next year to spend a lot more time or money on it. We have too many other things to do!

Anyone have gardening tips for me? I really have no idea what I’m doing.

She Says… Teeth. Again.

Dear Teeth,

You are Owen’s kryptonite.

He’s an easygoing, laid back, chill little guy until you come along. You were a little late to join the party, and now that you’re here, I wish you would leave. When you are working your way through his poor little gums he gets clingy and whiny and the river of snot coming out of his nose is downright disgusting. So far you’ve come in pairs; as in, two coming in at the same time. First the bottom two, then the top two, and as of last night the next two on the top row are here. This is useful for me because we’ve actually had teething-free time between teething times, but really, cut the kid some slack. He’s doing the best he can to deal with you.

We drink Ibuprofen like water around here.* I wish we didn’t have to.

My child teethes on anything and everything he can get in his mouth. And believe me, that’s a lot of things.

Couldn’t you just come in all at once instead of dragging this whole process out?

K. Thanks. Bye.

With deepest respect,
Mama

*Now before my super serious readers get all up in my grill about that Ibuprofen statement, please note that it was a figure of speech. We never dose more than the prescribed amount, and I try to use medication as sparingly as possible. Though any parent who has ever looked into the eyes of their child in pain will tell you that when they need it, they need it. But please don’t write me emails about what a bad mother I am for drugging my child with meds. Please.

Anyway, grasshopper, with teeth come great responsibility.

Since Owen’s a wee bit too young to be put in charge of his oral hygiene, it’s MY responsibility to keep his pearly whites, well, white. (Sidenote: I once had the same philosophy about Schnitzel’s teeth, but after a few months of trying to brush his teeth every night we gave up on that. The vet still comments on his beautiful white teeth, so I think his steady diet of sticks from the backyard act as a pretty good toothbrush. But I’m guessing I’m going to need to be a bit more proactive with Owen). Lucky for me I have a pediatric dentist for a father-in-law. Or rather, my father-in-law happens to be a pediatric dentist. I asked him a few FAQ’s as a new mom and I thought his answers might be helpful to those of you who don’t have a pediatric dentist on call. Feel free to ask him any other questions that come up and I’ll find out the answers for you!

It’s Ask a Pediatric Dentist Day at This Place is Now a Home :)

1. When should babies first see a dentist? Those teeth are pretty tiny. I’m not really sure what they could possibly see.

We recommend a first visit at one year for an exam and parent education. Many problems can be avoided by early diagnosis and establishing good oral hygiene and diet habits right from the start. Waiting until two or three years, after all the primary teeth have erupted, is too late.  Most pediatric dental offices charge very little for an under 2 year visit. Another good reason to have a one year visit is to avoid any parental expectations of cooperation at the dentist; young children are often pressured to be a good dental patient. It’s also good to have a dental “home” established since so many kids have injuries while learning to walk.

2. Tooth brushing at this age seems kind of crazy, with just a few little lumps sticking up. I think they “brush” his teeth at daycare, but I’m not sure what that entails. Should I be wiping his gums/teeth before bed too?
The main thing is to clean them.   While a damp washcloth or tissue is probably adequate to clean a couple of teeth, if you use a damp toothbrush, you can avoid it becoming a big deal later if you try to introduce toothbrushing.  Same reasoning with floss.  Even though there is nothing to floss, taking a piece and playing at flossing can make it a lot easier when there are more teeth present, and it’s actually important to floss.  Even if there are spaces between most of the teeth, once the 1st and 2nd primary molars erupt, they usually will come into contact in short order, and you can’t clean in between them with a toothbrush.  By the age of 5, I see a lot of kids with 8 cavities visible on their first x-rays even though you can’t see anything wrong looking in their mouths.  The enamel on primary teeth is only half the thickness of permanent teeth; if you have the kind of bacteria that promotes decay and sufficient exposure to sugars, it’s a recipe for decay between the teeth.
You’ve been hearing me extol the virtues of flossing for years now.  Seriously, if I could get every one of the parents in my practice to floss their kids teeth until they were old enough to do it themselves, I would fill half the number of cavities I do now.  All those kids would grow up with the habit and then would floss their own teeth daily. That’s how you avoid the typical cavities still prevalent in teenagers that result in fillings that require periodic replacement, and eventually crowns, root canals, periodontal disease, etc.  I really believe that although science has yet to give us a magic mouthwash or vaccine that eliminates decay (which is still the most common chronic disease of children), daily flossing from an early age would eventually save enough money to pay for our all our other health care in as little as 20 years.
There a lot of good information on the American Academy of Pediatric Dentistry site.  Here’s a list of FAQs about babies:  http://www.aapd.org/publications/brochures/babycare.asp
 
3. This one is a personal question and probably not interesting to the rest of the blog world, but Owen’s pedi says he is anemic, so we have to give him iron supplements. I read on the letter the doc wrote that iron can turn teeth gray. Similarly, my brother had a pink tooth when he was little and my mom always said it was because he had to take amoxicillin for ear infections when he was little. I’d rather not have a child with gray or pink teeth… have you ever seen this happen? Is it permanent or will it just be a baby tooth issue?
Iron causes a surface stain that is easily removed with a little pumice and peroxide on a spinning rubber cup.  Same with Amoxicillin or other antibiotics that can alter the oral bacteria so the stain producers take over. Tetracycline will permanently discolor developing teeth, but are not prescribed for children unless it’s a life threatening situation.
A pink tooth or gray tooth from an injury is the result of the nerve dying.  I wouldn’t exaggerate if I said that half the 5 year old boys I see have gray teeth, yellow teeth pink teeth, black teeth, chipped teeth or prematurely lost teeth due to injuries.  Benjamin had two lovely dark teeth for several years before they fell out.
 
So there you have it! Straight from the dentist’s mouth. Have questions for the doc? Ask away…

She Says… Oh, Cheerios

So as you know, our new daycare rocks. Yesterday when I arrived to drop Owen off in the morning there was a petting zoo set up on the front lawn. A petting zoo! Complete with miniature ponies and chickens and bunnies. The warm air smelled of sun-warmed poop. There was a class full of toddlers running around with the chickens, reaching their pudgy hands out to try to catch them (unsuccessfully). I turned the corner to park my car and there were sprinklers set up with children running through them, one by one, under the careful observation of teachers who were laughing and running around with them. It was like a picture perfect summer day (poop and all!). Love this place.

On the first day when I came to pick Owen up, I saw a similarly picture perfect scene. Owen and another baby, side by side in high chairs, happily picking up Cheerios one by one and holding them between their tiny fingers before clumsily smooshing them into their mouths. Cheerios. The quintessential toddler snack.

Except for one thing.

Owen is allergic to oats.

And even without reading the label, I can pretty much guarantee you that there are oats in Cheerios.

*Upon further inspection (thank you, Google!), “whole grain oats” are the number one ingredient.

When I dropped Owen off at the new daycare I had submitted some forms that I had written his allergies on, but I didn’t remember to tell anyone about his allergy specifically because at our old daycare they only feed the children what you pack for them. I totally forgot that this new daycare supplies a healthy snack for the kids every day. That day the healthy snack included Cheerios.

I came in the room and my first reaction upon seeing Owen and his little buddy was pure joy. What’s more adorable than babies eating Cheerios together? Until I realized that I have kept this child eczema free for the last few months by having him avoid oats, wheat and gluten (even though oats are the only allergy confirmed by blood test, I’ve been avoiding wheat and gluten since a weird reaction he had to homemade bread awhile ago). MONTHS. He’s had some rough skin come and go during that time, but nothing like the red eczema cheeks he had prior to that. I calmly explained to the teacher that we generally avoid oats and wheat/gluten, but that this could be a test of if his allergy has gone away (subtext: OMG DON’T FEED MY KID SNACKS I DIDN’T APPROVE). It was my fault for not making sure they were aware when I dropped him off. But I didn’t think they were going to feed my baby! Mommy fail.

For the next day, his cheeks were fine. I thought, “Hooray! Allergies are gone! Oats are fine!”. Then slowly, ever so slowly, the eczema began to return. The third day after exposure I felt the raised bumps on his cheeks and saw the redness creeping back on the sides of his face. Sad baby. Then he started itching his face and ears like the good ‘ol days. It’s not a wonder it took me so long to figure out what the culprit was, since it takes 3-4 days for symptoms to appear. Sheesh.

At least this time I knew how to nip it in the bud. Two nights of hydrocortisone later and slathering his cheeks in lotion multiple times a day, his clear skin is back, and no more itching.

That was a close one. I feel very fortunate that his allergy is only eczema, and not anaphylactic or something more life-threatening. And I’m glad I was there to see him eating snack or I might not have known what caused the recurrence. But… problem solved! And at least now I know that (a) his allergy is real, and (b) it still exists.

Seeing how easy it is to identify the allergy is actually a wonderful thing, and I think I’m ready to try wheat/gluten and see if we can expand into a world of homemade breads and wheat-only crackers and things. Goldfish crackers! Saltines! Pretzels! The possibilities are endless. Fingers crossed those red cheeks stay away.

Oh, Cheerios. How I wish my baby could eat you.

She Says… Easy Peasy

The last few weeks have been full of changes. Between the new house (new rooms, new smells, new sounds), going on vacation for a week (even more new rooms, new smells, new sounds, new schedules), and starting a new daycare (new friends, new teachers, new routine), I figured Owen wouldn’t know which was was up for awhile. I planned on a few “weird” weeks for us to get into a groove.

You know what?

I didn’t give the kid enough credit.

He is rolling with the punches.

First night in the new house he slept like a champ. I chalked it up to the excellent planning and speedy furniture building that Benjamin and I did to get his room set up just so by the time bedtime rolled around on moving day. When we went to the beach he had one bad night when he was sleeping in a pack ‘n play in my room (apparently we are long past the days when sleeping in the same room was an option!), but the very next day he was right back to his schedule, even despite his screaming cousin in the pack ‘n play next to him. He was his happy, laid back little self.

Then this week he started his new daycare. I dropped him off on his first day, waved goodbye, and left him happily grabbing his new teacher’s face and giving her a good smack lovepat. He loves to smack pat. No tears, no fussing. If he could have shrugged his shoulders, he would have. Easy peasy. When I picked him up at the end of the day it was the same. He looked up at me, smiled and pulled my face to him to give him a big kiss, and then he wanted me to put him down so he could play some more. What a boy.

He has kind of a weird schedule at his new daycare. They do classrooms like school, based on the child’s age, and the kids stay with their class for a year. Then move up to the next classroom as a group. Given his age he is right between two classrooms — he’d be one of the oldest in the Infant room, or one of the youngest in the Older Infant room. Since he’s pretty advanced in motor skills, we wanted him to be with the big kids in the Older Infant room. They don’t have room for him in that classroom every day, so he switches back and forth between the two classrooms depending on space.

At first I thought this would be kind of disruptive to him. And it might make it harder for him to adjust to the new schedule and the new people. So far? So far it’s awesome. In the Infant room he climbs all over the littler babies and enjoys napping throughout the day like his younger friends. In the Older Infant room he gets to try all kinds of fun things with his older friends like ripping paper, painting, water play, going to the playground, and more. They do A LOT in that classroom. The teachers are saints.

The teachers in both rooms adore him. I couldn’t be happier. He’s going to love growing up there. And I couldn’t have asked for a more flexible little boy. He makes these changes easy peasy!