Dandelion Update

In May ago I wrote a review of some dishes I won on a blog contest. I was happy that I won, and looking forward to using the products with my baby. She just started eating solid foods a few months ago, and we’ve been using the baby feeding spoons. They’re great!

I’ve been using small ceramic or glass dishes to feed her from. Last week I decided to pull out the corn bowls so that I could let her try feeding herself applesauce from a bowl. I knew it would be a huge mess, but I wanted it to be a safe mess so I eliminated the glass by enlisting the corn. And then this happened:

That happened while removing the packaging, not even during normal child use. I assumed that being a child’s product that it would be able to stand up to being smacked around. I fully expected my baby to pick it up and smack it on her tray within seconds of placing it in front of her. I’m so glad it didn’t get that far, because those edges are sharp! She would have really hurt herself if she’d been holding that in her hands.

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New Mom Questions And Answers

When I had my child almost 8 months ago, I was completely unprepared. Of course I had a nursery ready for her, I had clothes, and I had diapers to last a year, but once she came out of me none of those things seemed to matter. I had heard about the struggle it is to have a newborn. I had heard about sleep deprivation. I thought I understood, but I really had no idea. Until you live it, there is no way to truly get it. Mo matter how prepared you believe you are, you’ll likely lose all confidence as you’re loading your 3 day old baby into your car in the hospital parking lot. I nearly had a panic attack.

In the frenzied days and weeks that followed, I did more googling than I had ever done before. The collective knowledge of the internet answered hundreds of questions for me, but also left me hanging on some. There were also things I learned along the way that I wish I had known sooner, but had not known to look for. So now I’ll add my admittedly limited knowledge to the vast resource that is the internet.

My newborn

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On Tonight’s Plate 5

I finally got my salad, and boy was it good. I’m beginning my foray back into the land of dairy, going slowly to make sure it’s okay. In case you’ve forgotten, I stopped eating dairy 6 months ago because my daughter (who I am nursing) was having a reaction to milk proteins. I was instructed by a GI specialist to cease consumption of dairy until “a few weeks” before her next appointment, which is December 19th. I think I cried when I found out. I’m glad it’s finally coming to an end.

I started easing my way back in last week with some processed nasty garbage that I used to love, which was mac-n-cheese from Wawa. I barely ate any of it, and was highly disappointed. My baby seemed fine with it, though. No reaction, so I get to continue.

This week I decided to do it right. I had a few ounces of chevre, and it was heaven. Assuming my baby again has no reaction, next weekend I will probably add creamer to my coffee. Black is getting kind of boring.

Anyway, back to the salad. It’s simple, pretty, healthy, and delicious. Everything a salad should be.

Spring mix

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Spider

I walked into the laundry room and saw a huge spider. Mega spider. The sort of spider an arachnophobe dreads finding in her home. I yelled for my husband, also an arachnophobe.

“I’ve got a spider I need you to kill, and you’re not going to like the look of it!”

He saw it, shuddered, and found something to kill it with. It was in an awkward spot, perched high up in the corner behind the washing machine. I left the room, because if there’s anything worse than seeing a giant spider in my laundry room it’s seeing a giant spider move in my laundry room.

I’m safely out of the room, playing with the baby, when I hear, “Whoa! The fucker jumped at me!” This is totally not what I wanted to hear, and I said as much.

“Well, he’s gone,” says my husband.

“Gone?” I query. I’m completely unsatisfied with this.

“He jumped at me, and then dropped behind the washing machine. I’m not going to pull the washer out to hunt for the spider. He probably crawled into a dark crevice. I’m sure you’ll never see him again.”

I’ll spare you the whining and sniveling that came

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Balance

The NaBloPoMo prompt of the day is this:

Making family time is important to me. How do you balance your children, relationship, and work life?

This is actually an issue I suspect I’ll be dealing with soon. Being a new mom, I’m probably still in the honeymoon phase. When I think of the possibility of putting my baby in day care, I shudder. I love that I get to spend all of my time with her, that I am her biggest influence, that I see every tiny step she makes towards being a walking talking person. I’m thrilled that I have the ability to do my small job from home, supporting the small business that makes a living for my family. If my husband weren’t such a hard worker, I wouldn’t have the wonderful opportunity to be a full-time mom.

That being said, I can count on one hand the number of hours I’ve been able to go out without a baby for something that isn’t household related. I’m a homebody, so this maybe isn’t as bad as it would be for the average person. Still, though, I do miss being able to spend time doing things other than momming.

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The Best Crib Bumper

NaBloPoMo wants to know whether I prefer computer or paper when I write. Are there really people left that prefer paper? I used to spend hours writing in notebooks. Now I get a hand cramp writing a thank you note. I totally prefer a keyboard. Completely unrelated to this question, I’m going to review a baby produce that I adore.

My baby fidgets in her sleep. She was 8 weeks old before we moved her into her own bedroom, into her crib. Approximately 2 days later we were forced to remove her crib bumper because she’d fidget herself into a corner, with her face up against the side of the crib. After a few mid-night wake ups it just got too scary to continue allowing her to stay with a potential suffocation hazard in her bed. So the bumper went.

The following nights were littered with sudden panicky screams emanating from her room, due to an arm or a leg being caught between the slats. It was awful to witness. Especially when she has just been sleeping for 7 hour stretches and now couldn’t make it more than 3. Something had to be done.

So I did some research, and

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