I think it may be time for solids...

I've been wanting to wait until 6 months to start solids with Buggy, but I think it might be time think about starting. She's 5 months old, so it's not like its that far off, but it honestly might be time. Why, you ask? Well, let me tell you.


Tonight, we were watching the Food Network and their special about Thanksgiving dinner, or something like that. Buggy was in the exersaucer playing with her toys, eating the flowers, beating the bees, general merriment all around. Suddenly, she looked up and her gaze locked on to the screen. This isn't all that uncommon. She likes to watch the moving lights and colors.


However, what was new was the fact that while staring at the screen, she started smacking. Not a soft, gentle smacking of the lips. Oh no. Loud cud chewing, smacking, and slurping her lips.


A commercial came on and I waited. She stopped the smacking and continued on about her playing. That is, until a Pizza Hut commercial came on and she screached loudly and lunged forwards as if to grab a slice of the savory dough.


Alas, I believe I will be making a call to the pediatrician's in the morning and seeing if she thinks now would be a good time.


Solid poop....here we come!

Cant-Live-Withouts #1: Bumbo

Seeing as how I've decided to write all about my baby crack items, I also thought it might be useful to chronicle my mommy can't-live-withouts, herein called clw's.

My first clw is a contraption that I learned about from an online forum called the Bumbo seat. It's basically a seat that looks like an elephants foot that the baby sits in and it holds them steady. It's great for when you need a second pair of hands for when your making coffee, using the bathroom, picking your nose, you know, anytime you can't hold the baby and do what you need to do. Plus, they come in a fabulous array of assorted colors. Who can complain about that?

My daughter loves to sit up, and already at the ripe old age of 4 months, is sitting on her own, but putting her in the bumbo keeps her from tipping over and what not.

I was skeptical in purchasing it because I didn't really know how or when I'd use it, but figured that it wasn't a terrible purchase, and honestly, if I didn't like it, I could always re-gift it (cuz that's how I roll) or consignment shop it.

In BIG letters on the box it says that this product should only be used on the ground and while the parent is there. I totally agree with this. However, and I should never be used as an example, we also use this at restaurants. We place it on the table (oh no!) and put our daughter in it, lock her in with the nifty tray that you can purchase to accessorize your Bumbo, and let her play with her toys. She is never near the edge, and one of us always has a hand right there to make sure she doesn't move it (though its honestly so hard to move.) We never leave her alone in it either.

While I'm not endorsing the incorrect use of this product, I have to admit that it works very well for us. She HATES sitting in her carseat, and gets so hot in it to boot. She's still too little to sit in a high chair. Plus, those things are so disgusting that I don't really want her in one while she's in the "I can chew on everything" stage.

Like I said, I don't endorse using it on a raised surface, but this works very well for us, and we've never had a problem. This seat has saved many a melt-down in restaurants, plus keeps her clean and safe. As long as she isn't left alone, or placed too close to an edge, she's fine.

The Bumbo is definitely our #1 clw! We own 2!

Baby Crack Item #1: Soothe and Glow Seahorse

I figure that it might be worthwhile to some of my readers to chronicle all the items that I consider baby crack. That is, all the items that stop the screaming, crying, shouting, and bring about a peaceful calming environment. *deep breath*

So, the first item is the Ocean Wonders Soothe and Glow Seahorse, or, in our house, Charlie for short. (Charlie Horse- C. Horse, get it? Yeah, I'm lame)

We bought this after reading a few recommendations online from a few people about how their child wouldn't sleep but once they got it, the kid didn't budge. Well, at the time, my daughter was being Fussypants McGhee, and it just so happened that in one of my runs to Target, I saw the seahorse. Miraculously, there seemed to be a halo surrounding it, and I think I may have actually heard angels singing of it's magical prowess. So, at the end of my rope, and thinking to myself, "Ha! I'll prove them wrong," I picked it up. Well, technically I saw it on sale, and just had to buy it because it's little sweet beady eyes were begging me to, but same thing.

Anyway, I'm totally excited to say that it TOTALLY FREAKING works and that they weren't lying online. Holy Hannah! My dear daughter only slept while being held the first few weeks of life. While I wasn't totally opposed to this occurrance, because, hey, she's cute, I did need to lay her down for a bit so I could rest my arms; they're flabby, and un-muscular, and needed a break.

YAY for Baby Crack!

Raspberries

Apparently, my daughter has learned a new trick. My mom has taught her how to blow raspberries. It's the cutest thing, really. She's all slobbery and drooly and then likes to blow them and cute little bubbles come out and we all laugh, and its so adorable...

...unless its 3 in the morning.

You know, come to think of it, most of the fun new things happen at 3 in the morning. Anyway, I digress.

I was nursing her the other morning and she decided that that moment would be the best moment to show me her new trick. So she got a mouth full of milk, and drool, then popped off the boob, looked at me and grinned a cute gummy grin, then let it rip.

I'm really proud that she's learned a new trick. However, I really didn't need the face full of breastmilk and saliva that was the by-product of said trick. Thanks, Mom!

Well, that was fun

Picture this, if you will. It's 2 in the morning, dead asleep, awoken by your baby girl's snorting and grunting. She's hungry. You blearily sit up in bed and pick her up from her co-sleeper, grab your boppy and lay her down, put a boob in it, and close your eyes, hoping to not fully wake so it will be easier to sleep after.
Your baby grunts softly and theres a gradual vibrating in the diaper area. Then, you feel it. A warmth spreading across her back and onto your hand. Oh yeah...
That happened this morning, and this is roughly the ensuing conversation:

Me: Oh, uh, hmmm
Baby: :grumble, snort, pass gass some more:
Me: OH, crap.
Hubster: :sleepy groan: Huh?
Me: Uh, CRAP!
Baby: :loud rumbling:
Hubster: :waking now: Holy cow, was that what I think it was?
Me: Uh, YEAH! :holding up hand and ripping baby off boob to hold up off the boppy hoping it doesn't get wet:
Baby: :softly cries:
Hubster: Oh, uh, it's coming out the back.
Me: Take her!
Hubster: I'm sleeping! (obviously not sleeping)
Me: I have it on me!
Hubster begrudgingly gets out of bed and carries baby to her nursery. I jump out to go wash up. Baby giggles because she is now FULLY awake.
Hubster: Uh, Babe?
Me: from the bathroom, tentatively, "Yeah.."
Hubster: We had a blowout.
I hurry and rush into the nursery thinking he needs help, only to see him hold up a wet diaper, no poo.
Me: puzzled look "Where's the poo?"
Hubster: It was a pee blowout.
We laugh, baby laughs, and we finish cleaning, wiping, changing baby and climb back in bed. Hubster kisses me and lays back down. Snoring begins almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.


However, baby is now awake...and ready to play.

For the next 2 hours.

And mommy doesn't get sleep again.

All that for a puddle of pee.

Share your funny diaper stories! Sound off in the comments section!

...and then there was blog.

The other night, while lying in bed as the insomnia crept quietly in to our room, I started thinking about life, love and my daughter. I leaned over and watched my daughter as she silently slept in her co-sleeper, oblivious that her poor mother was wide awake and unable to get the few precious hours of sleep that she needed in order to function the next day. However, this didn't bother me as I realized that these moments are all too fleeting and that I should cherish them while they are here, because she won't be little for long. She's already growing too quickly. One day, I'll be able to sleep in again. Of course, by that time, I'll be too old to get any good sleep, but I digress.

So, in a fit of genius, I decided to start this blog which will chronicle all my adventures (and misadventures) of breastfeeding, babywearing, co-sleeping and in general: Mommydom.