My daughter had recently graduated to eating non-pureed solids. I upped her protein intake due to her pediatrician's suggestion and she was now consistently eating chicken. Like I had been doing every day for about a week, I cut up a chicken strip and put it in a bowl for her to eat. I handed it to my mother who stopped by babysit to feed it to her.
It was just one of those days. It started off well enough, but soon took a disappointing turn. I decided to stop by one of my favorite cafes to grab a cup of coffee before running a few errands. Right after I purchased a coffee, my daughter began to cry. She needed her diaper changed.
A few months back, I wrote about my daughter’s first encounter with solids. Her palate has expanded since then, but I think I'm ready to go a step further. I want her to be an open-minded eater because I think of myself as an adventurous cook. Added sugar and salt are no-no's for babies, but herbs and spices are fair game.
It generally starts as soon as you find out you’re going to be a mom. After the initial excitement dissipates, that nagging question begins to rear its head. “Who is the baby going to look like?"
I admit it, I’m a bit of a control freak. There have been many instances where I could have made life a lot easier by handing the reins to someone else, but I insisted on doing it myself. If there’s two things motherhood has taught me, it’s that I can’t do it all and time is often more valuable than money.
If you are in the Northern United States, you’ve likely seen a lot of snow these past few days. I’m afraid to look, but I’m pretty sure my car is snowed-in my garage and last I heard we had a foot of snow. Many schools have already canceled classes and you may be taking a day or two off of work. If you’re like me and have no immediate plans to leave your house, you may end up with bored kids suffering from cabin fever.
I've always struggled with delegation. It's tempting to just do things yourself when you account for the time it can take to train someone else. If you’re a control freak like me, you may be taking a teaching opportunity from someone who can benefit from it. I try to keep this in mind when it comes to the children in my life.
If you're anything like the typical American woman, your entire life you've been inundated with messages that your body isn't good enough.
The “b” word was once a huge part of my vocabulary.
“I can’t make it to lunch, I’m busy."
“I’m sooooo busy, there’s no way I can meet up after work."
“Sorry I can’t make it to the gym, I can’t believe how busy I am today!"
“I’m losing it,” I thought to myself. I tried to put my daughter’s bib around my neck and was confused that it didn’t fit and also wasn’t a necklace. Read that twice if you need to. It was going on three weeks that I hadn’t gotten a night of uninterrupted sleep. Maya was waking up more than 3 times every night.