I have spent pretty much every moment of my daughter’s life with her since she made her debut a little over 10 months ago. Outside of the few afternoons and evenings with her dad and grandma, we’ve been joined at the hip. After almost a year of trying to be supermom, something has become crystal clear. It’s not her, it’s me—but we need to have some time apart. I need to find a babysitter.
Another day, another thing you’re not doing right as a parent. In this week’s news, you’re probably giving your kid too many baths. I came across this blog entry on the Washington Post that proclaims a bath everyday is too much.
It may not feel like it, but summer will be here before you know it. And for most parents, that means finding the best summer overnight camp or day camp program for your children. Summer camp is awesome; I attended quite a few in my pre-teen years. I gained confidence and character, made long lasting relationships, accomplished things I didn't think I could, stayed active physically and mentally, and created lifelong memories. However, all kids are different and careful thought and consideration should be taken to make sure they attend a camp that is the right fit.
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'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.
“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.