What do you do when your child refuses to eat or is a picky eater?

Eat your veggies!!!! Image borrowed from: http://www.foodonthetable.com/

One thing that I have always been proud of as a parent, is that my kids are not picky eaters. They have always eaten their veggies, didn’t consume much sugar, and just had a well rounded diet. They ate consistently, ate well, and was always open to new foods.

That has all changed in the past 3 weeks. I have a 6 year old and a 21 month old. And both kids have decided that all the food they eat just doesn’t taste good. My 21 month old, I get it, he is testing his limits on what mommy will give him. He is playing with his food. You gave him bread and butter once and now he has decided that he won’t eat unless you only give him bread and butter for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Whatever…. with him, I just need to figure out how to incorporate vegetables back into his mouth and I will be satisfied as a mom. Does marinara sauce count as a veggie? In my house it does.

But my daughter is a different story. She has decided that she is a little princess and your job is to wait on her hand and foot. And if she doesn’t want what you give her to eat, she will fuck with your head and return the meal back to the kitchen, asking for something else to eat. And it is all my fault. I take full responsibility for this behavior. Now I have to figure out how to reprogram her.

You see, summer is here. And summer camp now has begun. She is expending lots of energy. According to her, an applesauce cup is enough for breakfast. A bag of fish crackers is enough for lunch. And some oranges and a string cheese is enough for dinner.

“The sandwich doesn’t have honey on it. The sandwich doesn’t have the right bread. The sandwich doesn’t have enough honey on it. The cheese wasn’t cold. The apple was yucky. I don’t like bananas now….”

This is the same girl who will down a chicken tostada at the end of the day when we treat to take out.

So after about 3 weeks of this going on, I lost it this morning. After 3 weeks of me tending to her every need by allowing her to return the food and giving her a different option, (since I am paranoid that she will die of starvation), allowing her to eat one bite and return it, I went totally bonkers and freaked out (check out that run on sentence).

It all started with instant oatmeal…. 3 mornings a week, we rush out of the house each morning with a car full of bags, laptops, lunches, backpacks, etc. We struggle to get hair and teeth brushed, beds made, get dressed, and attempt to not leave the house as if a complete tornado had just flown in. And 3 mornings a week, I have no time to put up with kids not eating breakfast or at least taking breakfast with them in the car.

Ok so the oatmeal. Rushing around this morning, mistakenly allowing the TV to be on before she had started her morning routine, she asked for oatmeal. I think to myself, Great, she wants oatmeal. That will be a great meal to last with her until lunch time while she is at summer camp playing hard. I prepare the oatmeal. I put yummy butter and milk in it. I bring it to her on the couch with a towel and a smile. She ate one bite and said, “it is yucky, I want something else”.

“Are you (fucking) kidding me, girlfriend! There are people starving in poverty that have no food. I don’t have time to make you a different meal. Why don’t I just go into your piggy bank and take a dollar out and throw it in the trash. That is what you just did by refusing to eat the oatmeal. ” (of course I communicated my frustration with throwing the f-bomb at her)

And that, my fellow mommies, is the moment of clarity for me. The moment where I realized that I was the asshole in this situation. The moment the clouds parted in sky and the light shinned directly in my eye. Then I told her, she can go in the kitchen and find herself something to eat, cause I am done.

The rest of the day, as I sat at work pretending to do my job, all I could think about was how I was going to communicate to her with this massive discussion about how she needed to eat the food that is given to her, or she will go hungry. How she will be offered food and if she refuses it and it goes in the trash, it is her loss. That I will not be her short order cook anymore. That I am disappointed that she would waste food because we should be so lucky that we have food in the first place. How it takes work to prepare a meal and it should be appreciated. I was basically going to make a big huge stink about it.

But there was no huge talk. In the end, I decided to take it meal by meal. And basically gently remind her that if she didn’t eat the food provided to her, she would not eat, and that is really too bad. I am also thinking of having her start making her own meals, help with dinner, and basically start having her learn what it takes to prepare a meal. I am not going to get mad anymore. It really just goes in one ear and out the other. But I am going to give her the freedom to learn on her own what it means to be hungry if she chooses to not eat the food that is given to her.

I really think, for whatever reason, she decided she would going to try out this power struggle with me. I believe it really it has nothing to do with food itself, but more about testing the limits. It took me 3 weeks to catch on, but I am hoping that we see a turn of events.

Now getting my toddler to eat his veggies…..

*Disclaimer…. I am living off of 5 hours of sleep and a full work day, please taking 2 hours to get the toddler to go to sleep. Pardon the miss-spelling or grammar issues.


Swimming, Jr Life Guards, soccer, music, theater, oh my! When extra curricular activities rule (or ruin) your life.

When my daughter was as young as 6 months old, I had her in swim classes and a community play group. When she was 1, she was in a baby sign language play class and swimming. When she was 2, she was in tumbling and swimming. Then all the while during her preschool days, we religiously went to a weekly mommy and me music class. She also did dance class and gymnastics. Phew! Once we hit preschool, we were a part of a co-op where I worked in the class once a week.

We had time back then. I only worked 20 hours a week the first year of her life. And that is with only going into the office for 3 hours a week. I worked fulltime after she was a year old, but only 2-3 days a week in the office. With her being my only child, it was easy to fit in all these extra activities. And frankly I loved it. It was fun and a great way to get both of us out of the house.

But now I have 2 kids. Not only do I have 2 kids, but my daughter is in kindergarten everyday, where I work in the class once every other week. Now you would think I would have more time with her in Kindergarten every day and working less in the class than I did when she was in preschool. But somehow it doesn’t work that way. Kindergarten is only 3.5 hours long. In that time, I grocery shop, clean house, play with the baby, get the baby to bed, and hope for 2 hours of work time before having to pick her up from school.

We have only 1 extra curricular activity at the moment, and that is swim class twice a week. So from 4:00-5:00, we are walking to the pool, she is in swim class while the baby is in the gym childcare, and I am lucky if I can swim laps for 20 min. We have been doing this routine Tues/Thurs for 5 months now. And I am pooped!!!! This week, the swim school is on vacation from the holiday. Tuesday afternoon, we played in the backyard, I cleaned the kitchen, watered the yard, slowly made dinner, watched some TV, played in my daughter’s room with her, and maybe even watched a cloud pass by. My husband came home to a calm and mellow wife. Not some spastic crazy ball of fury, trying to rush to get everything done, the kids in bed, and on the couch with my laptop working by 8:00 pm. It was heaven!!! And it made me realize, that I need a break from having to be somewhere, at the same time, twice a week, every week.

Soccer is next, coming August!

However, our little break will be short lived. School is getting out for summer in a couple of weeks, and the extra curricular activity cycle starts all over again. Jr Life Guards gets started, then soccer in August. Holy Shit!!! At least in July, we should have a little break.

There is a part of me that feels as though our children benefit from having free time. Where they can play, make up games, dig in the dirt, have alone time to explore, etc. I totally agree! I kept my daughter so busy when she was a toddler and preschooler, where she can barely play by herself these days. She has a very short attention span for playing on her own, and I blame being all up in her ass for the first years of her life.

OMG! She needs music classes now, or she will miss her window of opportunity to learn an instrument. (sarcastic tone)

There is another part of me that wants to sign my daughter up for every single extra curricular activity she shows any interest in. This way it gives her exposure to all the killer genres of hobbies available. I already know, she isn’t into gymnastics. And even though she loves to dance, she really isn’t into dance class much. I think she would love theater, and would love to get her into a theater class some day. I also would love for her to learn how to play an instrument and maybe the baseball team. Holy Shit! You would think I wouldn’t be so anal about all this, but I can’t control myself. It is like a sick disease or something. She has so much life ahead of her. Why do I need to push her to try activities that she may not have any interest in. When she hits 4th grade, she can play in the school band if she wants. They also offer a drama group at school. There is no need for me to pay money for a class across town.

Then there is my little sweet baby boy. He is 20 months old and has not taken one class in his cute little life. No swim class, no music or baby babble classes. And you know what? He is the most content little boy ever. He can sit and play on his own for hours. Ok, maybe to say hours is a bit of an overkill. But he can play on his own for at least 30 minutes. In baby time, that is like forever.

I do plan on putting him in swim lessons or maybe a mommy and me music class in the fall. But my daughter will be in 1st grade until 3:15, so it will be so much easier to manage one child’s activities at a time.

I think in the end, I need to stick with my goal of 1 extra curricular activities at a time per kid. And have periods of a break between activities to stop and smell the roses, or in this case, stop and smell the dirty dishes in the sink. We need to find a balance where myself and the kids can be home with free play, as well as hauling their asses around town for games, classes, etc. If someone has the magic cure all solution for this, please share!

I need a swagger wagon, just to haul them around to all these activities.

My daughter is 6 going on 16


This is NOT my daughter, although sometimes it feel as though it should be.

This evening I was watching old home movies of my sweet daughter when she was 2 years old. So small and innocent. So carefree and playful. She laughed at anything, danced around the house like a little fairy, and just rocked it all the time.

Now fast forward to age 6. My sweet little “teenager”. Oh man, I remember being a kid and saying, “I can’t wait to grow up”. And my mom telling me how wrong I was. In my mind, it wasn’t any farther from the truth. Being a grown up was way better than being a kid. How wrong I was. Now I watch my daughter as she grows up. She defiantly puts me to work when it comes to teaching her values, morals, right and wrong, and just all around living life to its fullest. It just seems like she is so anxious to grow up. What happened to playing with dolls, playing house, or building a sand castle in the backyard sandbox. Oh yes, she still does that. But now when she plays house, there is usually an imaginary boyfriend who is kissing her, or she is pretending to push out a baby in a vaginal childbirth….Yeah, that one is my fault, as she was by my side when I gave birth to her baby brother 18 months ago. It just seems like her entire attitude is similar to a hormonal, premenstrual, young lady….. eye roll and everything.

She knows the lyrics to some of the major top 40 billboard pop songs. I am constantly being asked, “Mom, put on Carrie Perry: Kiss Me, Kiss Me”. I have only told her about 100 times that it is Katy Perry. Other than that, she knows songs I don’t even listen to when she is in the car, including: Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez. Of course when I try and sing with her, I get that almighty, “No, mom, only I get to sing it”. Which of course I then begin to channel my mother and say, “Well it is my car, and when you have your own car, then you can decide the rules. But until then, I get to sing along as well”.

She tries to wear hoochie mama clothes to school. She will be in her room getting ready for school, as I work on getting the baby ready, lunches packed, diapers changed, etc. Then struts out of her room like she is on a red carpet runway. This morning she comes out of her room wearing a leotard, leg warmers (no panties), and a ruffled shirt. “Um…. what are you wearing?”. Which she responds with, “mom, it is a skirt”. I am sorry, but a little chiffon ruffle is not a skirt. Nor is a leotard considered clothing for school in any shape or form. I am constantly saying, “Honey, I see you want to wear a skirt, here are your options of skirts you can wear, including clean underwear and leggings to cover your booty when you are on the playground”.

This is a regular line I hear in the mornings, “Mom, my ponytail isn’t high enough”. If her ponytail was any higher on her head, it would look a unicorn horn coming out of her forehead. The hairdo is a HUGE deal in the mornings for her. Luckily she only needs me half the time to do her hairdo. Most of the time she comes out of the bathroom with about 5 headbands on, and about 8 clips. But she rocks it.

Lastly (but I know there is more), she acts like she owns the playground. We attend a charter school with grades kinder-8th. When I bring her to school, she works the courtyard. I watch her as she has no fear and approaches the 8th grade girls to say, “Hi Dakoda, how are you?” Then gives the girls hugs and moves onto the next group. It’s nice the older girls just think she is super cute vs an annoyance. Of course she doesn’t give a regular kid hug, oh no…. She gives the “chick hug”. You know the hug us women give each other that includes the one arm, barely making physical contact, at the same time saying. “hi, how are you?” with a slightly higher pitch than normal.

I am constantly telling her, “You may not wear a bra until you actually have boobs to hold them up”. “Sorry honey, kindergartners are not allowed to have boyfriends or kiss boys at your age” and, “Sorry honey, having pink hair is only for Crazy Hair Day, Halloween, or a special occasion.”

I love my daughter with all my heart. And I feel confident that we don’t expose her to inappropriate movies, behavior, or influences that are above her age development. I just have to continue reining her back to 6 year old land. Even if it means bursting her bubble and bringing her back to reality.

Trying to be a Positive Discipline parent… but it is so hard.

I think I need to get my Positive Discipline book out again for a refresher.

When I gave birth to my daughter, I never gave any thought as too what kind of parent I would become. Taking care of a baby is easy when you look at the grand scale of raising your kids. But when my daughter turned 18 months old, the game changed. She started having tantrums, became stubborn, and strong willed. No longer was my only worry was if she were to sleep through the night or not. Now I had think about what I would do if she was kicking and screaming on the floor because she was too engaged in her play when it was time to go to the store. Or she just bit me for forcing her to brush her teeth. Now it became evident that I needed to figure out what kind of parent I wanted to be. It was either that, or start saving for her therapy sessions when she became an adult.

I knew that spanking or hitting wasn’t my cup of tea. I knew that yelling at my child or telling her she needed to “do as I say” without reason, wasn’t my style as well. I knew I didn’t want to parent her as my mother parented me. She was a fine parent, however I never felt truly connected with her. I lived more in fear of punishment if I were to fuck up vs a feeling of full acceptance no matter what. I wanted to raise my daughter in a way that developed trust, connection, respect, and understanding. I wanted to learn how to understand her behavior and why she was acting out, so I could get to the root of the problem, vs reacting to her behavior. And god willing, I would love to have a relationship as an adult with her, where she would call me when some douche bag broke her heart, or she wanted advice as to what job offer to take.

In my research of different parenting philosophies, I discovered Positive Discipline. So the “Type A” mom I am, I started reading books, taking classes, and joined parenting support groups to figure out what this whole parenting method was all about. And I loved what I discovered.

Positive Discipline is about understanding my child through her eyes. It is about mutual respect by modeling firmness with kindness. It is about communication by listening to my child, understanding, and then teaching her valuable life skills. It is about focusing on solutions vs punishment. Basically it is the idea that kids do better when they feel better by giving encouragement and natural consequences when she stumbles.

Positive Discipline is not about passive parenting. It is not about allowing your children to walk all over you without any consequences to their actions. And it is not about being your child’s “friend”. It is about understanding why your child is acting the way they are, addressing the root of the issue with natural consequences, and creating a level of respect and connection to establish your relationship that will form over the years.

I don’t believe in spanking. I don’t believe in telling your child “no hitting” and then hit them back. It sends mixed messages and forces your child to fear you. I personally don’t want to be forcing her to respect me fear. I want earn her respect, as she earns my respect. I don’t believe in “because I said so”. And I don’t believe in timeouts without talking about the situation afterwards.

Positive Discipline is fucking hard work. There are many times where after a total breakdown (and I mean me breakdown), where I realize how I had reacted to the situation was totally not cool. Do I break down and lose my cool sometimes? Yes! I have been known to have my own tantrums right in front of her. She pushes my buttons as all kids do. But in the end, I really enjoy the idea of Positive Discipline and feel it has created a close connection between my daughter and I, that will take us way beyond her teen and adult years.

10 important lessons I will teach my son.


Top 10 lessons to teach my son.

I have seen a lot of wonderful posts regarding lessons parents will teach their sons and daughters. One which was especially touching regarding a father’s message to his daughter. So I felt inspired, I thought I would write my own.

10 important lessons I will teach my son.

  1. Once you are of age where you can fold a dish towel, you will begin to fold your own laundry. Men should always know how to properly wash, fold, and most importantly put away their own laundry. Depending on a woman to do this for you, is never a smart idea. First, because you may be single for quite some time, and no woman likes a man to be wearing stinky clothes. And second, if you can wash, fold, and put away your own laundry, while in a relationship, it will defiantly contribute to a lasting marriage or partnership.
  2. You will keep your room clean, regardless of if you decide to let me enter your room as a teenager or not. (My mother-in-law felt her kids could keep their rooms as messy or clean as they liked, since it was their own personal space. This is why my husband could give a shit if he lives in a dump or not… which then leads to all the cleaning on me. Totally backfired, MIL! You raised a man who is comfortable living in filth.)Keeping a clean bedroom provides many life lessons. How to become a clean and tidy person, have respect for your belongings, and most importantly, how to keep a house clean when you become an adult. If there is a foul smell coming from your room, you need to rethink your approach.
  3. Speaking of cleaning your room…. Once you hit puberty, you will be required to change your own sheets once a week. I will not change your sheets for you. However I will teach you how to wash your sheets in hot water, to remove any “bodily fluids” and properly remake your bed. And you feel the need to “explore”, I would appreciate you locking the bathroom door, and just taking a long shower. Let’s leave it at that.
  4. On the subject of personal hygiene. It is always important to wash your balls. It is as important as a child, as it is as an adult. Believe me, no woman enjoys sweaty stinky balls. Taking a shower before you head to bed is a great way to keeping a clean bed throughout the week.
  5. Don’t be surprised if you find a box of condoms in your stocking from Santa. There is no excuse for you to bring home a pregnant girlfriend as a teenager. I don’t care how many forms of chemical birth control she claims to be on. You wrap and double wrap, and then wrap it again. Plus herpes is for life, and a total turn off for all future partners.
  6. Someday you will grow into a man, with a household of your own. It would be nice if you knew simple home repairs, but isn’t necessary. What is important is that you give a shit enough to at least know how to pick up a phone and call someone who does know how to fix things. Don’t freeze to death because you are too lazy to get the heater fixed. Or resort to putting a bucket under a leaky roof. Get that shit fixed!
  7. Be nice to your sister. I know there will be times where you want to rip each other apart. You will want to slam doors in each others faces, or tease each other to no end. But learning to respect and care for each other is a lesson your will take with you forever. She is your sister and your partner in life when it comes to taking care of your dad and I when we are old and crippled. Or support each other as kids, when your dad and I are arguing about what punishment you kids will get for misbehaving. She can also help teach you about girls and how to treat women. She can be your coach on dating and love… since I am sure you will think I am way lame in that department and have forgotten everything there is to know about being a teenager at one point in my life.
  8. I will teach you how to cook a meal that is not just Kraft Mac and Cheese. Knowing your way around a grill is fabulous. But what is really a turn on for your girlfriend or wife, is if you can cook her a three course meal every so often. And that includes shopping for ingredients, and cleaning up afterwards. Very sexy!
  9. I would love for you to go to college, but will not force you. If you for some reason you decide you don’t want to attend, please develop a skill set where you can make enough money to live comfortably. And if you do go to college, please choose a major where you can get a job afterwards in your line of study. Majoring in underwater basket weaving is a fabulous hobby, but can you contribute enough money to at minimum pay for half your family’s bills? We live in a modern age now. No one expects you to be responsible for supporting your entire family while your wife stays at home with the kids. If you and your wife choose that path, that is fabulous, but it isn’t for everyone. You should at least be able to pay for half.
  10. And lastly…. If you decide at any point in your life, childhood, teen years, or as an adult, that you are gay or bisexual, I will love and support your decision till my dying day. I will stand up for you and stand by you in every way I possibly can. I will walk in parades with my rainbow flag flying and I will treat any partner you bring home with respect and love. You are my son and I love you no matter what. As long as you are not hurting yourself or anyone else, I want you to follow your life’s path to what makes you happy, healthy, and proud to walk down this path called life.

Apparently I lived under a rock, when Gangnam Style came out

Growing up as a teen, I would always tell myself that I was going to be “the” cool mom. I would not be one of those stuffed up moms that couldn’t relate to their children. I would have the house where kids felt comfortable hanging out, eating my food, listening to loud music, telling all their secrets. I would make my kids and their friends feel welcome to be themselves around me.

Now flash forward 15 years. Up until about a week ago, I still thought I was the cool mom. I don’t wear mom jeans. (although I do wear mom yoga pants). I listen to the top 40 radio station on the way to work (although I would prefer my 90’s alternative grunge Pandora radio station). I am hip on what “flash mobs” are. I tweet, Facebook, Youtube, etc. But as my 6 year old seems to have a way of putting me in my place, I have come to realize that I am not as hip as I thought…. which is a total bummer.

About a week ago, we were all watching TV, and the pistachio commercial comes on where an Asian man in a green sport coat starts singing in Korean and doing a rodeo dance with dancing pistachio women. WTF is that? I turned to my family and said, “So what is the deal with this guy? This commercial comes on all the time. I feel like I’ve heard this song somewhere.”

My 6 year old daughter. The same daughter that needs reminding to on panties in the morning and does pretend play with the colored Easter eggs, turns to me and says, “Mom, don’t you know, its Gangnam Style”. And then proceeds to dance around the house as she is a line dancing stripper…singing, “Hey….. sexy lady, uh…. uh uh uh uh, Gangnum Style”.

My husband went on YouTube to bring up the song. Gangnam Style has over 5 billion views. And come to find out, it is as popular as the Funky Chicken song at weddings and grade school dances. Apparently I have lived under a rock for the past year. Apparently if the world ended tomorrow, the fact that I didn’t know what Gangnam style is, would probably mean life or death, where and I would ostracized  from from modern society.

You know, someone seriously needs to invent flash cards or something for us mom’s who want to keep up on the trends of next generation.

Now, every time I try dancing Gangnum Style or sing the song, my daughter has a massive freakout and leaves the room. I guess, now that I am in the know of such a killer song, I am not allowed to enjoy it and partake in the trends the young. Where is my cane and heating pad? I think I need to take a break on the couch cause Golden Girls is on again.

Oh well, maybe next time I will be more on top of it. But for now, I am so not “cool”.


OCD parent for baby #1. Baby #2 gets the slacker mom!

6 years ago when I was pregnant with my daughter, I was the typical type A “prego”. I read all the books, all the message boards, journalled my pregnancy experience, and was determined to be as prepared as possible for my little bundle. When she was born, my OCD didn’t stop there. I was dead set on nursing her even if it took 8 weeks for her to latch. I made her baby food. I practiced attachment parenting. And have since, taken tons of parenting courses and seeked support for every milestone.

Now baby number two rolls around. And boy are things different. You would think I was a pro by now, right? I am wet behind the ears. I don’t need to read books, I go with my intuition and hands on life experience of my parenting. HA!!!! Are you kidding me? I am just plain lazy now. I am tired, and overworked. By now with baby number two, if he just survives the day with all the activities of my daughter, chores, work, school, etc, I feel satisfied. For example:

  1. Nursing. No one tells you when you are pregnant that nursing may not be an option for you. I just imagined my baby would come out stuck to me like a leech. But oh no… She didn’t want anything to do with me. It took 8 weeks to get her to latch. I cried in the lactation center many of times. But holy hell, I was determined. The thought of one drip of formula touching my precious baby’s lips was just out of the question. She needed my magic, all healing milk, and I needed to burn the calories so I could continue eating a carton of ice cream every night. When I cut her off at 18 month, we both cried.When my son was born, luckily he latched right away. But as much as I loved nursing him, you better believe I had a formula body ready to pop in his mouth at any given second that I was too lazy to pull a booby out. As long as his belly was full and he was gaining weight, I didn’t care if it came from me, or a can. I just wanted to make sure he was full at all times. He decided to stop nursing on his own at 10 months. I cried.

    I have to say, one thing that didn’t change with number one and two, is that I would whip that boob out anywhere. I didn’t care. As long as there were no perverts staring at me, I would nurse those babies in anywhere. Boob in everyone’s face, no shame. I feel as though, once you are a nursing mother, your boobs are just natures bottle. They aren’t technically boobs anymore.


  2. Sleeping. My daughter slept with us every single day of her little life until she was 8 months old. I could not fathom the thought of her sleeping without me breathing down her throat. Once she was 8 months old, she squirmed too much and started sleeping in her own bed. She still comes to our bed often. But I have to admit, 3’s a crowd. And our little queen sized bed is a bit tight with two adults and a six year old. With my son, he has slept in his bassinet or crib every single day of his life. Not sure why to be honest. When we took him home from the hospital, that very first night, neither one of us could sleep unless we had at least a 12″ space between us. Maybe cause my daughter was still in the bed as well. But he has never slept well with us. On trips, it is a nightmare to get him to sleep if we have to share a bed. I usually end up with the hugest kink in my neck and about 20 min of sleep total.Speaking of sleep. The idea of my daughter having to cry herself to sleep at all was unthinkable. I would always make sure she was dead asleep in my arms before putting her down. With my baby boy, he goes in his crib with his pacifier and that is it. He is out like a light. And if he does wake, I let him cry a little before helping him. Usually he goes back down. It builds character.
  3. Routines. Routines are good for kids, right? It helps them transition from one activity to another. Helps calmly move them from one series of events to another. With my daughter, we have always had routines. As a baby she had an evening routine of dinner, bath, maybe a massage, read three books, nurse, and sleep. And even now she has an evening and morning routine that is clearly stated on her wall to get ready for school. Now my little baby boy. No routine…. He just tags along and when it is time for bed, we brush his teeth, stick the pacifier in, and put him in his crib. Done! I am sure as he gets older, he would benefit from a routine. But for now. It works for him. Despite what the books say.
  4. Speaking of reading. Baby number one, I read to her every night from probably six months on. We would pick out three little board books a night, sit in the rocking chair, and read together. We loved it. With my little boy, he is now 18 months old, and pretty much eats books. I take that back, he actually really likes books. He will look at the pictures, flip the pages, and likes the pictures. But god forbid you try and actually read him a book. My goodness, he won’t have it.
  5. It’s the little things. It is the daily things that crack me up. For example, I just throw the baby in the stroller, no strap. Hell, if he falls out, it builds character. Ok, that is an exaggeration. But with my daughter as a baby, she was always be strapped in with the five star strap system. I always made sure my daughter ate a well ranged diet of fruit, veggis, protient, grains, etc. Now with baby number two, if he eats what would seem like a large meal, I am stoked. He could have yogurt for dinner and I would be happy, if it meant that his belly had enough calories.With my daughter, she did baby sign language, baby play groups, swim lessons, etc. With my son, he pretty much comes along for the ride for whatever my daughter is doing.

Both of my kids are experiencing two totally different upbringings for their early years, but they are both happy and thriving. And I know someday my son will be a reading champ, vs just eating the books. I am sure my son will be in swim lessons, a co-op preschool, and explore all the wonderful activities that my daughter is experiencing now… someday soon. And I know that there will be a point in time where my daughter won’t want to sleep with us, and I will miss it dearly.

I do at times get worried that I will send of them into therapy as adults because of their upbringings. But shit, isn’t that what a Type A, OCD mother is suppose to worry about?