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Crazy Morning

Most mornings are a varying degree of crazy.  Some a relatively sane.  Some are a balance of sane and crazy.  Some are like this morning.

Amélie is back in diapers since yesterday evening.  I decided I was tired (both literally and figuratively) of not sleeping on account of being worried about how much longer she’d hold in her pee.  So besides running after her to try to change her so-full-it-was-seeping diaper, after breakfast, I also had to run after her to get her dressed and then get her coat and shoes on.

Charles, on the other hand, was constantly changing between his “I’m a big boy” mode, his “I’m an insufferable tattletale” mode and his “I want to control everything” mode.  Whew!

Then, Elliot was starting to become tired (who wouldn’t be with all the screaming and running around that was happening) and started to communicate that fact to me (by crying, of course).

So here I was, standing in the entrance of the house.  Charles was telling me that his sister stunk.  I was realizing that she stunk.  She was yelling because her brother was saying that she was stinking.  Charles was telling me that Elliot was crying.  Amélie was insisting (very loudly) that there was no poop in her diaper.  Elliot was pursuing his attempts at communicating his annoyance at the fact that he was tired and strapped in his car seat and hot and still not sleeping.

Then the doorbell rings.

I answer and this dude from one of the cable companies around here is standing there talking on the phone.

Me: Hi

Him: [continuing his conversation]

Me (insisting): What can I do for you?

Him: [telling the other person on the phone to wait a bit] You called.

Me: Uh, nope, I didn’t (I know this for a fact because we don’t do business with this company on account of the fact that all of its employees seem to be blessed with the idiocy gene).

Him: But isn’t your address [leans back to see the door number] 126 street name?

Me: Yes, it is, but I didn’t call you.

Him: Oh!  There are a lot of kids here (guess he finally noticed the commotion behind me).

Me: There are three.

Him: Do you run a daycare?

Me: No, they’re all mine, BUT I was on my was to daycare.

Him: But you called.

Me: (Holy crap, is this guy dense?) No, I did not.  Perhaps you should recheck the door number or the street name.

Him: [taking the phone away from his ear to look at it] Oh.  I’m supposed to go to 116 street name.

Me: [slams the door in his face before turning around to take care of the kiddo’s diaper]

Posted in Ten Thought Tuesday

Ten Thought Tuesday: October 28th 2014


  1. I’ve been having some trouble finding the time to blog lately mostly because baby girl has been napping very poorly during the day.
  2. This is why I’ve decided that it was finally the time to break out the EASY routine and work on teaching independent sleep.
  3. Of course, we’ve got the eat (E) and activity (A) parts down pat  Now, I just have to work on the sleep (S).
  4. After a few days of frustratingly little day sleep, my daughter is finally taking a nap in her room (she’s been sleeping for 90 minutes – woot!).
  5. We’ve got a busy week.  Besides it being Halloween on Friday (can’t wait to share a photo of the kiddos in their costumes!), Amélie has her two month shots tomorrow, on Thursday I’m starting band again (haven’t touched my flute in almost 2 years!) and on Friday, baby girl is going for her 2 month well check up).
  6. After my postpartum appointment with my obgyn, I have decided to explore the world of smoothies.  She kindly scolded me when I admitted to not taking any postpartum vitamins, but I can’t stomach the things (good thing she didn’t know I wasn’t taking any when I was pregnant).  I figure that I can get all of the vitamins I need out of real food.
  7. Right now, I’m working on figuring out which vitamins I should focus on given that I’m breastfeeding and finding which foods pack the vitamins I need (also experimenting with flavour combinations 😉 ).
  8. The one thing that’s annoying me is that I’m using a food processor to make them.  Besides the fact that I have to remove the blade before removing the container and that the opening to the container has such a large diameter (and no spout) that it’s nearly impossible to pour the smoothie in my glass without losing half of it on the counter, it’s also a pain to clean all the parts and it doesn’t take care of ice and frozen fruits as well as I would like.  I’m thinking of investing in a good ol’ blender.  Any suggestions?
  9. Now that the content of Netflix Canada is better, we’ve decided to go ahead and subscribe to it.  I have been having a lot of fun going through the Star Trek: The Next Generation episodes.  So many memories for the geek in me!
  10. I can’t believe how quickly time flies.  My little sister turned 23 last week, my daughter is going to be 2 months tomorrow, my son 2 years old next month, I’m going on 30 and baby brother is going on 20!  What, seriously?  I remember holding him in my arms when he was fresh out of the oven!
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Or, for those of you who aren’t well-versed in made-up acronyms:

Thank Goodness For BabyWearing.


You see, yesterday evening, my partner had some training for his job.  This meant that I would be home alone with the two kiddos.  No big deal, right?  I mean, I’ve been alone with the two of them during the day for a few hours at a time, so it’s not like it was mission impossible.

So off I went, at 4pm, daughter in tow in her car seat to fetch my son at daycare.  An hour later (yes, my daycare is far away), I was back home.  I had planned on making some nice pan fried sole with some rice and steamed veggies for supper.  The problem is that when I got home, both the baby and the toddler were hungry.  Luckily, I had made some banana muffins earlier during the day, so I gave the little guy a mini muffin and set him up in front of some Baby Einstein as I nursed Amélie.

Once baby girl was fed, I put her in her basket and started to get everything out to make supper.  The thing is, by then it was already half past 5 and I knew I wouldn’t have the time to get everything done by 6pm.  The little guy was tiring of Baby Einstein, the newborn was resolutely not sleeping and I was getting hungry (and we all know what happens when the mama is hungry, right?!).  I decided to heat up some of the previous evening’s supper (macaroni & ground beef in a tomato sauce) in a pan and stick some homemade chicken nuggets in the oven.  I then cut up a red bell pepper into strips for good measure (’cause we all need our veggies, right?).

As my son and I sat down to eat our very healthy and well-balanced on-the-fly meal, the baby (or “that”, as my son like to affectionately call her) decided she wasn’t content to look at the sides of her basket anymore and became vocal about it.  Then again, who can blame her?  I mean, I’m pretty sure that just like her brother did at the same age, she thinks the collection of brown polka-dots are nipples and wonders why the heck she can’t get any milk out of them.

I finished my supper with baby girl in my arms.

Everything was looking great.  Then it dawned on me that I had to get my son ready for bed.  That meant, bath-taking, antibiotic-taking, teeth brushing, diaper changing, getting into pyjamas…and I had a newborn that was acting as though she hadn’t eaten in years.  Oy!

And then, ding, light bulb moment! 💡

I grabbed my ring sling, popped my breast out and positioned baby girl so that I could nurse her hands-free.  I decided to forsake the bath as the toddler let me know very clearly that he did not want to go and I very clearly did not want to create a tantrum (you pick your battles, eh!?).  Miraculously, I managed to get everything else done without a hitch in time for Little Dude’s 7pm bedtime!

The best part about all of this?  Amélie fell asleep in the sling as I was getting her brother ready for bed.


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A Little Trinkle

I’m thinking of investing in a potty.

I wasn’t planning on it.  I always figured I’d wait until my son had the words for “pee” and “poop” so that he could ask to go to the potty.  Actually, I figured I’d do the three-day potty training during spring break 2015 or summer 2015.

The thing is, though, my son peed on the floor again this evening and some of my neurons connected.

Ok, maybe I should rewind a bit and explain what my son was doing sans diaper.

You see, Charles likes his routines.  He likes to know what to expect.  One of his favourite parts of bath time is when he gets out.  That’s when I wipe him down and then wrap his torso in a towel and call him my little Greek god.  He just beams and walks proudly out of the washroom in his “toga” to see his dad.

Then, if I don’t catch him in time to put his diaper on, he generally finds a place to squat down and leave a little puddle of urine before continuing on with his business (namely trying to get away from me so I can’t catch him and get him ready for bed).

So, why the potty?

I realized today that his bath lengths vary considerably.  Sometimes he’s in the tub five minutes before signing to me that he is all done, other evenings he can play and play for 45 minutes before being ready to move on to the next part of his routine.  But each time, invariably, he ends up peeing on the floor if I don’t get a diaper on him within two minutes of getting him out of the tub.

Besides, what do I have to lose?  We’re going to have to invest in a potty sooner or later anyways so it’s not like I’m going to be buying something that won’t be useful somewhere down the line.  Plus, there are some people that do elimination communication (or EC) as early as the newborn days, so I suppose it makes sense to give partial potty training a go at 16 months.  Also, he’s already gotten used to waving bye bye to his flushable liner when I’m done changing him (of course, he also likes to wave bye bye when his father or I use the toilet too :D.  I figure that I can start out slowly and encourage him to use the potty when he’s done with his bath and see where things go from there.

Make sense?

Care to share your potty training experience?

Posted in Infant, Newborn

Baby Schedule Made E.A.S.Y.

I’ve never thought of myself as the type that would want to enforce a schedule for her baby.  I mean, I’m a pretty easy-going go-with-the-flow kind of gal.  When I first came home with my son and started reading feverishly on the web any tidbit of information that could help me out with understanding how to adjust to my new life with a newborn, I was amazed at the sheer quantity of information there was.  Of course, on different subjects, different people have different points of view.  One such subject concerned sleep.  Some say that it’s important to initiate a well-organized routine as soon as possible.  Others believe in living your life around the routine your baby sets.  And, of course, there’s everything in between.

At first, I let my newborn lead my life.  He slept when he was tired.  He ate when he was hungry.  Period.  But, as time went by and he got older (ok, so he’s just past seven weeks old, but he’s already changed a lot), I started to wonder whether I should try to ease him into a schedule.  I realized that I needed some more predictability in my life, especially since my boyfriend was back to work.  I also figured that my baby would probably be comforted by more predictability.  So I read and read and read about sleep and came across one baby whisperer’s take on putting a baby on a schedule.  She calls it E.A.S.Y.

E.A.S.Y. is an acronym (duh!) for Eat, Activity, Sleep, Your time.  It is devilishly simple to remember and to implement.  It is based on a baby’s need to sleep, play and eat and on a parent’s need to have some time of their own.  The method takes into account the baby’s age and so is adapted to consider that a four week old, for instance, will not only need to eat more often than a five month old but will also need more daily nap time hours than a five month old.

With regards to my son, he typically eats every three hours (except when he is going through a growth spurt) so I use a three-hour rotating schedule.  Here is an example:

(E) 7:00 – Wake, nurse, burp

(A) 7:30 – Diaper change / change out of pyjamas and into clothing / various activities such as tummy time or playing with his foot piano.

(S) 8:30 – Whisper to him that he is tired and that it is nap time, go into room, wrap him up in his blankets, rock him, put him into his crib sleepy but not sleeping (ideally).

(Y) As soon as he is asleep – My time (nap and/or shower and/or do some chores…)

(E) 10:00 – Wake up, nurse, burp…

Please note that the hours that I jotted down are only there as examples.  I do not wake him at 7am so that we can start the schedule at exactly that hour.  Also, though I prefer to put him down for naps after active play so that he doesn’t associate nursing with sleep and NEED to nurse to fall asleep in the long run, I don’t force him to stay awake if he can’t keep his eyes open after being nursed, burped and changed.  Furthermore, if, for instance, he ate at 7 and by 9 he looks hungry, I don’t force him to wait an hour before nursing just because he is “supposed” to eat every three hours nor do I force him to nap if he clearly isn’t tired.  I use this schedule in a flexible way based on his cues.  However, it does have some predictability to it.

Honestly *knock on wood*, with regards to naps, it has been going rather well now that I’ve started using this method with my son.  I was actually surprised that he was able to fall asleep after active play rather than after nursing so quickly (just last week I would still put him down after he nursed).  I’ve been able to get him to take about four 1 to 2 hour naps per day for the past three days and so I think that he understands the daytime routine.

I am now gradually implementing the nighttime routine which would look something like this:

(E) 19:00 – Wake, nurse, burp

(A) 19:30 – Bath (with daddy!), change into pyjamas

(S) 20:00 – Whisper to him that it is time for sleep, mom and dad give him a kiss goodnight and either one of us brings him to his room, wraps him up into his blanket, turns on the white noise, sings a lullaby and attempts to rocks him to sleep.

Now this part of the routine isn’t integrated yet.  My son isn’t used to taking his bath every night and so, I think, hasn’t associated the bath with bedtime.  Furthermore, I think he just doesn’t like the dark (this despite the fact that there are two nightlights in his room) because he will generally start to fuss as soon as the lights in his room are turned off.  If within about a quarter-hour, my little one still isn’t sleeping, well, I get out of the rocking chair, get him out of his blankets, , turn off the white noise and bring him back into the living room with his father and I to wait for his next “I’m sleepy” cue (the eye rubbing and yawning usually gives it away).  I’ll keep you posted on how are nights are doing in a couple of weeks.

Of course, not everyone would agree with this method.  I mean, there are several parenting experts out there and thus several ways of seeing child-rearing.  I’m a fan of reading on different methods and then picking and choosing from each one what works best for me.  I am a firm believer that there are as many methods as there are children in the world as no two individuals are alike and so no single copy-pasted method can work for two children.

On the note of different opinions, there is one subject that I haven’t made up my mind on yet: waking a baby to feed.  Though I do wake him during the day to make sure he eats every three hours max, I am inclined to let him sleep at night…up to a certain point.  Last night, I awoke at half past midnight.  My mommy brain knew that my son hadn’t eaten for a little over three hours.  Now, usually, when this happens, I will get out of bed and get my son out of his crib to feed him (waking him in the process).  Last night, however, I forced myself back to sleep (after getting up, going into my son’s room to make sure he actually still had his eyes closed and he was still breathing).  I woke up two hours later, my mommy brain worried because my wonderful son hadn’t eaten in a little over five hours.  This time, I did get out of bed to nurse him even though he was still sleeping peacefully.  I guess I still think my son is much to little, at seven weeks young, to be going so long without eating.

I wonder though, what would you have done?