Silly Girl

I was sorting through photos the other day and found a bunch I either laughed at or said, “aww”.

Halmeoni’s favorite little girl
April 25, 2012
9 months, 11 days

Soundly sleeping with her butt in the air…
April 26, 2012
9 months, 12 days

March 19, 2012
8 months, 5 days

Munching on puff treats/her hand.
April 7, 2012
8 months, 24 days (one week shy of 9 months)

Lesson #128: Win One, Mom

Some lessons never go out of style.

Remember how I “tricked” Mila? Yep. Apparently, you can do that with solid food, too.

I have been having a hard time getting Mila to eat vegetables. She loved ’em then didn’t. So, today when I already failed with broccoli for lunch, I took what she didn’t eat and tossed it into her scrambled eggs.

Oh yeah, Mila ate her broccoli today.

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Update: Attempted the same thing with the zucchini she didn’t eat at dinner last night. As long as it didn’t fall out of the egg (or she didn’t spit it out), this worked, too. Not as well as the broccoli, though.

October 18, 2012
One year, 3 months, 4 days.

Releasing The Dreaded Bottle

At Mila’s 12-month doctor’s appointment we were told that now is the time to get Mila off the bottle. By 15 months, she should no longer have the bottle at all.

Not only was I flabbergasted by this bomb that was dropped on my reality, (add to that the fact that I’m processing the fact that my baby is now a toddler), I was also told that I wasn’t giving Mila enough calcium. I thought that eventually I would have to ween her off the bottle, so I started to drop the number of ounces I was giving her. Big mistake. I was giving her 9 ounces a day when she should have been getting 16 to 24 ounces. Whoops.

So, I’m determined to correct my error and progress my baby into toddler-hood – kicking and screaming* if need be. I gave Mila a sippy cup full of milk the first few days and she denied it. A big ol’ fat FAIL. She wouldn’t take milk out of anything but a bottle. I tried a different kind of cup, separated her cups, even – juice in sippy cups, milk in cups with straws, but still she wouldn’t bite.

Pffft to bottles!
July 26, 2012
One year, 12 days.

I upped the amount of milk I gave Mila and kept trying to get her to drink out of anything but a bottle. Then one day I cheated. I added a little chocolate powder to her milk. Holy smokes, you’d think it was golden milk! She gobbled it all up. Ok, win one mom.

Great, now I had Mila down to a sippy cup of milk in the morning and a bottle of milk at night – totaling 16 ounces, (she was also getting yogurt for breakfast and cheese snacks to add to her calcium intake). I admit, I wasn’t too anxious to get her off her nighttime bottle. It was part of our routine and I was scared of the consequences: Would she go to sleep? Would it take me an hour to get her down?

So I passed on this and at Mila’s 15 month check up, I confessed to the doctor only that she was still on her bedtime bottle. He urged Mila (uh, me) to get off the bottle completely. So starts the next phase of the dreaded bottle…

Day one: Dan attempted a sippy cup of milk at bedtime. Mila took one sip and tossed it aside. She went down to sleep easily, probably because she was so tired.

Day two: I gave Mila her final milk of the day just before dinnertime. Probably not the best idea since she didn’t eat much during dinner. I gave her a bath and when Dan went to put her to bed, I suggested reading her a book to make up for those few minutes she would have been drinking a bottle. My intention was to calm her into sleep. It seemed to have worked, (knock on wood). It wasn’t quick. It took Dan almost a half hour between reading the book and getting her to finally relax enough to drift off.

What I’ve learned is that everything leading up to this point is what really matters. Getting Mila used to falling asleep by herself really helps when you don’t have a bottle to fill her and drift her off to sleep.

Hopefully this all gets easier. The real challenge will be when Mila’s not with us and we can’t see if she’s getting a bottle of milk or juice.

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*Mila didn’t kick and scream. I did. I may still be kicking.  

Lesson #127: Monkey See, Monkey Do

If mommy can do it, so can I.

I really think that’s what Mila thinks. She’s gotten to the age where she will copy us. She sees me wipe her high chair, so she “wipes” her tray, essentially pushing all her uneaten food onto the floor.

I have to be careful now — of what I say and what I do. Before I know it Mila will be acting and saying what she sees and hears. Oh this isn’t going to be fun…

Lessons #124 to 126: Food, Sacrifice & Unchanging Eating Habits

#124: It’s difficult to eat when your child is screaming. “mo, mo, mo!” for her own food.

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#125: No matter how much you are enjoying your dinner or dessert, you will give your last bite to your grunting, open-mouthed child.

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#126: You’ll give up things you love for your child.

I gave up beer while I was pregnant. And I give up all my chopped pork in my pork-fried rice (my favorite part), because Mila absolutely loves it.

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I wrote this back in July 2011, not long after Mila was born. I can say that more than a year later, not much has changed.

My eating habits progressed from little to nothing (no time to eat) to actually getting to eat, only it was a cold meal. I’ve learned to even juggle: my right hand with a spoon in Mila’s mouth and my left hand with a fork in my mouth.

The other day Mila and I had breakfast with my brother, who so astutely noted that he hadn’t seen me eat or finish a full meal in over a year. It was actually nice to have done so.

Lesson # 123: Some Things Never Get Old

Some “toys” are handier than others…

I can understand why Mila’s foot was in her mouth at six-months. She had recently discovered them.

January 28, 2012
6 months, 2 weeks

However, I don’t know why they are back in her mouth at fifteen-months. I guess because she can. Silly girl.

September 2, 2012
1 year, 1 month, 19 days

Bath Time is So Much Fun!

Dan and I had a routine where I fed Mila, he bathed her, and I put her to bed. This worked great for a long time. After Mila began to really start playing in the tub and have bubble baths, I wanted to join in the fun, so we switched. You can’t not have fun with a toddler in a tub.

Mila has bath letters that stick on the side of the tub. When I stick them, she pushes them all off, back into the water. She grabs the letters and puts them in her little bucket, along with her duckies and other bath toys.

One week while Dan was working nights, when I cleaned up the toys, I would leave him a note with her letters, knowing that he would jump in the shower when he got home. One of my messages was “867-5309″…he never understood it.

Yesterday, while I bathed Mila I took a few pictures. We were having so much fun and when I said, “Mila, give kisses”, she did this:

October 8, 2012
6 days shy of 15 months
edited in Instagram

She’s such a ham.

Bathroom Manner

September 2, 2012
13 months, 19 days

When Mila started sitting up on her own, (and rolling around), I didn’t feel safe leaving her when I went to the bathroom, so I brought her with me. She would sit on the rug and giggle, point and laugh at me. It was so funny and I have no idea what entertained her.

Months later, Dan came downstairs yelling about the cats (again). I asked him what was wrong this time and he proceeded to tell me, “look at the toilet paper in the bathroom! It’s all shredded!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “That wasn’t the cats, that was your daughter”. I guess I didn’t clean up as well as I thought.

June 26, 2012
11 months, 12 days

I leave a little basket of toys in the bathroom that she can play with while I get ready and that seems to occupy her enough.

By 13-months-old, Mila was reaching for the doorknob in the bathroom. At about 13 and a half months, she opened it, (the door knob is more like  a lever than a knob, so it’s easy for her to reach and pull down). Guess now I have to put her in her crib while I take care of myself.

It’s That Time Again!*

October 6, 2012
8 days shy of 15 months
Mila already has lots of Halloween attire.

By this time, most years, I’ve already figured out what I’m going to be for Halloween AND have begun to make my costume. Not this year, however. The furthest I’ve gotten was Mila choosing her own costume – a bumblebee. So where’s that leave me? Should I do something that relates to her – a flower, a stinger, a beehive, a larger bumblebee? I have not a clue.

I don’t even have my decorations out of storage and I’ve decided not to have my annual Halloween party this year, (the first time in 4 or 5 years I’ll break my tradition). It’s just too much. Too much money for someone who’s unemployed; too much energy for a mother chasing a one-year-old daily; too much cleaning, because the house has to be tip-top before the party and there’s always a mess after the party; too much effort for a few-hour event. It makes me tired just thinking about it!

Could I have possibly grown too old for Halloween?

Naaaah!

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*Written mid-September 2012