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Crying Over My Peppermint Mocha

Well, it is officially the lead-up to Christmas.  How do I know? Starbucks.  The red cups are back, and so are my favourite hot drinks.

The other day, when Hubbs bought me my first peppermint mocha of the season and I took my first sweet, creamy sip, I nearly burst into tears.  No, the coffee tasted fantastic, and nothing was wrong with it.

But I was overcome with emotion because it suddenly dawned on me that the last time I had tasted the delicious minty-choco brew, Baby Loquacious was still a little bun in my oven, and not a precocious little sassypants in my arms.  That first taste, as it settled into my taste buds, triggered some sort of sensory memory of my pregnancy last winter, and I was awash again in the emotions of anxious excitement as I anticipated my little girl's arrival.

Last year, around this time, Hubbs and I were going through our prenatal courses.  I remember well the "Movember" experience of having him stroke his gross patchy 'stache throughout t…

Finally, a Food She Doesn't Like

Baby Loquacious has been a very good little eater.  Recently, she tried stuffing for the first time - loved it.  She also had cheese recently, which she enjoyed.

But the yogurt? Dislike.

As in, after the first spoon made it into her mouth, the remaining spoonfuls were on the floor, on her seat, in her hair, on her clothes, and covering just about every other place within her vicinity.

So yeah, she's not a yogurt eater.  Nor am I, so no biggie in my books.

But she *loves* macaroni and beef.  Cleaning that off is horrendously difficult.  Ick nast.

Mandarins & Blessings

My baby girl is obsessed with mandarin oranges.  Seriously, she will sit and inhale *two* oranges as a snack.  She'd probably eat more if I let her, but I'm trying to keep her from gorging.

I usually give them to her in segments, sometimes in half-segments.  I often remind her to chew, but she gets a little too, um, eager, and will only chomp down three or four times before attempting to swallow.  Amazingly enough, this has not caused any choking or even gagging.  I know that I have a great ability to eat quickly, and without a lot of chewing either, so maybe she comes by it honestly? Still, I would much prefer she'd at least chew it a few more times.  Hubbs has reported seeing evidence of not chewing in her diaper.  Ew.

Regardless, the consumption is getting out of hand.  We bought a case (5 lbs) last week, and save for the rotten ones (there are always a few rotten ones), she ate 90% of the box.  In less than a week.

Thankfully, she's equally spirited about eating o…

A Generation of ADHD

As you are well aware, we are anti-TV for our little girl; in fact, I don't think she has ever watched even 5 consecutive minutes of TV, ever.  We don't turn ours on when she's awake.  However, one thing I learned from the OT sleep consultant is that iPhones are also a no-no for babies.  Though we weren't exactly leaving Baby Loquacious with a phone for hours on end, she probably did get a pretty sizeable amount of "face time" with the Fisher Price apps every couple of days (like, maybe an hour/day, 3-4 times a week?).

When the OT raised her concerns, she also pointed us to a Ted Talk done by a research pediatrician named Dimitri Christakis.

Here's the video:

It's not a long video but so worth watching, to learn how media for babies today affects their impressionable, developing brains.  I've long condemned the TV-as-babysitting practice of some parents that I know, but equally damaging are those of us/them who are using iPhones and iPads as baby …

Taking a Stand

Baby Loquacious has learned to stand...and with a vengeance! She no longer permits us to change her in a supine position, preferring rather for us to perform miraculous and impressive feats of removing soiled (read: poopy) diapers and cleaning off her bottom while she is on her feet.

Hubbs and I have new skills to add to our resumes.

Seriously, it's nuts.  She stands with the aid of ... anything, really.  The ottoman, the mirror (perpendicular to the floor, but she just pushes all of her weight on the thing and heaves herself up), the crib, my legs, the Megablocks table, the diaper box, the couch, the bookshelves... anything is fair game.

Unfortunately, sometimes after she gets up, she's not quite sure how to get back down to a sitting position.  This causes some minor whining and crying, but for the most part she is thrilled to be on her feet and the big grin on her face reflects her excitement at this newfound skill.

Of course, for us it's panic central.  As our OT like…

Sleep Sucks

Last straw. I am at my wits' end. Baby Loquacious will either get sleep trained or Hubbs will need a third income to pay for some poor woman to come and deal with my 10:00pm-10:00am shift, because I have had it.

I know, I know. You thought I had it good, or at least tolerable, since I haven't been b!tch!ng on here about my lack of good sleep.  I liken it to war; after being in the trenches for a long time, you almost adjust to sleeping in a ditch. Almost.

So what's the matter? So glad you asked!

Baby L still doesn't sleep through the night. In fact, she wakes up every 2 hours.  Oh, and then she cries until she gets nursed. Then it takes upwards of an hour on the boob to get her back into a deep slumber. Then I try to put her down in her own crib in my room. She lasts maybe an hour if I'm lucky, 5 minutes if I'm not. Then she wakes up crying, wanting to nurse again.

Can we say negative sleep association anyone?

Compound that with:
-an asleep Hubbs cro…

BLW - The Last List

This will be the last time I do a list, because, frankly, I've run out of time to write out everything that Baby Loquacious eats, and she. eats. everything.  Some days she amazes me and everyone around her with her consumption.  One night, while my sibs and parents were watching her, she ate 2 bowls of noodles.  Granted, these weren't full bowls and they weren't heaping full, but still.  TWO. BOWLS. At nine months.  WOW.

Chicken shitake congee - hit
Watermelon - hit
Cauliflower - hit
Belgian Waffles - hit
Yellow carrots - hit
Baked salmon - hit
Green beans - hit
Fried egg - hit
Strawberries - hit
Pineapple - hit
Turkey stuffing - hit
Guacamole - hit
Spanish rice - hit
Refried beans - miss (just like momma!)
Apples - hit
Grapefruit - hit
Omelettes - hit
Pork BBQ ribs - hit
Italian sausage - hit
Pork & cabbage dumplings - hit

So yeah.  She eats everything.  And her appetite is insatiable.  Whoever said that babies will stop eating when they're full, LIED.  Mine will…

F.U. Flu!

In previous years I always turned it down.  I was healthy, not in a high-risk group, and reluctant to inject anything into my body that might have adverse effects.  Plus, I had heard the rumours that it made things worse, at least in the short term.

However, now that I am a mommy and Baby L is young (9 months!), we are all part of a high-risk demographic for contracting the flu.  It wouldn't be all that crippling for me, since I am a heavy weight adult, but for little Baby L, who isn't even yet 20 pounds (but close!), getting a case of the H1N1 would really really suck.

So, for her benefit, I got shot by the flu vaccine.  She did too.  Hubbs is going within the week.

My doc prepped me by saying that I would feel it a lot, and so might Baby L, because we've never had the vaccine before.  We might be extra tired, sore, achy, and generally miserable.

She forgot to mention nauseous.

So today, Hubbs and I took Baby L on a quick errand downtown.  Because we weren't going far…


... but surely, we are transitioning back into "adult space" territory, all the while still finding homes for Baby Loquacious's "stuff."

Yesterday, I took apart her exersaucer (yes, me! I did it!) and reassembled it as a play table thing.  Then I took out the multi-coloured foam mats and put down the Skip Hop Playspot Foam mat, which matches our decor colours a bit better.  So here's a pic of the finished products, in our "den" / reading area:

Now to tackle the abyss that is our dining room space.  We so need a buffet, so I think that's next on the shopping list.

Hours and Home

It is 8:30 am right now, and my mind is alert though my body aches from fatigue.  Though we theoretically "gained" an hour because of Daylight Savings Time, I have lost hours in the last few days.  Baby Loquacious has been sick or teething or something, and has woken up every two hours crying and needing to be cuddled by me exclusively; she has not wanted Hubbs at all during these night-time wake-ups.  Furthermore, she hasn't always wanted to nurse down again, which used to be my fool-proof fall-back plan to return her to slumber.  In these past few nights, she has whined and cried, and needed me to hold her in cuddle position for her to go back to sleep.

Strangely enough, too, she hasn't been sleeping in a very, um, normal position of late.  Her body arches and her head tilts backwards while she snoozes on her side.  When I cuddle her, she prefers for her head to tilt backwards and her mouth to be agape as she sleeps on her back.  It is an odd sight, and one that i…