Parenting 2.0

Posts Tagged ‘mom


I have an hour to myself. Yes, to M-Y-S-E-L-F!

I head to the mall (namely Toys R Us) armed with a dual item shopping list. And what two items is my heart after? Drum roll please. Baby bottle brushes and bibs! Oh wow, the excitement.

Post Toys R Us success I’ve still got ten minutes to burn. I pop into the Gap? Nope. Town Shoes? Uh-uh. Starbucks? Heck no! Gymboree? Bingo! Seeing so many good buys, I can’t pass up the deals, and end up getting four new shirts for Niko.

You know you’re a mom when…

all you buy at the mall is stuff for your kids.

And you’re excited about your purchases.



Despite all my qualms about breastfeeding, after 10 months it seems to have come to a natural end for me and Niko. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy I nursed him and it worked out really well for us, but our time is over. I had planned to breastfeed for one year, but over the past few weeks it seems to have just naturally tapered off. I didn’t really feel like I was producing enough milk and little Niko was often frustrated during and after feeding, so I introduced more bottle feedings and he seemed more content and satisfied.

Another sign that it was the end for this little guy? Even though we’ve been tapering off, sometimes I still try nursing him when he seems fussy and I don’t have a bottle on hand. (And let’s face it, breastfeeding is more convenient than preparing a bottle.) When we gave it whirl yesterday he went for it, for all of about 10 seconds, then stopped, looked up at me and started giggling, showing off his six white and ever growing teeth. (And trust me, the fact that those chompers are in there doesn’t make it any easier either. Let’s just say I’ve bared the brunt of a few bites.)  Anyway after the bout of giggles, he pulled himself away and focused his attention elsewhere. Yah, I think that’s pretty much a sign that he’s done. I’m done. It’s over, but also the beginning of a new era as well. After all aren’t all endings just the beginning of something else anyway?

Click to support my blog


Thanks goodness for friends who get married and then request my presence at their showers, bachelorettes and weddings! Otherwise, I’m not sure I would ever get a day off.

Jamie, one of my besties from S-town is getting hitched at the end of May and her shower/bachelorette is happening this Saturday. So, Borys and I worked out a schedule where he’ll be taking care of the little guy all day Saturday and until I get back on Sunday. He’s done it before, and Daddy Daycare was successful, but this time the party’s a little further away, so there’ll be some overtime involved.

Borys: So, before you go, can you write out a detailed schedule about feeding and sleeping and everything else?

Me: Of course, sweetie pie!

Borys: I’ll need a detailed list of everything I’m supposed to do.

Me: No problem, Lovebug.

Borys: So you’ll write everything down right?

Me: You betcha!

It’ll be so nice to reconnect with my pals from home. The last time that most of us got together (at least when I was there) was at my shower in November. So it’s been a while! Burlington, can you handle us? I’m not sure!

Now, which friend can I convince to get married next!?


Yesterday I headed to the grocery store, armed with a list and a mindset to buy the particular ingredients needed to create some new flavours for my Little Man. The world of internet blogging has introduced me to a site called Carrots are Orange where you can basically find a different baby food recipe each day. This lovely blogger (creator of Carrots are Orange) has a knack for kitchen creativity and I, or should I say Baby Niko, is reaping the benefits.

Luckily for Niko, I’m expanding and improving my culinary skill set since the Campfire Squash incident. Yes, I’ve stepped up my domestic game a notch and my repertoire now includes: skinning tomatoes (easier than it sounds), poaching sole (although my poaching technique is questionable) and thus creating “Sole” Mate Puree, all in the name of making baby food for my Little Man. Now wouldn’t Borys like it if I put so much effort into making adult food for my Big Man. Actually to be fair, here’s a conversation that transpired the other day:

Borys: I’ve noticed you’ve been cooking more lately. I like it!

Me (with an air of contentment and pride): Yah, I guess I have been cooking a lot.

Borys: Whoa there. I didn’t say “a lot”, just “more” than before. But I still like it.

Me (somewhat dejected): Oh…

B and Me: har har har 🙂

Yes I’ll admit it, for quite some time PC frozen lasagnas and countless other PC varieties made daily appearances at Chez Alli & Borys. But now, and maybe in part due to the years (yes, years!) of eating them, those frozen entrees just don’t have the same appeal. Thank goodness…

So today I will continue on my baby making, nix that, on my baby food making adventure. And what lies ahead, you may wonder: Chicken Pot Pie and an Avocodo, Banana, Blueberry puree (ingredients, at least at this stage in the game, I would never have dreamed of combining!) So, thank you Marnie, from Carrots are Orange – Niko’s taste buds are happy and all the while I’m honing my cooking skills.


Now that  I have been a mommy for close to five months, I have honed quite a few taking-care-of-baby skills: changing diapers, getting up in the wee hours of the night, entertaining a newborn, and (drum roll, please…) breastfeeding in public! Although I can’t say for certain I’ve honed this skill to perfection, I have done it and met with success and am sure I will do it again in the future.

Is the public arena my place of choice to feed little Niko? No.

Have I developed a comfort and skill level that allow me to feed my baby when he’s hungry out in public? Yes.

And, truth be told, most of this comfort developed on the recent trip Niko and I took to Halifax, where airports and airplanes became ground for free-range feeding! Being discreet helped a lot with building up my level of comfort: I mean a lot of times I don’t think that anyone was even aware of what I was doing, that is unless they took note of the big pink, Babe au Lait nursing canopy draped over my front. But seeing as most people are so wrapped up in their own business, I find they for the most part don’t even look at others, as I will explain later…

Interestingly enough, in the March 2010 issue of Today’s Parent there is an article (p. 107-108) about Breastfeeding in Public. The writers are all for it, despite the qualms that nursing mothers may have about this task. The most important thing is to get that hungry baby fed, right? And I agree with the article – hungry babes do need to eat, and when the time comes, they pretty much need to eat pronto! The article goes on to give tips to mothers who breastfeed in public, and one of them is as follows: “Smile at people. Make eye contact. Look confident.” OK, looking confident is one thing, but smiling and making eye contact?! Come on! It’s not like I am looking to make new friends while I am nursing my baby. I mean people out and about in the general public barely even look each other in the eye – so yes I would feel a bit awkward sitting on a bench in the mall, breastfeeding my baby, while giving the old wink and smile to passersby! Confidence – YES! Smiling and eye contact – WEIRD!

Note: Like Greg mentioned in his comment, I’ll just “have to take what ‘they’ say with a large grain of sea salt”.


Who wants to be the person on the plane with the crying baby? Not me, not me! Who was the person on the plane with a crying baby? I was, I was! Oh, joy!

Yes, I was that person who is one of the last ones to get on the plane – seeing as I was tending to Niko’s diaper – and walks on with a baby, all eyes wondering in paralyzed fear: is this mother and her babe going to be sitting by me? Well, halfway down the plane I plunked us into our window seat – a row of three, where thankfully the middle seat was empty, and the aisle seat was taken by a pleasant traveler in his 50s who reminisced with me about traveling to Acapulco with his daughter when she was only three months old. So at least he was somewhat understanding of the crying, but nonetheless it does not make for a mommy-comfortable situation when your baby is testing out his lung capacity before the plane has even left the ground.  All in all, the intense crying – because there is a difference between intense crying and the stifled cries that followed- probably only lasted for about five minutes, but time ticks along slowly when you are trying to calm your baby in a cramped space. And what seemed to calm him? The bounce’n’jiggle jig of course! You know that move where you bounce your baby on your knee, facing you, facing away from you, hold him up and jiggle him a little – whatever works!

I did find temporary relief when the stewardess came over the intercom and said, “We will be together for 2 hours and 14 minutes…blah blah blah”, I tuned out once I heard the time. Ok, just over two hours, WE CAN DO THIS! But then, five minutes later, when we still hadn”t left the ground, she pretty much repeated the same thing! What?! So I guess she must be referring to flying time, because even 15 minutes later, when we were finally in the air the countdown had not moved anywhere: still 2 hours and 14 min (of fun, I might add!). When Niko continued to cry, despite my best efforts at the bounce’n’jiggle jig, my friendly seatmate suggested he might be thirsty and also went on to say: “When the air pressure gets to be too much for your baby’s ears you better have cotton to put in them”. Hmm…I think I will just file that information under Usefulness Pending.

But, once we were in the air Niko pretty much calmed down, other than a few baby squeaks here and there. Phewf!


“A mother bringing up a child must feel that she’s plunging into the Dark Night.” (Brida, Coelho)

Oh help me, for I am plunging, plunging, plunging, deeper and deeper into this dark night… Ok, so maybe my life is not as dramatic as this, and it’s not like you need to bust out the smelling salts to wake me from this plunge, but yesterday this quote gave me something interesting to think about. I am currently reading Paulo Coelho’s book, Brida, and loving it.  You know when you have a book that makes you stay up past your bedtime just to see what’s going to happen? Well, it’s been a long time since I read a book that made me feel this way, but then Brida came along – a selection from my book club.

Last night, this quote about the dark night really struck a chord with me.  I couldn’t help but wonder: is it because we are forced to get up with these little babes in the dark of night, semi-blindly tending to their needs, that he wrote it? Ha, I don’t think so. I’m sure he’s writing about something a little more deep, something like choosing a path for your child, or at least for your parenting style: I guess only the child can choose the right path for them self, and parents are left merely to guide, encourage and perhaps coax. As I have learned from my own experiences as a teen, it’s pretty tough to force one to follow your will, even when you have the best intentions. But what is this dark night that Coelho writes about? At first glimpse it sounds like something terrible: mothers going blindly into parenting. On second thought, nighttime can be beautiful: depending on where you are, it’s so quiet, still and serene, and can even be a comfort (as long as you don’t let your mind play too many tricks on you!).

This dark night has definitely provided some food for thought. Yes, at times, being a new parent is sort of like fumbling around in the dark, but I find solace in the fact that after just a little while in darkness our eyes adjust allowing us to see more clearly. Furthermore, when I do make parenting mistakes, can’t I just blame it on the darkness, and the fact that my vision was impaired? Anyway, even though day by day I am plunging further and further into this previously unknown realm of parenting, I am trying to do so with eyes wide open, in hopes that I can lead the way to a bright future for little Niko – and any other little munchkins that may come along. 🙂


Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 355 other followers

Like this blog? Vote for it! Just click on the brown box below for one vote. Thanks!

Top Mommy Blogs - Mom Blog Directory

Categories

Alli & Baby Niko

Top Rated