This is a cathartic post. It is written quickly, off the cuff, after a long twitter convo with some of my online friends. We were talking about Attachment Parenting and Crying It Out and the book Baby Wise, all topics that people, in general, have very polarizing opinions about. And I realized that, the more we talked, I was getting really anxious.
I. Hate. Flies.
No, seriously. I hate flies. I’d rather deal with bees. Or spiders. Or small dark places. Or even toilets.
So, when I heard I could put a bag of water in my doorway and the flies would keep out of my kitchen, I thought, “Hey. Why not!”
Phoebe is now 3 1/2 months old, and the original mobile I made for her, the Pom Pom Mobile, is no longer very interesting for her. When I put her under it, she is bored. She knows how to make it spin. She knows all its pretty colors. She’s very familiar with the baby in the mirror.
These days, Phoebe is learning how to grasp and hold things, and she needs a mobile that will help challenge her in these areas.
I give you: the Simple Montessori-inspired Bell Mobile:
I’m not the kind of person that likes to buy things because they are trendy or popular. On the contrary, I’m the type of person that avoids trends. If something is popular, I tend to think everyone likes it just because everyone else likes it and not because of any inherent merit in the object in question. This is why I avoided Sophie the Giraffe, a teething toy by Vulli.
For the longest time, pancakes were a tricky delight to fry up. They seemed simple. Their simplicity taunted me. I wanted to make pancakes from scratch, but would fail time and again. And I would return to the boxed mix for pancakes, because it was somehow superior. Well. Boxes, you have seen your day, for this Mama has figured out some of the secrets to pancake preparation, and I am here to share them with you.
Phoebe has been cranky the past couple days. Really cranky. And nothing seems to help. She’ll act like she wants to nurse, then she’s cry when I try to nurse her. She’ll be super tired, but she won’t go to sleep. Not even if I babywear her to sleep (i.e. put her in the ring sling and walk her till she drifts off). Not even if I lie in bed with her and nurse her to sleep. This behavior is very unlike her. And then, last night, while checking out her gums, I noticed a little tooth peeking through.
I love cake. I looooove cake. I love cake with frosting and cake without frosting (and frosting without cake). When I was growing up, one of my grandma’s would always have a yellow cake with chocolate frosting whenever we came to visit. The other grandma lived with us, and would often make a sheet cake and just leave it out. I was in high school. I’d grab a slice for breakfast. Often. It’s was totally delicious.
Wow. Is it really over? A whole year has passed, and what do I have to show for it?
Week 51 Spinach Apples Strawberries Rainbow Chard Carrots Scallions Bok Choi Butter Head Lettuce Romaine Lettuce By ekwetzel 2011-07-09
Hi, there! I’m Erin. I’m a crunchy Christian mom and artist. I love to eat local farm food and shop at thrift stores. I blog about our crazy life and baby girl (born April 2011). I love rainbows. My hair is messy. ^_^ I hope you enjoy my blog! (Read More about me here...)