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Why Won’t We Let Our Poor Little Girl Eat Sweets?
Because We Are Cruel, Cruel Parents, Obviously!

Posted by: Maggie

We get a lot of raised eyebrows and and disdainful looks whenever we tell people that we don’t let Eleanor eat sweets. No cookies, no candy, no cake, no ice cream. The same when we say no meat, no processed snacks foods, no fast food, no junk food of any kind.

People think that we are a little crazy and overprotective about food. But we have food rules in our house that are specifically designed to teach good eating habits and battle the poor eating habits that Josh and I both grew up with. There are food related health issues in both of our families and we would like to avoid that with our children. So we try to eat as healthfully as we can, within reason and within my own not so great powers of self-control when it comes to food.

We generally limit any kind processed foods and opt for fresh fruits and veggies whenever possible. I cook all of our breakfasts, lunches and dinners, and we generally limit any kind of take out or fast food to one meal a week. We are also vegetarians, so absolutely no meat, ever (I’ve been a vegetarian for 14 years, Josh for 5 years, Eleanor since birth). Josh and I still eat fish (because we are weak) though I try to avoid it most of the time and only eat it very rarely, but we will not let Eleanor eat fish. We also avoid eggs as much as possible. And I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that Eleanor is allergic to dairy, so she is basically a vegan.

I know that there are people out there who will question the healthfulness of veganism for a toddler, but I can tell you that she is perfectly healthy and her pediatrician agrees. He even said “Good for you!” when we told him that we planned to raise her vegetarian. We are able to feed her excellent protein alternatives at every meal without a problem.

More than the veganism, it’s the lack of sweets and snack foods that people seem to take issue with. Now, it’s not that we never ever allow her to have any sweets or snacks. She gets the very occasional cookie, piece of cake or candy, or potato chip. But only on special occasions. Mostly on the occasions that we can’t really control it like a birthday party or family event where everyone else is eating it. In those situations we do think that it would be cruel to deny her what everyone else is having. But that is basically the only time we allow her to have those things. And they are enough to already have her asking for cake or chips long after the event has ended! We don’t keep unhealthy snack foods or any kinds of sweets in the house. We do not like the idea of developing a habit of having unhealthy snacks or sweets so we don’t give them to her.

All of this leads us to Halloween. Oh Halloween! The holiday made for candy consumption! We, of course, did not want to deny Eleanor the joys of Halloween so we decided to let her have candy only on Halloween day. So we let her have a couple of those bite size candy bars during the day as part of our day long festivities and then we let her have a few more pieces after trick-or-treating while waiting for dinner.  I think her total was six pieces. Which really in my opinion is way too much. But it was a holiday and she was having fun! It did, of course, lead to a sugar crazed baby running around the house like a mad woman 45 minutes after her bedtime. We then hid the rest of the candy, although we missed one piece which of course Eleanor found Sunday morning, so we decided to let her have it. And then we lied and told her that Halloween was over so all the candy was gone. This did not stop her from repeatedly asking for it. “Cahhhhndy Mommy! I want Caaaahhhhnnndy! I need it!”

But I’m not giving in! Halloween is over and we are not going let our little one turn into a sugar crazed maniac anymore! It’s apples and grapes from here on out for you young lady! Luckily, when I offer her an apple instead she happily takes it and forgets about the candy she thought she wanted. That’s how I know we’re doing things right!

Enough with the Poop Stories Already

Posted by: Maggie

I know, I know, you probably don’t want to hear it anymore and I wish I didn’t have any of these stories to tell anymore. Here’s the usual warning about these posts:

WARNING!

The following post may offend the delicate sensibilities of some of our readers. Those of you who don’t want to read about a toddler’s bowel movements may want to look for entertainment elsewhere. I highly recommend the website with the cleverly captioned pictures of cats.

Love, Maggie


Yesterday I put Eleanor down for her nap at the normal time. I usually hear her talking to herself in her room for five or ten minutes until she falls asleep. About ten minutes after I put her down, the landscaping folks here at our apartment complex start to trim the hedges outside of our windows with a loud electric trimmer. I realize now that I should have just gone in and gotten Eleanor up until the landscapers were done, but I kept thinking that they would be done soon and I didn’t want Eleanor to think it was play time. So I waited and listened to the hedge trimmer and listened to Eleanor awake in her room. After about 45 minutes they were done. I know, I know, I should have just gotten her up. I heard her for a few minutes more and then I assume she fell asleep.

About an hour later I hear her crying. She usually takes a two hour nap, but lately she has been waking up about halfway through, crying for a minute or two and then falling back to sleep and sleeping another hour. So I assumed that was what was going on. So I let her cry for a few minutes and then I walked by her room. And I smelled it. It was such a horrible strong smell of poop, that I knew something was going on in there.

I walked into the room and Eleanor was standing up in her crib. I asked her, “Do you have poo poos?” She replied with a sad look on her face “Poo poo on the ground.” So I opened up the blinds and saw it. Like a horror movie come to life. Such a shocking sight that I almost called it quits right there, took off, told Eleanor she was on her own, called Josh and said I was out, he could do this whole baby thing on his own from now on.

The poop on the ground was no big deal, two very small pieces, it was the rest of the poop that was so horrifying. It was on her hands, a little on her feet, and all over the rails of her crib. I mean ALL OVER! I don’t think she did it maliciously. She wasn’t trying to make a giant stinky mess for me to clean up. I think that she just reached in to check her own diaper (something she’s been doing lately) and came out with a hand covered in poop and she wanted to clean it off. I’ve seen her do it at dinner time. She gets food all over her hands and then instead of asking for a napkin, she wipes it on the table or chair. So, I think that is what happened here, at least I hope so. I think she had a messy hand and was just trying to wipe it off ALL OVER THE PLACE! I want to scream and run out of the room just writing about it.

The worst part is that she has a little bit of a runny nose so as I’m standing there in horror, she wipes her nose with her poopy hand and now my beautiful little girl has a poop face! So I grab her up take her to the changing table where I wipe her face clean and take off her dirty diaper. We then head to the bathroom where we wash her hands multiple times and start a bath. I then have to throw her clothes and sheets into the washing machine along with my clothes, because of course I did not stay clean in the mess.

Now she and I are clean, but there still a mess in her room and it stinks! So I opened her window and got to work using baby wipes and cleaning spray. An hour later everything was clean and the room had started to air out.

We seriously need to get on top of this potty training thing, and probably move her to a toddler bed, so that this kind of thing doesn’t happen again, because I swear, I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I go insane. Arrggh I need a vacation! Or at least to be able to afford full-time daycare. This never would have happened at daycare!

I Love to Swing

Posted by: Maggie

There isn’t much that makes me feel happier in the world than swinging. It feels like joy and freedom and magic.

One of the things that I remember very clearly from when I was in elementary school is the times when my mom would drop us off at school early. I used to go to the playground and just swing. I think I’ve always been a little bit of a loner. I really like being alone. I always have. So maybe I liked it so much because it was a solitary activity. And maybe it’s because of my disability that there wasn’t a lot I could do on a playground, but I could swing.

There was this extremely tall swingset or maybe it just seemed so tall because I was so small, but I felt like I could swing so high. It was great. I would swing and swing and close my eyes and imagine myself as my favorite characters from the books I read. I’ve always been a reader. I would imagine I was Matilda Wormwood, or Ramona Quimby, or Anne Shirley. I wanted to be brilliant, and strong, and sassy, and brave, and witty like those characters. And when I was swinging I could imagine myself that way. And I felt free and happy.

Swinging always reminds me of being that little girl obsessed with the characters in those books. But swinging also reminds me of being a teenager.

It reminds me of being in love for the first time. I was sixteen. I think it was always a Friday or Saturday night and we would to go to the grocery store and buy a quart of Ben & Jerry’s and some plastic spoons and then go to a park, sit on the swings, and eat ice cream and talk and talk and laugh like crazy and just swing. And I was in love and it felt like magic.

And now I love to see Eleanor swinging. The wind in her wild hair. The silly smile on her face. I wish she liked swinging more than she does. She’s too active to sit in one place for very long. I think she’ll appreciate it more when she can do it all by herself. But watching her swing makes me so happy. I think that one of the best things about being a parent is that you get to be a kid again too. At least a little bit. You get to experience all of those wonderful little things about childhood all over again. You only get to watch this time, but it is still pretty amazing.

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