Once Bitten, Twice Shy

So, biting.  The only experience we have with any biting is Alex used to get a little mouthy when he was sleepy 6ish months ago.  He’d give a little gnaw on our knee and we’d know it was bath time/bed time.  That’s it.

Anyway.  I don’t know very much on the subject of biting.  And I’ve been too busy to even google it the last few days.  So I am approaching this from a point of genuine curiosity.  Alex goes to daycare one day a week.  I generally like the daycare he goes to.   It had to be a center, because no in home daycare would take him for so few hours since he was so young when he started.   And that’s totally fine.  He needs the socialization anyway- I don’t want to raise a baby that’s weirded out by other babies.  It’s busy there and they have lots of toys and he likes it.

I picked him up on Monday and went to the grocery store and then noticed this pretty severe bite mark.  You can see all the individual teeth marks all the way around his arm (It’s still there two days later).  Now, I know kids bite, and that’s not the issue.  Although I do feel bad for him because it looks like it hurt like hell.  But my issue was that the daycare provider didn’t SAY anything to me when I picked him up.  He’s a big crier, so I’m pretty sure the incident was at least noticed, and the bite was visible.  I talked to both the husband and the wife when I picked him up, but nobody said anything.   I don’t want to overreact.  But, should I say something? Should I not say anything?  Is Alex going to start biting kids now? (Like a Vampire- he got bit, so he’ll be doing all the biting) Is it no big deal?  Is it kind of a big deal? If I had seen it when I had picked him up I would just said, “Woah… looks like somebody got an ouchie”.  And that would have been the end of it.   Maybe I just leave it alone?

I don’t want to be the mom that’s over protective and fighting every battle for him.  At all.  But this seems more like an adult communication issue than anything else.  That’s my real concern.

Heart Breaker

I was making dinner a few days ago and peeked around the corner and found Alex like this.

He put his father’s slippers on, all by himself, and even on the right feet.  Some reptilian part of my mom brain just snapped and I got all weepy and melancholic.  Where is the time going?! Soon those slippers will fit!! AHHHH!! Make the earth spin slower now!  But don’t worry folks, I snapped out of it.   Objectively though, it is kind of adorable.

There’s an App for that.

There is truly an app for everyone.  This is my new favorite, I like to call it the “App For Pretending Like You Don’t Take Too Many Pictures of Your Kid”.  See, normally, I’d just put up one (even though I took 20).  Now I can put up five and pretend it’s one.  Mamarazzi. Blerg.

(ed: I just remembered I think it’s weird to put photos of your kids in the bath on the internet… but look, I DID IT ANYWAY… judgey, judge, judge).

Sweat Equity

We are approaching the two year anniversary of living in our house.  YAY.  And lately, we’ve been working our butts off in the backyard.  Aaron likes to remind me it’s sweat equity.  So picture this: when we moved in, there was nothing where you’re looking but a huge, gross, rotten bush line down the entire side of the property line.  Aaron spent (what seemed like, but possible wasn’t) the ENTIRE first summer we lived in this house ripping the 12″ tall bushes out with his bear hands and a pick axe.  A tree removal service quoted him $10,000 to do it.  He did it for the price of his time.  I was pregnant and brought him lemonade (nope), and it was done!  Yay Aaron!  Oh, we did pay somebody to come out and pulverize the roots so the bushes never, ever come back, but I can’t remember what that cost.

When the bushes were all gone, look at what we found!!  In a pinterest-esque move I turned this truly vintage clothes line into something cool-ish. The house was built in 1945, and the clothes line was there before the bushes were there, and the bushes were there FOREVER.  Anyway, we got some adorable hanging baskets and glass lanterns, and it’s a cute detail you’d never think to ADD to your house, but works since it’s there.  It’s also stuck into a two ton cement ball under the ground and wasn’t going anywhere.  So, back to landscaping.  Last summer was the year of the FENCE!!  We were quoted $12,500 by two different fence companies.  Just for some wood, lined up in a straight line. but you know what we did? We just did NOTHING.  Eventually, our neighbors got annoyed and built a fence.  Wrapping up the back and putting an iron gate up through our driveway only cost $2,500.  Procrastination for the win?  We were also busy keeping our first garden alive last summer (oh, and a baby!)- so I feel it was totally justified.

Now, back to exhibit A.  Last weekend, in a fit of impatience, I demanded we get ALL OF THE LANDSCAPING DONE NOW! OR IMMA CALL A LANDSCAPER!  And, to Aaron’s credit he responded swiftly and deftly.  What used to contain 250 square feet of dirt and 5 foot tall weeds, now contains 1,5 tons of pea gravel, 10 hostas, and a 20 square foot garden planter for our tomatoes, eggplant and squash.  Of course, it was a rough 10 hours, but LOOK!  By the way, I did call a landscaper, and he quoted us $7,500 for a “floating” sandstone dissolving patio/fire pit and some grass. Or something.  Anyway, we still want either some lilac bushes or a small flowering tree and maybe some prairie grasses.  But that’s progress, and the whole weekend only cost us $350.

So, let’s do the Sweat Equity Math!  The quoted price for all these little improvements was $30,000.  We spent $2,850.  What do I get to do with the difference???? (Oh wait, that’s imaginary money).

Accidental Vegetarian

Yeah, yeah, we are definitely a household that likes meat.  We’ve done Atkins and have a 1/4 cow in our freezer and bacon is probably one of my favorite foods; but that wasn’t always the case.   I went a solid 6 years vegetarian in and after college.  My husband did a few years too (although I’m told his diet consisted mostly of Miller High Life, yogurt & grilled cheese sandwiches).  Being vegetarian was edgier then.  It was a statement (and CHEAP) and a pretty easy way to say “I care about shit” without ACTUALLY doing anything.

This is where we find ourselves again: On a meat free diet.  This was a conscious decision to connect with our bodies and environment and local farmers, and give our digestive tracks a break.  Not a permanent commitment, but a way to recharge our bodies and live a cleaner life.  Now was a perfect time to begin.  In a few weeks our vegetable garden will be planted, and fresh tomatoes and eggplant will keep us motivated.   Eating fruits, vegetables, dairy and whole grains is definitely not a hard diet to achieve, and nobody can argue it’s unhealthful.  Especially when you add eggs, tofu, tempeh and other sources of dietary protein.  (THIS BEING SAID, I find it doubtful we’ll get through the summer without slabs of meat smoking on the grill).

BUT, it’s not people criticizing MY diet that worries me.  Alex is also along for the ride, and he is becoming an Accidental Vegetarian by proxy.  This is a kid who LOVES bacon, but hasn’t shown any affinity to any other meat products.   And that’s fine with me.  I’d much rather all he ate was fruits and vegetables and whole grain toast and cheese and organic milk and scrambled eggs. That’s FINE with me.  I think it’s good for him.   I think it’s GREAT that he hasn’t eaten a McNugget or a chopped up hot dog, or ground meat with pink slime in his life.  We’re just doing the best we can for our child with what we have.  Sure, I sometimes pay a premium for organic pureed vegetables in fancy packaging, but he’s EATING spinach, broccoli, parsnips, rutabaga, peas and carrots.  And to be very clear, I am certain he is not missing any essential nutrients from the absence of meat.

Anyway.  This is one part of parenting that I’m feeling pretty good about.  In the sea of parental doubt- I’ll cling to this buoy of success.

Favorites

Here is what Alex is currently loving.

  1. Reading (But the book must be his choice).
  2. His Sled.
  3. Cheerios.
  4. Toasted Jelly Sandwiches.
  5. Bracelets.
  6. His Blankey (They have become co-dependent)
  7. WORDS.  He learned 6 new words this week? Mouth, Nose, Eyes, Ears, Please, Excuse Me).  Now I feel like I just haven’t been teaching him stuff? Also, this is not a humble brag- humble bragging is a thing, and it’s dumb.  (AH and Gramma- although that one took A LOT of work by two persistent ladies).
  8. Makeup Brushes.
  9. UPSTAIRS.  Do not say that word unless you have every intention of going there and jumping on the bed.
  10. Giving Woody Treats.
  11. Cooking.
  12. Anything that involves him being flung about like a wet noodle and potentially landing on his head.
  13. Touching the ceiling.
  14. Ceiling Fans.
  15. TRUCKS (My mother was not happy with the gender neutral toy situation).
  16. Stickers.
  17. Feet Tickling.
  18. Downward Facing Dog.
  19. Outside.
  20. Head Hugs: A hug in which only your foreheads touch.  Much like an Eskimo kiss, but with foreheads.

Happy Friday!