*sigh* It was a rough day in Mommyland yesterday. The morning started with

( Baby TMI )

Ok, I know babies throw food. I know they're messy eaters. But Z is 18 months old. At what point should I stop simply accepting the mess and start insisting that he eat like a real person? It's not such a big deal at home, where I can put down a mat or tablecloth, but when we're out at a restaurant, it gets embarrassing. Especially because the ( Read more... )

One of the interesting things about being a mother is that it automatically gives me something in common with about 75% of the people I meet. I've never been the kind of person who smiles at strangers or strikes up conversations with people in grocery checkout lines, but now...I have this adorable blue-eyed instant conversation starter. There's ( Read more... )

I'd like to see people's comments on this--esp abovenyquist and psopcmaster for your research experience, and sargent and quadrivium for your parenting experience. Tag, you're it!

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In Z news today, Z is recognizably signing "more" when I'm feeding him, which is really cool ( Read more... )

I couldn't ask for a more loving and dedicated parenting partner than abovenyquist. He more than pulls his weight--takes his fair share of baby duty, and gives me breaks when I need them. I knew when I married him he'd make good daddy material--how right I turned out to be!

I love you, dear. Happy Fathers' Day.

I had one of those terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days today. Biggest challenges lately ( Read more... )

So Z is a year old. We've been slowly introducing him to different foods, as per instructions. Cut up bits of vegetables, fruit, cheese, the inevitable cheerios, all that stuff. Plus the mushy jarred baby food and rice cereal ( Read more... )

It's been a really long and difficult week, but we are all back on track here chez Lanterman. Z is no longer sick, his diaper rash is getting better, and I am no longer feeling so much mommy FAIL ( Read more... )

The hardest thing about being a parent is having to be so bloody *cheerful* all the bloody time. For every little thing, I sing a song, I talk in happy, chirpy, cheery tones, I prance about the room like a demented hummingbird. "Oh, Z, what a messy diaper you have! Z, it's time for lunch! Yummy! Oh, look, time to put toys away! Yay ( Read more... )