When Norton was tiny, he was okay with not being held. In fact, he preferred it. We didn’t do a whole lot of babywearing, but when we did, it was because we were going to truly have some adventures in babywearing. Our adventures in babywearing were of the outdoor variety. I carried him in a Heart 2 Heart ring sling when we went to Hell’s Gate and Bridal Falls. I wore him in a Snugli when we went to the Ancient Forest. (I’ve since learned that the Snugli style of carrier are referred to as “crotch danglers” and are not the best option.) Our attempts at adventures in babywearing with a Moby wrap didn’t go so well, but probably because I waited too long to try it. It was okay when we got the Ergo carrier, but again, at that point, he was over being worn.
It’s time. I need to get down with toddler potty training. I’m not 100% sure that Norton is ready for toddler potty training. I have zero idea of what I’m doing. What I do know is this: I’m over toddler diaper changes being battles to the death. I don’t enjoy a little boy that runs and hides to avoid it and doesn’t care how wet or stinky his butt may be. Anything, to him, is better than suffering the indignity of having his butt hoisted up and getting wiped off with one of those dreadfully ticklish baby wipes.
I know that Norton hates getting his butt changed… and I know that he’s far less violent if I just keep him in Charlie Banana swim diapers (which double as training pants). He likes his “big boy underwear” (which he calls “be-boy”). He loves wearing those enough that he’ll pick out a pair… and not kick me in the face when it’s time to put them on. I also know what he loves best in the world: Elmo.
In my last blog post, I’d left off with the news that our birth story wasn’t going to be the perfect VBAC delivery. There would be no successful natural child birth through the power of the Hypnobabies Home Study course. Sure, I was in labor, but it wasn’t exactly going right. I was coping just fine with the contractions, and I’d managed to stay firm and not take anything for the painful cramping that was continuous between contractions. But Eudora? She wasn’t coping so well. And her health and welfare was the most crucial thing in our birth story.
Eudora was tachycardic. Her little heart was pounding up to 200 beats per minute. I’m not sure if the machine registered anything higher than that, but that was it. That was when the doctors determined that a VBAC delivery would not be the best thing for her. She wasn’t descending. She needed to come out.
I ordered the Bitti d’Lish diaper months ago, but I hadn’t gotten around to taking it out and prepping it for use until now. I knew I really didn’t need it when I ordered it (particularly considering how obscenely huge my cloth diaper stash already was), but I really wanted to try out something different. And the soft and fuzzy outer shell of the Bitti d’Lish most definitely makes it different.
When I first got it, the husband was picking up the diapers that I’d ordered and was turning them over and checking them out for his own first impressions cloth diaper review. When he picked up the lime green Bitti d’Lish, he compared it to a Muppet. And really, it is sort of Kermit green. [Read more…]
It’s kind of funny… for all of the troubles that Norton and I have had with toddler communication, Norton generally doesn’t have a hard time with making himself understood. I’ve been a big blob of blah. I know that I have been. I’m pretty sure it can be difficult for Norton to cope with a Mom who has difficulties getting off of the couch sometimes… but today, he managed to work around my doldrums with some toddler communication in a not too subtle manner. [Read more…]
Part of being a parent is wardrobe mishaps. Here’s some of Norton’s finest:
My friend Evelyn started Three for Thursday months ago, but it’s something that I don’t do a whole lot of the time. But this time? I’m a happy mom with the time to do it. Of course, I’m a happy mom with time to spare because Norton is watching Sesame Street. But it’s not using the television as a baby-sitter if I’m in the room, right?
1. Three things that have kept me from blogging lately. [Read more…]
I always scoffed at crunchy parenting. I mean, sure, if crunchy parenting is your bag, no problem, but I never, ever considered myself to be even remotely crunchy. I’m noticing, though, as I get older, I seem to lean more towards crunchy parenting than I had ever thought possible. [Read more…]