I belong to a local Attachment Parenting group, which operates under the national organization, Attachment Parenting International, or API for short. 

API is trying to raise funds so they can accomplish three goals, which are: (1) Fund API’s General Operation Budget, (2) Complete Website Renovation, and (3) Develop the ”Eight  Principals of AP” Parent Education Curriculum.

One of the ways they are trying to raise funds is by an online auction, which started on June 29th, and will end on July 21st.

I donated three items from my on-line shop, Little Pumpkin Sweet Pea Designs: a baby onesie, a toddler T-shirt, and a woman’s T-shirt. 

I am very proud that one of my friend’s creations from her shop, Attached At The Hip, a breastfeeding advocacy T-shirt, is the current item in the auction with the highest bid!You can also donate ANY item or product you have, by clicking here, and then scrolling down the page, to the DONATE icon. 

If you have an item from your business, or just want to donate some household items for API, it doesn’t have to be an “AP” item.  When you donate, you can add a link to your website or business, which has the potential to be seen by 4,500 AP supporters.  That number will grow, as the supporters will forward the auction link to their friends, and family.

Even if you don’t have anything to donate, check out the auction, and check back often- there are some great items already listed, like a Moby Wrap Sling, Blue Man concert tickets, Bravado Nursing Bras, and The No Cry Solution parenting books by Elizabeth Pantley, just to name a few!

Attachment Parenting promotes “Peaceful Parenting for a Peaceful World,” and assists parents in building secure attachments with their children. It is a great parenting resource so if you can, please help them out. 

Thanks! 

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Last week as we were leaving the grandparent’s house, a neighbor of theirs was putting out some bikes by the road, and I noticed there were two bikes that were just Ryan’s size.

I stopped and looked at them: one was pretty beat up, but the other one looked like it was in good shape, so we got it.  When Joe got home he looked at it, and he did a few adjustments on it, and that night, him and Ryan went to the store for training wheels.

The next morning, Ryan was out on full force on his bike.  He loves riding it.  He likes to look down at his feet, so we stay right behind him, in order to avoid a crash.  Here is the big boy on his new “big boy” bike.  (I know, we need to get him a helmet) 

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I decided to try to start reading more- I really love to read, and unfortunately, I haven’t been reading as much as I used to (I wonder why?!).

I created a new page titled, “What I am Reading,” where I will list all the books I have read, are reading, and plan on reading in the near future.  I will also write a review when I am done with each book.

If you like to read, check this page from time to time, and if you have a suggestion on a book, leave me a comment, and maybe I’ll add it to the list!

Here is my current list:

Recent books from my library

Mortgages For Dummies, 2nd Edition by Eric Tyson

Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner

Ravenhill by Timothy Hillmer

Two Little Girls in Blue: A Novel by Mary Higgins Clark

The Memory Keeper’s Daughter by Kim Edwards

Little Earthquakes by Jennifer Weiner

powered by LibraryThing

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I started using Fuzzibunz cloth pocket diapers when Ryan was about 18 months old.  I absolutely LOVE them!  They are so easy to use, and it is great being able to customize the amount of protection needed, by simply inserting another insert, or even wrapping the inserts with a cloth (I use one insert and then wrap that in a microfiber cloth.)

Most of the Fuzzibunz I got for Ryan were size large, but as soon as I found out I was having another baby, I started buying the size smalls and mediums.  Cole has been in Fuzzibunz since he was born, and while I still use disposables on occasion, I can only imagine how much money we have saved by using cloth the majority of the time.  At first I thought I would hate doing the extra laundry, and how do you get the solids off the diaper, it was gross, etc.

I started using flushable diaper liners with Ryan in the Fuzzibunz, and those work great for me.  I just set a liner in each diaper, and then when it is soiled, I can just pick the liner out, and dispose of it.  I have enough diapers that I only have to wash them every two or three days (if I push it), so it hasn’t been that big of a deal.  We also invested in a front-loading washing machine, and with the exception of about two cold months in the winter, I hang them up outside to line dry, so it is VERY economical for us to launder the diapers.

The only downside I have had with the Fuzzibunz, is sometimes they seem to hold in the unpleasant smells, despite several washings and hanging them out in the sun to dry.  I have heard that using too much detergent can cause this, and heard you could “strip” the diapers to get rid of this.  I wasn’t sure how to do it, but looked it up yesterday and did it last night. 

I am pleased to report that I have my clean smelling Fuzzibunzs’ back!  With a front-loading washing machine, you really have to cut down on the amount of detergent used, so I think I was using too much.  I’ll have to use about half of what I was using so this doesn’t happen again.  Here is what I did that worked so well:

1.  Wash all diapers, inserts, and anything else you stuff in the diaper on a hot wash (no detergent).

2.  Wash everything again in a hot wash with detergent (Allen’s Natural was suggested, but I used my high efficiency natural wash for front-loaders from Costco, and it worked fine).

3.  Run a cold-water rinse.  If smells still linger, repeat the cold-water rinse.

4. Line dry, or tumble dry in dryer.

I only did the cold water rinse once, and noticed just a faint, faint smell in a few diapers, after they had dried, so if I had to do it again, I would have run one more cold-water rinse.  Also, this took about three hours just to wash them, (not counting the time it took to line dry), so make sure you have enough time.  I think you will be pleased with the results if you have a need to do this. 

Happy diapering!!! 

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Before having children, I was devoted to getting my haircut every two months.  Even if I didn’t want to take any length off, I would at least have the ends trimmed out, and my hair thinned out.

That’s right-thinned out.  I have very thick, curly hair.  My siblings used to call me “hair helmet” when we were growing up, because it was curly, thick, frizzy, and I had a ton of it.  

I realized a week ago, that it has almost been a year since I have had my hair cut.  A YEAR….gasp.  The last time was last July, right after Cole had been born, and my sister was visiting me from out of town.  She offered to stay with the boys, so I could go get it cut, and I took her up on it.

Needless to say, I needed a haircut desperately.  I have been reliving my ”hair helmet” days.  I think I have beat my old record and have worn my hair in a ponytail for probably three months straight now- it is the only thing I can do with it, when it gets this way, so it isn’t totally frizzy and out of control.

It is funny how something that was SO important to me before having kids, now barely registers on the scale.  In fact, if I didn’t have a family wedding coming up, with several parties, in the next few weeks, where I actually have to stop and figure out what I am going to wear, and then-oh-yeah- what am I going to do with my hair? pops into my brain, I probably wouldn’t have thought of it.  

I guess when the only people who see me day in and day out, is a three-and-a-half-year old, and a one-year-old- who hug me and kiss me all day, no matter what I look like, how my hair is cut, doesn’t matter that much to me anymore.  That being said, I do want to look nice at these family events and am glad that I finally got it cut. My neck feels about 5 pounds lighter, and my head feels a lot cooler, without all that extra hair hanging around.  No more ponytails for a while!

Here is a picture of me the night before I got it cut- no make-up on, and in my tie-dye shirt that I bought at the little studio where we took Ryan and his cousins to make their shirts at: (please don’t laugh too hard)  :-) 

Here is a picture of me from yesterday, at my future sister-in-law’s bridal shower, and I am holding my niece.  I’d like to point out that actually have dress on, AND make-up:

I was feeling very nice, and pretty, on my way out the door to the shower yesterday, and then Ryan saw me.  Here is how that went:

RYAN: Mommy, why are you dressed like that?

ME: I’m going to a bridal shower for Aunt Kat.

RYAN: Why are you wearing this for the shower?  (walks over to me and touches my dress) What is THIS? (scrunches up his nose, like I am wearing a burlap sack or something)

ME: This is a dress honey; Mommy wears a dress, for special occasions.

RYAN: What are those things on your shoes?

ME: Those are called high heels.

RYAN: I don’t like those…where are your flip-flops?

ME: These are nice shoes to go with the dress.

RYAN: I don’t like the dress…where are your shorts?

SIGH…. obviously my son doesn’t see me dressed up very often.  He’ll be in for a surprise when he sees me in the dress I bought for the wedding.  It is probably one of the nicest dresses I have bought in recent years.

But I have to admit, it did feel nice to get dressed up, even though it was a very hot, day- about 100 degrees, and it was lovely to go to a nice tea, and eat little finger foods, and not have to worry about cutting up someone’s food, or making sure they didn’t break a tea-cup or a dish, or answer “Mommy Why?” questions all afternoon, or try to soothe a crying baby.  When my niece started to cry, I got to hand her back to her mother, and that was a switch- usually I am on the receiving end of a crying baby.  Most of all, I enjoyed talking to other adults and having uninterrupted conversation for 2 whole hours! 

Maybe I need to get out of the house more, but darn-it- I’d have to get my hair cut on a regular basis then. 

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We are going to my grandmother’s beach house for vacation in August, and we decided to enroll Ryan in swim lessons.  He enjoys himself when we go swimming as a family, and I really want him to be comfortable in the water, and learn how to swim, since we will probably be taking our vacation at my grandmother’s every year.

So on Monday, Ryan started his first ever swim lessons.  After a rough start the first day, he proclaimed the above statement to me today, as he finished his class.

The pool where the lessons are held, is an indoor one- I figured that would be better for the first time, than having Ryan get cold if the weather was cool at an outdoor one.  We started on Monday, and he was really tired, from having spent Sunday night with his cousins. 

The pool has bleachers upstairs, enclosed in glass for the parents to sit, and then the instructors come in, gather their students, and walk them down to the pool.  On Monday, Ryan would have none of that.  He INSISTED that I hold his hand, and walk him down to the pool.  This really was his first time doing an activity where I was not to be right there, so of course I did this.

Once we got down to the pool, he started to cry and did not want to go near the water.  His instructor,a girl about 17, was really nice and sweet, and tried to get him to go in the water, but he already had his mind made up.  I managed to get him to at least sit on the side of the pool with his legs in the water, watching his class, but if I backed away to the wall, he started to cry again, and stand up. I’d be lying if I said, he did not throw a fit.  He did. 

So, I thought this was going to be a fun two-weeks.    I figured he was tired, but was wondering if he was scared to go in.  After the class was over on Monday,  I took him home, and told him he had to go in the water on Tuesday, and he needed to listen to his teacher.  I told him we would go get a smoothie (his favorite treat) if he did.  Hey, bribing always works with this kid.  Joe also talked to him before bed, and reassured him, his swimming lessons would be fun.

So on Tuesday, he still wanted me to walk down with him, and wait by wall, poolside.  He went in the water, but still looked a little nervous, but he started participating in the activities, and when he was done that day, he was so proud of himself and said, “I didn’t cry!”  We couldn’t get to the smoothie shop fast enough.

On Wednesday, I told him he could walk down with his teacher, Emily, and I would walk behind them.  So he held Emily’s hand all the way down.  I followed him, and of course, he looked back every two seconds to make sure I was there. I stopped following him, once he reached the pool, and sat on some steps, farther away from the pool.  Ryan would look up every now and then from the pool and wave at me, but he clearly was becoming more comfortable.

On Thursday, I stayed in the bleachers, and he held Emily’s hand as he walked to the pool.  He looked up at me once, while he was in class and waved. 

Today, he just grabbed on to Emily’s hand, and had no problem what-so-ever.  When it was time for them to go in the pool, Ryan led the ‘pack’ of kids, down the ramp into the water.  

All week he has been learning to jump around in the water, put his chin, and the side of his face in the water, jumping in, and Emily will hold each child on their back, and let them feel what floating is like.  He has done all of that since Tuesday, and I think he really has fun.

Today, as he walked back into the room after class, he saw me sitting and ran up to me and said, “Mommy, I’m a swimmer,” his little face bursting with pride.

I was so happy for him to- it is really neat to see him be proud of something he is learning, and realizing he can do things away from me and have fun.

I also am so grateful to Joe’s parents…they watched Cole every day this week, even with him not feeling well.  It helped so much, that I could be there for Ryan, and not have to spit my attention between him and Cole.  They may come one day next week, and watch Ryan swim.  Cole also bonded very well with Grandma- when we pulled up to their house everyday, he just started smiling, and flapping his hands. 

We may go swimming on Sunday, so he can show Joe everything he has learned.  We have four classes next week, and then we take a break for two weeks, and then he will start another nine classes at the next level in July, ending right before our trip. 

He has been so excited to go to Great Grandma Mimi’s house, and I know he will have more fun in the water, being “a swimmer”.  

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As your baby grows, you can’t help but mark events by the “firsts.”  First smile, first tooth, first time they sleep through the night, etc. 

I count myself lucky that in the 3.5 years, since having children, I have not had to have that “First-visit-to-the- emergency-room,”- until last night. 

Cole had a fever all day on Wednesday, and he felt unusually warm.  He was drooling up a storm, and his gums were swollen, so I figured he was teething- maybe getting in a molar.  At 8:30, before bed, I gave him the suggested dose of infant Motrin for his age / weight (1.875 ml).

He went to bed, and I was wondering why he felt so warm- even when he is teething, he never felt that warm before.  I could hear him on the monitor, kind of calling out in his sleep, but he didn’t wake up until 10:30, and when I picked him up to nurse, I was alarmed.  He felt extremely hot.  I took his temperature, and it was 103. 

I remember from once when Ryan had a fever, we called in after hours to the Children’s Hospital, and the nurse said until he had a fever for 72 hours, or it reached 105, there really was no need for him to be seen by a doctor, so I figured I would watch Cole, and just keep monitoring him.  Sometimes it is good to let the fever work itself out on its own- it is the body’s way of building up the immune system, and fighting whatever it is.

I went to bed around midnight, and slept for an hour.  At 1, Cole woke up, moaning, and he was still burning up.  I nursed him again, and placed a cool washcloth on his head (what my mom did for me, when I had a fever, but he didn’t like it) and he drifted back to sleep, but I was wide-awake. 

Something just didn’t seem right.  He was way to hot, to just have a fever from teething.  As I lay there, listening to him moan, and roll around, kind of delirious, I wondered if something could have bitten him.  He has been playing outside a lot lately with Ryan, and maybe a spider could have bitten him.

I hadn’t noticed anything unusual when I gave him a bath, earlier that evening, but I hadn’t been looking either.  I turned on the light, and started checking every inch of his body.  I didn’t see anything.  I woke up Joe, and told him Cole had a fever.  We talked about what it could be, and then I took his temperature again- under the arm- and it had dropped to 102.5. 

I felt better, like it was dropping a bit, and there were no spider bites bulging out on his body, so I went back to sleep.

Cole woke up at 3, wanting to nurse again, and when I picked him up, he felt very hot again.  I nursed him for about 10 minutes, and he started to gag, and then he vomited.  I stood up, to try to get him to the bathroom, and he vomited again, and again.  He was crying, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes looked glassy.  Poor little guy!

I placed him on the cool bathroom floor, and took off his PJ bottoms, (earlier, I had taken off his top to keep him cool), and took his temperature, rectally.  It was 105.2.  He was shaking too.  I cleaned up the vomit off my arms, and Cole, and then brought him into Joe.  He was crying, and I told Joe, I was going to take him to the ER, since his temperature was so high, and he had vomited.   I quickly got dressed, and put a romper on Cole.

We live less than five minutes from the hospital, and at 4am, there was no traffic, so we got there quickly.  There were no  other patients in the ER, so we didn’t have to wait at all. 

The triage nurse took his temperature again, and it was 104.7, and she said the dose of infant Motrin that I had given to Cole before bed, was hardly any at all.  (funny since that is what the box said to give).  Anyway, they brought him a dose of Motrin and Children’s Tylenol, and said that would help bring the fever down.

Cole was awake, and did NOT like to have the nurse touch him. He screamed the entire time she was checking him.  She took us to a room, and said, the Dr. would be in, shortly.  He calmed down after a few minutes, and everyone left.  Since he had just gotten the medicine, and he had been vomiting, I didn’t want to nurse him in case his tummy was full.

The doctor came in after about fifteen minutes, and asked lots of questions, and checked Cole’s ears, throat, and diaper area. 

He said he probably had a virus or a viral infection.  He said they wanted us to stay until his fever went down a bit, and to see if he could keep some liquids down.  I told him I wanted to nurse him, and surprisingly, he said, “That would be really good for him.”  So the doctor shut the door for us, on his way out, so we had privacy, and Cole nursed for about 5 minutes and then fell asleep, for about an hour, while we waited.

A nurse came and took his temperature and it had dropped to 102.  Cole nursed again, and a few minutes later the doctor came back, and said he said he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary and since he didn’t have a lot of secondary symptoms (like coughing, diarrhea, etc.) and since Cole was up-to-date-on his immunizations, he wasn’t going to torture him, and order blood work.  

He said it was good I brought him in, and he said when babies his age get high fevers, they can have seizures.  The nurse also added that if you try to bring down the fever too quickly, a seizure could also occur.  The doctor  said to watch him for the next few days, and if Motrin & Tylenol didn’t control the fever,  or if he starts having any secondary symptoms, to go to our regular doctor for a follow-up.

He asked me if he had nursed him, and I told him yes, and obviously he had kept it down.  Then the doctor stunned me and asked if he had been breastfed since birth.  I told him yes, and he said, “That is great.  That is so good for him, and you should keep doing it as long as you want.  He looks like an extremely healthy baby.” 

I thanked the doctor and nurse for their help, and the nurse went over the doses of medicine to give Cole, and we got to go home.  We got home at 6:30, to Ryan awake, and Joe getting ready for work.

I was stressed out, realizing Joe was going to work, having had virtually NO sleep, and the prospect of the day ahead, which included taking Cole over to Joe’s parents house, while Ryan and I went to his swim lesson.  I also had to clean up the bedding, and Joe said he would clean up the carpet when he got home.  I turned on PBS, and while Ryan ate breakfast and watched Clifford, Cole and I caught a 45-minute nap. 

We got going and made it to Grandma’s and our swimming lesson.  When we were done, we went and got Cole’s medicine, and went back to get Cole.  He had done great, and had taken a nap.  He still felt cool as well.

Later in the afternoon, after his nap, his fever was back, at 103.5. I gave him the Motrin and Tylenol before bed, and he has been sleeping soundly since.  I am so glad he seems like he is doing better. 

It is so scary when something like that happens to your baby, and they can’t talk to you and tell you what is wrong.  I am glad that we did take him in, just to know that there isn’t a bigger problem looming.  It also was wonderful to hear from a doctor (that was around my age) that breastfeeding is good, and to keep doing it.  It kind of gave me hope, that the medical profession is realizing and knows that breastfeeding is so important for a baby.

I hope Cole’s temperature will stay down tonight and he’ll feel better tomorrow.  He is such a sweet little guy- I hate it when he isn’t feeling good. 

So that concludes my story of my first trip to the ER as a mother.  I hope it will be a long time before I have to go again, or better yet- I hope I won’t have to ever go again.  But with two active little boys, I have a feeling I’ll be there again.  :-) 

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Last week, we went to my sister-in-law’s town, about 50 miles away for a visit.  She has three children (ages 10, 8, & 6), who obviously are Ryan and Cole’s cousins.

Ryan adores his older cousins.  He was so excited to go see “the cousins,” as he calls them.  We had plans to go make tie-die shirts, at a small craft shop, a few miles away from my SIL’s house.

It was really fun- I actually learned how to make three different patterns.  I helped Ryan with his shirt, and made one for Cole too.  He sat in his stroller the entire time, looking out the door, eating crackers, and watching the cars go by.  It only took about half an hour for us to make 5 shirts,(with no mess to clean up-benefit of doing a project like this at a craft studio), and they turned out great, if I do say so myself.

On Saturday, “the cousins,” came up to Joe’s parents house for the weekend, and Ryan played his little heart out.  He had so much fun, he is completely and utterly exhausted, but I think he had the best few days ever. 

His 8-year-old-cousin (a boy), had an air powered rocket blaster, that you could pump up with air, and then a rocket would shoot up in the air.  Ryan played with that constantly.  He begged us to go to the grocery store and get one for him.  He calls it the “rocket ship.”  If only our yard was bigger, I would have something that would occupy him for probably 6 hours at a time. But the rocket shoots so high up, it would be on the roof, or about 3 yards over, with the first launch.  We are considering getting him one though, to keep at his grandparents house, that he can play with when he is over there.  Talk about a 3-year old boy heaven!

Cole was even interested in the rocket, and would try to pump the pump.  As soon as Ryan saw him doing that, he said, “No Cole, this is the big boy toy.”  He was so proud of himself that he could operate this rocket, like his older cousin!

Sunday, they went swimming with Joe, and their uncle, and Ryan’s aunt (the cousins mom) bought Ryan his first squirt gun, so he could join in the water gun fights.  I think Dad had more fun playing with it though- :-)  Ryan got to spend the night last night with everyone at Grandma’s.

Finally tonight, before “the cousins” left, we got some pictures of everyone in their tie-dye shirts.  It didn’t occur to me to get one of Cole and Ryan together, and Cole would barely stay still longer than a second, so I feel fortunate to have gotten two shots, with everyone in them.  Here are some pictures- (you can double click on them to see them bigger)

 Ryan getting ready to dye his shirt

 Cole goofing around w/ a funny pair of glasses at his cousins’ house

 As we got ready to go, it started pouring rain.  Ryan’s cousin had just given him this raincoat, boots, and umbrella.  Perfect timing- they had to go out and play in the rain

 Cole in his tie-dye shirt

 A group shot of Ryan with his cousins (I wasn’t sure how their mother would feel about having their pictures on the blog, so I blacked out their faces, but at least you can see the colorful shirts.)

The cousins return back up to Grandma’s in mid-July for another weekend. I am sure Ryan will be counting down the weeks. 

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With today being Father’s Day, I want to wish every father out there, a happy one, especially my husband, Joe.

Being a parent and a stay-at-home-mom isn’t always easy, and some days it is the hardest thing I have ever done. Sometimes, by the end of the day, I am completely burned out, and exhausted.  Then Joe comes home from work, and everything seems to balance back out.

Joe is a father the second he wakes up, until the moment he goes to bed.  I know he has hard, grueling, and tiring days as well, but the instant he walks through the front door, and Ryan screams, “Daddy!” you wouldn’t know it.  Joe plays with Ryan and Cole as soon as he arrives home, and keeps it up until they go to bed.

Before we had kids, Joe would like to relax, read the paper, or watch TV, before dinner.  Lots of times he cooked dinner as well.  I know he would still like to do those things, but he selfishly puts his wants on the back burner to make time for our boys, who just thrive off his love, his time, and his “Big Goofing Around,” (which is bouncing both boys on the bed.)

I remember the days of my childhood, and it just didn’t seem like a lot of the father’s I knew were that involved.  They went to work, came home, maybe played a little with their kids, and that was about it.  I know with most women having to work outside the home these days, a paradigm has shifted and men are sharing in more of the child-rearing than in generations past.

That being said, I don’t work outside of the home, and Joe still gives 100% as a father.  He doesn’t want or expect me to shoulder all the responsibility of raising the children.  I know there are days where he is just bone-tired, from getting no sleep, and then having to go to work all day, and then he still comes home in a good mood, and helps out with the boys, and chores around the house. 

I think we expect a lot from our husbands today as fathers, and I know I don’t say it nearly enough to Joe- thank you for all that you do for me, and for our children.  Thank you for giving me a break when I need it the most.  Thank you for getting up and going to work every single day, so we don’t have to worry about finances.  Thank you for going even though, Ryan cries when Daddy has to walk out the front door every morning- that can’t be easy.  Thank you for getting up early on Saturday mornings with Ryan, and cooking him waffles.  Thank you for taking the boys outside and playing with them after dinner, so I can clean up and get organized in peace.  Thank you for giving Cole and Ryan a bath almost every night. Thank you for all the stories you read to them, and all the countless hours you spend playing with them.

Ryan, Cole, and I are SO lucky to have a husband and father like you- you are the soul of our family and we love you.  Happy Father’s Day!

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If you need another reason, or extra motivation to keep nursing, and giving your baby the BEST nutrition possible, you can add safety to the list.

A family of a NEWBORN claims they found wood chips in three cans of her Nestle Good Start Supreme infant formula.  Nice huh?  So far, the baby seems to be okay, but her mother is sifting the formula, and the people at Nestle say they haven’t gotten any more complaints. 

I can’t believe that the mother has to sift the formula to make it safe to give to her daughter!  I think the very least Nestle could do, would be to offer her a refund (so she could buy another brand), or personally deliver new cans of formula for the baby! 

It is not my place to judge or question why this baby is on formula- there are a lot of individual and personal circumstances for formula feeding, but it is scary when foreign objects that could hurt a baby are found in formula.  A family with a new baby has a lot of things to worry about, and to adjust to.  Worrying that her formula may be contaminated and unsafe shouldn’t be one of them.

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