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Food flinger


Nathan had his 15-month well-check yesterday! (I know, it was a month late, but the pediatrician’s office we go to stays booked.) His weight and height are both in the 73rd percentile, which is wonderful because this time last year, we were having severe weight-gain issues with Nathan as my milk supply suddenly started to diminish. It took a change of pediatricians (to the one we currently have), a lot of pumping (using a hospital-grade pump) taking an herb called Fenugreek to help increase my supply, and supplementing with formula. And it took months of intensely hard work and perseverance to get Nathan out of that 1st percentile. (Yes, he became that skinny.) But now? Now, he’s a little Chub Monster with dimpled, meaty thighs, totally nomable cheeks, and a rotund belly that jiggles when he laughs.

He’s doing great. He’s meeting all his milestones. Well, with the exception of feeding himself with a spoon. We’re having issues with that one because he still wants me to feed him. A few months ago, he was starting to spoon-feed himself and was doing well, but somewhere along the way, he decided that the food on spoons is meant to be flung.

He became a food flinger.

And then he would just play with his food and bang his spoon on his highchair. It drove me batty. When I saw the amount of food in his lap, on the floor, and even on the walls, I started worrying that he wasn’t getting enough and that he would lose weight and become a Thin Man again. I didn’t want that. So I just kept feeding him myself.

And it looks like I’m not going to have to worry about him being too thin. So hey, Nathan. You’re going to have to start feeding yourself with your spoon, buddy. Even if it means half of your food ends up everywhere but your mouth and you have to go hungry for a meal or two before you figure it out. Trust me. When you’re around other kids, you don’t want to be the only kid in the room who can’t do something.


What? Seriously? They’re threatening to sue McDonald’s over Happy Meal Toys?


I came across this article and was completely floored. After I read it, I was thinking, Are you kidding me? Is this a joke? But no, it’s not a joke. There really is a group who is threatening to sue McDonald’s because “McDonald’s marketing has the effect of conscripting America’s children into an unpaid drone army of word-of-mouth marketers, causing them to nag their parents to bring them to McDonald’s.”

In other words, this group is blaming the toys for making kids fat.


Yes, these people really are that dumb. Because apparently, they all forgot that PARENTS are ultimately responsible for their kids’ diets. THE PARENTS need to learn to say “no” to their children. If they have such a problem with toys being included in Happy Meals, if they really think that’s are making kids so fat today- I have a very, very simple solution:


Or at least learn to say “no” to your children. Let your child eat the healthier Happy Meal, you know the ones with the apples and milk. We are in a sad, sad state as a country if parents are really “worn down” and “tired of saying ‘no’ to their children.” THAT IS OUR JOB AS PARENTS, to not let our kids do things that are unsafe or unhealthy.

If McDonald’s or their toys are the cause of your child’s obesity, you and you alone are at fault for allowing them to eat there.

Just, wow. That’s all I can say. Wow. A prime example of parents no longer wanting to parent.


Another chapter has come to a close


Breastfeeding. It’s been hard from the beginning. We dealt with latching problems, nursing strikes, and even weight-gain issues. Then, supplementing with formula brought its own set of problems, and Nathan developed an allergy to the cow’s milk protein found in all brands of infant formula, so we had to switch to soy. It’s been such a long, and at times tedious but all-in-all rewarding process, but that process has finally come to a close.

Paul and I are both avid supporters of child-led weaning, which is what it sounds like; the child pretty much lets the mom know when he or she is ready to quit nursing, and Nathan has decided he was ready to stop nursing. We lasted 14 months! That is a heck of a lot longer than I anticipated. I had always said I would try to make it for at least a year, which is what the American Academy of Pediatrics urges. Even though I was determined to go at least the minimum recommended time, there were many times where I thought we wouldn’t be able to hold out.

But I refused to just give up. And Paul was such a stong, loving supporter who wouldn’t let me just quit. Breastfeeding was too important, too vital to Nathan’s development for me to just give up at the first sign of hardship.

It was a struggle to work through some of the problems we had, and I think the worst of all was when Nathan wasn’t gaining enough weight. We switched pediatricians to one who was more knowledgeable about breastfeeding, and I even met with two different lactation consultants. Fortunately, the last lactation consultant I met with was able to help me tremendously, resolving most of the problems we were having. 

Nathan was not an easy baby to nurse, but patience and perseverance saw us through, and I am so glad and even grateful to have had to opportunity to provide him with the best possible nourishment he could have. I have given him a jump-start in life with the building blocks for a healthy and strong immune system, given him proteins and antibodies not found in formula, reduced his risk of developing childhood obesity, and it also helped his eye and brain development, to name just a few of the many benefits.

We cut our nursing sessions down gradually. When Nathan started showing a lack of interest during the afternoon feeding, for instance, I stopped that particular nursing session. This went on until we were down to just once a day, and when he started losing interest in that last feeding, that was it. That was the end of our breastfeeding relationship.

Weaning is very bittersweet. On the one hand, I will really miss the bond that we shared and having that time together. But on the other hand, it feels great to not be on-demand anymore.

I am so glad to have had this experience.

For more information on breastfeeding, visit:

Kelly Mom which was my go-to site when I had questions
La Leche League


I’ll Take Some Chubby Cheeks With that Order of Tubby Tummy, Please


So I’ve been thinking about blogging Mondays through Fridays and taking the weekends off, especially now that it’s spring and there is SO MUCH FUN STUFF that we are dying to do! Like going to the park, taking hikes, and picking up little pieces of soggy Graham crackers off the carpet…

In other news, Nathan and I were at Wal-Mart today doing some grocery shopping. Not surprisingly, because Nathan is the cutest little guy in all of Cuteland, many people stopped me and tell me how cute he is. Usually, people are pretty polite and “ooh” and “aah” over him.

But there’s always that sour apple who just wants to RAIN ON MY PARADE, ya know.

So I had just finished paying for a cart full of food for Nathan when this lady, probably in her late 60’s, walked by as I was piling bags of his food into the cart.

“Oh he’s cute,” she said. “How old is he?”

“Thanks,” I replied. “He’s thirteen months.”

“Thirteen months?” she asked. “Isn’t he a little too… small… for his age?” You should have heard the disdain and smugness in her voice. As a mom, I felt my blood start to boil because this is my child we’re talking about here. And oh yeah, have I mentioned that a mother will grow RAZOR SHARP TALONS AND DAGGAR TEETH when she thinks someone is picking on her child?

But I bit my tongue.

“No, he’s actually just right for his age. He’s in the 50th percentile for height and the 30th for weight,” I replied as calmly as I could. Even though on the inside, I was positively DYING to hit her upside the head with one of those jars of baby food I had in the cart . I wanted to let her know exactly how hard it was to get him to the weight he is at right now. The months of supplementing with formula after breastfeeding, the endless (ENDLESS!) pumping sessions, and the massive amounts of milk-producing herbs I consumed to get my son to get to the size he is now. It was a lot of work, and I felt insulted that someone would think my child looked “too” small. I mean, hello? HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE CHEEKS? They are totally pinch-able, and so is that tubby tubby tummy.

She looked at me doubtfully. “Well, as long as he’s healthy,” she drawled, looking skeptically at Nathan.

Un. Be. Lieve. Able. Unbelievable! Lady, it’s a good thing YOUR OPINION DOESN’T COUNT. I wanted to shout that at her with a thick smattering of curse words. But instead, I didn’t even respond. I grabbed my last bag, put it in the cart, and just walked away.

Some people have absolutely no regard for other people’s feelings. It’s rude to say someone’s child is “too small” or “too big,” “too tall” or “too short.” Why does there have to be a comparison, anyway? Everyone is who they are. And if you DO happen to think someone looks “too” something, please be kind and respectful enough to keep your opinions to yourself.

I know, I shouldn’t have let it get to me. But it’s really irritating, ya know?

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