Adventures in living and parenting. And eating. And drinking.
My new “normal” or Why I’m a hippie to my parents
Attachment Parenting: The baby-wearing and whatnot was totally contrary to everything they’ve known. At some point in Olive’s early months, I heard various things from different family members from You’ll spoil her from carrying her all the time to You’ll never get her to sleep in her own bed. When I first read info on AP, I’ll admit was was skeptical. But seeing as how I didn’t really have a frame of reference, I gave it a shot. Then I immersed myself in it. And I loved it. Probably the reason why no one in my house is locked in a loony bin.
(Somewhat) extended breastfeeding: Olive and I did this for fifteen months. Strange to many at the time, glad to see it starting to normalize somewhat. She’s happy, healthy and independent. That’s what boobs are for, right?
Cloth diapering: addictive. Got the day care on board. Has helped significantly with potty training. Washing them wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
Organic gardening: Because this shit is expensive at the store. And, we’ll have healthy eats all the time! Not to mention, instant science and social lessons for the wee ones.
Herbal remedies: It’s how I grew up. Sure science has helped with medication. But, if natural is better, why not? Got the sniffles? Eat some garlic. Got an ear ache? Warm up some garlic in olive oil. Boom. This coming from parents who forget that my grandparents would take me to a Curandera.
Delivering in a birth center: Been there, done that at the hospital. Hated being trapped in bed because of the medication that was likely not necessary.
We had no issues, other than her taking her sweet time. Oh, and having to stay an extra 3 days because the on-call Pedi would see us LAST, yeah. That’s another reason I don’t want that again. I’m looking forward to the San Antonio BC experience.
My politics: I’m a bleeding-heart liberal.
My lack of religion: A non-issue, but perplexing to them nonetheless. Baptism? Nope.
Today is 31-Weeks – Nine Weeks Til Tater Arrives. More or less. YOInkS!
I’ve found that I haven’t obsessed as much with getting her room ready. I hear that happens with Second Baby. Just need some curtains and a place to sit. Olive’s room is finally shaping up. Picked up some color-coordinated prints for both, and that’s made a huge difference.
Now, if the last few curtains can get hung and last few boxes unpacked…Oh, and if the Keebler Elves could come and cook/clean everyday. Kthanx.