Friday, January 30, 2009

Gourmet: How to Avoid Baby Formula

I just read this great article in Gourmet magazine The Kid's Menu: How to Avoid Baby Formula by Leslie Porcelli. It totally makes sense that an article about breast feeding would appear in Gourmet magazine. Gourmet is about the finest food. What is the finest food for an infant? Breastmilk. After all as the author states "Formula was concocted in a lab!".

The author talks about her experience of having formula pushed on her by the manufactures. She recieved free samples in the mail and bought maternity clothing that came with formula samples. Two nurses who were advising her on breastfeeding come complete with formula swag given to them by formula salesmen. One was wearing a a similac pen around her neck and the other one is holding an enfamil clip board (of course they did not give her accurate breastfeeding information).

In the end her baby is exclusivly breastfed through her perserverence and a lactation consultant who knows what she's doing. My favorite line in the article is when she writes "I had been cooking from scratch for way too many years to give my infant meal relacement shakes". How eloquently stated.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Speak Nicely

A friend of mine, Audy Weitz, has recently started this amazing online store called Speak Nicely. Audy has created tee shirts with positive messages on them based on the belief that positive speech can have a powerful effect on the world.

So many of the tee shirts that I see for kids have sayings that relay a negative message. All of Speak Nicely's tee shirts have positive messages like: A Smile Is Good and Honor People. Besides for the positive saying on them they are beautifully designed and printed on American Apparel tee shirts and hoodies. They've gotten some great press recently and I would definitely take a minute to check out their site.

Snow Day

My kids go to school in the Bronx and all of the bus companies they use come from Westchester so we often have a snow day when none of the Manhattan schools do. Today is one of those days. I was up at about 5:30 because of my never ending attempt to night wean my 3 year old (we had a set back 2 nights ago). As expected at about 6:15 we got the email that said that my kids had no school.

One of my least favorite things to do each day is wake my kids up for school. (I'm sure that I am not alone in this) There's usually a fair amount of whining and crying, a generally negative attitude and a chorus of "5 more minutes" that goes on and on and on.

Imagine my surprise this morning when my girls popped out of bed at 7:25 with big smiles on their faces and even more unbelievably my almost 13 year old son was out of bed by 8:15. I know I was not alone this morning because before 8:00 AM R had 2 invitation to IM. One of these invitations was from a friend of hers who has a notoriously difficult time getting out of bed for school.

My kids are now sitting in my living room, almost finished with their second pay per view movie of the day and it's only 11:30. T has just asked me if they can watch a third movie when this one is over and I've just said....Yes! Aren't snow day the best!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Silly Putty

A few weeks ago I found 2 hunks of Silly Putty in D's hair. I did what I thought I had to do; I cut it out. Thankfully they were not in the top layer of her hair and you could not tell what I had done by looking at her. I asked her and both of her sisters if they knew how it got into her hair. Of course no one had any clue.

This morning when I was putting D's hair into a ponytail I found 2 more hunks of Silly Putty. They were both in places that would be very noticeable if they were cut it out of her hair. Luckily for us we were running late so she went to school with her hair looking like it had 2 rats nests in it. I was obviously going to have to make our home a Silly Putty free zone.

While Ravi was taking her tap class this afternoon, one of the babysitters who I have become friendly with told me told me I could get it out with conditioner and a comb. I was definitely skeptical but guess what? It worked! All I did was wash her hair and then comb it when the conditioner was in it. My kids are so happy that I no longer have to ban Silly Putty from our home.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Before Battle

I found an amazing letter about IDF soldiers about to go into Gaza. I wanted to share this with everyone.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Israel

I thought that it was important to write a few word about what is going on in Gaza. I totally support what Israel is doing. It is ridiculous that Israelis should have to put up with constant rocket fire from Hamas. There is not one country in the world that would put up with this for as long as Israel did. In 2008 alone, 3278 rockets were fired into Israel and something had to be done to stop it.

By the way, there is an great blog called A Mother in Israel that I read. She has done a great job blogging about the situation in Gaza. If you want to know more about what is going on from an Israeli view point. She also has some great links to other Jewish and Israeli blogs. I would take a few minutes to check it out.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

The Barnacle

Since I've pretty much stopped nursing D at night it feels like she has been nursing non stop during the day. She has also been much more demanding of my time. I kind of expected this kind of behavior but it's still been taxing.

This Shabbat we had our friends Sam and Jonathan staying with us along with their 9 year old son. Our kids had a great time playing with each other. I really expected that D would be totally occupied as she usually is when there are a bunch of kids playing here. She did spend some time playing with them but it seemed like she spent most of the time either nursing or insisting that I play with her one on one with her. The only way that I was able to hang out with the grown ups for more than 5 minutes at a time was by nursing her.

I am well aware of why she needed to nurse so much and why she needed extra attention from me but I still found it to be a difficult day. There is just so much Barbie and constant nursing that I can take. At about 3:30 she insisted that she wanted to lay down and take a nap (obviously she knew that it would be a way that she could have my full attention). I woke up an hour later with a cramp in my hip and D still on my breast.

When we were saying good bye to our friends after Shabbat ended, Jonathan mentioned to me that D was like a barnacle. I had to smile because that was exactly what she had been. What a perfect description.

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