I had a great idea for a blog: write about three of my best baby tips. But there was a problem, I could only think of two tips. So here you go. Two never-fail, good-advice-in-any-situation tips! Seriously, everybody in the universe who takes care of a baby should use this advice!
1. I remember my mom pinching my tummy in the zipper of my footie pajamas. In high school a friend caught my lip in my zipper as they zipped up my coat collar. Here is a way to never zip your baby’s skin in their footie pajamas.
Pinch the zipper handle between your thumb and index finger. Bend your middle finger around the top of the zipper head (the part that slides), planting your finger pad firmly on the base (the part that fests against your baby’s skin). As you slide the zipper up or down, your middle finger protects baby’s skin from getting zipped.
I used to only follow this trick while zipping up and I thought my kids would grow o a ripe old age without me ever having zipped them. But just this morning my wiggly toddler got pinched as I was unzipping him. So from now on I’ll be holding the middle finger guide in place both up and down.
2. I was having trouble finding the diaper rash ointment, we call it booty medicine, in my diaper bag and also in the basket where I keep diaper supplies. I didn’t want to root for it, so I’d start without it then when it turned out I did need it, ugh, it was somewhere at the bottom . Yada, yada, yada. So I thought to myself, “Why can’t I just keep the wipes and the booty medicine together?” AHA! I taped the ointment tube to the side of the pack of wipes! It has been working great. Be sure to tape it so the ointment lids opens away from the wipes (mine is a flip lid). My wipes go faster. So when they are gone, pull of the tape and tape the tube to the new package.
There you go. Enjoy a slobbery baby kiss! Live is good.
My kids’ piano teacher just told me this at our impromptu parent teacher conference. “Any time he makes the slightest improvement, I praise him to the skies.” With a more negative attitude I could have taken this as bleak news. But isn’t that exactly would I’m doing when I tell the baby how smart she is for biting her own toes?
Lately I’ve been joking that DD5mos sees every second she is awake as a small victory, except that I’m not really joking. Babies who stop napping at five months are no picnic.
However, when I take a minute to apply this idea to myself, as we should do with all wise words, I realize how ecstatic I would be every minute of the day if I got into a better habit of celebrating the little victories. Imagine this: “Yay! I finished a load of laundry!” as opposed to “Drat! I am nowhere near finishing the laundry today!”
Would that make a fantastic change in my attitude or what! I’m excited to try it this evening. I’m going to make a big deal about how beautiful my kids’ teeth are and how great their breath smells instead of complaining about the toothpaste in the sink.
I had a great idea for a blog: write about three of my best baby tips. But there was a problem, I could only think of two tips. So I didn’t write the blog. But these two tips are too great to keep to myself. Two never-fail, good-advice-in-any-situation tips! Seriously, everybody in the universe who takes care of a baby should use this advice!
Three months old!
1. I remember my mom pinching my tummy in the zipper of my footie pajamas. In high school a friend caught my lip in the zipper of my coat collar. Perilous things these zippers. Here is a way to never zip your baby’s skin in their footie pajamas.
Pinch the zipper handle between your thumb and index finger, thumb on the bottom. Bend your middle finger around the front of the slider. Plant your middle finger pad firmly on the base of the slider. As you slide the zipper up or down, the first joint of your middle finger stays between the zipper and baby’s skin.
I used to only follow this trick while zipping up and I thought my kids would grow to a ripe old age without me ever having zipped them. But just this morning my wiggly toddler got pinched as I was unzipping him. So from now on I’ll be holding the middle finger guide in place both up and down.
2. I was having trouble finding the diaper rash ointment, we call it booty medicine, in my diaper bag and also in the basket where I keep diaper supplies all together in one spot Hint; do this if you haven’t already!). I didn’t want to root around for it, so I’d start the changing without it then when it turned out I did need it, ugh, it was somewhere at the bottom. So eventually I thought, “Why can’t I just keep the wipes and the booty medicine together?”
AHA! I taped the ointment tube to the side of the pack of wipes! It has been working great. Be sure to tape it so the ointment lid opens away from the wipes (mine is a flip top). My wipes got gone faster so I pulled them apart and taped the tube to the new package.
There you go. Actual fantastic ideas. Now go enjoy a slobbery baby kiss! Live is good.
We all love chocolate chip cookies, but a double batch is too much. Not that we couldn’t put some in the freezer, but that we can’t seem to leave off them till they’re gone. So I decided 50% larger than a typical batch should suit us well. Also my girls prefer the variations written out. I keep them in my head, but they need that space for actors’ bios and Disney lyrics.
My cookie helpers are the greatest!
DS21 thinks I suffer from a rare form of ADD that (I’d say enables) me to remember what kind of toothpaste and deodorant each of them prefers, the sizes of their shoes and underwear, you know-“the basics”. He obviously isn’t a parent yet. At any rate, I have a standard chocolate chip recipe in my head, and I modify it to suit most cookie occasions instead of looking up something new. It makes very tasty peanut butter and/or chocolate chocolate chip cookies. (Another variation-leave out the chips. A travesty, I know, but we run out of chips a lot around here, because the *ahem* woman in charge of shopping never buys more than two bags a month and that only when she’s feeling splurgey.)
Larger Batch Chocolate Chip Cookies
Cream together 3 cubes soft butter (or 2 cubes butter and 1 cup peanut butter)
3 cups white sugar
½ Tbl vanilla
1 tsp molasses is optional.
Mix together 3 ½ cups flour (or 3 cups flour and 1.2 cup cocoa)
½ Tbl each salt and baking soda
Stir wet and dry ingredients together with a bag of chocolate chips (12oz size or 1 ½ cups if you’re blessed to buy them in bulk.
This recipe has fewer chips than the recipe on the bag. But we usually make a double batch with on e bag of chips-I’m frugal like that. I guess the chocolate chip makers and I have differing motives, hmm? Oh and the baking instructions! I can hear my girls asking already. As, almost, always 350 degrees till done which is approximately 11 minutes for a tablespoon-sized cookie. Enjoy!
I made these with DS10. My kids love to make roll and cut type of cookies, but I think most sugar cookies taste terrible. These, however were simple, tasted great, and most important for him—they could be shaped. He chose heart-shaped cookie cutters, because “the secret ingredient is always ‘love’, Mom.” These tea cakes had a great texture, too.
The original recipe came from Southern Living 1984. I changed milk to lemon juice and omitted the vanilla. Also, the recipe says chill for hours or overnight. We didn’t do that, because that’s not how we roll, literally. We just squashed the dough flat with our hands and baked them right away. Good times.
1 cup butter, softened
2 cups sugar
2 tablespoons lemon juice
5 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
Cream the top four. Stir in the next two. Use sugar instead of flour when you roll (or flatten) it. Be sure you put them on the baking sheet sugar side up! 350 degrees till edges are golden.
There is a backyard in California where time stands still. I lay down across a giant tractor inner tube and squint up at the bright sunlight shining dappled through the leaves. The grass is green and a bit too long. Odd fences crisscross the yard, remnants of dog breeding attempts. But right now I’m all alone, eating a hot dog with mustard, kicking my bare feet, and channeling my mother.
This yard is the only place she and I have shared, the same place, the same ages. Generations melt away, and I know that we are for once sharing the exact same experience. I hear the traffic driving by that she heard, the same frog sounds in the pond across the narrow dirt lane. I smell the grass and blackberries she smelled, and taste he same French’s mustard. I cold hot dog leaves the same greasy coating on the roofs of our mouths. We feel the sunburn on small spots of our skin where branches let the molten sunlight through. We both avoid scorching hotspots on the dull black tube.
Nothing in my mother’s life paralleled my own except this one summer afternoon in this yard on La Barr Meadows Road. She who married at 16 and finished high school, GED, at 35. Six older siblings and no dad, living always in California with rain and plants growing wild. Me a mom at 30, college graduate, oldest of four, and boy did I have a father in my life. Growing up in deserts, nothing grows by accident or of its own volition. Rain is still a fascination to me now, I’m 41.
And her life wasn’t sunshine, but I got to see her carefree and happy when we shared a sunny afternoon when we were both 12.
The wisest eighteen year old I’ve ever known once told a group of rapt listeners, sitting at his feet Socrates style, that being eighteen was a lot like being . . . thirteen. I’d expected him to say seventeen. We anticipate the wisdom which reminds of that we’ve actually only aged another day, not the year children picture passing in the time from midnight till they wake up on their birthday. The disappointment and bewilderment was palpable as the seventeen years olds grappled with the loss of the magical transition they’d anticipated.
My surprise turned to wonder and joy. “He gets it.” I love when they (teenagers) get it, when they get anything. But that was when I was 29. And now I revisit the wisdom to share that 41 is a lot like thirteen too. And I’m a little disappointed and bewildered at the lack of the mysterious transformation I’d been looking forward to.
We gain guru status slowly, haltingly, and sometimes we lose our followers. It’s pretty difficult to be wise enough that everything we say sounds profound all the time. And if the wisdom we spout is tinged with disillusionment, well I don’t blame them for going—it’s a bummer.
But I remember wise people who’ve participated in my life. I have my favorites depending on my moods and my circumstances. I reflect on what they’ve taught me. Once in a while. Today I’ll think of them more and appreciate thinking of them more. I’ve had wisdom shared in my life. Praise the Lord for the good people he’s sent to fascinate me and to impart a bit of what they’ve learned.
When it’s my turn to share a bit with someone, will I have it ready? Will I be in the right place in my mind to dispense the nugget they’ll remember? Or will I be worrying about the way the seam in my sock is rubbing against my toes?