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Friday, February 3, 2012

Let's face it, I'm odd...

...I came home after classes and went to work tidying up the house. I soon found myself thinking 'Ahh--it is so nice to come home after a long week and clean'---not...even...kidding.
 For most of my life, I have been quite the slob. Nevertheless, sometime before I met Mr. Baker I decided things need to change. Now it's been a slow battle--it's not easy to completely change the way you look at your living. Keeping things clean require more than just cleaning, but a mentality of cleanliness and a discomfort of mess. I finally made significant headway before Poppy was born, but having a baby and going back to school puts everyone back a ways. Now I focus on cleaning on the weekends and aiming for "tidiness" as I cannot maintain the standard of cleanliness I aspire to until I graduate and "clean house" moves up in the priority list.
One of the things that's first to go down is this bookshelf...oh how I love to organize and I cannot wait to get my paws on these out of control, catch all shelves. (Don't even get me started on how eager I am to clear out the Kitchen cabinets.)

And don't think I have forgotten you, my darling dear. Last night I was counting potential sewing projects to fall asleep instead of sheep. Nevertheless, I know full well that anything I can accomplish now--as busy as I am-- I'll probably be able to do with more kids. So I try to sew for a few hours every week, just to keep in the habit.

And finally, these little darlings. Tomorrow night my cousin Nan is coming over to help me hang these and I printing off pictures to put in some empty frames--it only took my over a year of marriage to get down to it.

And of course, the Kitchen, oh how I look forward to getting back to my pursuit of culinary excellence. I'm going through a bit of a decadent phase (we've seen a return of white flour to my pantry).

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Living in the moment today (with children), pays off tomorrow

I cannot tell you how many times I have heard parents lament how quickly their children grow up and how they wished they had appreciated that time with them more.
So just before Poppy was born, I made a promise to myself to not take my moments with her for granted. Already she has grown so much, so fast
I've found that feeding her in the wee morning hours was a lot easier when I considered how brief this period of her life is--only a year or so.

I know really it is unavoidable. No matter what I will always yearn to have spent more time with her than I remember having, but life must be lived. That goes for her just as much as it does for me.
Enjoy the rest of these pictures from play time earlier this afternoon




giving a little "mona lisa" smile














Sunday, January 1, 2012

Poppy and her Doll






My Poppy is becoming an expert smile-er, no? 
:)

Our first Christmas

Last Sunday Mr. Baker and I celebrated our first Christmas together! What a delight it was, too, to have it be the three of us, with our kleines madchen, Poppy. Mr. Baker and I opened our presents "aus Deutsch"--that is we opted to open them on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day. Our cozy little Christmas was the best of my life! It is such a joy to be a wife and mother--I think forever after my Christmases will be progressively better as we watch our children grow.

I did my best to try to emulate my mother's Christmas marathon of culinary masterpieces--but without a dishwasher, this domestic goddess pooped out after brunch on Christmas Eve. I was so worked up over having the best meals for Christmas Eve and Day and doing everything according to plan, that I was utterly stressed and missing out on just enjoying my holiday. So sometime Christmas Eve afternoon I realized that I did not want to be the Yuletide dictator I had been doing and just went with the flow.

Mr. Baker and I decided that, rather than have a traditional menu for the Christmas Holidays, we would get together as a family sometime prior to the holidays and decide what we would like to eat that year--be it pizza hut, chinese take out, or steak au poivre--that's what we're going to get! I think we might do the same with planning our Christmas activities.

We also decided that we liked the German tradition of opening gifts on Christmas Eve, so in the future we just might have the kids open their wrapped gifts on Christmas Eve, but Santa will still deliver his gifts on Christmas morning.

Mr Baker did very well this Christmas, receiving a fair amount of nice clothes from, me, his mother and my mom. One of my favorite gifts was the robe and slippers my mother sent me--I cannot tell you how much easier it is to take care of Poppy in the middle of the night now that I have a snuggly warm robe and slippers! Danke schone, Mutti!

Poppy with the "special" gift from Uncle Kyle and a fish rattle from Oma

Poppy was also highly favored in the gift department! I loved the pop up book her Lolly and Pa sent her, as well as the mary-jane socks not Bebella and Grandpa sent her. I crocheted her a "mohawk beanie" which had her grandparents and uncles in stitches when they saw her in it--she is positively adorable and I must get a picture of her wearing it! She also got her vary own baby doll (which is about as big as her)

I promise she loves her doll ;)

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Well at least not everyone feels that way,

Dear Poppy,
You bring so much joy into my life

Joy- as in suffering, work, fun, pleasantness, chaos, and peace all rolled up into one life with you equating to happiness

Not everybody feels this way about motherhood, or life in general, but you should know that life is about duality, its the bitterness in life that makes the sweet moments sweeter. 

Life is hard, and the only way to make life easy, is to not expect it to be so

Embrace challenge in your life, don't try to avoid it-that's a fruitless effort anyway. Challenges help you to grow. Our first parents left idyllic paradise in favor of a dreary wilderness so that they might obtain true happiness. And it's the same with life.

So mold your paradigm and your own perspectives so that when you are up in the wee small hours of the morning with your little one, you'll stop looking up random things on wikipedia, wishing you could go back to sleep. At that moment, look down into your child's eyes and remember that everyone laments not cherishing their children why they have them-- and then you should cherish the one in your arms.

Learn to give a prayer of thanks and feel gratitude for a physical body, even when it's sick or disabled in some way. Learn to remember how much you love someone, and how much they love you even when they don't show it. Learn cherish the hard times for how they help illuminate the good times.

Happiness occurs only when you decide to be happy

Ich liebe dich, kleines Mädchen,

Friday, December 2, 2011

it all comes out in the wash

After last night, I came to the consideration that perhaps Poppy (not her actual name-just a nickname I use for her on the internet) would sleep better in her own space and not our room. I think we might by waking her up throughout the night. Not fully trusting my own intuition, I went online to google search "when to put baby in own room". There was a myriad of blog posts: co-sleep is the best, sleeping in nursery is the best, sleeping in same room is the best, --no really sharing the bed works great, --no sleeping in their own room works great, and on and on. Finally I came to my senses and said "It doesn't really matter!". So long as you meet your child's emotional needs in the day time--I'll bet they won't develop any lasting psychological issues in the night based on sleep location.

It reminds me of a few weeks back, and the debate over taking Poppy out for walks in the stroller. My Mummykins is half-German, half deep rooted Southern girl--she advised that in Germany they take their kids out all the time--the cold air is good for the lungs. My mother in law is full Panamanian and has lived mostly on the western part of the USA. She was adamant that the cold air would cause health problems for Poppy and that Poppy would have difficulty breathing while the wind was blowing.

Such polar opinions--which one was right?-- well they raise perfectly healthy children  by both methods, so it must not really matter.

All psychology should be taken with a grain of salt--this from a psychology minor. If their is one thing I learned from all my education in psychology is that their are in innumerable variables to the human mind and existence, and that, outside of gospel principles, there are no blanket solutions especially ones as specific as ones related to child-rearing.

Gospel principles such as loving our families, staying morally clean, following the word of wisdom, are broad enough in their explanation so they can be adapted to the needs of each individual situation.

If a loving parent who co-sleeps with their child will probably have a just as healthy and well adjusted child as one who sleeps in their own crib or their own room--it's not that something as mundane as sleeping arrangement has much call on the child's overall sense of well being--it's that the parents genuinely love their children and see to their child's individual needs.

I sense that Poppy may sleep better if mom and dad aren't in the room, because she's napped very well that way. However, my next child might be the exact opposite. Since I love my child I will not just repeat what I did for Poppy, but adapt to that child's needs.

I've hear many arguments for and against pacifiers, or "babywearing" over "babycarrying"--again the same rule of trying to be in tune with what your baby needs applies. My friend Anna, to the best of my knowledge, never gave her children pacifiers, stating that you need to see to the needs of your child and not just plug up their mouths. This seemed logical to me, so I decided we'd forgo the paci. Another friend noted that sometimes babies just want something to suckle on and that it helped them feel comfortable

Shortly after Poppy was born they wheeled her into our hospital room and there she was happily sucking a pacifier. It's easier to wean a child off a pacifier than their own thumb by the way, so I decided to take the pacifier home with us rather than chuck it.

95% of the time I give Poppy the paci when I think that's all she wants or if it will help soothe her, or during time I can't immediately feed her--such is on the road in nowhereville Wyoming 15 min from our next pit stop.

As for wearing Poppy in a sling or keeping her in her carrier. Sometimes she wants to be held close, sometimes she's happily snoozing in her carrier, which will rock like a rocking chair easily--and this baby likes to be rocked!

So we play it by ear, and don;t have such specific absolutes.

My brother was a formula fed baby, husky 8 year old, and football playing teenager. My husband was a formula fed baby, husky 8 year old, and football playing teenager---they are entirely different people.

healthy development has so much more to do with broader issues than pacifiers or slings, or sleeping accomodation

Monday, October 17, 2011

Hospital Update #1

Well I'm here at the hospital to have a BABY! Last night, Poppyseed wasn't moving much and didn't move at all this morning. Since I had a dr's appt today, I just decided to go in a little early. They monitored her heart beat and movements. She moved a little after being hooked up. When Dr. L came in he simply said "Why don't we just have the baby today". There was nothing really wrong with her, but he said there really was no benefit to her staying there longer, incase her lack of movement might be something wrong. So he scheduled an inducement at 2 today. I'm up to 7ml of pitocin an hour now. and my contractions go to the top of the chart but they don't hurt and I haven't been checked yet to see if I'm dilating anymore. I can feel tension in my lower back, but my real complaint is--and you won't be really surprised by this considering my "lineage"--- I want to eat. I'm hungry and I only get to have jello.