As Olive approaches 2 years old, and as I look back on two years of nursing her, and as I look forward to what is bound to be at least a little more time of continuing to nurse her, I am struck by how easy it has been to decide to keep going.
Before I had a kid, any breastfeeding I saw was unusual, and nursing toddlers seemed <i>so big</i> to me. But when it was <i>my</i> kid, he just looked like — my kid. Who needed nummies just like when he was a newborn, until he eventually didn’t anymore. I do like for it to be gentle and nonjudgmental like that, where people know it’s just a child seeking comfort and nutrition and a mother responding. I stopped feeling comfortable in public at some point, though, so I know there was a time when I decided it was best to keep it private, that I knew there were strangers (or not strangers) who would judge us. My second nursling is 20 months, and he just seems so much like a baby to me still — it’s hard to imagine that nursing him is odd to anybody.
On helping a child through the gimmes, a guest post from Shannon of Pineapples & Artichokes:
I cannot give her a treat, or have a treat myself, without that being the topic of conversation for the next week. When can we have hot chocolate again? Why can’t we have hot chocolate today? Why do you get a coffee and I don’t get a drink? Why are we not buying a toy for me, only a birthday present for that friend? Can we skip the party and keep the toy? Can we go to the party and have cake, but not give them a toy? Can we keep the toy and give them this old, broken toy, I don’t want anymore? Can I also keep the broken toy? When is my birthday so my friends will bring me toys? Can I have a half birthday party, so my friends will bring me more toys? Can I have a birthday every month?
It is exhausting. It is maddening. I worry about her future as a hoarder, about her ability to ever share anything, about her ability to make friends if she won’t ever let them touch anything she likes. How can she interact in society when sometimes the dog can’t even look at her toys?
Cute idea for offering a free snack shelf for little ones but including refrigerated foods.
Love these tips, since Mikko’s interested in knitting. Particularly this idea of how to start off:
Here I will just quote Allison, from Circles, upon whose wisdom I cannot improve:
“I usually cast on and then start knitting very slowly teaching thechild the rhyme. Once she has mastered the rhyme, I have her put her hands over mine while we go through the motions and repeat the rhyme. Then I put her hands under mine. Then I let her hold the needles while I wrap the yarn (and keep the yarn tension). Then I let her try to put it all together.”
Love these tips, since Mikko’s interested in knitting. And this rhyme for the knit stitch!
In through the front door
Around the back
Out through the window
And off jumps jack.
On sharing pictures of “gendered” careers that show both men and women (and multiple ethnicities and ages). I love this project.
From my comment: I remember when we were at the midwife’s for one of my prenatal checkups that Mikko was really interested in the stethoscope and other instruments. While he was playing with them, we all said something to the effect of, “Maybe he’ll be a doctor one day.” And then I almost choked on it. Why not “a midwife” someday? Or a nurse, like his great-uncle?
Very helpful tips and resource suggestions on helping a preschooler handle moving house.