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book worm

Oops. Oh, look… over a year has gone by since I properly updated last?  So much to catch up on.

My first order of business is: the kid loves books.  LOVES BOOKS.  I remember, months and months and months ago, being disappointed because I would sit him on my lap and try to read to him, but he had no patience for it.  He just wanted to flip through the pages, himself, and look at all the pictures on the pages.  Now, he cannot get enough of being read to.  It all started with a set of “mini masters” books that I came across at a cute little store that I love called “Burnt Sugar” in Fremont.  The “mini masters” are little board books that feature a particular artist (for example, Van Gogh) and several of that artist’s paintings, accompanied by (sometimes random) rhymes that tell little stories about each of them.  Felix, at just barely over 2 years old, can identify great works (such as Starry Night) by sight & name and walks around begging, “Read Matisse?  Read Degas?  Read Monet?”  And he pronounces them correctly.  “Read Gauguin?”  Freaking awesome.  (I started this post a couple months ago when he was just a month over 2 years.)

So we started reading him the few books we had laying around, for him, which I quickly got sick of.  I headed over to the library and picked up about ten more books, which will have to be traded in for new ones, soon.  He LOVES BEING READ TO.  Within a couple of weeks, I’ve already gotten sick of the library books I brought home.  I have never seen a 2 year old with the ability to sit through so many books (and some long ones, at that) – but I mostly pick up longer stories, because he seems to like those best.  He sometimes sits on the couch or our bed, flipping through each one while reciting all the words to himself, which he’s already memorized.

Did I mention he just turned 2, a few of months ago?

I’m trying to keep track of the books we’ve read & his favorites (this blog is, after all, meant primarily as his “baby book”, electronic version).  I don’t remember the earlier “baby” books, but no matter.  The stuff we’re reading now is far more interesting.

The first “mini masters” books I picked up were a set (from Burnt Sugar).

Mini Masters Boxed Set : The set includes Dancing with Degas, A Picnic with Monet, A Magical Day with Matisse, and In the Garden with Van Gogh. While the “stories” for each book are pretty simple (usually about frolicking and seeing sights during the day then going home to bed or to rest), they aren’t terrible.  Plus, it’s fun to review so many great works while teaching your little one about art.  Felix seriously has several words from every page of every book memorized, already.  After going through these 4 books, I sought out a few others and plan on getting the few more that are yet remaining.

 

 

 

 

 

Painting with Picasso: Another from the “mini masters”, see above.  This one wasn’t in the set, but there’s about 10 other “mini masters” books I need to pick up.  I think the Picasso book is my personal favorite.

 

 

 

Skippyjon Jones: This book cracks me up.  It’s about… well, I’m not really sure what it’s about.  It’s about a cat/kitten that likes birds and likes to pretend he’s a dog (specifically, a Chihuahua), but that pisses his cat mother off – so he gets sent to his room to think about how he should act like a cat but starts fantasizing about being a member of a gang of chihuahuas, instead.  And he saves his chihuahua friends by busting open a bumblebee full of beans.  BEANS!  Seriously.  Right?  What the hell is all that?  But it’s uproariously fun to read (I’ve been trying to give him some Spanish here and there) and just too wacky to not be fun.  Felix loves it and loves to yell out the Spanish rhymes as I’m reading.  Since starting to write this post, I’ve picked up other Skippyjon Jones books (there’s several), all of which are fun.  I’ve used of all my possible renews at the library, so we’re going to have to purchase this one.

More “mini masters” I’ve picked up:

I expect that when I finally get around to taking him to to see the Gauguin exhibit at SAM (Seattle Art Museum), he’ll be running around pointing to the paintings and reciting the poems from books.  Or calling out the names of the the painting.  And everyone around us will think, “My god, who is that genius child?” cause… he kind of is.  *smile*  He also sits through Olivia Saves the Circus, The Snowy Day (which he was reciting when he went outside during our Big Snow Storm) and various Eric Carle books (of The Hungry Caterpillar) fame.


I also enjoy Bruno Munari’s Zoo, which we’ll have to purchase & check out more of that author’s books.  The illustrations are quite unique.

 

 

 

I have been speaking some Spanish to him and he loves to randomly ask “como estas?” throughout the day.  I’ve also been listening to French language podcasts in the car (both to brush up & relearn my own French as well as for his exposure) and with perfect diction, he says, Je t’aime maman!

His speaking, in his own language, is out of this world.  I don’t really have much to compare him to, I only see the looks on people’s faces when he speaks.  Though we occasionally bump into other people with kids his age and I’m struck by how very different his manner of speaking is.  Longer sentences, clear pronunciation, huge vocabulary.  I told him we were going t see the chiropractor again, today (for me, not him), and he spent the morning saying, “Ride to the chiropractor!”

He starts Montessori preschool in exactly two weeks.  (Be still, my beating heart.)  I would love to keep him home with me, every day, for another couple years.  People keep going on at me about all the freedom & time that I’ll have, but that’s just not the sort of thing I think about.  I haven’t been aching for “freedom” or more time.  This kid is so easy going & such an independent player that I tend to sit around thinking I have too much time on my hands that I’m not using very wisely.  I love these days with him.  But no… I saw the readiness and realized that the best thing, for him, would be to start preschool, now.  So off he goes.  I have yet to tell him how much fun he’s going to have without getting choked up, every single time.  Pretty much everything we’ve done with him has because I’ve simply followed his lead.  This kid… he’s something special.

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yet more words and other things

More things that Felix says, off the top of my head (still forgetting a zillion things):

Bye bye (often said as he races down the hall when he hears Chris opening the gate to leave for work.)

He says Jenn and Denise, for our sitter and her sister, who also watches him.  Coffee when he sees our coffee mugs.  Milk.  Smoothie, as soon as he sees me break out the blender for our morning smoothies – though it sounds like moo-ey.  Chocolate, which he loves.  Water.  Swing.  Mail (he loves to go outside with us to get the mail.  Especially on rainy or busy days when we haven’t otherwise gotten outside.)  Socks. Slippers. Bird (for actual birds in the sky and my favorite red bird necklace.)  Cat.  Truck, which seems to sound more like “dot” and bus.

Bath and bath time (which sounds like “bad time”).  He often races to his bathroom, bangs on the door and says bad time bad time bad time when Chris gets home from work.

Dinner.  Outside.

More (milk, water, smoothie).

Blankie.  Ami (“ah-mee”), which has somehow come to mean all of his stuffed elephants.  Bear.

He also repeats another million words right as we say them, with perfect or near perfect clarity.  Unfortunately, this means that he occasionally walks around saying, “Sh*t sh*t sh*t”. (I’m working on that.)

Oh, and my favorite, of course – I love you, which is sometimes accompanied by a sneak attack hug.

And then there’s all the routines and habits that he knows.  Like after we change his diaper, we go to the bathroom to put his (cloth) diaper in the bucket.  Though we’ve started changing him in the bathroom and letting him sit on his toilet for a few minutes, which he actually seems to enjoy.  On one hand – it’s early for typical potty training, but we’re way late for “elimination communication” potty training.  So I figure, since there’s really no pressure now, there’s no harm in introducing the idea to him and seeing what happens.  Honestly, I suspect if I hadn’t been so lazy about the elimination communication training at a year old, he’d be potty trained by now.  So I suspect he’ll be potty trained early & easily when we really do it.  He’s smart and he picks stuff up quickly, understands concepts without much trouble.

We’ve visited one Montessori school so far, and will be checking out a few more.  Yet again, we were told that he seems incredibly (read: above average) bright, very independent and observant, and yes, yes he has MANY more words than most kids his age.  Not only that, but also that usually, only the parents can understand most of their child’s words and language at this age, but that everyone can understand Felix because he speaks so clearly.

I’m really eager to get him into Montessori school, I think it’ll be really really good for him (he’s explored about as much as he can at home – though we will be getting out more now that the weather is getting nicer again.)

I’ve also realized that he demands manners and patience.  For example, when he opens the drawer and pulls out the tv remotes – if I yell at him (as you tend to do when someone gets into something a zillion times) to put them back, all I get in return is a mocking grin.  So I sigh, change my tone and say, “Felix, please put the remotes back.”  And then, “Thank you, now please close the drawer.”  So long as I say please and am polite, he’ll do anything I ask.  Kid isn’t even a year and a half years old yet, and already keeping me in check.  Point taken, kid.

Oh, but he will also announce when he’s doing something he shouldn’t.  I might be in the bedroom and he’ll be in our room and I hear him saying, “No no no no no!”  So I go in and find him rifling through drawers or carrying a pair of my glasses around.  Let’s see if he does the same as a teenager!  ha!

He’s a delightful kid, all around.  I sometimes forget he’s just a toddler because he seems so aware and so … well, wise.

He has his first swimming lessons in June – I can’t wait.  I think he’ll do well with them because he looooooooooves water.

And then, just like that, I’ll be writing about him going off to college in Spain or some such.  Sigh.

 

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Time

Oops.  A lot of time has passed since my last update.  The thing is, it’s a lot easier to update when they’re LITTLE and there’s not as much to say.  Then one day, you wake up and OH MY GOD, THAT’S A LOT OF MILESTONES.  I didn’t realize it’d be like this already.  By “like this” I mean, he seems so grown up.  I have to stop calling him “baby” because he’s not.  He’s a little boy.

He started full-on walking right after his 1 year birthday, as predicted (by me.)

In fact, this past week it seems he discovered that he can also walk backwards and he does it often, at completely random moments.  It’s pretty funny to watch.

I think his vocabulary is about to explode – he’s had his repertoire of onomatopoeia words (like “Boom!”) and “Uh-oh” was his first word, months ago.  Whenever I ask him where his froggy is, he runs towards it, saying “baahdee baahdee!”  He’s recently started repeating “pee!” (and even peed when I said it, in the bathtub, a few nights in a row.  I still can’t tell if that was coincidence or not?)   A couple days ago it sounded like he said “monkey” after me, but not again.  This morning he was playing with one of his “noisy” toys and when he pushed the yellow key and the voice sang out, “yellow!”, he said, “Yoh.”

There’s so many I’m already forgetting them all. Regardless of any words that we understand, he talks a lot.

I took him to the KidsQuest something something Museum the other day, which *I* did not like, at all. No point in mincing words, there were a lot of brats there.  One kid pushed him over & away and while *I* was pissed, Felix just got up and walked away, calmly, not a care.  Anytime any other kid would get in his way or grab something he was going for, he’d just change course.  He’s rarely interested in objects and toys when we’re out, anyway.  He just walks and walks and walks and walks around and around and around and around.  I took him out of the little kids area (for crawlers and new walkers) and into the other area, where all the big kids were running around.  (Luckily, it wasn’t that crowded so I didn’t have to worry about big kids running by and slamming into him.)  He seemed to enjoy the “big kids” stuff a lot more.  More to see, more buttons to push.  And the WATER, he loved splashing his hands around in that.

But KidsQuest is an indoor area, attached to a mall, of all things – I don’t really like that atmosphere.  Yesterday it was sunny and blue, so I decided we needed to get outside and took him to the zoo.  *I* thought he’d enjoy looking at all the animals, but nope – what he loved was all the open space, so he walked and walked and walked and walked and turned around and around and walked and walked.  He just loves to look around and observe.  The one animal he was interested in was the peacock.  There was a peacock running around, loose, and Felix wanted to run right up and grab it.  I had to hold him back a few feet and Felix fought me the entire time, eyes glued to the peacock.  For the rest of this winter season, we’re sticking to outdoor stuff.  Even when we’re at home,  he walks and walks and walks and walks, stopping only occasionally to flip through a book or play with his workbench.

Oh! And yesterday, the babysitter told me that she was reading to him from a book about colors.  When she got to the “pink” page, he pointed to her fingernails – which were bright, bright pink.  He didn’t do that with any other page.  Coincidence?  I think not!

I also taught him the “monkey” gesture (one hand on head, one hand scratching armpit) and the monkey, “ooh!  ooh!  ooh!”  Now when I either make the noise or say “monkey” he makes the gesture.  We’re working on elephant, next.

He’s an excellent eater.  (I realize this can change and he could turn picky, but the thing is, I don’t care.  We’re not going to make an issue of it, he’ll eat or not – all I care about is that what he DOES eat will be healthy.  He’s not going to be one of those kids who gets picky, so we start giving him junk and processed foods just to get him to eat.  I do plan on including him in meal planning and decision making as he gets older, so I think that will help.)  He still loves his raw milk, which I am happy to let him drink a few times a day because it’s good for him.  He also loves water – whenever I fill his sippy cup, he dances around excitedly until I hand it to him.  That’s pretty much all he drinks.  In the Fall, I gave him some apple cider occasionally and in the summer, I’ll give him some fresh squeeze orange juice or some such, but he eats bananas and oranges and real fruit, so why bother with sugary juices?  He loves the bananas and orange slices.  Apples in his oatmeal, with raisins.  Pears.  Strawberries.  Blueberries.  I’ve started making baked oatmeal, so that we make it once and just heat it up every morning, he enjoys that with a little raw honey and yogurt.   He likes quiche (this morning he had some broccoli cheddar quiche with his oatmeal).  Oh my god – he does not like cheese.  This befuddles me.  How can you not like cheese? *shrug*

People have said things to us like, “Oh, just wait until he’s such and such age and he’s got personality!”  I want to ask them what’s wrong with their kid, but this one has had big personality from the get go.

We (I?) waffle back and forth about having another one.  One one hand, sure.  On the other hand – Felix has kind of set an impossibly high standard.  He is such an easy going, independent kid.  He amuses himself all day (sometimes pushing me away if I try to play with him – just like he does if I try to help him over a small obstacle when walking, “I can do it myself!!”) and he sleeps from 8-9:30 in the morning!!!!  If he didn’t nap much the previous day, he’ll sleep till around 9.  But otherwise, he averages around 8:30.  My worst nightmare, when thinking about having children, was of having to get up at 6 am every day.  UGH.  What are the odds of getting another one that sleeps until after 8am???  What are the odds of having another one that is so easy and independent as this one?

And CUTE?  I know his cuteness is because of his genes, but c’mon – I think we used up every ounce of cute available on this one.

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6 months

Dear Felix,

HOLY CRAP, you’re 6 months old.  And… Wow, really, it’s only been 6 months?

015Today, you had your 6 month check up, one day after the fact, and you’re still growing like a week and a picture of good health.  So when you’re older, and you hear people say  that goat milk isn’t good enough for babies, you can tell them that YOU were raised on it – raw, no less – and just look at you.

(Because I’m sure this is the type of conversation you’ll have as an adult, right?)

You are 17 pounds – which is now right smack in the middle of average, which is more than fine.  And you’re over 28 inches tall which is way above average.  How’d you get to be so tall?

So far, you like every fruit that’s passed your lips.  But you have not like broccoli nor lunged for avocado like you do bananas.  I’m kind of surprised at this.  I had it in my head that you’d be all about the vegetables.  You do, however, have a very “if you want me to eat it, I will” attitude about it – but you make sure I know that you’re doing me a favor.  Yup.  You’re my kid.  Oh, are those faces supposed to make me decide to stop giving you broccoli?  Not going to work.  But hold on to that, you can guilt me for it later.  When you’re 5, you can complain about how you let me feed you broccoli even though you didn’t want it, so I should let you x, y, z.

Today, we’ll try cauliflower, because it can’t be all about fruits, Nugget.  I can’t possibly see how you could have a problem with cauliflower – it tastes like potato and how could you not like potato?

Yesterday, I saw a video on that stupid “Momversation” thing about “Do you have to play with your kids?”  I feel sorry for other mothers who say “Do I have to play with my kids?”  We like to play with you.  We can’t wait to play with you more.  When you’re bigger, we’ll do things like go to the zoo, the waterfront, etc AT LEAST every other day.

031Anyway.  The people in the “don’t play with your kids” camp claimed that playing with your kids too much would make them “too dependent” on you and not imaginative enough.  Not self-sufficient enough.  I think this is bullshit.  There’s so many other factors and quite frankly, that attitude doesn’t give enough credit to each child’s individual personality.  But I guess I say that because you already show quite a lot of independence and seem pretty good at amusing yourself already.  If you want us to play with you, and to show us things & talk to us about stuff & share whatever it is that seems to be going on inside your head all the time, we’ll be more than happy to oblige.

(I do think, though, that people who claim to not want to play with their kids because they want them to be self-sufficient, etc are making that up as a cover for the fact that they just don’t want to spend a lot of time with and energy on their kids.  Period.)

But there I go on my high horse again, and I fear you’re going to be that kid that annoys everyone by telling them, “Well, MY mom said…”  You’ll probably often end that sentence with something about how I said that if their moms really cared about them, they’d do x, y, z.  Or how one of their teachers is an idiot.

Ahem.  Yes, I’ll be THAT mom.

Your dad?  Well.  He seems to be the reasonable one, but he named your giraffe “Jihad.”  I’ll get called into school about things like that, too.

You & me are going to have to have a talk about this sleeping thing soon – we’d like a little after 7am consistency, please?  But other than that, you’re incredibly easy.  It feels like it was really hard the first few months but I don’t know if YOU were all that hard.  We were just terrified of you.  On your very second day here, we had to drive you to the pediatrician – ON THE FREAKIN’ LA FREEWAY.  It was awful.  I’m surprised I didn’t have a heart attack right then and there.  LA sucked.  LA still sucks and I hope you don’t ever have urges to go spend a few years in the city where you were born.  All I wanted was to get you out of there.

I was afraid to drive with you, afraid to let you cry, afraid of going out in public with you because I didn’t want to bother everyone or be completely frazzled out in public.  DUDE.  That was the stupidest fear because you’re really quite good when we’re out.  Dazzlingly so.  Especially when you & I flew to Pennsylvania alone – oh, I saw the looks on people’s faces when they saw me sit down in the boarding area with you, and you were cranky because I’d woken you up at 3 am.  People went out of their way to talk to me & compliment you at the end of the flight.  You were born to travel & be on the move.

We drove aimlessly for 3 hours one weekend – well, 3 hours away and 3 hours back.  You just sat in the car seat & stared out the window or slept.  You got a little cranky, momentarily, which was understandable because you were all wet & hungry.  But once that got taken care of, you were fine.

Anyway.  That drive on the LA freeway.  The midwife & one of her assistants made a huge fuss about how small you were and they got me all worked up and worried about it.  I’m kind of annoyed at that.  I’m kind of annoyed at some people’s handlings of us back then.  Had you weighed one more pound, no one would have worried much, and I can’t see that one pound makes much of a difference.  Plus, you were small but there was nothing weak & or unhealthy about you.  I’d say you were better off than most babies who weighed more at the get go.  There also seems to be a lot of “small babies” on both our sides of the family, so perhaps it just runs in the family and they should have stopped getting on my case about “how I ate while pregnant” after the fact.  (I did not eat a lot, because I, strangely, had no appetite.  But I tried to make it count, what I ate, plus I drank lots of raw milk & used lots of butter… plenty of fatty things.  Including me! hahahaha  I gained a lot, but little of it seemed to go to you.  So.  In hindsight, I’d have snapped at them to get off my case.)  Which is also why I feel a little smug, now, because you are above average in everything.  Including personality.

You don’t feel so fragile anymore – though, you never were, really.  WE were the ones that were fragile.

You have a slightly nerve-wracking habit of liking to pull a blanket over your face to fall asleep.  Sometimes it’s the ONLY way you’ll fall asleep.  It’s fine during the afternoon when I let you fall asleep, then immediately move the blanket off your face.  But often at night, I feel a need to keep checking or have to be yanking it off your face throughout the morning.  This is a habit we need to start breaking.  Though you have a thing about rubbing your face on anything soft.

We’re taking hours of video of you just making faces & blowing spit bubbles, etc.  You have a vast repertoire of noises.  You do have one noise that almost sounds like you’re saying, “Momomomomomomom,” but we’ll see.

YESTERDAY! Your actual 6 month birthday!  I put you in the stroller “like a big boy” for the first time.  I think you were a little dazzled by the new view.

You’re starting to sit up now, and you try REALLY hard to get yourself up to a sitting position while laying down, but you’re not quite there yet.  You’re grabby grabby grabby and I think if I need to make this many adjustments just because of your grabby little hands, dear god… the crawling…

We had our first encounter with a large group of people and I feel like I let you down there.  You were tired & cranky and I absolutely do not support the passing around of babies and the fact that I just stood there and let it happen is… strange.  Very unlike me.  But you can be sure I’ll back you up, at all times, in the future.  If you ever say no to someone and they don’t respect that, you tell them, “Don’t MAKE me call my mom over here.”  I’ll open a can of verbal whoop ass on anyone who doesn’t treat you like the individual that you are.

I think some people are kind of surprised that I’m good at this parenting thing.   My favorite compliment & thing to hear is when people say things about what a strong bond I seem to have with you.  People actually say that to me all the time, and it makes my day.  We like to speculate and make jokes about “he gets this from me, he gets that from you,”  but at the end of the day,  it’s all you.

And if you never learn to like broccoli, I promise not to make you eat it too often.

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the littlest traveler

5-mos-and-hipstamatic-189Felix & I flew aaaaaaall the way across the country last week.  It was 4.5 hours to Philly and was supposed to be 6 hours back, but luckily, was only 5.

I was a little nervous, having to manage him alone.  Luckily, the worst part was getting through security.  And, by the way – HI, AIRPORT SECURITY.  YOU ARE SO NOT HELPFUL.  I was, for once, immensely thankful for the kindness of other mothers.  One woman saw me struggling to hang on to Felix while getting myself strapped back into the infant carrier.  She held him & then did the straps up for me.  Actually – it wasn’t just the women.  In Philly, a man saw me struggling & while he didn’t hold Felix, he did help me with the buckles of the carrier.

Also, on the flight to Philly, I was absolutely stunned at how nice people were.  We boarded first, then everyone who came on and sat around us paused to admire Felix and then tell me “not to worry about us,” that they’d all “been there, done that” and if I needed any help, just ask.

The stewardesses each way, however… What the…?  Grouchy, grumpy, didn’t smile at him once (even though he was perfect) and even got annoyed with me for standing in the aisle with him.

In any case.  On the way to Philly he just grumbled a few times about being tired, but either slept or hung out in my lap just taking it all in.

5-mos-and-hipstamatic-194On the way back to Seattle, he was crying (tired) as we approached the boarding area and I caught all the wary looks.  But wouldn’t you know, he was PERFECT.  He slept about 90% of the way – the flight wasn’t full and I was able to give him his very own seat next to me.  After we landed and everyone stood up to get off, every single person around us made a point of telling me how impressed they were.  The woman in front of me (who I’d noticed trying to find a new seat before we took off) said she thought he was going to scream the whole way.  Another guy said he wished that Felix was the baby that had been on his previous flight.  Another guy said that his wife was going to be flying with their 5 month old and 2 year old son and he hoped that they were as good as Felix.

That’s my boy!

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billy goat gruff

Today was Nugget’s 4 month check up.  Amazing to think that for his next checkup, he’ll be 6 months old.  SIX MONTHS.

He now weighs in at 15.5 pounds and 26 inches.  That’s the 60th and 90th percentile.  I’m happy that he’s just slightly over average in weight, since he’d been born small.  I’m weirdly proud of the fact that he’s TALL.  “Weirdly” because I have nothing to do with it.  I guess that makes me a bonafide parent, proud of every little thing.

He also got his second vaccination today and he DOES NOT LIKE VACCINATIONS.  Screams like a banshee, that one.  During our first visit with this pediatrician, I had a lengthy discussion with her about vaccinations.  I’m strongly against giving them all at once, for starters.  And pretty much against some of them, period.  There’s only a small handful that he’ll be getting, and only one per visit.  He will NOT be getting the MMR vaccination.  This isn’t up for discussion.  Like I said, I’ve learned a thing or two.  I used to think the alternative schedule/anti-vaccination people were crazy.  I also used to think people who did home births were crazy.  Then I learned a thing or two.

So, speaking of “those people,” we’ll be starting yet another thing to make people scratch their heads.  This weekend, we’ll begin giving Felix goat milk, for his primary food source.

This isn’t something I was going to say publicly, because I already got damn near lynched on an online mom group.  Then I decided it was stupid to stay quiet because this is something I believe in, wholeheartedly, and it’s an option that people should know about.

Originally, I had planned to pump exclusively (Felix was never able to latch) for a year.  Then, a couple weeks ago, my supply suddenly dropped and for as much bravado as I had, I was exhausted from the past few months and didn’t have the mental energy to work at getting my supply back up.  I’d hit a wall, as I often did, but this time I just couldn’t get my motivation back.  And then I started to feel resentful and frustrated and decided to stop pumping.  Or at least, stop pumping so often – in theory, I’d like to keep up two session per day and give him one bottle a day, but we’ll see.

However. The reason I’d kept pumping is because I do not like formula.  While I would never judge anyone else for using it, because I feel that it is absolutely a personal choice and everyone has to do what they feel works for them, it does not work for me.  I, myself, do not eat processed foods or chemicals, so I couldn’t justify giving them to my kid.  Let’s face it – no matter how you feel about formula, it IS a processed food and it’s nearly pure chemicals.

I’d been giving him formula, mostly, for the past couple weeks now and every time I’d think, “This isn’t so horrible.  Lots of kids are raised on formula and grow up fine,” then I’d get a whiff of it and feel grossed out and guilty all over again.  I find it disgusting and it doesn’t fit in with my beliefs and lifestyle.

Mind you, I am also a person who refuses to drink pasteurized milk, as I believe raw milk is far superior and yes, even safer than that pasteurized crap.  Don’t believe me?  Or want more information?  Instead of taking up yet more space on that topic, click here to read my rant about raw milk. I drank it all through pregnancy, still drink it, and Chris drinks it, also.  Might I just also add that neither of us has been sick in… oh, a couple years?

So. Today I had another lengthy discussion with our pediatrician about formula and goat milk – which she’d brought up before.  I chose this pediatrician specifically for their natural viewpoints and their stance on vaccinations.  She’s recommended goat milk, in place of formula, to many patients and never had a single problem with it.  I discussed the fact that, unlike before, he wouldn’t just be getting one bottle a day of goat milk, but that it would be about 90% of his diet.

The pros?  Well, to me, the pros are glaringly obvious.  Goat milk is an all natural, safe & healthy substitution. It is NOT as good as breastmilk, of course, but it’s far better than some smelly, scary, non organic chemical concoction that’s sold in cans whose linings have traces of BPA (yes, it’s true – even organic) in them.  Not to mention that whole hexane process. Don’t even get me started.  My pediatrician knows what she’s talking about, as do the many other pediatricians out there who recommend the same thing.  It’s SAFE.  It’s just not mainstream and boy oh boy, my favorite institution, The American Academy of Pediatrics, has scared everyone off of everything that’s natural and not mainstream. (That’s sarcasm, in case you didn’t catch it.  I loathe the AAP.)

And take into consideration that many cultures have given goat milk to their babies since the beginning of time, whenever breastfeeding wasn’t possible.

The cons?  Goat milk has a higher sodium content and can cause renal overload.  CAN.  She said she’s almost never seen this to be a problem – BUT, if we feel better, we can dilute the goat milk with 10% water.   And, quite frankly, I feel better about that than I do about the corn syrup in formula.

Also, goat milk does not have enough Vitamin D or folic acid.  The answer to that is to give him one drop per day of a liquid supplement.  Bear in mind, in this day and age, most ADULTS don’t get enough Vitamin D and many breastfeeding mothers are being told to give their babies vitamin D supplements ANYWAY, for this reason.  Personally, I drink raw milk & take icelandic fermented cod liver oil supplements every day.  That’s just about all the vitamin D we need right there.  (RAW MILK, people.  The vitamin D content is FAR higher than in pasteurized milk.  Pasteurization destroys most of it and it, along with Vitamin A, have to be injected back into the milk afterwards.)

So that’s that.  This weekend I plan on going to scope out a farm that sells raw goat milk.  Know your source.  Honestly, at this point, if you drink pasteurized anything, I don’t see the point in drinking it at all.

I realize that this is not a popular opinion, simply because it isn’t mainstream.  I’m sick of people taking the stance that everything the American Academy of Pediatrics says is gospel.  Or that anything your doctor says is gospel.  There are many viable, safe & healthy alternatives out there that are, in my opinion, far safer and healthier than what AAP recommends.

Chris and I haven’t been sick in a LONG time.  My kid isn’t just healthy, he’s thriving.  So I must be doing something right.  Once he begins eating solids, he’ll be eating foods that I puree myself, bought from farmer’s markets & Pike’s Place and Whole Foods.  That’s what I believe in.

The decision to give him goat milk is not one that I made lightly.  I’ve given it a lot of thought, researched it, talked to other people who’ve done the same, and asked a lot of questions of my pediatrician.  I’m not the kind of mom who just blindly follows what everyone is told, or who takes the easy way out of anything.  I’m also not the kind to be swayed or shaken by people who argue with me and tell me I’m crazy or don’t know what I’m talking about.

However.  My point.  If there’s anyone else out there who finds themselves in the position of having to supplement with formula and isn’t happy about it, there are options.  Drop me a line and I’ll seriously help you find a pediatrician who will guide you and support you in such things – or at least give you enough information to feel confident in making an informed decision.

It’s really ok to challenge the status quo.

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we like it raw

I decided to copy my info about “raw” (unpasteurized) milk here, because I’ve turned into die hard evangelists when it comes to the stuff and am guessing I’ll be referencing it often in the future. ** Note, this was written while I was pregnant and still living in CA.

I’ll keep posting as I round up the links, but here’s a little bit of info to get started.

I should also add – raw milk isn’t cheap.  I was thrilled when I bought the milk at the farm out in Pennsylvania, because it was only $3.50 for a half gallon.  Out here in California, you’ll pay upwards of $5, sometimes $6. In Seattle, it’s just slightly cheaper.

At that price, I originally decided we can’t afford to be drinking it all the time.  Well, not “afford” – we can totally afford that.  I just decided it was too expensive.  Momentary lapse in judgment.  It’s worth it.

I’ve also stopped fussing about how much more expensive all the good, local stuff is since becoming more involved & learning about farming – small farmers are taxed heavily, sometimes fined for no damn reason, and watched like hawks by the FDA & government.  (Though… yeah, all the bad food – the ecoli, the recalls, the mad cow, has all come from LARGE, INDUSTRIAL FARMS.  Not small ones.  Again, another topic I could rant about for hours.)

Now, I’m terrible at remembering details and such, which is why it’s easier for me to just point you towards some information.  But, in a nutshell, pasteurization destroys most of what’s good in milk.  (Don’t even get me started on this low fat/skim bullshit – it has to be whole or it’s pointless to drink it at all.  All that lovely fat in milk is part of what helps your body absorb the calcium.  I can point you towards tons of information about that, and why fat isn’t bad and does not MAKE you fat, as well.)

So.  Natural, whole, unpasteurized, straight from the cow milk is one of the most nutritionally complete, healthiest things you can drink.  In the book Real Food: What to Eat and Why, Planck talks a lot about the building blocks of milk & all it’s many components.  Compare to human breast milk, which is the most perfect & nutritionally complete food you can give to babies.  There is formula out there, indeed, but they have yet to be able to completely rebuild & make a complete source of nutrition that matches breast milk.

If you’re vegan, you may say something about how we’re the only creature that drinks the milk of other species… blah blah blah.  Yeah, I guess we are.  But clearly I’m not going to convince you to drink raw milk if you won’t even drink milk, so just stop reading right now, ok?

Part of all that nutrition in milk is it’s astounding immunity-building properties.  Far from being dangerous, as the conventional medical community would have you believe – raw milk is actually a WONDERFUL thing for pregnant women to drink, because not only does it build your own immunity, but you pass that on to baby AND it’s also been shown to help strengthen & prepare your body (uterus) for birth.

Now, even if you drink whole PASTEURIZED milk, the fact is that pasteurization simply kills & lessens most of what’s in milk.  Vitamin D has to injected back into the milk after it’s pasteurized (look at the labels, sometimes you’ll see something like, “with Vitamin D” on the carton – now, why would they have to tell you that?  Wouldn’t you normally assume your milk has Vitamin D?  Nope.)  There’s also evidence to suggest that synthetic vitamins like that are toxic in large doses, as well.

On large, industrial farms, the cows are forced to go against nature, giving milk far more than they normally would.  With or without the hormones, this isn’t good.  This often causes mastitis, a painful, gross condition that causes their udders to produce pus, which gets into your milk.  “Luckily,” pasteurization gets rid of those germs, but I, for one, would rather have milk that pus was not removed from.

If you look at government Agriculture websites, they’ll tell you that it’s a myth that pasteurization causes lactose intolerance.  However, my friend Jeanine has always been lactose intolerant.  Since she started drinking raw milk – no problems.  She makes her own yogurt & ice cream and eats as much as she wants without getting sick.  (Pasteurization destroys milk at a cellular level, exploding enzymes and releasing them – the very ones which cause intolerance.)    I’ve read about quite a few people experience this – their lactose intolerance magically disappears when drinking raw.

You may have also sometimes seen the label “ultra pasteurized” – avoid that like the plague.  It is what it sounds like, super pasteurization, and it ruins your milk even more so than regular pasteurization.

Then there’s homogenization.  I suppose homogenization itself isn’t so horrible, but I like my creamy goodness.  Homogenization forces milk through micro-fine mesh, forcing all the molecules to blend together for one uniform consistency in your dairy products.  Milk that is NOT homogenized will have that lovely cream that rises to the top.  I love that cream.  It sticks to the cap of my raw milk bottles and I lick it off every time.

Taste?  Fabulous.  I was never a big milk drinker, but since drinking raw milk, I happily chug a big glass of it every day.  It’s wonderful on cereal, my mom loved it in her chai tea.  My Dad commented that it tasted like it had substance.  And mom even said that it didn’t leave that disgusting film in your mouth like pasteurized milk does.  It is DELICIOUS.

Now.  Let’s talk about safety.  “But unpasteurized milk is dangerous!  You’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be drinking it!”

No.  Pasteurized milk is perfectly safe – even more so – so long as, with any food, you get it from a reputable farm.  Just like sushi.  Would you buy sushi that’s been sitting out from some skeevy looking guy on a dirty street?  No.  Would you buy unwrapped cookies from some woman sneezing into her hands & wiping her nose as she hands you said cookies?  No.  There are many farms out there that are certified to sell raw milk – I had the pleasure of going to that one in Pennsylvania and said hello to the Jersey cow (the best ones for raw milk) that produced it.  While the farmer poured the milk into jugs for me, she cut off a piece of mozzarella cheese that they’d just finished making the night before.  AND offered me some fresh goat cheese with basil and sea salt.  Out in CA, I can either drive out to Glendale every Saturday, where a Organic Pastures comes out with a truck load of raw milk, raw cheddar cheese, and raw butter.  I hear tell there’s a guy who sells it at the Market on 3rd Street Promenade, on Wednesdays – I’ve yet to check him out because I don’t like getting up early or fighting crowds, unfortunately.  So usually, for convenience sake, I pick up glass bottles of it from Whole Foods – from a Claravale Farms.

As you can see on Claravale’s website:

It’s high quality, Jersey milk. Claravale Farm milk comes from Jersey cows. This breed is world renowned for the quality of its milk, which contains higher concentrations of proteins, solids, butterfat, and beta-caroteen than other breeds. Milk sold in supermarkets comes mostly from Holsteins, which produce larger quantities of more watery milk. Due to their breeding, Holstein milk also contains higher levels of Bovine Growth Hormone than Jersey milk.

I’ve read A LOT about milk lately, and it’s true – Jersey cows are the best.  I’ve tasted the difference, as well.  My mom’s been teasing me lately that she could see me winding up working on a farm, or having us buy an old farmhouse with me going out to milk cows while Mr Nikki goes off to work.  I’m kinda in love with Jersey cows.  Are you kidding?  I’d LOVE to have one in my back yard.

The Claravale milk is quite good and I drink it every day.  Admittedly, though, there’s just something less thrilling about getting my milk from a grocery store, versus the farm itself.  But, can’t be helped.  Though their milk comes in these wonderful glass bottles, which I keep & wash after the milk is gone & I have row upon row of them in my kitchen, for storing beans, rice, pasta, etc.

Now, as I was saying – safety.  There have been more illnesses & recalls on pasteurized milk than ever on raw milk.  Pasteurization is a holdover from the dark ages.  People were getting sick from milk – and many other foods – due to extremely poor conditions everywhere.  Dirty farms, plague, sickly cows.  So they started pasteurizing the milk and people stopped getting sick from it.

Farming conditions have changed today.  Vastly.  If you know anything about real farmers & whole foods, you’ll know that those people take what they do very seriously.  They love what they do.  They love the foods they produce.  The farms are clean, their cows healthier (far more so than the cows on industrial farms kept standing in their own waste & dripping pus into your milk as they’re forced to produce milk 24/7.)

I drank raw milk throughout my pregnancy and I’m FINE.  Better than fine.  I also intend to raise Nugget on raw milk – it is SO GOOD for children.  It helps build their little immune systems as well as giving them so much more nutrition than any of the pasteurized stuff you could give them.  (And never, ever, ever give your children skim or low fat milk.)  There’s also been a LOT of evidence and many testimonials from people who’ve eased or erased their digestion problems, allergies, and gluten allergies after drinking raw milk.

Raw milk is also in serious jeopardy.  It’s illegal in 13 states.  There are legislatures constantly cropping up that could make the production of raw milk absolutely impossible.  There’s actually quite a bit of legislature out there that makes zero sense, in regards to organic farms, small farms, etc.

In any case.  That’s a very long post and a bit of information, but a few links and resources to continue on with:

He doesn’t talk about raw milk, per se, however, both of Michael Pollan’s books are fabulous resources in regard to food & what you’re eating.  In particular, In Defense of Food and The Omnivore’s Dilemma. I just finished Real Food: What to Eat and Why by Nina Planck & I’m flabbergasted.  She’s why I want to start cooking with marrow and organ meats.  She talks A LOT about milk – raw & whole, and it’s benefits.

Some links:

A blurb about another article in Forbes Magazine, in which raw milk is listed as one of the healthiest foods on earth.

RawMilk.org – all about this liquid gold

Organic Pastures – a page of information about “Why raw?”

The Complete Patient – all about farming & health, with a lot of info about milk & dairy farms

SaveRawMilk.org – information about the legal battles & how to help save raw milk

Food Renegade article about raw milk

Article about addition of disgusting milk proteins to milk you buy in stores