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Wordless Wednesday: Rubber ducky, you’re the one

Noah ducky 3

Noah ducky 2

Noah with ducky


Linking up with BabyBabyLemon for Wordless Wednesday!



And then there was that night he used the toilet for the first time …

Ever since Noah had the diaper-rash-from-hell-that-refused-to-go-away, Bobby and I have been in the practice of giving him a little “naked time,” most nights. Basically he crawls around without a diaper on for a few minutes, and we laugh at home funny he looks pulling up on various pieces of furniture while bare-bottomed.

But this. This had never happened.

I was waiting for Bobby to run Noah’s bath and decided to go ahead and take off his clothes and diaper. I set him on the floor and turned back toward the changing table for a moment, I guess to gather up his dirty clothes from the day to toss into the laundry hamper.

And then I heard the tell-tale grunting.

“No. No, no, no. Oh, shit.” I looked at him. I looked desperately back at the changing table. I looked at him.

And I did the only thing that came to mind that could possibly keep us from getting poop all over the rug in his nursery. I picked him up, ran to the bathroom and held him over the toilet.

Not particularly graceful, but it was effective.

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Who needs toys anyway?!

(His Granny swore he wouldn’t be able to get the clip off that half-full chip bag. We see how that turned out. It was hilarious!)

The Noah update

A common occurrence: Noah is reaching for my phone.

I was trying to think of blog topics for this week and realized it’s actually been quite a while since I posted an update just about Noah.

Honestly, the kid is amazing. He’s closing in on 8 months old, and he is sweet, adorable and, most importantly, happy.

Developmentally, he seems to be right on track. He’s crawling (mostly an army crawl but occasionally on hands and knees) and pulling up on things. We’ve already had to lower his crib once and are about to have to lower it all the way. He makes lots of sounds, both consonants and vowels, and loves to jabber.

He has started recognizing his own name, and he plays little games. One of his favorite things to do is smack his lips. We smack ours back, and he smacks again. Sometimes Bobby or I can initiate this game. He also loves to do what I call the “Indian noise” (yes, I know that’s probably not a good thing to call it, but I can’t think of anything else); he makes a noise while one of us pats his mouth with our hand.

Art from Noah's day care

As far as size, he hasn’t been measured since his six-month well baby visit to Dr. B, but he’s definitely still growing. He’s started to slim down some since he started crawling more, but he also seems to be getting taller. We are going to need to buy a new car seat for him soon!

He’s getting more and more hair, and he now has two teeth. He really enjoys eating solids, and his favorites are probably still carrots and green beans. Lately I’ve tried making some purees for him, and they’ve gotten mixed reviews from Noah. The best seems to be the banana-yogurt mixture, but he hates pureed carrots that I make. I’ve tried adding a little butter and salt, and that seems to help.

We’ve also been giving Noah more table foods since he shows a lot of interest and LOVES sitting at the table with us while we eat. We had Thanksgiving dinner with friends on Sunday, and Noah got to try butternut squash soup, mashed potatoes, green beans and a few tiny bites of turkey. He ate it up. I’d say the mashed potatoes and turkey were his favorites.

Foot turkey!

Noah also really seems to be thriving in his day care. He loves being around all the other kids, and he (thankfully) hasn’t hit a clingy stage where he doesn’t want us to leave him there. I really hope we won’t have to deal with that at all! I think being around the other kids (and being one of the younger kids in his class) actually helps him developmentally, too.

So that’s sort of where Noah is right now. He’s really at a fun age and a lot of fun to be around. I won’t be surprised if he’s walking within the next two months. It’s so weird how fast time is going and how fast he’s growing, so Bobby and I are trying to soak it all in and enjoy every moment!

SOC Sunday: The joy of being a mom


OK, you’ll have to forgive me if this week’s SOC Sunday post is borderline nonsensical. Noah got us up around 6:30 this morning, and we’ve been going nonstop since. It’s been a great day, though, and now that my post is done, I’m headed to bed!


I put some thought into what I wanted to write about tonight, and honestly I’m so tired that I sat here for probably longer than I’ll write trying to come up with something.

I think what I want to talk about is what being a mom is like. It’s so hard to explain to someone who has never been here, and even for those of us who have, I guess it’s probably different for everyone.

I guess the biggest thing that I’ve found is that there’s so much more room for love in my heart than I ever realized. And it’s a different kind of love than I’ve ever experienced … or at least a different kind than I’ve ever given. I never really expected to look kindly on someone who basically spit up on me, puked on me, made me change poopie diapers and cried every time he got hungry, but the kid is so darn cute.

And mostly he’s mine. I carried him for nine months. And he looks at me and smiles that sweet smile as if to say that he knows I’m his, too, and it melts my heart. I’m seriously tearing up now just thinking about it. I’m his people, and he’s my people, and we both know it, even if he is just 7.5 months old.

Bobby and I constantly discuss how we are so incredibly fortunate, and it’s really true. He’s a good kid. And I’m learning how to be a good mom. It’s taking a lot of trial and error — particularly when it comes to making food the child will actually eat. Sometimes I get frustrated (like today when he insisted on smearing the carrot-yogurt-banana mixture I made him all over his face and high chair).

But despite the frustrations that come with being a mom, I love him more than I ever thought possible, and I’m so happy to have him.


This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
  • Link up your post at All Things Fadra.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

The sleep stuff that worked for us

I may write more about this sometime, but I’ve just been thinking lately about how fortunate we are to have a baby who sleeps so incredibly well.

Noah typically sleeps from about 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. every night. Every once in a while he’ll wake in the middle of the night, but it’s pretty rare. He’s a fantastic sleeper, and he has been probably since he was about 8 weeks old.

When we first got home with him, like most babies, he had his days and nights pretty mixed up. A few weeks in, and Bobby and I were sleep-deprived and desperate. I read a couple of books (Happiest Baby on the Block and The Baby Whisperer Solves All Your Problems) and started trying to implement the suggestions from them.

I can’t imagine what idiots we must have looked like struggling to swaddle our baby, shushing, bouncing, swaying, standing on one leg with one eye closed (OK, maybe those last two are an exaggeration). We stopped feeding him right before we put him down for the night, established a nighttime routine and began laying him down when he was still awake.

It wasn’t perfect overnight — and it still isn’t. But it’s good.

These days our nighttime routine is fairly easy. We get home from day care/work and Bobby, Noah and I spend some time together. Noah gets a bottle and some solids, then a bath, a change of clothes, and then either Bobby or I will sit in his nursery with him with the lights off for a few minutes.

When Bobby puts him to bed, he usually sings to Noah, rocks him, pats his butt. When I put him down, I usually just sit quietly with him for a few minutes, cuddle him and kiss him, tell him I love him, tell him it’s time for bed, then put him down and leave the room. And it works.

For those times when Noah does wake up, we let him try to work it out for himself, and he typically does. We will allow him to “cry it out” for short periods (typically not more than about 10 minutes) before we go in to soothe him. We also do not give him food in the middle of the night. If he escalates to the point he needs a bottle, we will give him water or Pedialite.

I know these types of things don’t work for all kids. It might not even work for the next child we (eventually) have. But the best thing we learned with Noah was to basically fake it until we made it and keep trying different combinations of advice until we found what worked for us.

So, if any parents dying for a little quality sleep read this, just know that there is hope. Keep plugging away at getting your kiddo sleeping well, and find the things that work for your family. Good luck!

SOC Sunday: On the J&J debacle


After taking a hiatus for a few weeks, I’m back in the game of Stream of Consciousness Sunday, hosted by All Things Fadra.

I decided to narrow my focus to a specific topic I felt strongly about this time, and I think the result was much less scattered than my last attempt at doing this. I’m ranting a bit about the recent goings-on with Johnson & Johnson baby products. Feel free to weigh in with your thoughts!


I’ve been using Johnson & Johnson products for Noah since he was born, and I’m PISSED.

Pissed might be an understatement. This company that is supposedly one of the most trusted brands in America has been allowing carcinogens into some of its baby products.

Baby bath Johnson & Johnson

Bath time at the Mathews household

Yeah, carcinogens. As in cancer-causing agents. As in, why don’t I just let my 7-month-old light up a cigarette and get it over with?

Maybe that’s an extreme analogy, but what J&J has done here is pretty unfair. I never suspected I would need to analyze and agonize over a decision on what to use to wash my baby’s hair, but apparently that’s what I should have done. Now I have a shelf half-full of J&J shampoos and body washes in my bathroom closet that I’ll never use.

The worst part about this is that the company knew its products had these ingredients in them but didn’t change it. Big mistake in my opinion. I have quite a few J&J items that are not affected by this (and it’s not even a recall, which is what I almost typed), but I plan not to use any of them.

My family has used Johnson & Johnson baby products for years, but I’m about to break that tradition. As a friend of mine pointed out earlier today, “It’s the baby-smell brand!”

Well, I guess my baby can just smell like something else. I will be shelling out a little more money to get something natural that won’t potentially endanger my kid needlessly.

Shame on you, Johnson & Johnson, for betraying the trust of an American public that apparently trusted you.


This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
  • Link up your post at http://www.allthingsfadra.com.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.