Have you ever felt like “This is too good to be true”? Normally if things seem that way, they turn out to be that way, too. So now that I’ve found a child care center that sounds like “too good to be true”, does it mean that I’m incredibly lucky or does it mean that I’m clueless and just don’t see things as they really are?

You might have noticed an unusually long pause between my posts. This week I found out that when Eric gets really sick, I stop being a blogger and become just a mom with a primary goal to make it better for my little boy. Nothing else matters.

7 things new dads do better than moms

Hey, you’re new! I love new people, welcome. You may want to subscribe to Baby-Log via RSS feed or via email. Thanks for visiting!Dear moms, if you are already irritated by the heading, please stop reading now, you are not going to like the rest of this post. This time I decided to shift the […]

Normally I don’t give it much thought: Eric is not allowed to have candy or chocolate until he’s at least 3 years old, period. All the Chupa-Chups that storekeepers are trying to bribe him with end up in the bin. We don’t buy candy and don’t eat chocolate in front of Eric – no curiosity, […]

Dads: parenting or babysitting?

My friend had a fight with her husband. She asked him to take over their child while she attends to other business and then overheard him on the phone refusing an invitation to go out “because he has to babysit”. She was furious and screamed at him: “You can’t say babysitting about your own child, it’s not a chore, it’s called parenting!”

Finally: my kid warms up to the grandparents

As promised in the previous post about distant grandparents, the story continues. It has been two weeks since Nana and Pop arrived and Eric has accepted them as if they’ve always lived with us (well, almost).

My mom and dad live overseas and can rarely visit (not even once a year). Last time my mother saw her grandchild he was 3 months old (he is 16 months now), and my dad has never met his at all. Finally they have arrived to spend some time with us and help out with my son.

Free babysitters, a dream come true, right? OK, reality check – I have known them all my life, but they are total strangers to my son.

How do I stop hosing down his high chair covered with food?
I teach him not to use his hands when eating soup or porridge. We have this agreement where I help him to get a spoon full of soup from the bowl safely to his mouth. To be perfectly honest, it doesn’t always work and sometimes he fights my attempts to help. Then I leave him to try, but follow the dripping spoon with a bowl, holding it right under, so that the food would fall back in.

When your baby starts trying to feed himself, you quickly realize how easy, even boring, you life was before. No fighting over the spoon, no washing food off the walls and the floor 5 times a day, no bathing the baby after every meal. No hosing down his covered with porridge high chair, no washing sticky fingerprints of your clothes, no undressing in the kitchen because he just spilled a glass of milk on you, no finding pieces of toast 5 meters away from the table. It turns out that you were missing on a lot of fun before this self-feeding thing began.

Everything happens too fast. It seems like only yesterday we were taking our little treasure home from the hospital, and now he looks like a preschooler. I know, I know, he’s only 15 months, but somehow he looks so much older. And he seems to be well-developed for his age – eating on his own, drinking from a cup, trying to talk and in general understanding everything we tell him.

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