Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Baby Food Wars

RANT ALERT. If you wish, you can simply scroll to the bottom to see the pictures of my cute little boy. If you wish to read the rant: I am not a conspiracy theorist. I do not believe Gerber is trying to take over the world. I do think they have seen a market opening and taken it, in a rather brilliant way.

In order for me to be able to quit working and stay home with TJ, we had to make some pretty major cost cuts and hold to a strict budget. So it stands to reason that TJ is on a budget, too. To this end, I have been making all of his baby food; baby food can be prepared at home for anywhere to 3-10 cents per ounce, whereas commercially prepared baby food is anywhere from 28-45 cents per ounce, depending upon brand names, organic, etc, etc. When I first started out on this venture a couple months ago, I was pretty nervous and intimidated. A trip to the library furnished me with all sorts of useful books, and I ground my first batch of baby cereal. I wanted to be very careful about how I made the food, what I used, etc, and so read quite alot. And the more I read, sometimes the more confused I became. One author, a PhD, advocates kiwi as the perfect first food for babies, safe starting at 4 months. Whilst another, a nutritionist, says kiwi is not suitable until at least 9 months of age (by the time I read the later, TJ had already eaten at least 3 kiwis). Introduce egg yolk at 7 months, says one. No, no, not until 10 months, says another. Almost every book had major disagreements from another, and they were all written by educated people. So then I started reading about infant physiology and nutritional needs. Interestingly, the enzymes in an infant's digestive tract are almost identical to an adults by six months of age. So all these bizarre food rules about what to feed a baby and when are driven by... what? The fear of allergies I understand. However, later introduction of a certain food does not lessen the risk of allergies; it DOES ensure an older baby with a larger (read: safer) airway, should an allergic attack occur; all wise things to be aware of if food allergies run in your family, or you suspect allergies or sensitivities in your child. So, since starting at about six months a baby's digestive tract can safely pass almost exactly what an adults' can, the real question should be more along the lines of what foods will supply a baby with the nutritional to meet his needs, not what foods are "safe" (with a few exceptions; there are foods which are more prone to carry infections, which an adults' immune system can more safely handle, and these should be avoided).
So with all this reading and thinking about food and infant feeding lately, I've been pretty aware of food relationships in general: The Kid's Menu at restaurants. Ads for bottled baby food, NOW available with DHA. And the kicker: Gerber has just launched a new line of toddler foods, which are, in essence, TV dinners for 4-year-olds. Their tag-line was something along the lines of "with Gerber, you'll only have to prepare ONE meal (for the adults); Gerber's got you covered with frozen macaroni and cheese for the kids and baby food for the infants". I'm impressed with their marketing. Really, I am. It's brilliant. And I do think Gerber is a fine company. I'm not out to decry their product. But I'm also saddened by the food-relationship babies begin developing in infancy: we feed them highly-processed, highly-refined, fortified, commercial foods their entire infancy. So mom is already used to feeding the baby something different from what the rest of the family is eating. As they get older, the graduate to... Gerber Graduates food. Again, highly-processed, highly-refined commercial foods. In essence, a diet of white bread. Is it any wonder that we have created the culture of the Kid's Menu, where children eat something different from their parents every night? Of course the things on our plate are foreign and unpalatable to them! Of course they want macaroni and cheese, or PB&J for every meal; these are processed, refined commercial foods. It's what they are familiar with, what tastes good to them. It also leads to childhood obesity. The old adage, you are what you eat? A little too true.
So although I began making TJ's babyfood from an economic and environmental standpoint, I'll continue for other reasons as well: it's healthier. It's greener. It's WAY cheaper. it's simple: he eats alot of what I eat. It's SUPER easy, now that the intimidation is gone. No special equipment needed; you DO NOT need the Beaba BabyCook babyfood maker--but Williams and Sonoma will glady sell you one for $150, which you'll then need to keep mineral-free by purchasing only the highest-quality bottled water (never mind that tap water is actually more regulated than bottled water), which Dean and Deluca will gladly sell you. Parenting can cost as much--or as little--as the consumer allows it to cost. Okay, so the excessive consumerism rant is a whole different one, and I'll try to contain myself to one rant at a time.
As TJ gets older and even MORE opinionated, he may throw temper tantrums over eating what we're eating. But for now, while I am in exclusive control of his diet, he's going to eat as much whole, unprocessed, unrefined, local and organic food as possible.
There's a pervasive myth that "it's more expensive to be green". And yet the greenest things I do are primarily driven by the need to cut costs: decrease the power bill by line drying/hang drying as much laundry as possible, cloth diaper, cook for my family, and buy locally. Ah, the irony of it all.

Now, please allow me to sweeten my rant with a few pictures of my beautiful, happy little boy:

TJ's crawling gets better and better every day. He is a super early crawler, becoming mobile before he was 7 months old. Now he's working on standing up holding onto the couch. The standing periods are pretty brief, and I haven't been able to get a picture of one yet, but here he is on his knees, having just stood and fallen back down.

Chasqui has been a bit neglected ever since TJ was born. We recently took him to the dog park to play with his nearly-forgotten doggy-friends. I think TJ had the best time of all. TJ LOVES the dog, so what could be better than a whole park, clear full of dogs? He was so happy that day:

I think Rob was pretty happy, too. Rob loves the dog park, also. What is it with boys and their dogs?

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Eye of the Tiger

I have a brother named Matthew, who is only slightly younger than I. Growing up, we got into all sorts of mischief. Mom always said, "what one mind couldn't think of, the other would". I remember pouring small puddles of dad's aftershave onto the bathroom counter top and lighting it on fire, blowing bubbles in the bathtub, mixing motor oil into mud, and all other sorts of naughtiness. As Matt got older, he turned into more and more of a tease and a tormentor. His favorite game became Eye of the Tiger. Eye of the Tiger was a constant running contest to assess who was the toughest of the contestants. We did the dumbest things to prove our "toughness". Whoever wimped out first was the loser:
  • Laying the iron on bare skin, then turning it on
  • holding our hands out the windows while driving in a blizzard
  • who could run the most laps around the outside of the house barefoot in the winter (keep in mind that I grew up in Idaho)
  • laying on the unheated concrete of our unfinished basement
  • holding the 50lb bag of rock salt

Virtually anything painful or miserable was bound to become a contest, with Matt yelling "eye of the tiger, eye of the tiger" at us if we even thought about giving up. Family hikes usually featured Matthew devising some new torment to prod the slow ones along, bellowing "eye of the tiger, eye of the tiger" all along the trail.

As I've gotten older, I've developed more and more of an interest in endurance sports, particularly distance running. Maintaining an aggressive running schedule has been a real challenge with a baby. I am so grateful for a good jogging stroller, but still spend all week looking forward to Saturday, the one day I get to leave TJ with Rob and run free. The Saturday run has come to mean so much, that I am willing to run in some pretty wild conditions in order to meet my mileage for the week. Yesterday was one such day. We awoke to pouring rain. I waited and waited, hoping it would let up. It never did, and I finally decided to stop waiting and just go for it. It was by far the worst I've ever run in. I was soaked through before I'd run a quarter of a mile, and when I got home, I had to stand over the sink wringing water out of clothing.

But all along the run, I kept thinking, "Eye of the tiger. Eye of the tiger." Matt would have been proud.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Catching Up


Lately life runs in a series of bursts and lulls. There are the daily bursts, between naps, when I have 5 things to get done and the time for 3; then there are the napping lulls, where, again, I run around trying to get everything done.
Mostly we're just busy making lots and lots of decisions:
What car to buy? (Honda CR-V; we love it)
When to buy a house? June, we hope.
When to move? Uhm, still working on that exact date.
What to do with Rob's time off?
What vacuum should I buy?
Should I get my tonsils out? Yes. Yikes!
Can I coordinate running a race (at least a half-marathon, hopefully a full) somewhere in the midst of all this? Not looking likely just because I can't find one on a Saturday that's within a reasonable traveling distance.
So that's a brief sampling of what's been up with us.
TJ is doing so great. I'm not sure when crawling can be "officially" declared; but he is propelling himself forward across the carpet several feet at a time. Is it a crawl? Yes. A little unorthodox? Yes. Does he get where he wants to? Yes. Does he find all the things his mother wishes he wouldn't? Yes. *Sigh*
Okay. Enough talk. Picture time:
I suppose it's never too early to start dismantling the remote:
And the weather has been lovely, so we've been playing outside alot lately. TJ is fascinated with the different textures of the earth; grass, leaves, dirt, gravel... He rubs his feet and legs in it and laughs. Grass he rips up by the handful and tries to shove in his mouth.

He keeps trying to take the spoon when I'm feeding him. Sometimes I let him, but he inevitably starts to cry when there's no food forthcoming. So sometimes I just have to give him TWO spoons to hold--that way he can't grab the one I'm using to feed him with.
I love that he's getting so good at independent play... even while I'm sad that he's getting so big so fast...
TJ LOVES the dog. When I take TJ and Chasqui both for a walk--no mean feat, might I add-- TJ LOVES it. He laughs at the dog...
... and laughs...
... and laughs...
Cheese!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

And Thus It Begins

Trouble is coming. BIG trouble. Look what TJ can do:


Sorry the pictures are so blurry, but he rocks back and forth so madly, it's hard to even get a picture. It's taken me all morning long just to get these, even though he must have pushed himself up onto all fours at least 50 times since breakfast. Crawling is imminent.



Yes. He is wearing a Supergirl diaper. Because I figure that it's never too early for him to learn that chicks are tough. And cool.

And he's just so darn proud of himself.
And me? No, I'm not really ready for him to crawl. He's barely 6 months old. He doesn't even have teeth yet. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse? Not that there's anything I can do about it.
I am amazed by him.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

A Good Natured Son

Rob and I have both had spring fever pretty bad. I think we've been feeling cooped-up in general; we're still learning how to function as parents, and still maintain who we are. It's a tricky balance, this business of caring for a little one. We're used to being able to run off to foreign countries on short notice and have fabulous adventures. While trans-Atlantic travel may be on hold for a while, we have been finding other ways to enjoy ourselves. Today we took advantage of the lovely sunshine to load up the baby and the dog and head out to the woods for a walk.
All I could think while wearing TJ in the pack is how much better it felt to carry him this way, versus in-utero. Ugh. I did this same walk several times at the tail-end of my pregnancy. I enjoyed it SO MUCH MORE today (Mom, this is the same little walk/hike we went on when you were here).


TJ enjoyed eating the buckles of the pack, while Rob and I enjoyed the beautiful scenery. Arkansas is such a lovely place in the spring-time.
TJ had to come with me to the last consignment sale I went to (the dog is an unreliable and lousy babysitter; I suspect he would just watch TV and eat rubbish the whole time). He was starting to get a little bit fussy, and I wasn't done shopping yet. There was an aisle of different Exersaucers and walkers for sale next to the rack of baby clothes I was going through. I decided to put TJ in one of the Exersaucers to see if I could buy myself a little extra time... and he loved it so much I ended up buying the Exersaucer! I'm generally not a fan of battery-operated lights-and-obnoxious-sounds baby toys; I have to admit to removing all batteries and blinking lights, and even about half the toys (if you've ever seen one of these things, you know how over-done they are). TJ didn't mind at all. In fact, he is quite enamoured of his new toy. I wondered if it was just the novelty of it all, but we've had it for about 2 weeks, and he still plays in it about an hour every day. Which means time that mom can get things done. Now that was money well spent.

And now: a super-funny clip of how TJ is driving the dog bonkers:

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Sweet Baby TJ is Six Months Old!!!

Sorry about the blogging hiatus. We are back, and just in time to celebrate TJ's half-birthday. I can't hardly believe it's been six months. Everyone told me that he would grow up too fast. There were nights, especially during the 5-week-old colic period, that I feared it would never end. But it has by and large gone far too fast. My cuddly little newborn baby is no longer a cuddly little newborn. He is becoming an independant little person with a big personality and strong opinions. To atone for our long absence from the blog-o-sphere, here is a string what TJ has been up to the past week or two:

Hanging out with Mr. Jig. TJ and Mr. Jig are tight. They go most places together.



Little Tommy getting tummy kisses from Big Tom.
Crackers are TJ's favorite new discovery. The world of food keeps getting more and more fun (and messier).
Notice the intense concentration. This kid studies the world around him with great interest.









So this video is a few weeks old now. TJ's first vegetable was avocado. This was the first time he tried it. Since then, his diet has grown exponentially. He now eats avocado, sweet potato, squash, peas, banana, prunes, oatmeal, applesauce and crackers.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

We Are Sick

It all started two weeks ago when Rob had laryngitis. Then the week after that, I came down with strep throat. Then TJ came down with some bizarre hybrid virus. We are all (I hope) on the mend now, though. Stay tuned.