The Secret to Spoon Feeding

Don’t we all wish there was some magic bullet to learning a new skill?  You know, like one magic exercise that makes our kids sit, or walk, or eat, or…?

Well, my friends- I’m imparting to you evidence of the secret to spoon feeding!

We made waffles for breakfast on Saturday.  Usually, Piper wakes up starving, so we haven’t made a good breakfast on the weekend in quite some time.  This weekend, I decided to go ahead and feed Piper, and figured that she’d get to have some of ours afterward, too.  It worked like a charm; I just withheld some of her Kix (her new favorite cereal) so she wasn’t stuffed. 

Confession?  I LOVE to cook blueberries to have with waffles.  With whipped cream, of course.  So, that’s what we did (because, really- when you crave waffles it’s not about the waffle, it’s about the toppings…).  So I cut some skinny strips from mine to give to Piper.  And then I thought that she’d like to dip her waffles in the whip cream- sounds easy enough, right?

Unfortunately, Piper was using them like a spoon instead of biting off the waffle with each dip of cream.  She’d rather lick it off the waffle instead.   Yummy.  And it made for quite a mess.

So then we got out her silverware (this, by the way, has been a battle- most have handles that are just too big for Piper to be comfortable with- either that, or the bowl part of the spoon is so big it doesn’t fit in her mouth- finally found that the really expensive and fancy Take-n-Toss toddler pack of forks and spoons is pretty darn good…) and let her play.

She LOVED it!  She had so much fun dipping them in the cream, or stabbing the waffle with the fork. 

While the whipped cream was a big hit, it was NOT the magic piece to spoon feeding….

The magic tool?

A great big, giant spoon.

Yup.

It works.

Quite well…

I used to think it was funny to give my brother a big spoon when setting the table for dinner.  It usually came with a remark along the lines of “Big spoon for your big mouth”.

I’m suddenly regretting those days…

Oh So Thankful…

How did we get so blessed?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Puppy Love, Version 2.0

My family has always had Boston Terriers.  I love them.  Apparently the level of desire is genetic.

Mom’s current Boston, Stitch, has provided endless hours of entertainment and laughter from Piper.  It’s a nonstop laugh fest when the two are together.  And if dogs could talk?  I’d put money on Stitch laughing, too.

Making pleasant small talk- you know, to be polite before the more… intimate?…  interpersonal behaviors begin.

The pursuit (although this only shows one version- at least half the time it’s Stitch coming at Piper with a sneak attack)

…and Stitch’s favorite part- sharing snacks.  Piper usually gets in trouble for this, for the record.  Also?  Piper shoves a whole handful in her mouth at once.  But when feeding them to the dog, she makes them eat one at a time. 

…Piper’s very giving.  She even took this puff out of her mouth to share with Stitch.  Such a nice girl.  (And yes, we were ROLLING on the floor after this…)

Stitch approved of the snack.  And left some on Piper’s cheek for later…

Visit with Pat Winders

Yup.

I’m a slacker again.

This time, though, I’m going to blame it on my lack of a working camera.  Which also means that I won the Mother-of-the-Year award for not having a camera on Sunday when we celebrated Thanksgiving with my family…

I also won’t admit that I was blaming Piper for playing with my battery charger and hiding it somewhere.  Only to find it in the back of our van in a sack of stuff.  Whoops.

Anyway, I guess there hasn’t really been anything BIG going on, and it’s been wonderfully, amazingly, quiet and, well, BORING.  And it’s been wonderful!

Today we went back to see Pat Winders, the Ds PT guru.  We saw her back in June, and because I had a lot of questions about what some of the “games” she has in her book are supposed to look like, I tried getting an appointment about a month ago.  I didn’t figure we’d get in any time soon (last time it took three months), but figured maybe by Christmas time we’d be able to see her.  They said she was booked until January, and they didn’t have a schedule for her up yet.  I was a little bummed, but that’s what happens when you want to see ONE person.  About two weeks ago, I got a call from the clinic saying that Pat had opened up a window for us to come in so that we didn’t have to wait.  Can you believe it?  So we got in today!  I was super excited.

I learned a lot today, which really makes me happy.  We learned to run with her as fast as her legs will pretend to take her to get her stride more regulated (she takes a little bit longer steps with one foot than the other).  She LOVED the idea of the walker, which also was a little relieving (you know that feeling when you hate to have someone rain on your parade when you find something you think is working???).  She was really happy that Piper looked so good standing and transitioning between skills.  Everything she’s doing, she’s doing correctly.  Woohoo!

Did you know that you sometimes have to teach our kids to waddle?  Seriously.  I had no idea.  One of our new exercises is to support her in front of our calves, support one arm, and walk, getting her to go back-and-forth, left and right.  This, in and of itself, may help give her the stability and ability to walk independently.  Go figure.

We’re also supposed to practice the lunging steps up higher, like shoulder-height, instead of waist height, where we’ve been practicing.  It keeps her balance UP instead of her reaching forward.  Another of those “duh” moments on my part. 

We’re all fairly convinced that she’s going to learn to walk before she learns to stand independently, but I also learned how to support her in learning to get into standing.  It worked!  Yeah!

I wanted her to look at her ankles (to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t sure what pronation really looks like, and there’s been some question with our PT about her ability to pronate) and get an idea if AFOs are in our future, or if it would help her where she is.  She has NO qualms about her posture, and does NOT think that she needs them.  Woohoo!  Of course, once she starts walking exclusively, we’ll take another look to be sure, but things look really good now.  We also talked about shoes- she’s definitely in the world of no shoes if your at home, and ultra soft shoes when your not.  I hate the debate of supportive shoes vs. natural movement, but knowing that she’s not pronating, I think we’re going with the natural approach.  This is my favorite pair that we have right now because of the nonslip grip, but completely soft sole- too bad I don’t like any of the current styles.

The best news of the whole day?  We should have a walker in the first part of the year.  WOOOHOOO!!!

After therapy, Piper took her walker for a cruise in the lobby on the pretty floor.  How cute is she???

 

Took Piper to Chipotle afterward.  They, by the way, have the world’s best kid’s meal- for less than $3, you get a quesadilla, a serving of rice and beans, a bag of chips which is perfect for ME, AND an organic milk.  Piper finished ALL of her food.  The kid was bushed!

Upgrades

Piper decided that her red-with-regular-tennis-balls walker was just too, well, regular for her tastes and asked for an upgrade.  What’s a mom supposed to do?

Appease her, of course!

I found pink tennis balls (I’m not against cutting up breast cancer balls, apparently) and hung pink and white tassels from the handles. 

Just when I thought she couldn’t get any cuter…

 

She walked the entire perimeter of Costco last night.  Literally.  The whole way around the store.  The kid can cover some serious distance.  She’s starting to get a lot better at steering (her problem is that she leans the direction she wants to go, which makes it go the opposite direction), if she’s paying enough attention.  And she’s still laughing the entire time she’s walking, which just cracks me up. 

Not that that’s saying a whole lot- the kid spends most of her waking hours keeping me in stitches.  She’s good to me that way.

What do you do…

When your kid is screaming at you for dinner, but it’s still a half hour away from being cooked?

Is it sad that banging pans grated on my nerves LESS than her yelling at me?  Hey.  Whatever works. 

And never mind the one-sock-and-one-leg-warmer look- Piper picked it out…

City Girl turned Tractor Driver

We got to go to White Fence Farm with Luke’s family last weekend.  It’s a fried chicken place that’s really good.  I was really hoping that Piper would enjoy all the farm animals that you can pet there, but the wooden fences made it too hard for her to see.  And then the cow sucked on her finger a little bit, which sent her over the edge (only to keep wanting me to go back after I picked her up, where, after he sixth or seventh time, the cow proceed to eat my skirt, but we won’t go into that…), so the animals were a little bit of a bust.

But she enjoyed the food- she ate, literally, half of the giant chicken breast I had, tons of the bean salad and cottage cheese…  But her most favorite was the fired corn fritters that are rolled in powdered sugar.  As an appetizer, of course.  I swear she ate almost as much as I did that day.  How she maintains her slow-and-steady growth rate, and wear her 3-month dresses, I’m not quite sure.

Anyway, before we left, she was really interested in the John Deere outside.  So, of course, we let her “drive”. 

You can’t hear her, but I’m pretty sure she was saying “whoa.”

Yeeeah!

Ooo!  What’s that?

“I think I’d like to touch that”--(and thus ended the photo opportunity- I didn’t figure the restaurant would approve of headlines in the news along the lines of “Toddler strangles on steering wheel”)