Tirzah Mae is Eight (Six) Months

As of yesterday, Tirzah Mae is eight months old (corrected to six.)

In some ways she’s exactly at her age-by-birthday. In others, she’s maybe a little behind her age-by-due-date. But she’s growing healthily, normally, well.

Gross Motor Skills:
Tirzah Mae is rolling, rolling, rolling – and she can back on her hands and knees as well. Unfortunately, she hasn’t figured out any way to move forward. So, for now, this means she’ll frequently scoot herself underneath one of the couches so that just her head is peeking out – then she’ll cry for help because… forward, mom!

She’s still not sitting by herself – I’m not sure exactly whether it’s lack of muscle control or simply interest in moving around. She’ll sit for about ten seconds before she topples – except that topple isn’t quite the word for it. She’ll sit for about ten seconds until she lunges for some object a couple feet away.

Fine Motor Skills:
Our girlie has just about got the two finger grasp down. When she gets really quiet on the floor while I’m reading a book, I’ll look up – and, more often then not, she’s delicately picking up a piece of lint between two fingers and placing it in her mouth.

Eating:
I started her on solids around 7 months (5 adjusted) since she was grabbing at our plates and wouldn’t give us any peace at mealtimes unless we fed her (and no, breastfeeding would not do.) She generally has some fruit for lunch (or what I’m eating if I have enough leftovers for two), and eats what we eat in the evening.

I haven’t worried about introducing foods slowly (even though I have routinely encouraged moms to do that in the past – mostly because I had just enough moms come to me after the fact worried that their kids had intolerances and ended up doing elimination diets in an unsound manner – far nicer to add slowly while a baby’s getting good nutrition at the breast than to eliminate things when those are providing the bulk of a child’s nutrition). Anyhow – I haven’t worried about introducing things slowly, have just been giving her what we eat.

So she’s eaten enchiladas, curry, turkey and broccoli over biscuits, Great Grams’ spaghetti, Szechuan chicken, you name it. And she likes it all. (I won’t get too triumphant yet and pronounce this to be because of my expert child feeding practices – but I *will* say that if I’d stopped when she made faces on the first few bites, she’d have a much more limited palate.)

Sleeping:
This continues to be a struggle. Tirzah Mae sleeps “through the night” (meaning a five hour stretch) most nights, but she doesn’t often do more than that. She’s mostly in her crib, but still occasionally ends up in bed with us.

I think teething may be the cause of our most recent nighttime woes – she’ll wake up and want to nurse and then eventually fall asleep at the breast. But as soon as I take her off the breast, she’ll wake up and want back on – she’s not swallowing anything so I know it’s just for comfort. If I refuse her the breast or try the pacifier, she’ll be wide awake and screaming. I took her to bed with me a few nights, but she was on the breast absolutely all night long and I didn’t get any sleep. On the other hand, spending an hour and a half up with her trying to get her to sleep and finally resorting to graduated extinction (which means I don’t sleep for another hour after she goes to sleep because I’m still hearing her scream in my head) isn’t exactly ideal either.

This is a stage, I remind myself. I signed up for this, I tell myself. And it’ll only be another twenty years or so :-)

Teeth:

When are those teeth going to finally pop out? This is the question of the month. She chews on everything, rubs her gums with a fervor I’ve never seen, is fussier than she’s ever been, isn’t sleeping very well again. It’s GOT to be teething (right?) But the teeth remain stubbornly hidden and the teething process seems like it’s lasting forever.

This is a stage, I remind myself. I signed up for this, I tell myself. And it’ll only be another twenty years or so :-)

Social Skills:

Just yesterday at the library, one of the librarians came running (as she usually does) when Tirzah Mae and I walked in. Tirzah Mae took a little while to warm up before she smiled at the librarian. But, after a little bit of playing on the floor while her mama looked at books, she was ready to laugh at everyone she met – a girl near the computers, an older gentleman in the stacks, and the same librarian as we checked out.

It’s tremendous fun, being her mama.


Book Review: The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery

Is The Little Prince a children’s book? It’s the question I’ve been asking myself since reading it for the first time a couple weeks ago. It’s the question I’m still asking myself.

It definitely appears to be a children’s book. It’s short in length, it includes integral illustrations. The main character is a “little” prince, apparently a child, who has a hard time understanding adults. The narrator is an adult, but even he considers other adults to be unperceptive and out of touch with what’s important.

But the book seems deep, way too deep to be a children’s book. It is full of deep thoughts, potential symbols, possible layers of meaning.

So is it a children’s book?

I don’t know, but I’m going to treat it as though it is.

Because The Little Prince seems determined to contradict the idea that big ideas and deep thoughts are the purview of adults. In fact, The Little Prince almost certainly proclaims that adults have got the world all wrong.

The story opens with the narrator telling of, when he was a boy, drawing a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. He showed his drawing to adults but they never understood it, since they saw only a dark outline, not comprehending the elephant within. The narrator explains that “Grownups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.” The narrator started using this drawing as a test of sorts, to see whether people were perceptive or not. Of course, the grownups never were, and so he would bring himself down to the adult’s level, speaking of bridge and golf and politics and neckties.

But after the narrator crashes his plane in the Sahara, he meets a little prince who has the perception to recognize a sheep inside a sketched box. Slowly, the narrator learns the little prince’s story – how he hails from a tiny planet which he carefully tends, how he has traveled through the universe, how he has tamed a fox and been tamed by a rose.

And as we read the little prince’s tale, we learn with him the foolishness of kings pretending to be absolute, of conceited men in their self-admiration, of drunkards drinking to forget their shame, of businessmen so occupied with money that they cannot enjoy life, of workers so busy with work that they never rest, of scholars whose self-importance prevents them from ever actually learning. We learn that everyone and everything is limited in perspective, seeing only what he will and what he can. We learn that relationships are what make life meaningful, that relationships require work. We learn that relationships can cause deep pain, but are also a source of great joy.

We learn, along with the little prince and his new friend, that life does not consist in its outer trappings, in power or position or prestige. Life consists of inner quality, of care for others, of loving and being loved.

And this is why I love this simple and complex little book with its simple and complex little prince.

It is a children’s book, yet not a children’s book – reminding us what really matters.


Rating: 5 stars
Category: Children’s (?) fantasy
Synopsis: A pilot meets a little prince after a crash in the Sahara – and learns great lessons from the little prince’s intergalactic travels.
Recommendation: Absolutely worth reading.

This was Amy’s pick for the Reading to Know Classics Bookclub this month – Check out what others are saying about this book.


Here’s to you, Mr. Robinson

When I was in elementary school, I read an article about the Robinson family in Mary Pride’s Practical Homeschooling.

The Robinson story fascinated me. Lots of kids left without a mother, end up essentially “homeschooling themselves” with classic books.

I was always about being self-taught, thought that was the most wonderful thing. I wished I could be the Robinsons (without the mother being dead, of course).

Of course, even though my family wasn’t using the Robinson curriculum, I could still be really smart and self-taught. I wouldn’t be surprised if that article wasn’t partly responsible for my decision to read Plato’s Republic in sixth grade.

But there was one part of the story that I envied intensely and had no way of replicating myself. Mr. Robinson, a Ph.D., wrote of how he’d have other Ph.D’s over to dinner, where his children would listen to the technical and intellectual conversation, seeing how bright minds are always asking questions of the world.

Oh how I longed for a Ph.D. around our table, spurring my mind to ask big questions.

Fast forward twenty years. I’m sitting around the table with my husband and his parents. Daniel asks his mom if she still has those CDs from the Robinsons.

“Rebekah would like to homeschool our kids someday,” he said, “and I think she might find them interesting.”

And my mother-in-law begins telling the story of when a Mr. Robinson was visiting the institution where my father-in-law was doing his post-doctoral work. Mr. Robinson was a widower and he homeschooled his children, so he’d brought his whole family along.

The Robinson family came over and had dinner with the Garcias, where the children notably refused brownies and ice cream, on the grounds that sugar was bad for them. They’d told of hiding their father’s sweet stash from him – not because they wanted it for themselves but because they knew it was bad for him.

At the end of that visit, Mr. Robinson gave my mother-in-law a copy of their family’s homeschool curriculum on several dozen CD-roms.

Yes, the Ph.D. dinners I’d so longed for as a child? They were a reality for my husband.

I never got a Ph.D. dinner growing up, but my children will. Every time they go to visit their grandpa, my children can have dinner with one of those same Ph.D.s the Robinson children had dinner with.


Book Review: Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday? by Laura Bennett

Laura Bennett is (apparently) best known as a contestant on “Project Runway” – I wouldn’t know since I’ve never seen that show and had never heard of Bennett until I started reading her book. But while Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday? does spend a chapter detailing Bennett’s “Project Runway” experience, the book is really about the adventures of raising six kids in New York City.

Now, if you started to think that this was a book of parenting tips from an experienced parent, you’d be absolutely wrong. Even if she had tried to give advice (which she thankfully doesn’t), you wouldn’t want to take it. Laura Bennett isn’t a professional mommy like New York is rumored to be teaming with (which is a mark in her favor). But neither is she a free-range mom or some other sensible variant. No, Laura’s parenting could be best described as… Well, come to think of it, I have no idea how to describe her parenting – except to maybe say that she doesn’t parent. At least, not in the way you or I think of parenting.

She doesn’t watch her kids, feed her kids, or clean up after her kids. Those tasks are relegated to the two nannies (a morning and an afternoon nanny), the (weekend) “manny”, and her husband’s housekeeper. She doesn’t intentionally teach or discipline her children. She apparently makes no rules for her children, exercises little decision making over their activities (apart from making sure that each child has an activity that they’re into and helping pay the bills for the accompanying classes, camps, etc.), and otherwise does little that I think of as motherly oversight. Well, she does attend their class plays and helps out with homework assignments that involve hot glue guns.

Maybe I’m too harsh on Bennett. Probably I’m too harsh on Bennett. The reality is that raising six kids in the city is very different than raising six kids in the suburbs. As Bennett points out, simply ferrying the kids to and from school and to activities (which are necessary because there’s no yard to send them into) is practically a full time job. And raising six kids in a loft appartment is very different than raising six kids in a suburban ranch. And raising six kids when you have a career is different than raising six kids as a full-time homemaker. This is true. Bennett’s reality is very different than the environment in which I was raised or the environment in which I am raising my own daughter.

But Bennett doesn’t try too hard to get me to identify with her, mentioning her Manolos again and again, complaining about cold or wet weather, or talking of the torture of three weeks with her children at home AND her M/nannies gone.

Nevertheless, I enjoyed this recital of crazy anecdotes about her family, reading with the same fascination I’d feel towards monkeys gamboling about in the zoo. She thought she’d just burn the Christmas tree after Christmas! In their living room! Still in the stand! She taught her child that “bitch” was a feminine term and “bastard” a male – so he could correct the troublemaker who called him a “bitch”! She went with her (now) husband on a safari to Kenya as their second date!

She’s insane.

She’s also funny, if you can get past the crudeness.


Rating: 1 star
Category: Parenting memoir/humor
Synopsis: Bennett tells about her crazy life, raising six kids in New York City.
Recommendation: Probably not worth seeking out.


Read Aloud Thursday (June 2015)

We’ve been reading to Tirzah Mae since she’s been born, but even now she still isn’t tremendously interested in paying attention while we’re reading.

Erm… she’s not tremendously interested in paying attention while *I* am reading.

Papa was quite capable of keeping her entertained by reading The Wind and the Willows to her, complete with distinct snuffly mole and rat voices, while I was making dinner one night. I can already hear our children’s voices down the line, “Why don’t you read it like Papa does?”, to which I will be forced to reply that I simply haven’t the skill Papa does.

Tirzah Mae and I read board books checked out of the library.

Baby Shine A Tiger Tales Book

Baby Shine

I thought this the biggest dud of all the books we checked out at the end of last month – pages contain a single word with a graphic or two, all in white, black, blue, green and metallic green. The words have little to do with one another, the book has no apparent theme except its color scheme.

But Tirzah Mae loved it. The metallic green caught her eye and fascinated her, especially when our distorted reflections showed up on its smooth surface. Go figure.

Opposites by Brian Wildsmith

Brian Wildsmith's Opposites

This was a smaller-than-usual board book with one or two pairs of “opposite” illustrations (and the corresponding “opposite” words) on each double page spread. Wildsmith is known for his nature illustrations, and these are delightful. In addition to the opposite words, there are plenty of things to point out – many different animals to name, certain animal behaviors to point out as normative (two young tigers wrestling) or as NOT (a pelican with a hippopotamus in his bill).

I will probably be checking this one out again when Tirzah Mae is older – I think she’ll enjoy it better when she can understand what we’re talking about. For now, the muted colors of the illustrations mean she frequently looks away while I’m reading.

Hide and Seek Harry at the Beach by Kenny Harrison

Hide and Seek Harry at the Beach

A plot. Oh how I enjoy a plot, however simple!

Harry is a hippo, playing hide and go seek with his human friends at the beach. Being quite large, he never quite manages to hide completely (just as many toddlers and preschoolers have a hard time hiding themselves completely) – so he’s easy to spot.

Toddlers will no doubt enjoy the gentle silliness of this tale; and moms can also point out the various beachside gear found within the pages. Tirzah Mae, of course, was not quite so amused as a slightly older child would be.

Clare Beaton’s Nursery Rhymes

Hide and Seek Harry at the Beach

Familiar and unfamiliar rhymes, one to a double paged spread, are accompanied by lovely appliqued and embroidered illustrations. I loved the illustrations (if I had the time and energy, as well as fewer projects already in my queue, I’d stitch up some similar pieces to ornament the nursery walls.) Tirzah Mae loved the cadence of the nursery rhymes (and that I played “This Little Piggy” on her toes when we got to that rhyme – one of her favorite games.)

Baby Loves to Boogie! by Wednesday Kirwan

Baby Loves to Boogie

This psychedelically colored book asks the question “Who likes to boogie?” before introducing a variety of animals who love to do a variety of dances (apes that orang-o-tango, moles who “dig it”). I enjoy dancing and think puns are fun, so I thought this was terrific. Tirzah Mae loves it when her mama rocks her about or dances with her, and enjoyed it when I drew out the “WHOOO likes to boogie” while squeezing her tight. Of course, we learn at the end that BABY likes to boogie.

For us, this book is just right. I find it enjoyable, Tirzah Mae finds it enjoyable, and it has just enough potential to keep it interesting as Tirzah Mae grows (learning about all the different animals, naming the different background colors on every page, learning about and maybe even doing each of the different dances – EELectric slide, anyone?)

Check out what other families are reading aloud at Read Aloud Thursday at Hope is the Word.


My Child “Choked”

Little scares a mother more than hearing that half-retching, half-coughing noise that she almost universally describes as “choking”.

But just because it scares a mother doesn’t mean it should scare a mother.

You see, that little cough/retch? That’s not choking. Generally, it’s gagging.

According to the Mayo Clinic, choking is “when a foreign object becomes lodged in the throat or windpipe, blocking the flow of air”. By definition, choking makes no sound, since no air is able to flow through a blocked windpipe.

Gagging, on the other hand, is a function of the gag reflex, defined by Merriam-Webster as “the reflex contraction of the muscles of the throat caused especially by stimulation (as by touch) of the pharynx”. Gagging is an involuntary reaction in which the the throat contracts to prevent choking.

Did you catch that?

Gagging prevents choking.

While the sound of gagging can make a mother’s heart jump into her throat, it isn’t a sign that something is going wrong with your child. It’s a sign that something’s going right. Your child’s body is working as it’s supposed to, protecting your child from choking.

What does this mean for the mother?

For one, it means you can breathe a sigh of relief. When I’m feeding Tirzah Mae and she gags on a bite, my heart leaps just like other moms’ hearts do – but since I know what gagging means, I can then relax and thank God that He created her body to help keep her safe.

For two, it means you need to be vigilant when feeding your child. A choking child isn’t going to give a cough to let you know to rush to her side. A choking child can’t breathe, can’t make noise. Which is why young children should sit down to eat and why mom should be right there beside them while they’re eating. Letting a child wander with snack in hand ups the choking risk in two ways: a child distracted by walking is more likely to chew insufficiently or to send something down the wrong pipe (I find this to be the case when I’m walking and eating) and a child who is wandering about while eating is not necessarily being supervised in such a way that a caretaker can quickly intervene were true choking to occur. (There are social and nutritional benefits of sitting down to eat as well, but I won’t go into those here.)

When I was working as a WIC dietitian, mothers mentioned choking often in reference to introducing solids to their babies. Often, mothers insisted that their eight to nine month old babies couldn’t eat anything but pureed baby foods because they choked on them. Of course, these moms didn’t realize that their children were gagging rather than choking. But what about their response? Is mom right to say that her child can’t eat a certain food or a certain texture because she gags on it?

Yes and no.

Gagging is an interesting thing. While the gag reflex is classically induced by touching the pharynx (that is, the soft tissue at the back of the throat), it can also be induced by smells (as of rotten food), by sight (as with seeing maggots), or even by a thought (such as the thought of eating rotten food or finding maggots in the bottom of your lunch pail). Additionally, some people have more or less sensitive gag reflexes – such that different textures, different smells, and different tastes cause them to gag.

For most children, gagging when introduced to a new texture is simply the body doing what it’s supposed to do, keeping foreign bodies from entering the airway. As a child becomes more adept with and used to the new texture, gagging should decrease. However, in certain circumstances, children with hypersensitive gag reflexes will have severe sensory issues with food which can be exacerbated by forcing a child to eat foods that stimulate their gag reflexes.

So what should mom do?

In general, if your child gags at the first taste of a new food (or first try with a new texture), I recommend waiting until your child is calm (which may be two seconds or may be much longer) before trying another bite.

If your child eats several bites of that new food, gagging two or three times throughout the feeding, this represents a normal response and there is no reason to stop feeding your child that food or texture. Gagging will become less frequent as the child becomes more familiar with the taste and/or texture of that food.

If, on the other hand, your child gags on three successive bites of the same food (or if your child turns away or clenches his/her teeth when you offer a bite), I recommend that you call it quits for the meal. This ensures that you aren’t creating unpleasant associations with that food in your child’s mind – those unpleasant associations can actually condition your child’s gag reflex to always respond to that particular food, a situation you definitely want to avoid.

Then, you’ll want to do a little Sherlock-style sleuthing. What do you think it was that triggered your child’s gag reflex? Was this a brand new flavor for your child or has he tasted it before? Was this a new texture for your child or has he had a similar texture before? If this was a brand new flavor, try mixing that food with another accepted food the next time you try it. If it was a brand new texture, try modifying the texture just a little bit the next time you try it (if baby has only had watery purees and baby gagged on a lumpy mix, offer a thicker puree before introducing a lumpy mix; if baby has only had purees with some lumps and gagged on chunks, try getting your child used to minced textures before introducing chunks; etc.) The goal is to ease a child’s transition into the next texture “level” or novel flavor.

It is valuable to continue working at introducing novel flavors and textures, despite the gag reflex (while being respectful of a child’s cues – remember to stop and try again later if a child gags on every bite or if the child turns away or clenches his teeth). Children who do not learn to eat textured foods by 8-9 months are more prone to persistent sensory food issues lasting into adulthood.

But what if your child does persist in gagging at every bite? This may be a sign of a hypersensitive gag reflex, in which case it would be worthwhile to ask your doctor about a referral to a multidisciplinary feeding therapy team that can evaluate causes of the difficulty and develop strategies for helping your child overcome these difficulties.


Nightstand (June 2015)

It’s been a decent month for reading and an excellent month for reviewing. I can’t remember a time when I’ve reviewed such a large proportion of the books on my Nightstand post. I’m going to blame my new scheduling/to-do system, which starts to make me think I’m getting a hang on this stay-at-home-helpmate/housewife/mothering gig. (Knock on wood :-P)

Fiction read this month:

  • The Isle of Swords by Wayne Thomas Batson
    Some kids from church recommended the author to me – and, while this book wasn’t spectacular, it was a clean fun adventure. Read my full review here.
  • The Sorcerer of the North by John Flanagan
    Newly minted Ranger Will is off to his first assignment – but he quickly needs to switch gears (and clothes!) His new mission is to find out all he can about the alleged sorcerer in a northern fief – while disguised as a jongleur. This book drew me in quickly, as all of the Ranger’s Apprentice series have. Unfortunately, it ended on a cliff-hanger when my library wasn’t open for me to get the next book!
  • The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry
    An absolutely delightful little book, complete with the author’s original illustrations. This was Amy’s pick for the Reading to Know Classics Bookclub this month – I’m looking forward to discussing it in the upcoming week.
  • 4 picture books author last name BROWN
  • 5 board books by various authors

Nonfiction read this month:

Books about Pregnancy, Birth, and Childrearing:

  • Vaginal Birth after Cesarean by Elizabeth Kaufmann
    Unhelpful. The author has a chip on her shoulder regarding her own VBAC, which she agreed to reluctantly and was not pleased with. But even beyond that, the circumstances against which the author rages no longer exist in our current medical system. Read my full review here.
  • Bouncing Back after Your Pregnancy by Glade Curtis and Judith Schuler
    I wish I could recommend this, as it is the best laid out of all the post-pregnancy books I’ve read. Unfortunately, it’s filled with misinformation. Read my full review here.
  • Sleep: The Brazelton Way by T. Berry Brazelton and Joshua D. Sparrow
    Gives a general idea of baby and child sleep patterns and specific advice for a variety of sleep issues. I wouldn’t recommend trying to follow Brazelton’s advice to a T, but it could be helpful as a collection of tips. You can read my full review here.
  • Getting Your Child to Sleep…and Back to Sleep by Vicki Lansky
    Lots of potential tips, but be aware that the author has a definite “children need to cry to learn to self-soothe” bent. Also, the first chapter is an absolute modge podge (including advice to “set your TV for Sesame Street that a small child can turn on alone” as a solution to waking up early) deceptively titled “Newborn Sleep Patterns”.
  • Didn’t I feed You Yesterday? by Laura Bennett
    Former “Project Runway” contestant writes about raising 6 children in New York City. She doesn’t give advice (and if she did, you wouldn’t want it – she’s admirable in not being a helicopter mom, not worth emulating because, well, she doesn’t make any effort to train her kids at all.) But it is a very funny book if you can get past the crudeness. Full review coming soon.

Books about Christmas:

  • Christmas in Australia by World Book
    Because it’s starting to feel like Australian Christmas in Kansas :-)
  • American Country Christmas by Mary Ellisor Emmerling
    Lots of pictures of country-style decorating accompanied by bits of old-fashioned poetry about Christmas. Fun to peruse, wouldn’t want to own.

Other nonfiction:

  • Nesting: It’s a Chick Thing by Ame Mahler Beanland & Emily Miles Terry
    Homemaking anecdotes and ideas from a variety of women – with a particular emphasis on female friendships. I didn’t particularly like it, probably because I don’t have that kind of female friendships at present. Read my full review here.
  • Horrible History: France by Terry Deary
    A collection of gruesome trivia from France’s history through the eighteenth century. I think a preteen boy would probably like this a fair bit, but I had some reservations about using it as part of a history curriculum. Read my full review here.

Abandoned:

  • The Hole We’re In by Gabrielle Zevin
    I enjoyed The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry, so I thought I’d pick up the other adult novel my library had by Zevin. But I abandoned it after 70 pages (per Nancy Pearl’s guidelines in Book Lust :-) and my own “Read Every Book in my local library” rules). Those 70 pages started with a man making a major decision for his family (with significant cost to his wife) without even talking with his wife. Then he kept secrets from his wife, who in turn keeps secrets from her husband. Surprisingly (NOT!), there’s an affair before page 70. The couple’s children add to the hidden drama – the high schooler is secretly dating a black kid, even though she knows her parents wouldn’t approve. The older daughter is planning her wedding despite secretly hating her fiancee. Oh, and did I mention that this family is made up of “conservative Christians”? Yeah, it was definitely worth quitting.
  • Quick Food: Gourmet Recipes in Just 30 minutes by Jenny Fanshaw and Annette Forrest
    I flagged a dozen or so recipes (out of more than 300) but only ended up making one, which was so-so. The food was just a little too frou-frou for everyday eating (even if it’s quick to make.)

Reviewed from last month’s nightstand:
I don’t usually go backwards – but I had several books that I read last month but hadn’t reviewed or written up notes on as of the last Nightstand post

At the beginning of the year, I set up some forward-dated library holds for the books on the Reading to Know Classics book club list. Come the middle of the month, a little after the request comes active, I get a notice that such-and-such a book is on hold for me now. This month, I hadn’t received a notice as of Sunday and started to get worried that I wouldn’t get my book in time. I began to contemplate actually going to Carrie’s blog and figuring out which book I needed to get so I could get it by another route – and then I remembered. Next month is July – which means WE’RE GOING TO NARNIA! (And also means I have no need to go to the library to get a copy – I have at least two copies of the series here at home.) If you haven’t already made plans for July (and even if you have), may I suggest that you visit Narnia as well?

Don’t forget to drop by 5 Minutes 4 Books to see what others are reading this month!

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Book Review: Bouncing Back after Your Pregnancy by Glade B. Curtis and Judith Schuler

Of all the books on postpartum issues that I have read so far, Bouncing Back After Your Pregnancy is the most comprehensive and well-organized. Topics flow from immediate issues to infant feeding to maternal nutrition and exercise to marriage and family topics to returning to work and planning your next pregnancy. I’d love to be able to recommend this book.

Unfortunately, the content is simply ridiculous and filled with misinformation. Episiotomies are assumed and, to read the chapters on immediate postpartum care, you’d think the episiotomy is really the most important part of childbirth (before and after). The exercises in the exercise chapter are laughable – some aren’t really much by way of exercise and several list the wrong muscle groups as the ones being exercised. No distinctions are made between strength exercises and stretching and no attention is given to grouping exercises into any logical pattern. And the breastfeeding advice…

Let’s just say the authors probably couldn’t be more anti-breastfeeding if they tried.

Bottle-feeding is listed first in the infant feeding chapter and great pains are taken to list every possible advantage of bottlefeeding and to minimize any possible disadvantage you might have heard. Once the authors get around to discussing breastfeeding, a bold section heading offers “disadvantages to breastfeeding”. Almost every bit of breastfeeding advice is given as a blanket statement that assumes breastfeeding is uncomfortable, messy, and inconvenient. Mothers are educated on “warning signs” in a breastfed baby – but not told what signs suggest that breastfeeding is going well. The authors only recommed breastfeeding for six months and reassure moms that the majority of mothers don’t go that long.

Bad breastfeeding advice and attitudes aren’t limited to the breastfeeding chapter. In the chapter on nutrition, mothers are given lists of foods not to eat while breastfeeding (actually, most breastfeeding babies will grow and thrive even if their mothers make NO changes at all to their diet – even if the mother is eating unhealthfully in the first place.) The chapter on returning to work mentions the possibility of pumping and gives a little advice, but the advice is incomplete and doesn’t offer any middle ground. Yes, I’d rather a baby get only breastmilk, even while his mom’s at work – but feeding formula while you’re away and breastfeeding at the breast when you’re with baby is better than weaning completely, and is TOTALLY doable (I’ve seen dozens of women, mostly Hispanic, who have very good success with this.)

So no, I can’t recommend this book. I’ve focused on the breastfeeding issues mostly because that is an area in which I have expertise, but the problems with the breastfeeding advice are just an example of the poor research and rampant misinformation found within this book.

I do NOT recommend Bouncing Back after Your Pregnancy.


Rating: 0 stars
Category: Postpartum health
Synopsis: A look at issues facing postpartum moms.
Recommendation: Full of misinformation. Not recommended.


Recap (2015/06/20)

In my spirit:

  • Realizing that just because my mom is far away doesn’t mean I can’t ask her for advice – she has lots of experience as a wife and a mother and a homemaker, and I can definitely learn plenty from her.

In the living room:

  • We’re getting close to being ready to build a house. Wild.

In the kitchen:

  • The avian flu has hit my local Dillons – eggs were an extra $1 per dozen this week!

In the nursery:

  • While I used to be able to say that Tirzah Mae only cried if she needed something (was hungry, was wet, was in pain, was tired), I can say so no longer. Tirzah Mae has discovered that screaming is a great way to communicate her frustration at not getting her own way.
  • Daniel put Tirzah Mae down for bed! He’s good at getting her to fall asleep, but she stubbornly refuses to stay asleep after he transfers her to her crib. We usually have to transfer her to me first and then I put her into her bed. This week, though, Daniel laid her down and she stayed asleep. Yippee!

In the craft room:

  • I’ve finally gotten around to making another sheet for Tirzah Mae’s crib (besides the one we got as a shower gift). I used this tutorial, which was easy to understand and worked well. If I ever make more, I will use woven fabric instead of jersey. Trying to sew the casing for the elastic was torture.

On the web:

  • My Child Feels Deprived of Junk Food – “Real Mom Nutrition”, by a fellow RD, is a great resource for moms who want to feed their children well. This particular scenario is one I hear often – and Sally’s guests do a great job of helping moms work through it.

Book Review: Horrible Histories: France by Terry Deary

Daniel heard Mike Duncan (a history podcaster who we both enjoy) mention this book as a child’s introduction to the French Revolution – so he requested it via interlibrary loan to review as a potential homeschool resource. Of course, that meant that I would review it as a potential homeschool resource – both since I would likely be the one using it and because I’m the one with more time for reading.

Horrible Histories: France delights in retelling all the, well, horrible things in France’s history through the nineteenth century. As such, it details not a few novel means of torturing and executing enemies, ridiculous and disgusting ways to cure diseases, and as many “potty” kings as possible. Yes, “potty” aka “mad” aka “crazy”. This is a British book, and includes not a few British colloquialisms.

Horrible Histories intersperses time-based chapters “Murky Middle Ages” and “Savage Seventeenth Century” with categorical chapters like “Kurious kings” and “Awful for Animals”. The majority of the chapters, up until the “Savage Seventeenth Century” are made up of anecdotes and trivia, such that I had a hard time placing the anecdotes within any historical context or meta-narrative. This, I think is the primary weakness of this book as a homeschool resource.

On the other hand, as Daniel pointed out when I discussed the book with him, many youngsters enter the world of history as lovers of trivia – and later go on to develop a thirst for the greater narrative (as he himself did.) This is very true. I can see a preteen boy loving the grotesque trivia, as well as the many little quizzes (not over the material, as if to test knowledge, but in order to impart information through a guessing game) and cartoons found throughout.

I don’t think I would deliberately put this book into a preteens hands, in part because its format isn’t my own favorite way of receiving information and in part because of the rather snotty attitude it has towards parents and teachers. That said, if I had a child who got interested in history and picked this up at the library, I doubt I would dissuade him from reading it. (Of course, if he started copping that sort of attitude toward me? We’d be having a little talk about the divine right of mothers.)


Rating: 2 stars
Category: Middle Grade History
Synopsis: A catalog of every gross or awful anecdote you can think of from France’s history through the eighteenth century.
Recommendation: I wouldn’t seek it out, but I also wouldn’t keep my child from reading it if he found it on his own.