We Heart Vintage Toys
Hooper has many, many toys. He rarely plays with any of them. As you already know, he prefers the broom. Or the fireplace utensils. Or the swiffer. Or even the recycling bin. You get the idea. Many of his toys come in the form of gifts and many of them end up in his toy crate where he rummages from time to time. The majority of his other toys are hand-me-downs. From me. Or rather, from my mom. Toys I played with. I hardly consider my mom a pack rat, though she seems to pull out these amazingly nostalgic toys from hidden closets I must have never sifted through.
There are a handful of toys from our childhood that everyone seems to remember. The corn popper, for example. I look at the toys today and I just can’t imagine any of them becoming collectables or even shared memories among an age group. Maybe time will prove me wrong.
Anyway, as we scour the flea markets, consignment shops, and thrift stores, we just can’t seem to pass up a good vintage find. These toys are just so classic. We heart our vintage toys. Here’s a few from our collection:
The following toy cars were my dad’s as a child.
Letters of Love
Dear Hooper,
I saw you in your papa’s arms last night and couldn’t help but comment on just how big you have gotten. People say it time and time again, but really, where does the time go? It seemed crazy to me when I first found out you were going to be a big brother. You were still such a baby. But just in a few months, you’ve changed. You’ve grown. And I don’t know where my baby went.
Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing sweeter than watching you change and develop. I know now why parents can only engage in conversation about their children. I also still know why this is annoying, and thus I hold back in sharing every little detail of your development. You are all that is on my mind, all I want to talk about. You are the reason for the smile on my face, the reason I plan ahead, the reason my life has so much purpose and meaning.
But you are not my baby anymore. You are a boy. A beautiful boy. My boy.
Happy Valentines Day mi amor,
Mama
P.S. Below is a picture of your Papa and I just before we got married. We were in Panama gazing at the beauty that surrounded us and busy planning what was then our future and is now our present.
17 Weeks
Chug a’ chug a choo choo. I can’t believe how fast these weeks roll right into the next. I had a preconceived notion that documenting each week of this pregnancy would slow it down, as documenting requires some sort of pause and reflection. Not the case. It’s more like pause, reflect, and oh my lord, time to pause and reflect again?! I hate this picture of myself, by the way, but Willy gives me about three shots to get it right. So this is all I got. Ba Humbug.
I have sad news to share this week. My back up OB, who I talked about here has passed away. It’s an incredible loss for his family, friends, and patients not to mention a loss for the entire birthing world. I will remember Dr. Kline for his support of a woman’s right to chose a birth at home as well as his patience and gentle soul. You can scan through this facebook page where others have shared their thoughts and condolences. You’ll quickly see just why he was so special.
Style de Hooper
I’m in trouble if this next little bun in the oven is a girl, because my online shopping carts are full with the cutest little frilly things. In the meantime, I’ll spoil my little boy with the cutest vintage finds. Here’s what my recent shopping spree bought him. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I buy more for him than I do for myself. Welcome to motherhood, right?
Included was this sweet little note from Jen @ Olivers Forest
Hey Hooper…
Where’s your belly?
…And your hair?
Oh how my heart melts over this boy. Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend. We’ll be over here, finding our noses and toes and trying to keep our little hands off our poop covered balls.
Bits + Pieces
Snapshots from our week…
Sarah was busy being Sarah, waiting for her little friend to come out of his crib and play. She is the crib protector, but only sometimes. Other times she is the crib monster// We uncovered an old record from our hand-me-down pile// I made a banana pancake for Hooper and spun the new tunes in the background. So technically speaking, Hooper ate pancakes with Peter// I took our wedding album out of the cupboard and found a nice little home for it behind the sofa// Hooper discovered how to put his jack-in-the-box back in his box and close the lid. Big advances// I spent lots of time in the kitchen inspired by a few new recipes// I made baked sweet potatoes with brown sugar for Hooper to try. He refused to even try. It was a bust// We bought some plants for the backyard// Hooper dug into his spinach nuggets, always a crowd pleaser, and then removed all his books from his bookshelf.
Happy Friday! And a special thanks to Bleubird for inviting her readers to participate in this post series.
♥ Valentines ♥
Things I’m loving for this coming Valentine’s Day:
source 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
Polly Wanna Cracker?
When you’re between a rock and a hard place, you get inventive. When it’s your first child, you praise yourself constantly for your imagination. I suppose by the time you are a parent to two, these tricks are not so much tricks as they are simple rules in raising kids that everyone seems to know. As for me, I’m a novice. Let me bask in the glory of success.
I’ve tried a few different things as of late to expose Hooper to a wider variety of foods. While things are still hit or miss, he has definitely broadened his palate.
Hooper loves crackers. And when I say love, what I mean is that he will take already been chewed food out of his mouth and throw it on the floor if that cracker box even passes his field of vision. So I decided to work this to my advantage. As of late, he’s tried a few different spreads, peanut putter, and guacamole all on top of his beloved cracker. These are all things previously refused. Yes, he refused peanut butter.
Dear cracker, thank you for turning my gray skies blue.
If anyone has their own tricks of the trade, I’m all ears. 🙂 Oh yes, and any more suggestions for things on crackers… I’ll take those too!
16 Weeks
What was a battle last week has already ended in celebration this week. I have to say, I was quite prepared to go the distance. I had already researched the appeal process. I have notes with dates and names of people I talked too, all neatly kept in anticipation of having to include them in my appeal letter. Why am I celebrating, you ask?
Because I have an authorization number. From my insurance company.
What’s an authorization number, you ask? Oh, it’s just a little series of numbers that represent approval. Approval of a home birth. Yup, approval to cover the fiances of our home birth.
Hip hip hooray. Hip hip hooray. Hip hip hooray.
Wanna know how I did it? I’m dying to share. Stay tuned…
The Dirty Thirty
Willy’s birthday started off with breakfast in bed, then some present opening, followed by a relaxing morning of watching sports center and working in the yard. His parents flew in later and we celebrated with a nice dinner out at a local Italian restaurant. The next day we went over to a friends house for a BBQ. Then we continued the celebration on Superbowl Sunday. It was a fun-filled weekend with family and friends. Hope you had a lovely weekend as well!
Style de Hooper
T-shirt: flea market find
Overalls: from Etsy seller MsTips
Boots: uggs, a lovely gift from the grandparents 🙂
…And the cutest squatter ever, you ask?
Wishing everyone a Happy Superbowl Sunday 🙂
A Story
Hooper is a finicky eater. I say finicky instead of picky because usually we can get him to eat good, but it takes a whole lot of patience, perseverance, distraction, inventiveness, and some more patience. Other times he can be flat out picky. Not sure if it has to do with the color or the texture or the smell, but sometimes he won’t even try things. I’m determined to have him eat good and expand his horizons. I’m determined to, well, not let him turn out like me… Picky at 30.
So we went to the store the other day to pick out some new foods to try.
Please take a moment to notice the one shoe off. This seems to be a favorite shopping cart activity.
I cut up some grape tomatoes, black olives, and mozzarella cheese (one of his favorites). I also sauteed some shallots.
To be honest, I thought I had outdone myself. There’s no chance in hell I’d ever touch the puree mixes I feed him, but this little combo looked good, smelled good, it had success sprinkled all over it. I topped it off with a little balsamic vinegar dressing and voila:
Do you see that scared look on his face? See that tension in his little hands and he attempts to push the table away? Oh no, I don’t think this is going to work out.
See the intensity in those eyes? At least I know someone will eat it.
Anyway, as suspected, it was a bust. So I made a second attempt. I pureed it.
We put it on garlic bread and this mama and papa savoured the goodness. And boy was it good.
I have a few tricks up my sleeve to get this little guy to try more of a variety. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Have you dealt with picky eaters? Have any tricks? Advice? Suggestions? Recipes? I’m all ears…
♥ ♥ ♥
Wishing you, my love, the happiest of days. Wanting you to know how much I cherish you and admire you and rely on you.
Dear Pawpa,
Mama told me today is your birthday.
I don’t know what that means, but I vaguely remember there being cake involved.
I hope you share.
Love,
Hooper
Confessions Of…
Nearly all of the puree concoctions I make are for breakfast. This one was for lunch. I make just a single serving because the tofu texture changes when refrigerated over night. Here’s what I included:
Organic Tofu
One Kiwi
Cherries
Blueberries
He ate it all. Here’s proof:
Hooper @ 14 months
Growth: We have not been to the doctor since your 12 month appointment, so I do not know your height or weight. In fact, for the first time ever someone asked me what you weighed last and I couldn’t remember. I used to know down to the ounce. I used to worry so much about how much you were getting. Those days have passed and it is nice not to harp on your weight. You’re healthy, that much I know.
You haven’t gotten any more teeth. Your daddy and I are wondering where they’re all hiding. They seemed to all come in at once and now nothing. I do see a tiny one starting to pop through on the bottom right, so maybe that’s a sign there will be more shortly thereafter.
Eating: Feeding you has always and will always be an adventure. You definitely know what you like. Breakfast is never a problem. We have that down to a routine. You always get a puree of different fruits and vegetables and you haven’t waved one off in quite sometime. We always finish with some whole grain cereal, either Flax Seed Flakes or Hearts and O’s. If you haven’t finished your puree, adding a little cereal always does the trick. For lunch you eat Greek yogurt, steamed carrots, sweet potato mixed with broccoli, a tofu mix (sometimes you wave this away or share so lovingly with Sarah), grilled cheese, scrambled eggs with cheese, corn mixed with sour cream, anything mixed with sour cream. For dinner we try to give you some of whatever we’re eating, but that doesn’t always fair well. In fact, lately we’ve been trying to feed you before we eat because as soon as I sit down with my food all you want is my plate and my fork. It’d be one thing if you ate what was on my plate, but all you want to do is play with it. So ya, I’ve been feeding you while papa makes dinner. You like veggie burger patties, spinach cakes, cherries, blueberries, breaded chicken, fish sticks, some pasta, Mediterranean couscous. Your favorite snacks are raisins, apple sauce, string cheese, and any cracker. We’re always trying new things, but you are definitely picky and feeding you is definitely frustrating at times.
You do well with a spoon and fork, but still use your hands as well. Not sure what to do about the bottle… as we still have to hold it for you. Not because you’re not capable, but because when you really want milk, you want us to give it to you and when you’re not interested you just want to carry your bottle around and spill it all over the place. We keep meaning to push the sippy cup, but we haven’t done a good job at being consistent.
Talking and Development: You’re starting to say a lot more these days. Mostly different sounds: go-go, boom, hiss, mooo, nay-nay, nooo, and various pitches of whining. Words you use include: ma-ma, your all time favorite, pa-pa, da-da. More than speaking, you’re understanding. If I ask you to sit down, you sit down. You can point out your hair, ears, nose, belly, and feet. If we say “stomp your feet” or more recently “fancy feet”, you stomp your feet in quick succession. If I tell you to give Sarah a hug, you rest your little head on her side. You follow simple instructions and for the first time I think it’s safe to say you are smarter than Sarah. I wondered when this transition would take place. It has.
Sleeping: You go to bed at about 9pm and wake up around 8am. It’s perfect. I couldn’t ask for more. You take a two hour nap in the morning, usually from 10am to 12pm and another nap in the afternoon around 4pm for another hour or so. You are an absolute perfect sleeper and I love it.
Favorites: You’re in to anything and everything which has it’s advantages and disadvantages. Advantages: we don’t need to bring any toys when we go anywhere. You always find something to entertain yourself with. Disadvantages: nothing is off limits. You’re somewhat into your toys, but you’d much rather carry around a broom or go digging in the recycling bin. You’re also still obsessed with Sarah’s food, partially because you obviously enjoy the taste. You love to organize things and are constantly picking something up, transporting it to somewhere else, then rearranging the pile you’ve accumulated, then transporting it all to a new location. You’re quite industrious.
Upcoming: Still haven’t gotten around to that mommy and me class. Our midwives suggested mommy and me yoga. I’d love to do that, so I’m going to look into that. Other than that, transferring from a bottle to a sippy cup is a must. I’m starting to get embarrassed. Just kidding. Seriously though, it’s time Hooper.
Vintage Plastic
Ironically I scoured Etsy for cute plastic plates yesterday. I say ironically because later that evening, Hooper threw his plate onto the floor and broke it. I obviously saw this coming. What mom trusts their 14 month old with breakable plates, you ask? The answer: one’s that have not yet purchased plastic ones. I’m so guilty. Anyway, these were my top picks on Etsy though ultimately we’ll be going to Target or Ikea or Walmart for something more affordable. The to-do list lengthens.
…and last, but far from least… My absolute almost can’t-live-without-out-until-you-see-the-cost-plus-shipping-top-pick… drum roll please…
Pretty cool no?
15 weeks
Fifteen weeks marks the beginning of what is clearly shaping up to be a battle. A downright brawl. Not a whose going to throw the first punch kinda fight, but rather a come out swinging kinda fight. The stuff people pay to see to pay-per-view. The knock me down and up I stand kinda fight.
I’m dealing with the insurance company.
I had (oh it feels nice to use past tense here) two obvious barriers to my gloriously planned home birth. I say two obvious barriers because I realize there will be subtle barriers along the way that I will deal with. Back to the obvious two: Willy and affordability. I wanted to get Willy on board first because it wasn’t even worth looking at the financial aspect if I didn’t have his support. But, alas, his support I have. In fact, with each passing day and a few heartfelt conversations, I’d venture to say I have more than just a complacent husband. As he works out his own issues of fear, he’s actually coming around to understand my mind frame a little more. And it’s oh so comforting. Gosh I love that guy.
On to the financial battle. We cannot afford to pay out of pocket for this home birth. Many people do end up paying with cold hard cash merely because insurance companies do not consider midwives “in-network” providers. But, there seem to be a few loopholes for those that have the energy to jump through a thousand loops and for those who love, and I mean LOVE calling 800 numbers. Not 900 numbers people, get your minds out of the gutter.
Anyway, I’ll keep you updated with the happenings. If anyone is looking to fight the same battle, please let me know and I will share more specific details of what I’m doing and what you too can do to combat the big tumultuous world that is the insurance company.
Maternal Mortality Rate in the U.S.
The News-Register released an article the other morning titled, “Danger in delivery: Despite technology, U.S. trails entire western world in saving mothers”. I thought it was interesting follow up in light of my recent post highlighting the severity of the infant mortality rates in the U.S. It’s interesting that not only are our infants suffering, but our mother’s too. The article opens by stating the following:
Women in the United States are more likely to die during or shortly after childbirth than women in nearly all countries in Europe and many in Asia and the Middle East, according to the United Nations.
While maternal mortality declined in most countries over the past 20 years, it has not just increased, but nearly doubled, in the United States.
Experts blame the high death rate partly on the heavy reliance the United States places on technological intervention, particularly when it results, as it so often does, in surgical delivery via cesarean section. They say motivators include both convenience and fear of litigation in the event of a less-than-perfect outcome.
Originally meant to be strictly an emergency action to save a struggling baby, it has become all but routine in the U.S. It is now used in almost one-third of all American births.
The article goes on to highlight the fact that despite the obvious increases in medical interventions, there are no studies proving a respective improvement in outcome. In fact, the findings are quite the contrary.
In March, “Contraception: An International Reproductive Health Journal,” a peer-reviewed medical journal published by the Association of Reproductive Health Professionals, published a landmark editorial on the subject. Titled, “Maternal Mortality in the United States: A Human Rights Failure,” it was authored by Francine Coeytaux of WomanCare Global, Debra Bingham of the Association of Women’s Health, Obstetric and Neonatal Nurses, and Nan Strauss of Amnesty International USA.
The editorial states:
“In contrast to many countries where women lack access to life-saving medical interventions, women and infants (in the U.S.) are often exposed to more procedures than are medically necessary or beneficial. This overuse of medical procedures increases injuries as well as costs.
“Indeed, we are unaware of any study indicating that the 56 percent increase in the rate of surgical births from 1996 to 2008 has improved outcomes. However, there are data to show that the overuse of medical procedures has increased both infant and maternal morbidity.”
Performance of a Cesarean section in one pregnancy also leads to increase the risks in the next. Consequently, doctors have historically discouraged women from attempting to deliver subsequent babies vaginally, a trend that also has helped to increase the national rate of Cesarian sections.
Yet another finding linking increased medical interventions with poorer outcomes. In my own research, I’ve come across several studies that have found fetal monitoring alone to lead to more interventions but not improved outcomes. This article also touched on fetal monitoring and it’s role in the snow ball effect. I was required to be on a fetal monitor when I gave birth to Hooper and found it incredibly distracting. Instead of concentrating on my body and what it was doing, my eyes were glued to that monitor. I think the monitor alone was a huge source of anxiety especially for Willy. Labor is a stress to the baby even in the best of circumstances and the monitor is always going to reflect that. With that said, the monitor is never calming or reassuring, rather I believe it to be a constant source of worry and concern. Anyway, this is what the article had to say about it:
Hedges, who is retiring from practice to teach and write, said reasons for the nation’s extraordinarily high Cesarean rate are as complex as the American health care system. It starts, he said, with pervasive fetal monitoring in hospitals.
The practice is intended to let doctors monitor the baby’s health continuously throughout the birthing process. But he said, “Studies show that continuous monitoring doesn’t change anything, except to increase the C-section rate.”
That is, it doesn’t change anything in a positive direction. It does change one thing in a negative direction — it costs some mothers their lives.
That’s because it leads to more C-sections, and a woman is three times more likely to die from a C-section than a vaginal delivery. C-sections also cause substantially more medical complications not resulting in fatality.
If doctors see an abnormality in the readings, Hedges said, they are more likely to perform a C-section, just to be on the safe side in a notoriously litigious area of practice. But he said, “In the vast majority of cases, those babies are fine,” despite the abnormal readings. In many cases, Hedges said, doctors simply don’t know what causes the abnormal readings.
Obstetrician/gynocologyst Dr. John Neeld of the Willamette Valley Medical Center agreed that fear of giant lawsuits is often the driver in such cases.
For example, he said, the fetal heartrate tracing patterns might be slightly elevated, but not necessarily indicative of a baby in trouble. But the combination of a doctor worried about possible lawsuits if his interpretation turns out wrong, and a patient afraid for her baby, and determined to take any action necessary to ensure its safety, often leads to a C-section that, in hindsight, was probably not necessary, he said.
“Those are not small lawsuits,” he said. “I personally have not been sued, but if I get sued for $10 million, I know I’m out of business, because my insurance willl be so high that I won’t be able to continue practicing.”
The problem here seems to be twofold. For one you have doctors making decisions based on fear for their own licenses and welfare. But, the problem is really larger than that. The fact is we live in a very lawsuit friendly nation and the reality therefore is that doctors have to make decisions based on fear for their own licenses and welfare. You can’t really fault them for this. It’s always been my complaint as a nurse that we spend more time charting about patient care than spending time with our patients. Again, we’re a litigious nation. This needs to be fixed before the system of providing medical care can be changed.
I’ve touched on infant mortality rate, but this article goes on to state the maternal mortality rate. And the results are shocking.
The United Nations releases a new report every five years. The United States ranked 41st in child mortality in the 2005 report, but had slipped nine spots to 50th by 2010.
The United States averaged 12.7 deaths per 100,000 live births in 2009, up from 7.1 a decade earlier. Nearly every industrialized nation in the world does better than that, as do several developing nations, according to the U.N.
Callaghan noted the U.S. had once set a goal of bringing its rate of maternal deaths down to 3.3 per 100,000 live births by 2010. The country has made no progress toward reaching that goal, he said.
In fact, the government has now given up on it. Now, it proposes to reduce maternal deaths to 11.4 per 100,000 live births by 2020.
Looks like we have quite a ways to go to reach our goal.
The article touches on other factors that additionally affect maternal mortality such as age, obesity, and access to health care. Woman in the U.S. are statistically older when compared to other nations, and with age comes a higher rate of complications. Same with obesity. More fat, more complications. And whereas other nations have national health care, many in the U.S. are without insurance and therefore do not receive proper prenatal or postpartum care.
Being that I’m relatively young, not obese, and insured, looks like the only thing I have to worry about is unnecessary medical interventions. Yet again, all signs point to a birth at home.
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Food Cravings
I know I ate a lot of bananas as a baby. I don’t think I’ve touched them since. But whenever I cook bananas for Hooper, the smell just melts my taste buds. I bought some banana chips at the store. I tried em’. I liked em’. Banana chips can now be found in our cupboards at all times. I haven’t ventured to try a banana all by itself, I’m picky that way, but I have also been adding cooked bananas to my pancakes and they are to die for. I crave them all day long. My sister added the suggestion of using crisco in the pan. Um, ya… big mistake. Crisco turned my to-die-for pancakes into to-kill-for pancakes. I will do just about anything for that greasy crunchy banana goodness. I look forward to going to bed at night just to wake up to this:
See that crunchy overhang? That’s the best part. And don’t be fooled by the single pancake. I go back for seconds. And want thirds, but I stop myself after two.