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  • I'm so happy, I'm going to cry miserably

    It was my understanding that babies are supposed to cry when they don't get what they want. But lately, Elsa and Clio have gotten into a -- frankly, quite annoying -- habit of crying when they are about to or are in the process of getting exactly what their little hearts desire. This chiefly involves eating. The babes will be playing contentedly on the floor, happy as can be. Then I'll get them up into their high chairs, put on their bibs, and suddenly they are STARVING. And not only are they starving, but I am TORTURING them by not immediately filling their mouths. I've taken to keeping a box of Cheerios on the dining room table near their high chairs so I can fling cereal at them while I go into the kitchen to get their food. On more organized days, I make sure I've got their food all set first, so I can start feeding them RIGHT AWAY before they PERISH FROM HUNGER!!

     

    But even that's not good enough for Elsa, who's lately started to cry and whine while she's being fed, between and sometimes even during spoonfuls. It's like suddenly she realizes how hungry she's been this whole time and is retroactively miserable, even as I'm shoveling her full of bananas / cereal / squash / yogurt / whatever as fast as possible. I've always fed both girls at the same time out of one bowl, alternating spoonfuls between them, but I'm thinking maybe I should work on my ambidexterity (is that a word?) -- get a spoon in each hand and feed them both at once. Or, maybe I should start telling Elsa about the starving children in Africa? Yeah, that one always works.

     

    The other thing they've started to do is what you might call reunification anxiety. Forget separation anxiety; they don't seem to have any problem with my leaving them with a sitter, relative, etc. It's when I come back that all of a sudden they get needy. I come in the door, they're playing happily, and then they see me, smile at first, and promptly start whining and crying and reaching up to be held, as if their prior happiness was all just an act: Grandma (or whoever) was actually TORTURING them all day! It was HORRIBLE! All that smiling and giggling? They were just being polite! HELP, MOMMY! SAVE US!! 

     

    Or maybe I'm misinterpreting this situation. Maybe it's not that they suddenly remember that they want attention from me in particular. Maybe, in fact, they're thinking: Oh, great, look who's back -- that mean lady who's going to put us in our high chairs and NOT FEED US, for, like, twelve seconds. We HATE that bitch.

     

    Has anyone else out there experienced the baby-crying-when-they-get-what-they-allegedly-want phenomenon? I'd love to hear your theories on the cause, or possible coping strategies besides trying desperately to placate them while repeatedly cooing things like, "Hey, little baby, you're OK!" And "Why so sad, cookie pants?" and "There's no crying in baseball!"

     

     

    Temporarily appeased by Cheerios 

     


  • Droolectable: My Latest Product Reviews

    Rubber Spatula. Farberware, $1.99

    Bratz what? Tickle me who? The rubber spatula is the new, must-have toy that everyone will be talking about. Its soft, pliable head makes the perfect teething device, and isn't hard enough to cause major distress when one baby hits it against, say, another baby's head. The sturdy plastic handle is easy to grip, with no sharp edges, and makes a satisfying but not grating clackety-clack when whacked repeatedly against the floor. This no-frills toy can also be used for scraping pureed fruits and vegetables out of a Cuisinart, but ask baby for permission to use first, nicely. Dishwasher safe, top rack.

     

    Cheerios. General Mills, $3.00-$5.00 per box

    These delightful, fiber-rich Os are the perfect starter finger food. But you already know that. What you may not know is that they keep babies occupied and happy for surprisingly long stretches of time, freeing you to do marvelous things like have a conversation with another adult, prepare and eat meals, and clean Cheerios up off the floor. Just toss a handful onto baby's high chair tray, and watch as she shovels them greedily into her mouth. But wait, there's more! Later, when you change baby, get ready to be greeted by a jolly cascade of the Cheerios that have fallen inside baby's shirt and/or diaper! (Note: These Cheerios can be re-used at your discretion.)


    The New Yorker Magazine. Conde Nast, $47.00 for a year's subscription.

    Why let these treasure troves of fine writing, witty cartoons and shiny paper go to waste sitting in an ever-growing pile on your kitchen table, waiting in vain to be read, reminding you of all that you've given up by having children, when they can be put to use right now? Place one within reach of your baby and within seconds he or she will be flinging it around like a grizzly bear with its prey, crinkling and tearing out pages, and stuffing them into his or her mouth, all while grinning and squealing with delight. Just be sure to remove pages from baby's mouth before he or she manages to ingest them. Too much Hendrik Hertzenberg can be tough to swallow, especially for the under 12 months set.

     

    Contour Changing Pad. Various brands, $9.99 and up.

    It's not just for changing anymore! That is, not once your baby is seven or eight months old. Suddenly, it's the world's smallest and most dangerous gymnastics and wrestling mat! Watch baby writhe and squirm, in the process getting gloppy, disgusting solid food poop all over herself and everything within a five foot radius. Try in vain to simultaneously restrain her, put a diaper on her and keep her from falling as she turns over, gets up on all fours, and attempts to crawl off the edge of the changing table. Enjoy, knowing she's developing gross motor skills and a fierce sense of self-determination. Heavy-duty, ripstop nylon restraining straps sold separately -- if you find out where, please let me know.

     

    Mom's (or Dad's) Feet. Factory-installed, included in purchase price.

    The perfect toy -- right at the bottom of your own legs! Shod or not, your feet can provide minutes of amusement to your baby. Let her grab at them, suck on them, attempt to remove them from the rest of your person. Wiggle and tap to your heart's content -- baby will be riveted. Paint your toenails in a high contrast shade for added appeal. No feet? No worries. Your nose is almost as good.

     



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