Baby wearing love |
I did a few of the standard pregnant and clueless things. I bought a few books, I accepted sometimes completely contrary advice from anyone who would offer, and did what I do best. I decided to wing it.
Now, I know that it might seem to you out that I officially subscribe to a few defined parenting techniques. I never did that on purpose. Everything that I've done as a mother has been done following a few basic guidelines.
Breastfeeding love |
What's best for ME?
Best for the babies? Breast feeding. Best for me? Moving the girls to their own room. Best for the girls? Baby wearing. Best for me? Potty training. Starting last week, sort of.
We use cloth diapers because of the environmental impact, but more importantly because I think it's best for the girls to be aware of their bodily functions and to avoid the nasty rashes that come from artificially dried poo. We breast fed until the girls self-weaned, because the human breast milk is ideal baby food, and they were happy to eat as much of it as they could. I made most of their solid baby food, because I knew every ingredient was natural, healthy, and delicious. I was constantly shocked at what Gerber and the like will put gelatin into. That said, we're keeping the girls on a vegetarian diet until they're old enough to make an informed decision on their own. It all seems pretty crunchy, huh?
Solid food love |
In short, I've been basing my entire parenting philosophy on instinct. Does this feel like the right thing to do? Do I feel like this is a good idea?
I found as I was reading parenting books- ALL of them- that I found the authors at best irritating and at worst complete idiots. The multiple specific books were no doubt the worst of the lot. I constantly felt like I was being talked down to, and if there's one thing on this earth that is guaranteed to enrage me, it's condescension. I stopped reading parenting books before half of the full shelf I'd acquired had even been opened. I just couldn't be bothered. I obviously knew best.
Sleep-in-your-own-room love |
Book worm love |
I think my kids are remarkably close to perfect. So is it undignified that I tend to think of us as neanderthals in order to get through the immeasurably difficult years of baby- and toddler-hood? Perhaps. But it's working. It makes me feel good about our lives and every milestone my children reach, and I have no regrets whatsoever.
The parenting choices that M and I have made have made all of us very happy animals.
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Your kids made my day. They are so cute and healthy!
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