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5.30.2011

mama highlight - sara: feeding healthy kids in an unhealthy world

i didn't really have to worry about what river ate until he was 18 months old! feeding him was easy. he liked four things: eggs, grapes, bananas, and blueberries. we avoided sweets and junk, and he survived and thrived almost entirely off of my breastmilk. now that he is weaned and depends on solid foods to keep him healthy and growing, i have to pay more attention to what he eats and doesn't eat. he is very aware of what is in the house -- he sees a bag a chips, and immediately wants a chip! how does he know? i have no idea. not only do we have to be careful of what we eat around him, but we have to watch what's in the house, period! he often goes to the refrigerator or pantry and helps himself to what's eye-level. the other morning he chose a stick of butter for breakfast, and came toddling into our room, taking bites out of it like it was a banana.

one of my favorite websites to read about food and healthy eating is sara janssen's blog happy foody. sara has two girls, lucy, who is two, and bella, seven. i've always admired how commitment she is to feeding her family wholesome, simple, yet creative meals. i wondered how she gets her girls to down big glasses of green smoothies and how she handles keeping them eating healthy when we are surrounded by fast food restaurants on every corner, and influenced by the junk food on every shelf at the grocery store. i asked her a few questions, and love what she has to say about feeding kids healthy foods.


What does "a day in the life of Bella and Lucy" look like in terms of meals?
Every day is different! But here is an example of what we like:
Breakfast: Oatmeal topped with almond milk + walnuts + brown sugar --OR-- eggs and whole grain toast --OR--whole grain pancakes and 'real' maple syrup.
Snack: Goat milk yogurt or gluten free crackers and raw cheddar goat cheese
Lunch: Hummus + avocado wrap with cucumber
Snack: Homemade trail mix (raw sunflower seeds + pumpkin seeds + organic raisins) or Oatmeal bars and fresh fruit.
Supper: Veggie curry + brown rice

gluten-free pancakes, yummm. photo courtesy of sara janssen and blogged about here.

What decisions have you made concerning their diet that are a little unconventional, according to our society's standards?
We are vegetarian and try to avoid dairy, food colorings, trans fats, and preservatives. Those things alone make us pretty unconventional. :)

Have you ever received criticism about these decisions?
Of course! Anytime you make decisions that are different than someone else, there is the potential for them to feel like you are judging them. They might say things that seem critical, when in reality it's just them questioning what they are doing in their own life and working through it.

How do you handle eating in social settings, like birthday parties? For instance, do your girls eat cake and ice cream and snacks with the rest of the kids? 
Yes, when we're out and about, Bella eats what she wants (except for meat). Lucy doesn't eat dairy, but we do allow her some treats. It's never excessive and we still try to avoid colorings and such.

I really do believe that if you completely restrict a child's diet to the point of obsession...they will revolt against that when they get out in the "real world". The best way to ensure children will make those decisions on their own is to educate them and then give them freedom! Sometimes they will make good decisions, and sometimes they will indulge. Just like adults!

photo courtesy of sara janssen and blogged about here.

What are some tips you have for getting kids to eat healthy in an unhealthy world?
Change starts at HOME! Kids will eat whatever their parents are eating, almost without fail. To truly make a change in habits, all harmful foods need to be completely removed from the house. When healthy foods are the only option for the entire family, it's easy to make good choices!

Keep offering healthy food, even if it's rejected at first. Work hard to find nourishing foods that they truly ENJOY! Bring them shopping with you and have them pick out their top 3 favorite fruits!

Find substitutes for their unhealthy favorites and GO SLOW! Don't try to go cold turkey...it's possible to have severe withdrawal symptoms from removing sugar from the diet.

If they love pop, replace it slowly with something like Izze or another carbonated sweetened juice. Then try going to unsweetened flavored iced teas.

photo courtesy of sara janssen, and blogged here.

sara wrote one of my favorite articles about kids and food. be sure to check out sara's blogs happy foody and walk slowly, live wildly for more healthy eating and simple living inspiration!

5.20.2011

the end of our breastfeeding journey

The last time I nursed River was about three weeks ago. We were at a restaurant with some friends, it was late, and he was exhausted and cranky. So I nursed him. Something I hadn’t done in about five days. Then I let him fall asleep. Something I hadn’t let him do in about two months. I always loved nursing my baby to sleep. His sweet sleeping face, his loose jaw lazily nursing still. Even at 19 months, his chin still fluttered every now and then.

To be honest, I loved almost everything about breastfeeding. I loved the milky smiles -- I think every breastfeeding mama can agree with that. What’s sweeter than nourishing your child while they gaze up at you and grin lovingly? I also loved how when he was sad or scared of hurt, he only wanted to nurse. He would come to me. I was his comfort. It’s mutual enjoyment. Something only you can give to your baby.

I remember reading an article when River was about six months old about a mom and the last time she nursed her three-year-old. She said everything about nursing was bothering her. The things her daughter did when she nursed aggravated her -- how she played with a mole under her arm, the way her teeth felt while she nursed, the way she wiggled and squirmed and hummed. I didn't get it! I couldn’t imagine feeling that way about nursing.

But... that’s exactly how I felt when I got pregnant. I found out I was pregnant in February when River was 18 months old. He was still waking two or three times during the night to nurse, but as soon as we went on our trip to Pittsburgh, he started waking up nearly every hour. Thanks to first-trimester, suddenly my boobs hurt, I was throwing up every morning, on the sleep schedule of an infant, and a teary, emotional, impatient mess the rest of the time. I knew I had to night-wean.

I was seriously considering night-weaning shortly after his first birthday, but I knew it wasn’t the right time for us. I started by not nursing him to sleep, which I had never done. He was not one to be carried, snuggled, or rocked to sleep. The first night was a surprise. He cried and fussed quite unconvincingly for about ten minutes before he found a comfortable position on my chest (ahem, quite uncomfortable for me) and eventually dozed to sleep after a considerable amount of squirming. I was elated. The second night was a different story. This time I only let him cry for about five minutes -- but he got so hysterical he almost threw up. I couldn’t do this to my baby. So I nursed him to sleep and accepted that it was not the right time. Luckily, that’s around the time he stopped waking up as often during the night, and that was good enough for me.

A friend told me about Dr. Jay Gordon’s method for gentle night-weaning, and I liked that he was very pro-attachment parenting and that his technique for night-weaning was in line with that philosophy. Since we had been “practicing” going to sleep without nursing, I decided to go straight into refusing to nurse in the middle of the night during a seven-hour stretch.

The first night was rough. I didn’t think morning would ever come. The first time he woke up to nurse, he cried off and on for forty-five minutes. We co-sleep, so I was with him the entire time and he was never left alone. The second time he woke that night was not memorable enough for me to remember exactly how it went, but it wasn’t nearly as long as the first time. The second night was much more promising. This time he only cried for fifteen minutes the first time, and the next few times he woke up were only minutes long. The third night, he woke up once, fussed for a bit, and snuggled to sleep. Each morning at around five o’clock, he would nurse once before finally getting up at around seven-thirty.

Just as I was thinking things were going smoothly and I was the luckiest person alive, we had a major setback on the fourth night. I was not expecting this, but apparently, it's common when night-weaning to kind of take two steps forward, one (or three, or five) steps back. This time, he cried off and on for nearly two and a half hours. I was exhausted and grumpy and nauseous and I finally lost it. I yelled at him, I cried and gritted my teeth, and I think I even threw his sippy cup across the room. I had fallen over the edge. I felt like a failure as a mother for absolutely losing my patience with him, especially during a time that was as hard (or harder) for him as it was for me. It was more than I could handle. I called John, sobbing, and told him what a bad mom I was. He talked with me for a good while, assuring me I wasn't the worst mother on the planet (because in those moments, you truly believe you are). Then I snuggled and kissed River, told him over and over that mommy was so sorry, and nursed him to sleep then and every time he woke up that night. I woke the next day, thankful the night was over, but wondering if I had ruined the entire thing by nursing him all night.

Not so; surprisingly, the next night went smoothly, and within a week he was waking only once or twice a night to ask to nurse, and readily snuggled to sleep instead. In a month, he was sleeping through the night completely and stopped waking to nurse in the early morning. He was still nursing just as much during the day, but I quickly decided to start nursing less during the day. Because he wasn’t getting the calories during the night through my breastmilk, he was eating much more during the day, and was more willing to play or color or read books instead of nursing. Even though I still hadn’t planned on weaning completely, I realized that’s what I was doing. The idea of weaning him was so strange. Even as I was doing it, I could hardly believe it. Just the word -- weaning -- seemed out of place.

But it happened so gradually, so painlessly, that we both hardly noticed. I never felt guilty about weaning him before two years. There were a few times when I thought, I can’t believe we’re actually weaning. I can’t believe he’s done nursing. I can’t believe I’ll look back and say, our breastfeeding journey ended when he was 20 months old. It was bittersweet, and it was the right time. Maybe more for mama than for baby, but I was at the point where if I had continued to nurse him, I think it would have become harmful to our relationship. On top of the physical feelings of being in my first trimester, I was feeling mentally overwhelmed and over-touched, and in a way, felt that I had to get my body ready for the new child that would receive nourishment from my body -- now in my womb, and at my breast in five months. I also felt that I needed a break. I hadn’t worn a dress or a strapless top in almost two years!

River loved to nurse and it was such a big part of our relationship, I won’t be surprised if he wants to start nursing again when the baby is born. At this point, I can assume that will be fine with me, but I really can’t say whether I will let him right away. I may need time to establish breastfeeding with the new babe, or I may just feel too overwhelmed. I’ve always thought tandem nursing was a beautiful thing but never put it on myself as something I had to do. I think it’s important for a mama to take care of herself, too. Sometimes you have to take care of yourself first, in order for your child to have the healthiest childhood.

I’m glad the last time we nursed went the way it did. I remember being surprised he fell asleep, and I felt all of the sweet, comforting emotions of nursing him before I was pregnant. I don’t think I’ll ever forget. In a way, I'm very proud. I nursed a toddler. A walking, talking, running, active, mischievous toddler. Until he was 18 months old, he was literally not only surviving but thriving on my breastmilk alone (besides the occasional snack here and there). Twenty months... that's a long time. Not as long as I'd hoped, but a good, long while.

5.03.2011

wildflowers





a couple weeks ago we went to a potluck at a park, and on the way home the sun was shining just right on this small patch of wildflowers growing in between the highway, a valero gas station, and a street in our neighborhood. not the most picturesque spot, but i managed to hide the highway and gas station. river just so happened to have gotten very dirty at the park, so we removed his clothing and he was very cute-looking in his tennies and diaper. thankful for these little patches of life and beauty in the middle of the ugliness of conventional human living!

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