Remember how I said I was making a surprise for New Crunchy Dad yesterday?
He’s been celebrating today by babbling, rolling around, and napping.Continue Reading
Hi there! 🙂
Bubba and I have been super busy today…
We drove around to grocery stores to get some special ingredients for a surprise I’ll be making for New Crunchy Dad tonight. 🙂
As we drove, we listened to the radio. I flipped through the channels at stop lights so we got a good variety of music.
We listened to pop, country, pop-country (at least I assume that is what it’s called!), rock, etc. Bubba liked it all.
I watched in the baby mirror as his eyes lit up and he wiggled from side to side in his car seat. His chubby legs were kicking to the beat of the music. It was quiet the sight. 😉
Then, a sad song came on.
I was expecting Bubba to go about his business of playing like he was before I turned on the radio.
Instead, he got quiet. He stopped babbling.
With concern I took a look in the mirror to find my sweet boy looking directly at me, with tears falling across his rotund baby cheeks.
He wasn’t making a peep, no wailing, crying or whimpering. If I had not have glanced back, I wouldn’t have known!
I reached back to hold his hand as we pulled into the parking lot of a store. I rushed into a parking space and swiftly pulled my weeping child out of his car seat and placed him close to my heart.
I gingerly stroked the top of his head, feeling what little hair exists.
“What’s the matter sweetheart?” I asked him, knowing he couldn’t tell me.
I gave him a kiss on the forehead and brushed the tears off of his face with my thumb.
The song ended and I pulled him in for a hug. When I drew him away from me to see how he was, he gave me a faint smile and wiggle in such a way as to indicate he wanted more cuddles.
I told him I loved him, and that it was okay to be sad.
We sat there for a while and I watched people walk past the window and peer in. I can’t imagine what they were thinking as they watched me hold tight to Bubba, his eyes a bit red from crying.
I felt a sense of something, pulling at me, telling me that I needed to hurry and get my shopping done.
I chose to silence it. There would be time for shopping soon.
My baby needed me. The groceries weren’t going anywhere.
The world might not slow down when he is sad, but I will.
I have learned that living with a baby, you notice very quickly that they are highly emotional creatures.
Their happiness is genuine, and their sadness is passionate.
As I held him I realized, many of the adults I know aren’t like this.
Emotions aren’t socially acceptable, at least, if they are beyond the surface level. I think that’s why the movie Frozen was such a success. The “conceal, don’t feel” message is something that so many of us are deeply familiar with.
I don’t mean I think we should like our emotions rule us, but I do think we should feel them deeply and accept them as a normal part of life!
I want to be more like Bubba, unashamed of raw emotion. <3
New Crunchy Mom
Hi there! 🙂
The time has come for Bubba to start rolling over. *sniffles*
We’ve been encouraging him, bating him with toys, and begging him to roll over.
I assumed he’d roll over closer to six months.
Boy was I wrong.
Painfully so, in fact. (for me, anyways)
My big bundle of joy was playing happily in the middle of the mattress (a few inches off the ground), and I decided to go get breakfast.
I glanced over at the kitchen (a whopping twelve feet away) and decided on a banana.
As I stood up I told Bubba, “You stay here, I’ll be right back.”
He gave me a devilish grin as I turned to walk away…
I reach the banana and began peeling it as I walked back to where I’d left Bubba.
I glanced up to find he wasn’t there.
My heart dropped as I looked down and found Bubba on the floor.
I never even heard a thump!
He looked up at me. I expected the tears to begin flowing, but instead I was met with maniacal laughter and a grin.
“Bubba! What DID you do?!” I asked as I panicked as I ran to him and scooped him up.
He didn’t even have a scratch!
Nonetheless, I called his doctor.
I explained what happened until I was out of breath and rambling.
The doctor assured me, babies falling off of things is practically a rite of passage, and as long as he was acting fine, she was not concerned.
*sigh* I suppose this is fate. Not only did I miss seeing Bubba’s first time to roll over, but he also managed to roll off of something on the first try!
Motherhood. It’s not for the faint of heart…
New Crunchy Mom
Hi there! 🙂
Bubba has been having a really hard time teething lately. Yesterday we were at the fair and I forgot his teething toy. *hangs head in shame*
As you might imagine, this did not bode well with Bubba.
Let me assure you, I will NEVER forget that toy again.
So, without further ado, here are the details on Bubba’s teething toy…
The Shop : The Wild Bees
I’d like to take a moment to tell you a little bit about the woman behind this shop. She is a mother of 3 and this shop is part of how she is able to stay home with her three lovely children! Should you choose to buy from her shop, you will be supporting her and her family and giving them the ability to spend time together and not have to worry about bills.
The Price : $6.00, shipping was free so this was the only cost.
The Materials : Wood, 100% organic beeswax, and 100% organic olive oil.
The Pros :
The Cons :
The Verdict : We love it! 🙂
If you’d like to get a teething toy like this, a silicone teething necklace, or an amber necklace, please go to The Wild Bees shop! If you buy two teething toys like the one we have, the price is lowered to $10.
And, for this week only (ending on Sunday, September 27th, 2015) you can use the special coupon code “summer15” to get 15% off your order!
You can find The Wild Bees on Facebook here!
New Crunchy Mom
If you were home schooled or ran around in Fundamentalist Christian circles, you’ve probably heard of something called purity culture or purity rings.
You can get a purity ring in just about any Christian book store, or at any purity culture event, like the Silver Ring Thing.
Mine looked like this…
Some children actually signed a contract when they received or bought their rings. These contracts were not legally binding because the youth were underage at the time of signing them, but many children were led to believe that they were.
I grew up in a fundamentalist-minded, Christian homeschool group. The parents in this group wanted the best for their children. So, they turned to the purity culture promises.
Do this and your child will never have a broken heart. Follow this formula for your child’s relationship and they’ll never deal with the pain of a break up. Do things God’s way and your child’s relationship will be blessed.
Except the promises of purity culture crumbled. They were well intended lies, nothing more.
Kiss dating goodbye, but don’t kiss before marriage. If you screw up, you are the equivalent of chewed gum, spat in water, dirty, unclean, a whore, etc.
But you know what? That’s wrong.
To think that there is a formula for relationships to work out perfectly is foolish!
Those parents wanted what they thought was best for their kids. They suffered broken hearts and didn’t want to see their children do the same.
But they were wrong.
What they didn’t know is this: If you follow all of the rules, all of the legalism, and buy into all that purity culture says is true, your spouse will still break your heart.
I do not know one single couple on this earth that has not experienced a broken heart.
My husband has broken my heart before. And you know what? That’s okay. I knew that someday that would happen, because we told each other it would.
We weren’t waiting with bated breath for it to happen, but we weren’t surprised either. We had realistic expectations on our side.
Relationships are hard, whether you choose to wait or not. And waiting will not guarantee that you will always be happy and love each other the same way you did when you fell in love.
I don’t regret my decision to wait, but I do regret the purity culture lies that I believed to make it there. I was naive. I was a jerk to people who chose not to wait. If you are one of those people, I’m sorry.
I want my son to learn from this. I want him to know:
I love you, Bubba!
New Crunchy Mom
If you enjoyed this post, please consider buying my book on purity culture, legalism, and spiritual abuse called The Scarlet Virgins!
“A chewed up piece of gum.”
These cringe-worthy phrases from Christian purity culture ingrained themselves in the minds of the impressionable youth of my generation. Fearing the destruction of their children’s bodies and souls as the world around them became caught up in pushing a progressive sexual agenda, our parents and thought leaders rose up and sought to fight back against the lewdness and promiscuity surrounding us.
Unfortunately, their approach was entangled with fear and pain, going so far as to criminalize all forms of affection. This bore fruit of unprecedented physical, mental, and spiritual consequences as our worth and identity were found in what we did and didn’t do sexually, not in Christ and His sacrifice for us. The heavy-handed and legalistic emphasis on sexual-purity-at-all-costs left a legacy of emotional and spiritual devastation in its wake that follows many even into adulthood.
This book takes a vulnerable look at these issues through the eyes of someone who experienced it firsthand. It seeks to identify what purity culture got wrong and bring peace to the hearts of those whom it has wounded so deeply, by exposing the truth: It is Christ who makes us pure.
I am pleased to announce that Bubba and I went to work (babysitting) for the first time since he was born.
How is this possible?
Babywearing, of course!
Our job was simple…
Keep Thing 1 and Thing 2 from killing each other for five hours.
Thing 1 and Thing 2 are brothers. It was definitely not as simple as I thought.
Thing 1 and Thing 2 took late naps, so I was instructed to wake them up at 6 pm-ish.
I went to get Thing 1, the eldest, did not appreciate my gentle knock on his door, or me turning on the light. I walked away to go get Thing 2, in hopes that Thing 1 would come around eventually.
Thing 2 was much more receptive to my attempt at a wake up call. He scurried to the edge of his crib, eager to be picked up. Bubba got excited by the prospect of another baby to play with and he excitedly dug his heels into my sides in a “giddy up” fashion.
Thing 2 went looking for Thing 1 and was met with the same toddler beast that I had been previously. I asked them both if they would like some milk and they sprinted to the kitchen without hesitation.
Mission Accomplished! New Crunchy Mom: 1, Things: 0.
With sippy cups full of milk, Thing 1 and Thing 2 wandered into the living room. They plopped down on the couch with eyes glazed over and chanted in unison, “Octonauts! Octonauts!” Except in their tiny, excited munchkin voices it sounded like “Acanot! Acanot!”
Puzzled, I got in communication with the The Boss for translation assistance. Upon leaning that “Acanot” meant “Octonauts” I was given permission to let them watch Octonauts.
There was just a slight problem…
I don’t own a television, and haven’t touched a remote in two and a half years.
On top of this, they didn’t have a conventional remote. Instead they had this magical tablet device that had internet and commanded the TV.
Ultimately, I gave the tablet to Thing 2, who swiftly turned on Octonauts…bested by an 18 month old *hangs head in shame*
New Crunchy Mom : 1, Things : 1.
After letting Thing 1 and Thing 2 watch an episode of toddler crack…I mean Octonauts…;) I asked them what they wanted for dinner. After I was met with blank stares, I mentally played back the list of options The Boss had given me.
“How about chicken nuggets?” I offered.
Thing 2 lit up with excited and Thing 1 exclaimed, “Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah…” in approval.
I went off to the kitchen to find the nuggets and nuke them in the microwave. After digging through the bottom of the fridge, I found them and went on to digging for something to put them on to cook.
Lo and behold, there came a shriek from the living room.
I prayed as I ran, with Bubba jiggling and laughing in the K’tan on the way.
I came upon Thing 1 being trapped under a round laundry basket by Thing 2. Thing 2 didn’t weigh enough to completely hold Thing 1 in, so the laundry basket gyrated up and down with the force of an angry three-nager (that is a three year old teenager, for those of you that don’t know) under it.
I took a deep breath and politely said, “Thing 2, get off of Thing 1!” while attempting to pry his little hands off of the top of the hamper. Thing 2 grinned and started jumping up and down, to the dismay of both myself and Thing 1.
I swept Thing 2 up, in a lady-like fashion, and tossed him over my shoulder. He thought it was quite fun, judging by the giggles. Thing 1 scrambled out from under his prison and after a quick nod at me and a moment of straightening his clothing, he was back to watching Octonauts.
New Crunchy Mom : 2, Things : 1.
After I successfully warmed the chicken nuggets, I gave Thing 1 and Thing 2 four each and sat the plates down in front of the them.
This resulted in Thing 2 eating all of his, and two of Thing 1’s nuggets. Thing 1 declared he was not hungry and that he wanted an orange. I blinked, sighed, and turned to search the kitchen for oranges. Thing 1 and Thing 2 trailed behind me.
I opened the pantry door and behind me I heard two tiny gasps. Thing 2 spewed nugget crumbs out of his mouth in excitement. I turned to see what it was that was so exciting…
“Mommy says we can have those!” Exclaimed Thing 1 while pointing to a box of chocolate chip muffins.
Thing 2 nodded vigorously.
“Are you sure?” I said.
“Yes, mommy let’s us have all of them.”
“Mmkkkayyy, I’m going to ask mommy, then you can have some.”
Their faces became serious and they looked at each other.
“No that’s okay, just trust me.” Thing 1 said.
I sent a text to The Boss and waited for a reply. Lucky too, because the little con artists information was incorrect.
They got a muffin each, despite their protests. Then my phone buzzed again.
“We are on our way. Can you get them ready for bed?”
I said, “Okay guys, time to brush teeth and put on PJs.”
As soon as the words left my lips, it was obvious I was in trouble…
Thing 1’s face morphed into a red and puckered pout, while Thing 2 hung his head and folded his arms dramatically.
“Please, let’s go. Mommy and Daddy will be home soon.” I said.
Bubba began burrowing for a boob. Now I was faced with mealtime and bedtime.
I shooed the Things to go find their clothing, but I was met with blank stares.
I reached the the tablet to turn off the TV and was met with Thing 1 falling onto the floor at my feet. I switched off the TV and the tears began flowing.
I scrambled to put the tablet at a height unreachable for the Things and was met with many protests.
The Boss walked in just in time to see me chasing down Thing 1 with his tooth brush, begging him to use it…
New Crunchy Mom : 2, Things : 2.
It’s not over, Things, it’s not over…
New Crunchy Mom
Don’t mind me. My heart has just shattered into a million tiny pieces. You are probably stepping on them…
My baby went on a trip to the store, without me! *sniffles and tears*
What is worse is that he didn’t miss me one bit! Well, until he got hungry anyway.
It was harder on me than Bubba, obviously…
At least the Walmart was only five minutes away.
I think I told New Crunchy Daddy not to wreck about a thousand times.
What did I do while they were gone? Well, I took a shower, alone, and cried.
How did you handle your baby’s first outing without you?
New Crunchy Mom
You know who you are…
The creative ladies.
The ones who can perfect any makeup trick out of a magazine with seemingly no effort.
The ones who can bake that gluten-free cake from the recipe book AND make it taste good on the first try.
The ones who pull a kid’s craft off of Pinterest and makes it look like a professional work of art.
The ones who sell beautiful, handmade jewelry on Etsy and make a good living doing it.
The ones who can sew the most beautiful things I’ve ever laid eyes on.
The ones who seem to never fail no matter what womanly endeavor they set their eyes on.
I’ll be honest here…
Sometimes, I don’t like you.
How are your vehicles so ridiculously clean?
How is it that you feed your friends or family a new dish that they love every single time you try?
How is it that you are always put together with gorgeous clothing, jewelry and makeup?
How is it that your dorm, apartment or house is decorated to perfection?
What is your secret?
Did I miss something?
Every time I put on makeup, I look like a raccoon.
My apartment is sanitary, but has clutter.
My car looks like Toys-r-us exploded in it.
I can’t even cut straight with a pair of scissors.
I can bake gluten-free, but only because my husband taught me.
Sometimes I wonder if your life is really as perfect as it seems.
My instincts tell me no.
I bet that the snapshots I see of your life as just that : snapshots.
I’m sure your house is clutter sometimes too. I’m sure you’ve hidden burnt or otherwise uneatable food in your trash can too. Maybe you even have a few “Pinterest fails” under your belt, like me.
You’ll still be inspiring to me.
New Crunchy Mom
P.S. If you ladies are holding out on me with some sort of magic fairy dust that cleans your house and cooks, I’m going to send Bubba’s boogers to your house. 😉
Hey there 🙂
Bubba and I were supposed to go to a wedding that starts in about 3 minutes.
I don’t know if it’s teething, tiredness or tummy ache, but this child cried for an hour straight. I hope he’s happier when he wakes up! :O
It’s been a bit rough lately. He’s acting up when New Crunchy Daddy has to go to work and he’s learned to pinch, hit and kick.
Not maliciously, yet, thank goodness. But this baby has some claws!
We’ve been trying to redirect him, and at first it was working.
He’d pinch, or hit, and we’d pry his nails out of our flesh and tell him, “No, nice hands.”
The novelty wore off and he’s back to it. I tried fake crying today. Any guess as to what Bubba did?
Yeah, he laughed. Guess I need a new plan…
Every time I get overwhelmed or angry or frustrated I just remind myself that he doesn’t have the same understanding of the world that I do, and crying is his only form of communication.
The best way I’ve found to calm down during his more intense moments is reminding myself to treat him the way I wanted to be treated as a child: with understanding, patience, and an overabundance of unconditional love. <3
How do you keep calm during your child’s crisis?
New Crunchy Mom
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