A Moo-velous Giveaway

I've never been a big milk-drinker. I come from a place where sweet tea is preferred with any meal. But I expect my toddler to drink three cups a day, so I was thrilled to hear about Magic Milk Straws.
Instead of a powder you stir into your milk to flavor it, the straws have little flavor beads built in. Regular milk is transformed before it hits your lips to become one of ten flavors. These babies are part of the official "got milk?" campaign.
Magic Milk Straws were a hit among my family. The packaging is super convenient, easy to store, carry and dispose of. CeCe and I enjoyed the Strawberry Banana where my niece was a fan of the Neopolitan. 
Here are the quick hits about the straws:
  • No Artificial Flavors, Colors or Preservatives
  • Gluten Free
  • Low In Sugar
  • Lactose Free
  • No Fat, No Cholesterol
  • Safe For People With Corn, Nut and Soy Allergies
You can find out more here about these nifty little milk treats. And I have a few to give away! You can enter one of two ways: Leave me a comment here on the blog telling me why you would like to win an 18-count of assorted Milk Straws! Or, enter on the Baby Bump Lexington Facebook page here by becoming a fan and commenting on the status. And yes- you can enter twice :) 


Bossy Baby

I don’t know who bought CeCe the pair of bossypants she has been wearing, but I would really like to return them to the store. Maybe exchange them for some sweetpants, or some good-listener pants, or some always-agreeable pants.

The books warned me that around 2 years old, my baby would start having opinions. That’s an understatement.

It’s like CeCe wakes up knowing she ONLY wants to eat yogurt today. She ONLY wants to play with her farm animal puzzle and she ONLY want to watch the one episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse where Pete hosts a luau. Any deviation from this plan will be met with screaming and hissy fits.

I've found a lack of vocabulary words is a major culprit to what causes the fits. CeCe’s vocabulary expands everyday. But I can see how frustrated she gets when she knows in her mind what she is asking for, but her mouth can’t express the desire. I’ve sat in utter desperation in front of my refrigerator trying to figure out what “EE-GO!” is. It’s yogurt, by the way.

Beyond the communication gap and her specific desires each day for food and entertainment, CeCe is also bossy at the coloring table. She often drags me by my finger to her table and smacks the seat of a chair. “SIT.”

Sometimes I sit in the other chair, just for giggles. There are no giggles when I try this. Only glares and shouts of “NONONO- MY SEAT!”

So I relent and take my designated chair, and pick up some crayons. Another misstep. CeCe decides which crayons I will be coloring with. If I pick up a color that has not been assigned to me, she promptly takes it away.

I’m learning to understand the gibberish, but the outright bossiness has got to go. Because I really want to be able to use the fuchsia crayon next time we draw flowers.

Pasta is on the CeCe pre-approved food list for the time being.

Her Inner Voice

Responsibility is a word used often in parenting. I knew I was making some big promises when I got pregnant. I am responsible for making sure my baby is fed, clean, clothed, for making sure there are no knives within reach, buckling her car seat correctly, and her general well-being on a moment-to-moment basis.
But lately another responsibility has been made glaringly obvious, and it is the heaviest one so far. The responsibility of giving my child confidence.
CeCe is taking a gymnastics class, and I've turned into the type of parent I used to think was over-the-top. Every skill CeCe attempts gets a round of applause. It doesn't matter if it is her first or tenth try, we give her high fives. Whether she succeeds or falls on her butt, Matt and I are the loudest parents in the room, with our cries of "Way to go!" and "Awesome job, babe!"
I didn't play competitive sports, so I was not bombarded with the term "loser" very much. I was in theater, where there was no keeping score. My parents were in the audience for every single show, and they clapped as loud the third time as they did the first time I performed my big musical number. I didn't realize at the time how that was shaping me. 

My parents often told me outright that I did a great job, and in retrospect I can see there were times I probably wasn't that great. But those words they spoke turned into whispers that have echoed in the back of my head throughout my life. Feelings of self-doubt and insecurity do happen, but those whispers quietly take hold and subconsciously remind me of how I should feel about myself.

When I picture my ideal future for CeCe, I don't imagine any certain job or lifestyle. I want to see strength and security. I want her to have the ability to pick herself up and ignore the taunts of others. I want her to know that there is no failure that can stop her from trying again, and that she doesn't have to be perfect to be amazing. I want her to know that life is incredibly hard, but she can make it work if she stays positive.
There is a quote that sums up how I feel about this new-found responsibility: "How you talk to your child becomes their inner voice." My inner voice tells me I am smart, that life isn't fair so I won't always win, but that I can do big things and do them well. Raising a daughter who possesses confidence and a solid sense of self is my next big thing. It's a good thing my inner voice is telling me I can do it well.

Let 'er Roll!

Instead of a Mommy's Favorite Things, this installment should be called "Mommy's Favorite Place." I'd like to take a minute to brag about my future Olympian, and give a shout out to her awesome gymnastics class.

In lieu of birthday or Christmas presents this year, I decided to request a hobby for CeCe. We don't need any more toys in this house, and the child's closet is already overstuffed with new clothes. So instead of stuff piled on stuff, I asked the grandparents for donations to an activity fund. And the activity we chose was gymnastics.

The Little Gym on Richmond Road in Lexington offered a free introductory class. We took CeCe just to see how she would react, and there was no turning back- our little girl was hooked. We sang, played with music shakers, worked on coordination and following directions, and that doesn't even touch on the actual gym equipment.

So far CeCe has learned to do a front roll (which is now done repeatedly across the living room floor on a daily basis), climbed a mini-rock wall, walked the balance beam, hung from the uneven bars and more. We can attend one class and one practice session a week, and it has been a great relief to know we have gym time coming up when the little gal has excess energy to burn.

Parent/child classes start for babies as young as four months old, and tuition is $72 a month. We adore the staff and it's such fun to hear CeCe shout "Gym! Climb! Reach!" when we leave the house to head to class.

Here is our future Gabby Douglas on the balance beam:

*** On another note, BabyBumpLexington published the first article in a new series called "Pin Points," where we test child-related Pins from Pinterest and review the results! Check it out here to read about homemade finger paints and a fun art project for toddlers.