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Monday, February 27, 2012

Literary Mondays: Precious words to grow by

Last week, I shared my thoughts on Elisabeth Elliot's book, A Path Through Suffering.  It seems that I continually have a dear friend who is going through an especially trying time, but every month or two, the suffering friend is someone different.  Whether you're in the trial now or you've come through a rough period, I hope you find these words as precious and encouraging as I do.

"I pray that I may be responding now to all the Lord's dealings, for I know that the best fruit will be what is produced by the best-pruned branch. The strongest steel will be that which went through the hottest fire and the coldest water. The deepest knowledge of God's presence will have been acquired in the deepest river or dungeon or lion's den. The greatest joy will have come forth out of the greatest sorrow."

Elisabeth Elliot, A Path Through Suffering, p. 156-157


Take heart, my friend.  He is faithful.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Literary Mondays: A Path Through Suffering

A Path Through Suffering was written by Elisabeth Elliot and was originally published in 1990.  In the spring of 2011, a friend loaned it to me, and I'm still not sure if she knows that at the time, I was in the middle of a swamp of depression. 


This book is, by far, one of the most incredible books you could possibly read.  If you have not experienced deep pain yet, then you will.  It's important to develop a right view of God and suffering before you go through it. 

A Treasure Just for Me
I want to write a book review, not write a post about depression, so I won't belabor this point too much, but I do want to fill you in a bit.  In March, we nearly lost our son, who wasn't quite six weeks old.  It was a jolt, a trauma, for our family.  I held it together during the two weeks when we lived in a children's hospital, confident in God's sovereignty, but when we came home, the reality of it all hit completely and fully, and I fell apart for a few months.  I know that the depression was triggered by Andrew's emergency lung surgery, but I also feel it was something like postpartum depression, since I had just given birth.

It was somewhere in this dark period when Ann loaned me this book, and I'm in the last several pages of the book right now.  Why has it taken so long to read such a good book?  Elisabeth Elliot writes gems, with treasures to be mined.  When I read two pages of this book, I have to stop and reflect.  Sometimes I reflect on God's truth and mull over it, and other times, I'm brought back to one of the nights when I thought my baby would die.  And I praise God for the trial, as well as the comfort He provided in the aftermath. 

So I've read this book very slowly and thoughtfully, sometimes not picking it up for weeks, as I've gotten busy with Thanksgiving, Christmas, and other big events with the kiddos.  And then I come back to it, and I sigh at the stories she shares of others who have suffered, and her amazing application of scripture.

The Book Itself
Elisabeth Elliot begins each chapter with an excerpt from Lilias Trotter's Parables of the Cross, in which Trotter views plant life and the way that seeds must die to form new life.  Plant analogies pepper the book, since suffering is also a time of pruning in our lives. 

Elliot herself, as you probably know, is well acquainted with suffering.  She begins her book by sharing a conversation she had with her daughter:

What was I, a jungle missionary, to say to my own child of two when she learned the song "Jesus Loves Me" and wanted to know whether Jesus had loved her daddy too?  I gave her the truth: yes.  Next question:  Then why did He let the Auca Indians kill him? (p 20)

Throughout her book, Elisabeth Elliot has interwoven stories of women she has known, missionaries, and letters that have been written to her, along with scripture, to show God's beauty and perfect plan in suffering.  She also shares how she and others have dealt with the pain of suffering. 

She also defines suffering in a way that few people do:  Essentially, it's wanting what you don't have or not wanting what you do have.  Maybe you want a nicer home, a more godly husband, or you wish your child didn't have a certain diagnosis, be it a behavioral disorder or a health issue that will plague him for his entire life.  And then there are others with cancer.  Everyone suffers, although it often seems that some suffer more than others. 

Elliot writes: We may look at the various ways in which each of us is called to suffer as the Master Designer's shaping of the vessels meant to bear the seed of the divine life.  The design of each is directly related to the function, and thus He gives to each something unique to offer, something no other is capable of rendering back to Him. (p 132).

She answers objections to this view of suffering: Rise to a new plane? Live our new lives with Him? "But we have to live in the real world! We need something more practical!"

Nothing is more real and practical than the Word of God.  This world is not more real than the other world.  It won't last nearly as long.
(pp 138-139)


Should you read this book, you'll find your walk with God deepened, your faith strengthened, and your confidence rooted in the Lord and His word. 

Friday, February 17, 2012

The Sippy Cup and Milk Conundrum, or My Crazy Children

I keep thinking "Surely I'm not the only one with this problem."  Then I tell someone about my picky, weirdo kids, and I determine that maybe I AM the only one.  So let me share with you and you can help me decide.  And if, by chance, someone else ends up with this same problem, then they'll know what we did.

Here's the problem.  I have two kids.  When each of them has turned one, they have pretty much refused to drink milk. 

With my first, I tried mixing it with breastmilk. 

I tried letting it reach room temperature.

I even tried mixing it with chocolate.   

After a month of her refusals, I finally had an epiphany.

Change the sippy cup.

Here's the background information.  First of all, I nurse my kids until they're 1 or longer.  I rarely give bottles of pumped milk to the babies.  Bottles are just not worth the hassle and my youngest baby even refused to drink out of bottles, so it's not even an option.  We go from nursing to a sippy cup with nothing in between, so there's not bottle attachment to deal with.

By the time the babies reach one, they're only nursing a few times a day.  The rest of their fluid intake comes from a sippy cup of water, which I usually introduce around 6-8 months of age.  Juice is also a hassle to me.  It's an added cost and inconvenience, and it's also not very healthy.  But that's another story.

The bottom line is that my kids aren't used to drinking anything but water from their sippy cups. 

Now I'm super picky and struggle with perfectionism. It bothers me to deviate from my routine too much. I can handle deviating a little bit, if you give me 24 hour notice or something...that's my version of being flexible.  I'm not a "fly by the seat of my pants" kind of gal. Unfortunately, my daughter has inherited this trait.

When Isabelle puzzled me with her milk refusals, I had my epiphany because I finally started thinking like a baby.  I was giving her the same old sippy cups but when she lifted them up to gulp it down, she discovered some strange beverage that she wasn't used to.  It's kind of like when I'm served Coke instead of Dr. Pepper.  Coke is great, and I like it from time to time, but if I'm expecting DP and I taste Coke, my first reaction is going to be yuck!  This is how Isabelle responded too.

I bought a new sippy cup for Isabelle's milk and that did the trick.  She's still that way too.  When she was 25 months old, Andrew was born.  Damian left the hospital to go home and take a shower.  My sister approached him, perplexed because Isabelle would not drink anything!  He took one look at the cups and said "You've got it backwards.  You can't put water in the milk cup or milk in the water cup.  She'll never drink it." 

And Andrew?  We only had about one week of this not drinking milk nonsense.  First, I had to switch the milk, thanks to a dairy allergy.  Once I settled on coconut milk, I started trying out various sippy cups we already had, but he wouldn't tolerate it.  I even gave him the coconut milk through a syringe, just to see if he liked it.  He loved it and would whine for more, but refused to have it from a cup.  Finally, I bought a new, completely different sippy cup.  One with a straw.  The next day, he started pumping down the coconut milk. 

Now that he's drinking milk well, it's time to wean, baby, wean!  Normally, I would not be in a hurry to wean, but with another baby on the way, I'd love to have a short break from nursing.  I know that some of you who did extended nursing or tandem nursing probably think I'm a wimp, and that's OK.  I've been pregnant, nursing, or both since 2008.  Call me selfish, but I want a little break. 



So has anyone else dealt with this sippy cup and milk issue, or is it just my strange Daigle children?

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Update on Baby-Led Weaning

It has been over four months since I've shared anything about Baby-Led Weaning.  In this case, no news is definitely good news; our baby turned one last weekend and is a wonderful eater. 

Andrew was 8 months old the last time I wrote about following the BLW method.  Remember, this method involves primarily giving your baby finger foods and table foods as early as 6 months, rather than using pureed baby food.  You can view one of my earlier BLW posts for more information.

As Andrew got older, the approach seemed less novel and more normal.  It's pretty normal to see a 10 month old feeding himself, but it's rare to see an 8 month old chomping on pear slices, apple slices, and chunks of grilled fish. 

He really hasn't been limited by his lack of teeth.  His two bottom teeth came in around 6 months of age.  One of his top incisors came in at some point a couple of months ago, but until recently, that was the extent of his teeth.  Over the past two weeks, a few more top teeth have been popping through his gums.  So he's been a slow teether, but it hasn't kept him from eating table food one bit.


What does BLW look like on a daily basis?

Last week, we went out for dinner at Amigo Juan, my favorite tex-mex restaurant in town.  As I viewed the menu, I realized that I needed to order something that Andrew could eat too, instead of just worrying about feeding me and Izzy.  I settled on the fajitas, which I love anyway.  Andrew pigged out on fajita chicken, charro beans, and spanish rice.  He was the primary reason I ordered charro beans instead of refried beans.  My boy also loves the Mongolian beef at our favorite Chinese restaurant. 

For dinner last night, I gave Andrew a homemade dinner roll. Then I prepared a bowl of rice, roast, potatoes and cooked carrots. I mixed it up and dumped it on his high chair tray so that he could feed himself. When I make something like soup, I either plan an alternative meal for Andrew or (more likely), I just strain out the broth and give Andrew the meat and veggies for his dinner.

This works out best because Andrew is really not happy unless he's eating the same thing as the rest of the family.  He whines and screeches as soon as a new (hot) dish is brought to the table and is quite unhappy until he has the same food as everyone else.  Don't worry, we're working on that whole whining and screeching business!  I'm ready for Andrew to finally pick up the sign language we've been demonstrating.  It always seems to help prevent whining.

Lunch time for Andrew often consists of leftovers from dinner.  Izzy typically has a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and I haven't been ready to introduce peanut butter yet.  So for Andrew, I either give him leftovers or he has a bit of a snacky lunch--crackers, cheese, fruit, maybe a veggie or meat.   I do feed him applesauce sometimes, because it's a very convenient food.  Sometimes I make a grilled cheese sandwich for each of us. 

What are his favorite foods?
Andrew eats like a little man.  He loves meat and potatoes, as well as just about any vegetable.  He really enjoys grilled chicken or beef in any form, typically pot roast or something along those lines, since we don't do a whole lot of ground beef around here.  He's not a big fan of bananas but he does enjoy strawberries and apples as well as other fruit.  His absolute favorite thing to eat in the whole world is oranges.   He loves satsumas, clementines, or any other tangerine-like fruit. 

Would I do it again?
Without a doubt, yes I would. It was incredibly easy. It's only strange for those first few months, but as time goes on, you feel like you don't have to be so creative to find things that the baby can feed himself. Since life only seems to get more hectic as our family grows, I will definitely use this method for baby #3.

Andrew is a better eater than his big sister. I don't know if it's personality or if it's because of doing BLW, because he was and is a good nurser too. So it's hard to attribute his good eating habits to BLW, but I'm sure it has helped. 

My boy loves food. That said, he's a pretty lean baby. He looks very proportionate, and he is, but he's been in about the 10th percentile or so for the past several months. Our kids seem to be pretty lean, but our pediatrician says that's a good thing and that they're very healthy kids. With BLW, Andrew gets to control his portions completely, so we know he's eating as much as he wants.  I also love the transition from nursing to BLW--in both ways of feeding, the baby completely controls his portions.

If you're interested in trying BLW, do check out the book.  I wouldn't have felt comfortable with trying such a unique way of feeding my baby without reading the book.  After all, I know absolutely no one else who has done this method of introducing solids.  I read about it on several blogs, so the online mommy blogging community was a huge help in motivating me to try it.  La Leche League's Womanly Art of Breastfeeding also mentions the idea of letting babies self-feed, which gave me the impression that it's a natural, normal thing to do, although in reality, I don't know anyone who has actually done it. 

I really found BLW to be a low-pressure, fun way of introducing solids.  That alone makes it worth doing again.  But if you factor in the health benefits, it becomes an even more fascinating subject for consideration.   

Update:  Without knowing about my blog topic today, my husband came home from work this evening and told me about an article he read that says spoon-feeding puts babies at a higher risk for obesity.  Here's a slightly longer article that says the same thing.  While it's not guaranteed to prevent obesity, I think it definitely makes BLW worth considering.

Any questions or thoughts about BLW?  We have absolutely loved this method of feeding our baby, and I would encourage anyone who is expecting to consider this as well.  It just doesn't get any easier!

This post is part of The Humbled  Homemaker's Healthy 2Day Wednesday Link-Up! 

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Happy Birthday, Andrew!

Happy first birthday to Andrew Jay, my sweet baby boy! 

You are a blessing, a joy, and a total miracle from God.
This has been a great year and a tough year, but without the pain of nearly losing you, we wouldn't know what it is to be comforted and held completely by our Lord. 
Minutes old.

Six weeks old, in ICU.

Seven weeks old, in surgical recovery.


I love watching you play.  You're so happy as you investigate everything, rolling cars around and turning the pages of your board book.  It's sweet to hear you trying to sing songs along with me and your sister. Nothing makes you happier than to discover one of your big sister's favorite toys left unattended, because you just relish getting to hold something that belongs to her.  And when she asks for it back, you're happy to comply because making her happy also makes you happy.  I love listening to you two play and laugh so hard at each other. 



You have such a sweet and joyful spirit.  Your precious smile and big brown eyes are enough to make anyone melt.  Already, I can tell that you have a tender heart and a desire to please your mommy and daddy.
 

I can't wait to see what kind of young man you'll grow up to be.  I pray that you'll desire to please the Lord, to honor Him, and to serve Him every day.  I pray for your wife, that she'll be a godly woman, and that the two of you will enter marriage as pure and holy children of God.  I pray that you'll delight in the things that delight God, and that you'll have a heart for the lost. 

You will know all about your surgery and the day that we nearly lost you.  One day, you'll ask about your scars and we'll tell you all about them.  They're your Ebenezer stones, left to remind our family that "Thus far the LORD has helped us."  I'll continue singing the same songs to you that I sang to you in the hospital, songs of God's goodness and faithfulness, songs that will remind you that He is the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your savior.  We'll continue praying your life verses over you, the same verses that comforted us when we thought we might lose you. 

Your name means warrior.  At less than six weeks old, you fought for your life.  I pray that you'll be God's warrior, fighting for the Lord and winning spiritual battles as you become a man.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

A Review of Two Hanging Diaper Pails

I love my cloth diapers.  They're soft, they're adorable, and they have saved my family tons of money.  It does take some time to troubleshoot cloth and one challenge is figuring out where to store the diapers once they've been wet or soiled.

When I first started cloth diapering, I simply used my small trash can that served as a diaper pail when we were using disposables.  Since the trash can used grocery sacks as trash can liners, it was so small that it only held about a day's worth of cloth diapers, if that.  It became quite a hassle, but I also had so few cloth diapers that I was washing every day anyway, so it wasn't too bad.  Now that I have about three times as many cloth diapers, grocery sack diaper pails would never cut it.

When I was pregnant with my second baby, Andrew, I finally settled on hanging diaper pails as the best method for me.  I love both of my hanging pails so much and I have no idea how I made it without them.  Not only do they simplify cloth diapering, but they also remove the biggest problem most people have with cloth diapers, the odor. 

FuzziBunz Hanging Diaper Pail




This is the first hanging diaper pail I bought and it's my husband's favorite.  It retails for around $20, although I think I bought it for around $15 over a year ago.  I went with the buttercream color shown above, so that I would have a gender neutral color that nicely matches the buttercream color in my baby bedding. 

It's a very simple wetbag made out of PUL, like most cloth diapers.  It's really large and holds about 24 cloth diapers.  You can use it to line a diaper pail or you can use it as we do, hanging on a door near the changing table.  It has a zipper on the bottom to make it easy to dump the diapers into the washing machine with no contact with the dirty diapers.  Oddly enough, because it's open at the top, the odors are not bad because they're not closed up all the time.  It also has a small terry cloth patch inside that you can put a dab of essential oils on to control odor. 

This is a tip I learned somewhere on my cloth diapering journey.  A good quality tea tree oil is wonderful at controlling odors in your diaper pail.  You can put a bit onto a cloth wipe or a wash cloth to help with odors and then wash the cloth with the dirty diapers, since tea tree oil is great at killing bacteria.  With the FuzziBunz cloth diaper, I can put the oil right onto the little tab inside the bag.  The tea tree oil works so well that a cloth diapering friend came over and her first comment when she walked into the nursery was "I don't smell anything!  How do you do that??"  That's the real test of odor control!

I love the FuzziBunz bag because it's huge and the zippered bottom makes laundry a breeze.  My husband loves it because he uses the shake it out method of removing the inserts from the diaper.  Basically, you hold one small corner of the diaper and shake the thing to death to get the inserts out, so you never have to touch the wet insert. 

Wee Huggers Wee-be-gone Hobo Wet Bag

All it takes is one look at the two pictures to figure out which wet bag I love!  I received this one as a baby gift from a dear friend who also uses cloth.  She let me pick out which one I wanted, and I went with the ModBeads, again so that it would be fairly gender neutral.  At around $30, this one is definitely more of a splurge, but the perks of it are wonderful. 

First of all, it has a nice thick pul lining, covered with a fabric that's much more adorable than the FuzziBunz pail.  It is also large, but it only holds about 10 or 12 cloth diapers.  It has a zipper at the top, which makes this an especially good one for traveling (if you're brave enough to travel with cloth diapers). 

But here's the best part.  Inside, it has a charcoal patch that completely absorbs the ammonia-like smell of urine.  If you're skeptical, please, just trust me.  This thing works. 

If you're a crafty mama, like several of my cloth diapering friends, then you can always make your own hanging diaper pail and sew one of these Wee-be-gone patches into it.  At $7 a pop, they're totally worth it.  You can buy one from Pinstripes and Polkadots.  If you made your own, you could combine the functionality of the FuzziBunz bag with the adorable look and odor control of the Wee Huggers and end up with the perfect wet pail.

 

Where do you keep your dirty diapers until wash day?  Do you have any tips for reducing odor?

This post is part of The Humbled Homemaker's Healthy 2Day Link-Up as well as Raising Homemaker's Homemaking Link-Up.