I breastfed and then made Miles' babyfood at home from organic ingredients until he was about 18 months old. Now I consider it a victory if we only go to McDonald's once a week. Sigh.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen! :P
Seriously, I admire your perseverance. I suspect I'll be getting my organic baby food out of jars, especially after I start work again. I've never been particularly keen on cooking (although I do love to bake) so Humuhumu will be learning about the delights of fish finger sandwiches, pizza and takeaway curries sooner rather than later...
The hardest one to avoid is tv. At some point as they get older you will cherish the idiot box for its instamagic babysitting appeal while you can tend to small errands in the home or other personal hygiene in peace. Conversely, it is easy to avoid all candy/sugar as much as possible for at least 2 years. Once they get a taste of that heroin all bets are off, but the longer the delay, the less addiction will ensue.
There is a point in the sigmoidal plot of parenthood when it all flips and you see single people as the worthless drones they are and just think anyone without a kid is just missing out on the entire point of being alive.
I don't object to TV. She hasn't watched much since she started sleeping through the night but I don't mind showing her YouTube videos ("C is for cookie", "Mahna Mahna" and the like) and nature programmes on iPlayer.
I loooove sugary things so I'm not going to be surprised if she's a little addict as soon as she gets a taste.
Having a sense of humor helps sanity and maybe more of a natural reaction? maybe she can even feel or pick up on your ease or you don't know it but you're both laughing and smiling bigger.
I hope so. I do have sense of humour failures occasionally, and then our mutual disgust makes things worse. :P
Aw, thank you. It's pretty fun being a mum...most of the time. ;)
Wait until she learns civil disobedience and goes boneless. I found I am not above giving zerberts to rectify the situation.
Bwaha. I look forward to employing motivational zerberts.
Wow, me too! Writing that one down :)
I particularly get the third. It's taken me quite a long time to get even vaguely comfortable interacting with him in a baby-pleasing kind of silly way.
I still feel uncomfortable doing it in public. If she's not playing up, I talk to her like an adult.
Hmmm, I've found working as a body-art model and face-painter for kids of all ages has whittled my concern for personal dignity down a fair bit already; will have to monitor at what point it crumbles away entirely once childed.
Oh, and spit-up, gosh: my pet parrot pooed on me so regularly I wore a flannel draped over my shoulders whenever he was out of his cage flying about. And then the various minor injuries and property damages inflicted by my cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, rabbits: I predict from the Shit My Kids Ruined site that'll all be outdone by age two.
Still, seems worth it. :)
I didn't think I was terribly precious about my dignity until I had a child, I must admit. Now I realise that I only *thought* I was a bit of a hippie. ;)
It's totally worth it.