Love letter to our little

Callen is 18 months! Man, I love this age!

This past Sunday, we formally dedicated Callen to the Lord. Of course, we'd done so many time in our personal thoughts and prayers as we sought guidance and asked for blessings for him. But Sunday our church community joined us in committing to do our best to show him Jesus, to give him unconditional love and to entrust him into God's hands day after day.

For a bit of background, in our church we treat dedication as more of a commitment on the part of the parents and church family to love and guide the child in the way of the Lord, rather than as a guarantee of the child's right-standing with God. We believe when the child is older, they still must choose for themselves whether to follow the Lord.

Our church invites parents to write a letter to their child expressing how the child is a gift and how they hope to guide the child. Our letter is as imperfect as we are parents, but also as full of love. Here is it (with some parenthetical notes).

Dear Callen,

You are our pumpkin bear, our chicken wiggle, our little man. (Josh asked that I read that first line. It might have, maybe, possibly had something to do with the fact that I critiqued his pronunciation of "pumpkin" during the letter composition: "Honey, it's more like punkin..." Knowing I would never make it through the whole thing without crying, I let him take it after that.) We are crazy about how God knit you together, though we know we will spend a lifetime getting to know all the wonders he has put inside you. We love your big hugs and little pats on the shoulder. You make us laugh with your silly ways, and we love watching you as you learn how to do it on purpose. You take joy in the small things and help us see light on dark days. And the way you and Gavin play is just awe-inspiring.

We are so, so grateful that God has chosen to make us your parents. Woohoo! (Somehow, the woohoo was not read aloud...hmmm...) We for sure hit the jackpot with you and Gavin. And we are so humbled. You and your brother make us want to be our best selves, and though we are frail, we know that the Lord is faithful to do more than we ask or seek as we continue to rely on Him.

Today we, with our family and our church community, pause in this sacred space and commit to do all we can to help you know and take stock in the love of a God who spared nothing, not even His own Son, to make a way for you to be His forever. How we hope that at each step, you say “yes” to what God has for you. Yes to grace, yes to joy, yes to love, yes to the adventure of faith. How we pray that the clumsy, imperfect way we walk this walk somehow still helps you see life with Jesus as the truest north, the greatest reality and worth anything you have to give up to pursue it whole-heartedly.

We pray that as you get to know your creator and as you live in community with your church family, you are inspired: (I added a few lines below after we read the letter in church because I kept struggling with how to say what I wanted to say until I was cutting up pineapple in a quiet house the next day. Doesn't that happen to everyone?)

To be kind – taking the time to make the world a better place in simple ways

To wonder – taking in the countless ways God weaves beauty into our lives

To be compassionate – seeing others as God does and acting out of a loving heart

To join God in his ongoing rescue of the oppressed – shining light in dark places

To keep your heart open – listening to others, giving help and being ready to receive help

Callen, you are already such a valued member of our community. We take joy in knowing that God will continue to use you to teach us. We look forward to learning from what we hope you are bold enough to share, and brave enough to ask. We pray that you and your brother love and lead, being always ready to humbly point people to Jesus.

As we share a few of the hopes and dreams we have for you today, we want you to know that we will love you no matter what you do. We hope you will always see our love as a safe place to come home to, and yet the love we have for you cannot compare to the love God has for you.

You are a treasure. We love you, son. 

Love,
Daddy and Mommy

What Callen is doing at 14.5 months

I wrote a handful of these "what he is doing" posts for my first son, and in typical second-child fashion, I've done none for my second. Nor are there any pictures of him hanging on the wall. No photo books. His baby book is empty. Sigh.

But, our lives are full of joy, full of all kinds of chores and tasks, full of adventure, full of giggles and snickers and belly laughs -- full. And that's good. And here are some of the things that are filling us up lately.

Just today:

• He was saying "du-du" for duck and making a Donald-Duck-type quacking sound (that he surely learned from daddy).
• He was making a kissing sound! He's already blown kisses and given kisses, but today he just made the sound when we were talking about kisses and then later when we were tucking Gavin in for his nap. (Awww.)
• He signed "milk!" (He's already doing "all done" and "more.")

Also recently, he's started saying his version of "blehck" when I say something is yucky (and just today, he did it when I said something was "not for babies" -- precious! And when he wants picked up, he holds his arms straight up and stiff now instead of relaxed like he used to and looks at us like, "I'm cute. I know this is cute!"

Last week, he started making the chomping sound when he eats something, or pretends to eat something, or when I find a scrap of paper on the floor and pick it up before he can grab it and put it in his mouth.

And when he finishes a sip of his drink, he sometimes says, "Ahh." Which he learned from his grandma. Ha ha!

Other sounds he makes: the vroom of a car or plane, the toot of a train and animal sounds for elephant, cat, dog, cow, horse.

His words are (in order of appearance):

da-da (just before 11 months)

ma-ma (used sparingly, usually when he's mad, just like Gavin did)

na-na: can mean any food, but usually banana, orange (because in Spanish it is naranja); he uses it more when he's eating something he loves

tap

ba (can conveniently mean button, berries, ball, box, or any number of things) 

He loves to dance, even to something as simple as his brother's beat boxing and guitar sounds. He loves to clap, and if he doesn't have two hands free when he wants to clap, he'll pat his chest. He claps after songs, when he hears others clapping or when I tell him "good job." Be still my heart.

He loves toys! For as long as I can remember, he has loved them. Such a change from Gavin, who only loved playing outside or playing with me until he was about 3. Callen especially loves nesting cups, stacking, putting lids on containers and stirring with a spoon and bowl, but he will imitate almost any action with a toy the first time he sees it (if developmentally able). This should come in "handy" when his brother employs him as an accomplice for all his impish ideas...which I'm sure will happen way sooner than I think. Like tomorrow.

And finally, Callen's love tags: those sweet names that don't always make sense but are inspired by pure baby cuteness and flow out of my mouth when I'm all caught up in it. As you'll see below, the love tags have tended to revolve around anything having to do with pumpkins and bears. (I don't know why.)

Pumpkin
Bear
Pumpkin Bear
Sweet Bear
Pumpkin Butter
Pumpkin Muffin
Wiggle Worm
Chicken Wiggle (because of the Slugs and Bugs songs that is just so perfect)
Cuddle Bear
Huggie Bear
Snuggle Bear
Snuggle Pop
Snuggle Pocket

And if you think some of those are weird, you should check out Gavin's baby/toddler love tag list. It was way weirder.

Too much of a good thing

Well, here I am...on the other side of the birth of our second child. It's been about two months (when I started writing this and three months at the time of its publication...I've been busy), and because of some things we've experienced, I feel compelled to make this post since about nursing. It all comes back to feeding with this blog. It was my nursing experience with my first son that motivated me to start this blog to begin with and then to ask my friends to share their stories.

But this wasn't the first blog I planned to write after baby's arrival. There were several others floating around in my head:

Like the one about my first outing with the boys by myself...where I went to put them in my car only to find a spiderweb going from the garage ceiling to my car door. Yeah, it may have been a while since I had left the house.

Or the list of hilarious (sometimes impish) things our three-and-a-half year old is doing and saying.

Or my candid take on my first six weeks and how hard it was to just enjoy baby what with all the healing, nursing, preschooler-entertaining, baby-cry-interpretting, spit-up-wiping and midnight-waking (and 2am-waking and 4am-waking) I was doing. And how nothing gave me more joy and hope and relief and perspective than hearing my husband coo with or talk to or even sarcastically joke with our new little one. His demonstration of patience and joy during such a difficult time (albeit a precious time) was a lifeline for me.

But I don't have time to write four posts. Truth be told, I should be paying bills right now or five or ten other things. I mean every moment that my children are not making an immediate demand is a moment I still must choose between cleaning myself, nourishing myself, cleaning the children, cleaning the house, reading up on the latest newborn or preschooler problem we are facing, or -- in a moment of indulgence -- texting other mom friends to solicit or offer support. And only one can win at a time. And notice how blogging (among many other things) is not on the list.

And yet I feel compelled to get this out there.

Both of our sons have dealt with infant reflux -- what doctors tell me are moderate cases. Gavin -- though always a spitter -- wasn't bothered by his until he was six months old (at the exact time when Josh went to London for a mandatory 12-day trip with his PhD cohort -- yikes!) None of the meds worked for him, so (with our doctor's blessing) we tried a kids version of the digestive enzymes that helped my reflux, and they worked wonders. I'm going to come back to this, but this post is really about Callen.

Sweet Callen was bothered by his reflux from about week 2. We did all the positioning techniques, I cut out dairy and caffeine (including chocolate -- kill me), and we reluctantly started him on Zantac. All of this did help a little, but it was still very bothersome to him and also interrupting his sleep (double kill me).

Spit up is a serious affair around our house. In the interest of clothing preservation, we retired our burp cloths and chose instead to drape ourselves in receiving blankets.

I wanted to try him on enzymes since they worked for Gavin, but my doctor wanted me to wait until he was two months before I tried them. So I'm counting down the days until he turns two months. Meanwhile, I am a constantly-hungry nursing mother getting sick of her dairy-free snack options. I mean I normally don't eat a ton of dairy anyway but especially when you're sleep-deprived you should at least get to indulge in some mac-n-cheese or some pizza or something! Okay, where was I... Three days before Callen turned two months, I happened upon a message board where moms were talking about dairy-free snacks. Unfortunately there were no good ideas to be had, but one mom commented that she went off dairy for a while but discovered that her problem was really a foremilk/hindmilk imbalance. I had heard of foremilk and hindmilk and knew you were supposed to let the baby empty each side to get to the fattier hindmilk, but I'd never heard of an imbalance. So of course, I did the scientific thing and googled it. (Sidebar: Right now there is a red squiggly line under "googled." You would think Google would relish their name becoming a verb and add it into their [Blogger's] spell check dictionary...)

Well, Google did not let me down. I found this article from La Leche League International.  It talks about how an oversupply of milk can mean the baby is not getting to the hindmilk, especially if the mom switches sides as a rule or for her comfort. Hindmilk is important for development, but also digestion. Just like in cow's milk, the thinner foremilk has more lactose. If the baby is getting too much foremilk, his or her system is being flooded with more lactose than it can handle. According to the article, symptoms include:

• Baby cries a lot, and is often very irritable and/or restless
• Baby may sometimes gulp, choke, sputter, or cough during feedings at breast
• Baby may seem to bite or clamp down on the nipple while feeding
• Milk sprays when baby comes off, especially at the beginning of a feeding
• Mother may have sore nipples
• Baby may arch and hold himself very stiffly, sometimes screaming
• Feedings often seem like battles, with baby nursing fitfully on and off
• Feedings may be short, lasting only 5 or 10 minutes total
• Baby may seem to have a "love-hate" relationship with the breast
• Baby may burp or pass gas frequently between feedings, tending to spit up a lot
• Baby may have green, watery or foamy, explosive stools
• Mother's breasts feel very full most of the time
• Mother may have frequent plugged ducts, which can sometimes lead to mastitis (breast infection)

We had all of the symptoms. So I decided to try to reduce my supply through the block nursing method suggested in the article. Please look at the article for a better description, but basically block nursing is staying on one side for a block of time -- for me it was for an entire nursing session -- then switching to the other side. Since he was on a 3- to 3.5-hour schedule, I was going 6-7 hours before switching sides. Pretty uncomfortable at first (the article has tips for avoiding plugged ducts and mine are at the end of this post), but I noticed a difference in Callen the very first day.

It is important to note that you should not restrict nursing, which for schedulers like me is a little nerve wracking. If the baby is hungry again, let him or her nurse, but on the same side. When it's time for the next feeding, then you switch sides. You also want to make sure the baby is gaining weight at the proper rate. Of course, (disclaimer, disclaimer) nothing on this blog should be taken as medical advice. Only you can decide if this is right for you. Breastfeeding is a wonderful gift to your child, and the last thing I would want is for someone to reduce their supply too much.

Our experience was a very good one. Sometimes I felt my milk supply dipping too low. I would either let him nurse on that one side until I let down again (and sometimes a third time) or go ahead and let him nurse on both sides for a couple feedings (2 or 3) and then go back to block nursing.

One question that didn't seem to be answered in any of the articles I was reading was "How long do I do block nursing?" When I googled it, I found a message board where a mom asked that same question (caution new moms - I know I've referenced them twice, but most message boards are scary places to find answers). I guess I'm not the only one who had a hard time finding the answer to the "how long" question because the first three responses were moms saying, "Yeah, I was wondering that same thing." One mom quoted a lactation consultant who said:

"If she hasn't gotten to the bottom of the barrel - if that side isn't nice and soft when she finishes - use it again next time. Here's where your intuition comes in. You may find that sticking to one side for a couple hours is all it takes. And after your supply has settled down to match her needs and things are running smoothly, you'll largely forget this notion... although you often see nursing mothers hefting one side and then the other to decide which they want to use. If your "oversupply" has been dramatic, or your baby is really fussy, you may find you need to spend 4 to 6 hours on one side before using the other. What's happening to the other side in the meantime? The sense of over-fullness is sending a message to cut back on production, which is what you want. If you're too overfull, you can nurse or express on that side just enough to relieve it somewhat, then go back to the side you're trying to soften completely. These sound like rules, but they're actually just temporary rules to help you get past those two initial rules that probably started the problem - making a point of switching sides, and spacing nursings to two hours or more. As your supply settles down, you may worry that you've "lost your milk." You may be so accustomed to heavy breasts dripping and spraying, and to seeing your child splutter, that a quiet, calm nursing from soft breasts feels "wrong." But you'll probably notice that those diapers are still very wet, and that your child nurses contentedly, with a relaxed and comfortable body, letting go gently when she's full or dozing peacefully at breast. Those are all signs of an ample - but not overfull - milk supply. If she wants to increase your supply further, all she has to do is ask to nurse more often, or fuss to go to Side Two after Side One is completely soft. Trust her to know her own needs, and trust your body to respond appropriately. Cutting down on an oversupply is usually a simple, straightforward process, and you should begin to see a happier baby within a few days."

And we did see a happier baby! What a relief! He still spits up (which is common even in healthy babies), but he does seem so much happier and has more normal diapers and less diaper rash. Now that my supply has balanced out, I am more comfortable, too. I am so thankful God blessed us with that solution!

So back to Gavin: I'll never know for sure, but I imagine that his reflux was related to the same problem. It explains why digestive enzymes helped him so much--because they were dealing with that excess lactose. I certainly had never heard of foremilk/hindmilk imbalance or block nursing -- not from MD's, naturopathic doctors, lactation consultants, baby books or friends/family. Of all the people I've talked to so far, only two have. (If you want another article on the topic in addition to the one I linked to above, click here.)

So I toss this out into cyberspace, hoping someone who needs it finds it. As always, please feel free to share it if you think it may help a mom you know.

Just say it (like I could stop you)

Pregnancy opens up all kinds of different conversations, particularly with strangers. Or should I say, when you're pregnant, strangers feel free to open up all kinds of different conversations with you. It's like the more room your belly takes up, the more people feel free (or in some cases compelled) to discuss it with you. Even your friends' and family members' normally-halfway-decent verbal filters get a little looser.

I can't remember being the least bit phased by comments about my belly during my first pregnancy, but in your second pregnancy, you just start showing so much faster and apparently in my case, so much more. So the comments have come earlier with almost everyone assuming I'm further along than I am. I'm not really bothered by it. I'm not bitter. But I'm also not feeling the need to keep these comments to myself. So in the same spirit of walking up to someone and saying whatever comes to mind, I am feeling free (compelled) to share with you some of the gems I've heard lately.

Of course, there are the numerous you-look-like-you're-just-about-to-pop's, and there are the strangers in the neighborhood calling across the street to me that it must be getting close (when I had 3+ months to go). Then there are the people at the coffee shop or the park who want to guess how far along I am and the gender and explain all the reasons that my profile led them to guess what they did (however incorrectly). But here are the stand-out comments of the past several months.

Guy friend: "Your belly just looks so much bigger today."
"Well, usually I don't wear a baggy shirt like this," I say, pulling the shirt closer to my belly.
Guy friend: "Well, now it looks like a torpedo."

A woman I adore: "Wow, it looks like a salami."

Different guy friend (at 33 weeks): "So, they think your belly is going to just keep on growing?"


Then this weekend, a stranger at the local coffee place asked how far along I was. When I said I only had a few weeks to go, she acted surprised at the short time I had remaining, and I was like, "You're awesome," since most people assume I'm at least that far along, if not overdue. Then she said, "So just one baby?" and I was like, "You're not awesome."

Yes, just one baby. No, I'm not having twins. Did I mention you're not awesome?

Don't get me wrong. Though I wasn't prepared for all these comments, I am repeating them all here in fun, and I'm keeping in mind that they are balanced by others. Most of my girlfriends kindly insist that my belly is the only part of me that looks pregnant, and whether true or not, I'm hanging on to that. Plus, when you're pregnant, people smile at you for no reason. And though I don't really like attracting attention, I'm trying to soak that up because in a few weeks, I'll no longer be a sweet anonymous pregnant person reminding them of the beautiful part of the circle of life. I'll be the mom of two attracting glares instead of smiles as I accidentally block the door to Starbucks while struggling with the infant stroller and trying to convince my preschooler to keep moving in the same direction for more than a few steps at a time.

So though I'm nearing the end and pretty uncomfortable and though I'm now more likely to have a potty accident than my three-year-old and only slightly less likely to burst into tears from being overtired, I'm raising my glass (of ginger ale) to pregnancy and all of its craziness. See you on the other side!

Weird things we're doing now

When you haven't published a blog since November, you should choose some really good material with which to reenter blogdom. Something profound. Something sweet. Something earth-shattering.

Or, if you are a perfectionist that is super busy and stealing a few moments during naptime that really should be spent doing something else, you should reenter with simply: Something.

So as Baby #2 will be here in less than 2 months and Baby #1 is no longer a baby (3 years old!), and as my husband tries to wrap up his dissertation while both of us are way too busy with work, our lives are looking strange but beautiful. For us, preparing for our second boy is a lot less about getting "baby stuff" and a lot more about squeezing every inch of storage out of our house and helping our 3-year-old reach milestones before his life gets turned upside down by a brother (big boy bed and potty training).

A friend of mine always says of her family, "We don't value normal!" They do what works for them and don't get hung up on too many social constricts. My little family, however, is made up of a husband/dad who is a firstborn, a wife/mom who is a firstborn and an only son, who will officially be a firstborn in May. Can you say structured? We value normal. We value sane. We can't help it.

And yet, we are doing things now that our pre-parenting selves would definitely consider not normal, while our post-parenting selves just don't care. Sometimes it's about choosing your battles and survival.

Letting our son go pant-less at home: Okay, not so weird if you realize he's potty-training. It's pretty effective as he gets used to this new phase of life. But we were at a party last night and our friend (with whom we were sharing a sitter) tells my husband, "The babysitter just called, and Gavin wants to know if he can take off his pants." Oy vay!

Sleeping with a box of Kleenex between us: My husband and I are very close, and yet I have let something come between us in bed -- yep, Kleenexes. Apparently, during pregnancy your sinuses can react like the rest of your body: swelling and making your waking and sleeping hours much more treacherous. (I did not experience this with the first pregnancy.) So there they are: a rigid box of tissues in the middle of our cozy bed.

I can't put them on a table or on my side of the bed: I may have to move to reach them (a no-go when I'm already getting up at least once or twice to pee) or they may fall on the floor (enter weeping and gnashing of teeth). No. They are precious. And wedged between my beloved and me is where they'll stay until I can once again take breathing at night for granted.

Letting our son eat cereal and milk with his fingers: This is squarely in the category of choosing your battles, and yet, it's still so weird to me. He knows how to use a spoon, and I keep telling myself that someday soon he'll realize that eating sticky, soupy cereal with a spoon is way better, but I'm not really convinced. I suppose social pressure will take care of that for me.

The other weird thing we do with cereal is we let him mix all different kinds together. I actually started this with him when he was a baby, not realizing that it would become a thing. I would mix different cereals with Cheerios to make the whole bowl less sugary overall. Now, his morning meal is like those suicide drinks we used to make as kids, when we'd put all the flavors of fountain drinks into one cup. Yeah, that's where we are right now. But you know, my little sister eventually stopped putting ketchup on her green beans and mashed potatoes, and I can only hope Gavin will someday not mix fruity cereal with cinnamon cereal with maple cereal...and then shovel it in with his paws.


Well, nap time is over, so I guess I'll have to publish this before writing that witty, profound conclusion that is sure to have you coming back for more. And since no such conclusion currently exists in my head, I call this "saved by the bell."

Tweets you were saved from...until now

If you follow me on any kind of social media, you recently found out we are pregnant! We are feeling blessed and super excited. The tricky thing about that first trimester: for most women there is a lot going on -- cravings, nausea, waiting, wondering (in my case a fair amount of staying off my feet due to doctor's orders) -- but you are usually not publicizing your good news quite yet. Hence all that good twitter fodder goes unpublished.

It's probably better -- for you. How many tweets do you need about how I am now eating like a man or how I'm tired and crazy? Honestly!

Well, need it or not, here is a little bit of what's been going on behind the scenes for us -- in 140 characters of less. All but one of the would-be tweets below are from me with my shiny new twitter handle: @valerie_photo.

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You know your husband's been taking good care of you when you finally make your own snack and think, "I better not mess up his kitchen."


I treated Josh to pizza, burgers, froyo & Shipley's donuts all in the past 3 days due to the baby I'm growing. Well, I ate all the pizza.


Really? The rubber band trick on my jeans already?! #secondpregnancy

This one from @jjellis: My adorable pregnant wife says, "I should've asked for two Whoppers!" The huge burgers people, not the smallish chocolate candy.


I should've made a second sandwich while I was up. #pregnancyhunger #pregnancynonenergy


Gavin said, "I'm gonna eat a lot of breakfast, and then I'm gonna have a baby."


I'm such a slob when I'm nauseous. #pregnancyproblems #sorryhoney #stilljustgonnasithere


Nauseated...whatever... #pregnancyproblems #grammarproblems




My breakfast from CfilA tasted weird. Of course, sugar snap peas taste like soap and tap water like fish, so... #coulditbeme #pregnancy


Freshly-squeezed lemonade for president! #pregnancy #cravingsatisfied
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For more of this and stuff of actual substance, you can follow me here: @valerie_photo.

What (very few) things are working

In the same 24-hour period, I got
a pouty "Why?"
an "I want Daddy!"
and an insistent, "But I got to do that yesterday..."

Seems like a great time to take note of the few things that are working for us in toddlerville these days.

One of the most popular posts on this blog has been "Little things that help behavior (1.5 to 2 years)" where I open by saying, "I had to put that little qualifier in the title --1.5 to 2 years old-- because I have a feeling some of these behavior helpers may need some tweaking (or an overhaul) now that Gavin is two." I hate to say, "I told myself so, but..." No, really. I am hating that I was right about that.

We still use all the techniques from that original post (except I totally dropped the ball on "fold your hands," and I'm not sure how hard I'm willing to work to get it back). It's not that those techniques are unsuccessful now, it's just that they're not the charms they once were.

It seems like I now live in a world where defiant, whiny or stubborn behaviors are not just means to an end, they are ends in themselves. Disobedience is not for a particular purpose. It's for fun.

You've heard me say there are good things about every age, and that is true of this impossibly independent stage, too. In addition to saying "no" and "I never get anything..." he also sometimes hugs me and says, "You're my best friend." And yesterday he asked to lay on the couch and watch football with Daddy, which included lying on his chest, asking about the teams and sighing contentedly. Yes, there are many ways life is good right now. And adorable. And hilarious. Still, snarky happens. Here are a few of the things that are helping...today.

Catchy phrases
Somehow ending a request with "Know what I mean jellybean?" or "That's the plan man!" just makes it easier to swallow. Anything I can do to add a little humor or cleverness to our daily routines is a usually a plus. Unless he's feeling particularly oppositional. Then nothing is funny.

Letting the animals say it
A little background on this. Lately, he loves playing make believe with his stuffed animals. Who knew? My little guy who would not be entertained with anything plush for the first 2.5 years of his life asks for Kitty to watch him play trains, and he cuddles Pooh Bear and gives him "medicine" when Pooh bonks his head (after being thrown by Gavin, of course). Anyway, he LOVES when I talk for the animals when we play. ("Oh Gavin, I like your castle!" in a high-pitched voice while moving Monkey's arms to clap.) Well, to my amazement, he also transitions from one activity to another much better if Kitty suggests it! Putting on his shoes is delightful if it's Pooh's idea. Cleaning up his toys is never more fun than when Monkey asks him to.

Three notes on this: 1) I have to start with the animals suggesting. If I tell him it's time for shoes, and he refuses, bringing the animals in as back up...well, it won't work, and it would make me look pretty desperate. I'm not a fan of looking desperate in front of my toddler. 2) If when he hears Pooh say, "Time for shoes!" his face doesn't immediately light up, it's probably time to try something else. This technique works because it's funny, spontaneous and catches him off guard. Something gets lost when Pooh has to start insisting. 3) As with most things, overuse is likely to decrease effectiveness.

Keeping it fun with physical antics
Lately, I've been reminding myself to infuse lots of wrestling, tickling, tossing around and general physical silliness into our day. This is meant to be a preemptive. In fact, all of these tricks are meant to prevent an episode rather than fix one, but this one in particular is less of a tool to use in a time of need and more of a way to constantly fill my child's love bank. Many times, kids misbehave because they just plain feel bad -- physically or emotionally. It's important to figure out those things that help them feel loved and then practice them often. For all kids, eye contact, focused attention and (appropriate) physical touch are ways they can receive the love we feel for them. (Some kids are resistant to these things, but they still need them.) This and more are touched on in How to Really Love Your Child by D. Ross Campbell. I have to warn you that the writing is somewhat repetitive, but there is some good content. I was glad I pushed through to the end.

For Gavin, tickling and physical silliness are like a healing balms. I can see his demeanor and his outlook on the day changing for the good as we wrestle and play. Anything that can do that for him is like gold to me. 

Prayer
I don't do it nearly enough, but when I do, I ask God to help Gavin feel his love, to help him act in ways that are impossible without God, to give me wisdom and energy and to help me communicate God's love and ways clearly and compellingly. Sometimes I see a difference right away, and that is such a blessing. But when I don't, I am blessed when I remember that prayer is not just about God changing my situation, but also about God changing me. I am so grateful that God cares about the biggest and smallest parts of my day and that He's not content to leave me the way I am. He cares for us, friend. He hasn't left us alone in toddlerville.