Tantrums, Teething, and Transitions, oh my!

Tantrums, Teething, and Transitions, oh my!

Are babies and children born knowing how to throw temper tantrums? I kind of always assumed they learned how to do it from other children at daycare or while at other peoples houses, but my daughter is not in daycare and is rarely around other children…and in the last week she has suddenly learned how to throw a true toddler temper tantrum!

Today she was playing with my schedule that I had printed out from work. I gave it to her to keep her from ripping up my sister-in-laws college homework that was sitting on our couch. I didn’t mind if she ripped the schedule, because I already knew what my schedule was. But then she started eating it, so I told her no and took it away, intending to rip off the wet portion so she couldn’t easily eat it, and then hand it back. Before I could hand it back however, she went from happily smiling and laughing to throwing herself forward, face-down on the carpet, and screaming and waving all her little limbs around everywhere. 

…Um, okay?

Where do they learn this stuff? She certainly didn’t learn it from me. My tantrums tend to involve a lot of swear words and angry faces, but I haven’t thrown myself on the floor like a toddler since…well…I don’t remember when, so probably when I was a young kid. šŸ™‚

And anyway, she’s only a year old! I thought tantrums didn’t come until later. Am I doing something wrong? Is it normal for a child to throw tantrums at this age? It’s just so WEIRD. I feel like I must have done something to encourage it.

She does have a lot of teeth coming in right now. She just had her second upper front tooth come in, and one of her cuspid teeth just popped through. I think another one is coming in on the bottom as well, poor kiddo. And we’re switching her from Enfamil Gentlease formula to Toddler Transition formula, and it’s giving her a bit of gas. (As soon as we’re done transitioning her to the Toddler stuff, we’ll start transitioning her to whole milk after a month or so, but I wanted to give her tummy a stepping stone between the broken down proteins and full on cows milk. Laugh if you want, but I’m a first time mom and allowed to be silly sometimes.)

Her daddy started a new job last week (YAY YAY YAY YAY) and we took a trip down to Oregon this last weekend, so her schedule has been very out of whack too, and she’s adjusting to a lot. I suppose that could be contributing to the tantrums. It just sort of surprised me, especially today. Today was rough. She kept going from my happy smiley kiddo to a raving Tantrum Toddler in .2 seconds flat! I was sort of at a loss! (Not to mention trying not to laugh…I’ve never seen her act that way before!) I reacted as compassionately as one can react when one is trying not to laugh at some other persons distress.

The other thing is, she keeps getting into the cabinets. I know this isn’t her fault, she’s curious, but we are living in my in-laws house, and they have a lot of cleaners and toxic stuff in bottom cabinets that are within her reach. They have purchased cabinet locks but not installed them, and since it isn’t my house, I feel like I would be overstepping if I asked them to hurry up and install them, or if I just installed them myself. But today while I was cleaning up a mess in the living room, she crawled into the kitchen, and by the time I took off and caught her, she had the dishwasher soap out of the cupboard and was about to chew on the lid (which is covered in soap). Not THE most toxic thing she could be getting into, but not safe, either. I scared the crap out of the poor child when I snatched her away from it and half shouted “NO, B, NO!” She started to cry big crocodile tears and wailed, and I felt terrible, but I don’t want her getting into stuff! She settled down as soon as I cuddled her close and pointed out a bird that had landed in the yard, but it made me feel bad for quite a bit longer than that. (Mommy guilt in action!)

I think Thursday or Friday (when I have the days off), I will ask them if I can install them. It’s a safety issue, so I have the right to ask, right? I hate living in someone else’s house. If I lived in my own, I would have installed them back in September and it wouldn’t be an issue! šŸ˜› I’ll get over it. I’m grateful that they opened their home to us, I just feel frustrated that I don’t feel like I should be installing the safety locks without their permission. Does that make sense? They DID put safety covers on all the outlets as soon as we moved in, so I am grateful for that.

Some random updates for you:

~B has five teeth now: two front bottom, two front top, and one upper left cuspid tooth

~B doesn’t take two naps anymore, just one, from about 10AM to noon

~B is still taking a bottle, mainly because there have been so many changes going on, I decided it was too chaotic right now to wean her off of the bottle. Once we get into a routine with D’s new job and everything, we’ll give it a go.

~B’s favorite food in the whole wide world right now is pasta. God forbid she catches sight of it before you are done cooking it. It’s not a pretty thing!

~I can’t think of another one right now because I am so tired, but I felt like the list should have five things, so here you go…five things! šŸ™‚

I’m sorry this isn’t much of a blog tonight, but the tantrum thing has really been on my mind lately. If you have any advice for me, I would greatly appreciate it!

Keeping on with Mommyhood

I Get Lonely Sometimes

I Get Lonely Sometimes

Even though I am surrounded by people who love me, and I have a wonderful family and a beautiful child, I get lonely sometimes. I don’t think I am the only mommy who feels this way either. I was pondering this earlier, and I think it’s because a lot of mom’s tend to inadvertently isolate themselves. Not necessarily physically, but mentally. They’re so hyper-focused on what their kids need and what their husband/boyfriend/significant other needs (if there is one in the picture) and even what the rest of their family (their parents etc) need, that they (we) forget to think about what we need.

So, here’s a selfish blog today, just for me.

What do I need?

1. I need time to myself. Time to write and time to read. Time to breathe and relax and not feel guilty about not taking care of my daughter or doing laundry or doing dishes or doing one of a million things that feel so urgently important. I need me time in order to appreciate the family time that I have been gifted with. I need time to recharge.

2. I need more hugs. Hugs from my husband seem to have gotten lost somewhere in the shuffle between B and moving and stressing about money and running from one thing to the next constantly. In the last few days, I have sought (and received!) more hugs, and felt better for it. Physical contact with your loved ones in the midst of chaos and stress is very reassuring!

3. I need to structure my days better. It’s still okay to take a nap when B naps, but it would be better to go to bed at  decent hour at night and get things done while she sleeps so I don’t feel so unproductive. (Unproductive feelings lead to depressed feelings…no good!)

4. I need more time with my friends. This one is tough because everybody leads such busy lives. But with a little extra effort, we could make it happen!

5. I need a hobby. My old hobby was planning Disney Vacations. I can’t afford that for the foreseeable future, so I need a new hobby…or to become a Travel Agent so I can plan other people’s vacations for them and live vicariously through their adventures…WHAT A DREAM JOB! šŸ™‚ No, seriously…I would love to learn how to decorate cakes or take a culinary class or learn how to knit or crochet. I need a hobby to keep me occupied when I start to feel lonely.

6. I need to take care of me. I haven’t taken the time to do my hair since…well…I can’t remember the last time I styled my hair in a more complicated style than a pony-tail or messy bun. I need to find a way to take time to make myself feel beautiful.

7. I need to get in shape. Even if it’s a different shape than before I was pregnant, I need to get toned and fit again. I feel better when I run regularly. I need a running buddy!

8. I need to start writing in earnest again. I’ve been saying that I want to write a novel for years. Time to stop talking and actually WRITE.

9. I need to let people in. Somewhere along the line, I acquired a terrible habit of keeping people at arm’s length. They can try as hard as they want to get close to me, but I’ll keep them just as close (far) as I want them, and that’s that. Of course, I also need to be wiser about who I DO choose to let in. Nearly every time I’ve let someone new close enough to hurt me in the last fifteen years, they’ve taken my trust and shattered it into tiny pieces. A self-fulfilling prophecy, perhaps?

10. I need to stop the guilt game. That mommy guilt thing is awful, and it seems like EVERY mommy deals with it. Lets all stop playing that one, shall we?

There. Those are my ten selfish wants/needs today. I’ll post a non-selfish blog some time over the weekend.


Birthdays, Portraits, And Parties

Birthdays, Portraits, And Parties

I sat down the other day and sorted through all of the pictures of B from the last year. It’s amazing how much she has grown and changed since she was born, how much she has learned, and all of the skills she has mastered. It took quite a while to finish sorting through everything that was dated…I’m still working on sorting through forty or so pictures that are somehow undated in my files. My goal is to be more organized going forward so that it won’t be such a monumental task when I sit down to sort through stuff.

Since our income has been so limited for one reason or another since B was born (first my maternity leave, then me quitting my job to stay home longer, then – after I went back to work – D being on medical leave) I haven’t been able to afford to have any pictures printed up. I think things will be looking up soon, though, so I wanted everything organized for the day that I can finally start working on my scrap books and photo albums.

We also had some family photos taken two days after she turned one, and I think they turned out really well.


There are a couple of bloopers in there, but overall, I’m very happy with the pictures. We’ll definitely be returning there in the future! We were lucky to have a couple gift cards that we were able to use to pay for the pictures.

B had her one year check-up just a couple hours after the pictures. Our girl now weighs 19lbs 14.5oz and is 29.84″ long. That’s the 52nd percentile for weight and the 72nd percentile for height. Our regular pediatrician wasn’t in, but the ARNP we saw instead was quite impressed with B. She said “She looks beautiful and her growth chart curves are right on track. You’re doing a great job with her!” Phew! It’s always nice to get a professional “good job.” šŸ™‚

B’s party on Saturday was…Interesting? I felt like it was a disaster. Although the cupcakes were cute!


I had booked a banquet room at Alfy’s Pizza because I didn’t want to impose on anyone and do it at someone’s house. I booked a room with a capacity for 50 people since we had invited a lot of family and some family friends and friends with kids. The people at Alfy’s were lazy and hadn’t cleaned the room that we were supposed to be in, however, so they stuck us in a room that had a 30 person capacity. I was ten minutes late to the party with the birthday girl in tow (how stylin’ am I, showing up late to our party?) due to multiple delays that had occurred throughout the day (including B absolutely refusing to take her afternoon nap) and my stress level was already maxed out. When I figured out they had us in the wrong room, I tried to talk to them about it, but they were unhelpful and uncooperative, and by that time everyone had sort of settled into the smaller room, so I decided it wasn’t worth the fight.

Have I mentioned I’m claustrophobic?

Anyway, I had planned on getting there twenty minutes early to decorate, but I didn’t, so I wasn’t happy with the way the decorations turned out, and because I was feeling so frazzled when I got there, I was just not doing well with all of the people crowded into that tiny little room. I think we were 10 over capacity. I was trying to just focus on B and opening presents and being smiley for pictures, and looking back at the pictures, I think I did okay pretending I wasn’t on the verge of freaking the heck out. šŸ™‚


*Note the empty look of the room? This was before everyone arrived…Also, I know the banner’s “Y” is hanging down funny…my brother and a friend put it up, and I thought it was kind of cute in a sad sort of way, so I didn’t nitpick.*

I was really surprised by how well B did with the crowd and everyone wanting to say hello and getting passed around a bit. She sat on the table by my chair while I opened her presents for her, and even showed a little bit of interest (at least in the paper). She looked stinking adorable in her Minnie Mouse costume with a 1st Birthday Girl sash, and even though in some of the pictures she looks really tired (because remember she refused her nap), she didn’t have any meltdowns, and she really enjoyed her smash cake…or at least the frosting. šŸ™‚



*The Smash Cake. It’s an applesauce cake with half the amount of sugar called for, and homemade cream cheese frosting, also with half the amount of sugar called for (I think my mother in law added something to thicken it a bit?)


So I suppose it wasn’t a complete disaster, it just felt like it didn’t go the way I had imagined it would go. Practice makes perfect? Next time I’ll get there half an hour early, and I won’t back down if we aren’t given the room that I booked! And I probably won’t do it at Alfy’s again…I’m actually going to write a letter, because I was most displeased with the service we received. I think being stuck in the smaller room flustered me so much that I wasn’t able to relax and enjoy myself…as much as one can enjoy a kids party. As my aunt said “Kids birthday parties suck.” Hehehe…For me it was more the preparation that had me stressed out.

But anyway!

I’m rambling on again. I’ve got more to write, but I need to head to bed. Hopefully you enjoyed the pictures. I’m too tired to share more right now. šŸ™‚



My daughter officially turned one today! So that means I am a “New Mommy” no longer, and my “MisAdventures of a New Mom” blog is moving over here, to the awesomely titled (if I do say so myself) ‘Mommyhood in Motion” blog. šŸ™‚ Welcome!

Just because I’ve renamed the blog, though, doesn’t mean I’ll stop having misadventures. So have no fear…you’ll still get to read about my bumbling parenting. I just wanted to change the name of the bumbling.

Just a quick introduction for my new readers before I ramble on like I usually do:

My name is Jessica, my husband is D, and our beautiful daughter is B. I blog about our adventures as a family…our good ones and our bad ones! I have plans to expand the blog to include recipes, arts and craft ideas, resources for parents, and various other sub-pages. It may take me a while to get going, but that’s the plan! Now, onto my regularly scheduled randomness.

Today, to celebrate B’s birthday, I wanted to take her to get her picture taken at a local picture studio and take her to a playground to play. I know that’s not much, but she’s having a stellar party this weekend, so I figured that would be enough. Unfortunately, you can make plans but you can’t plan the outcome…

My daughter decided to test out her toddler tantrums today! It was a very trying day, but I still managed to wish her a happy birthday once an hour or so, and to tell her that I loved her about a hundred times. We played, and we napped, and we went about a pretty normal day except for having dinner with my dad (Bri’s Papa) and her staying up way too late.

Her separation anxiety has recently gotten much worse than it used to. She started having it a lot earlier than most babies (at least according to her pediatrician), but lately it’s been multiplied and it’s awful! I cannot walk into another room (leaving her with her dad) without hearing a heart-wrenching wail! Today it was especially bad…I blame myself. I left for work while she was napping yesterday, and apparently she was very unhappy about that when she woke up. Who knew? (Another misadventure moment! Lol.) Putting her to bed tonight was a major event…involving lots of screaming and crying, but we got there in the end.

All in all, though, B’s first day as a one-year-old wasn’t bad. It was good, actually, to spend the entire day with her. And while we didn’t manage her pictures today, we have her scheduled for a photo session on Thursday, so that should be…fun? Interesting? I always meant to have them done a lot sooner than this, but barring the ones Jasmin did for us back in March at my dad’s house (which were AMAZING), this will be B’s first studio shoot. šŸ™‚ I’m excited but nervous…and I have no idea what outfit to put her in, or what D and I should wear…not to mention my limited choices due to my very limited clothing choices that actually fit. Shame on me!

This blog is all over the place, but I did want to mention that I have set a goal to lose 40 pounds and get toned again. I miss being in shape, and I’ve been lazy about it. “I don’t have time” isn’t a legitimate excuse when your daughter goes to sleep at 7:30 and takes two naps during the day.

Thanks for following me over from my old page!

B’s Mommy