I reached two new mom milestones last week:
1. I bought frozen chicken nuggets and tater tots for the first time. Although the nuggets are actually called "chik'n" so I should probably check to see if there is any real food in them. If not, I'll just eat them myself, obviously.
Katherine's solid food feedings aren't going very well. She screams like a banshee when I try to offer her anything in any form. Except Puffs. She will cut you for some Gerber Puffs. Put some Puffs in front of her and all is right with the world. But any kind of fruit, vegetable, meat, bread, squeeze pouch, jar, finger food, processed food, organic food, homemade food, store-made food, etc., and she will scream, cry, and throw the food at you (which Violet loves, if it lands near her). It is terribly stressful and makes me want wine. Mmmm, wine. Wine wine wine.
2. I called the poison control center after Katherine discovered some pina colada-scented hand sanitizer from Bath & Body Works in a cute turtle holder attached to our diaper bag.
It turns out the only real toxin in hand sanitizer is alcohol. Shockingly, not even those little beady things are really toxic. When the nice lady told me to look out for general drunkenness in my baby's behavior (stumbling around more than usual, slur-shouting to her sorority sisters, "NO, I love YOU!"), I thought, "Pshhh." Katherine is already a champion drinker. When she reached 9 months old, I finally bought those alcohol testing strips for breast milk and as it turns out, my milk has a much lower tolerance than I realized. Oops! I reassured myself that any of Katherine's previous microscopic alcohol consumption couldn't have affected her development that deeply as she began walking on her own at 8.5 months. A friend said, "Imagine how much earlier she would have started if she had been sober."
So now I wait until after my late-night pump to imbibe, but by then, what's the point? I'm exhausted, full, and the stress of Katherine's 6 PM solid food dinner time is long gone. Maybe she will really like tater tots and chik'n this week and her feedings won't be so stressful anymore? I can only hope.