Pretty little pills

Today I was researching homeopathy for Nico. I came across Hyland's Calm. It's a blend that's meant to calm your nervous system. Nico took one with dinner and 15 minutes later he was a different person. He was mellow and laid back. At one point he looked like he would fall asleep at the dinner table. I felt bad, like I had drugged my kid! But it is just homeopathy, so it's pretty harmless. I hope this is something we can supplement Nico with to help him feel less anxious. Anyone out there backing homeopathy?




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Head Case

These next two months I'm dedicating to alternative therapies for Nico. Today we went for some craniosacrial massage. The therapist was super nice and patient. She said she felt that Nico had a blockage on his left side. She did really gentle touch along his spine and feet. She said she thinks she got some good results. Here's the weird part: when we got there Nico was doing great. When she finished, it was like someone flipped a switch and Nico became angry, hostile and defiant. He hit me, yelled at the therapist, and stayed pissed off most of the day. Could it be that the touch, the laying down, set off some sensory alarms? The day couldn't have ended fast enough. I clock watched until Aaron got home and then snuck into my bedroom with Oscar and hid. I hope he has restful sleep tonight. Tomorrow: homeopathy.



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Baby phat

Your brother was a skinny baby. Small, lean and brown. But you came into this world warm and doughy like a hot cross bun. Speaking of buns, your little cheeks are full of fat and dimples. And in babies, that's a good thing. Your content little rolls are so addictive to squeeze and kiss. Why is it that mothers love their babies so much they want to eat them? You are the yummiest fattest baby I know. I've never seen so many undulating layers and pockets on a baby before. Something about your heavy weight makes me feel like I'm doing my job right. Only 4 months old and half the weight of your older brother!

Fat and happy...that makes two of us.


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Hearing Things

Edward Munch may just have been a mother of two.

I'm sure most moms can relate to this, but it seems that anytime I run the vacuum or take a shower, all I hear are my kids screaming bloody murder. I swear. I turn the water off and there is silence. I turn it back on and it sounds like all hells broke loose in my living room. I thought white noise was supposed to be relaxing. I guess I'm always on high alert. Does motherhood count as a cause for Post Traumatic Stress? In the end I find it more relaxing to take a shower with my whole brood, that way I can keep one eye on them. Calgon, take us away.