Children Will Often Take Extraordinary Measures To Get Attention

When it comes to using extreme attention getting maneuvers, my son definitely takes the cake. One day, when he was about four, I explained that I would be leaving him in the kitchen for a short time to have a private conversation with his sister upstairs. No more than two or three minutes later, my rather handy voice-activated caller id device announced that the local police department was on the line. I picked up the phone, only to learn that the officer was responding to a 911 call from my very home. I assured him that no one had called the police – I, in fact, hadn’t used the phone all day.

Moments later, as the squad cars pulled in the driveway, I remembered teaching my son about calling 911. I raced downstairs to find him contentedly playing with his blocks, the phone nestled between the legs of his oversized Elmo doll. “Did you call 911?,” I demanded? “It was a 'mergency,” he said. “I missed you.” Needless to say, the officers weren’t too pleased by this, but they at least were kind enough not to book him.

Potty Training And Bedwetting: Why Worry About It?

Why worry about potty-training and bed wetting when Huggies and other diaper companies make these incredible contraptions known as pull-up pants? Conveniently, one Huggies brand of pull-ups, called GoodNites, can accommodate a child of 125 pounds!!!. And, of course, should your child outgrow even these before mastering perfect self-control, you can always move to a quality adult diaper brand like Depends.

Why I Hired A Lactation Consultant

Though both my children were born just shy of 8 pounds, my son practically doubled his birthweight before his first well visit with the pediatrician. He managed this through an amazing type of breastfeeding I like to call breast guzzling.

A morning shower? Forget about it. A stroll in the park? Impossible. This boy was latched on virtually from dawn to dusk. Very occasionally he would come off my breast to gurgle or burp, only to return like a praying mantis capturing a fly.

To earn the brief respite I so desperately needed, I guiltily purchased my first container of Similac. With an 8-oz bottle of it to supplement my own milk, I thought I might actually be able to wash my hair. Of course, the bottle did sate him for a while, but my own breasts became completely engorged, forcing me to make use of that Medalla Breast Pump my mother-in-law had given me as a baby shower gift. Ouch! That’s when the lactation consultant entered the picture…