When I first started writing here, it was partially for therapy.
I've gotten so much more whiny and introspective since then. As much as I hate the term, I am launching full swan dive into my personal mid-life crisis. Or, more accurately, my mid-life re-defintion.
Who am I? Why am I here? What am I supposed to be doing with my life? Sounds like I'm 20 again, right? Except with way less alcohol and a lot more responsibility. And the addition of "Who are these kids and why do they hate me?" (I'm supposed to run out and buy a car, right? Can I get my MINI Cooper now?)
I've shared little blips of this over the past few months and debated on how in depth I want to get here. And I've decided, not very much.
I like things light, funny and a little crazy here. So I think I'll keep it that way for now.
In order to work out my personal angst, I've started journaling with a PEN! In a notebook! I know, right? It's a good way to work out my crazy without making a permanent record on the internet for my kids, relations, and future employers to find.
I've never been very good at keeping a journal either. Right now, I actually have two going. One is my Mother's Journal that I'm keeping along with reading Writing Motherhood. The other one is the journal I'm keeping with the fall Dream Lab. (I mentioned before that I wanted to try this, but couldn't spare the tuition. Last week, in a bizarre twist of fate, I saw a tweet that I never would have seen that they were running a 24 hour special discount that made it possible for me to do it without
I've gotten way off track, but every now and then, I'm going to share something from my journal. This one is from an assignment in my Mother's Notebook. I had to write about a class I took or advice I got while pregnant.
When I was pregant the first time, we took a class through the hospital... Getting Ready for Baby or something. I remember the nurse who taught the class talking very disapprovingly of bathing babies in the kitchen sink. (Due to the Food/Poop, Never the Twain Shall Meet Rule.)
I had never thought about the contamination issue before. I actually have very vivid memories of taking baths in the huge cast iron farm sink in my grandmother's kitchen. I probably would have done the same thing with my babies.
But because I had to learn to be a mother and start thinking about germs and food safety and such, I never did bathe my babies in my sink.
And you know what? If I got a do-over? That is something I would change. There's nothing cuter than sticking your baby in the sink, right in the heart of your home, and scrubbing him down.
And bleach will kill any bacteria that may come along.
Did you/Do you bathe your babies in the kitchen sink?
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I tried once with my oldest; it was a slippery, slidey mess.
With Colin, he was soooooo tiny at the beginning, we bathed him in the little bathroom basin.
Not sure how often the poop/food issue would even occur; in 9 months, we've had only 1 poop in the tub incident, and that's when he was sick and had just vomited all over the crib.
Oh yes I did! And I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I even bathed my 2 year old in the sink - which is HIGHLY inadvisable - because he was jealous of his sister getting to take a dip in there. I have really fond memories of it, and I never even thought about the poop/food rule, which is strange because in general I'm a little weird about germs. Of course I sanitized the sink before and after!
I was bathed in the kitchen sink, my boys were bathed in the kitchen sink and God willing, I'll bathe my grandchildren in a kitchen sink someday. Besides all the fond memories, etc., it's just a lot easier to hang onto a slippery, soapy infant at waist level vs. on your knees hanging over the front of the tub.
(Hope the serious stuff is working out okay. I also keep a pen and paper journal for the truly personal.)
oh, I LOVED bathing my babies in the sink! I did it before, I would do it again, and never had any poop. You are right that a little bleach cures a lot! :)
Heck yeah! We remodeled the kitchen while I as pregnant with my first (pregnant lady with no kitchen for 12 weeks while the contractor lives in because he is DH's best friend. I am a freaking saint!) We chose a farmhouse old fashioned wrap front sink for the kitchen & I don't know how many people commented "Now this is a sink for bathing babies"
They never mentioned it as a problem in our child care classes
Now I'm mad at this lady! WHY did I listen to her??? Someone bring a baby over here so I can wash it in my sink!
What is this "pen" you speak of? Good for you for doing that! I have never been successful at written journals.
I bathed my kids in the sink now and again, but mostly we used the little bathtub.
Of course I did! It was so cute and it didn't kill my back or knees. Both my kids loved it.
Yup, I did with all three at some point. When they could sit up, it became a quick and easy way to do a bath, and I was just happy that we were successfully getting the kids cleaned at night regardless of where it happened. :)
Thankfully, our SEVERAL incidents of poop and baths never occurred in that setting. (Seriously, for a while the whole "he shit in the tub again!" thing was a blogging theme!)
Yes, all three of mine were bathed in the sink. People did this for years with no apparent ill effects and now it is a problem? It was great and the kids loved it.
A bath is a bath. Cats and dogs licking don't count. Except when things are desperate.
In the sink occasionally - our kitchen is too small we had to move too much stuff to do it safely.
I love the blog as therapy. Although sometimes I get scared that my neighborhood frenemy or an in-law might find it.
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