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Aloha, I'm Donna, known everywhere on the Internet as "Champuru." I'm a Christian, blissfully wedded to my perfect match (the yang to my yin) of 15 years and a stay-at-home mom to my miracle baby, born in October 2008. Living life in Hawaii, less than 5 miles from my hometown, seeking balance in her pursuit of family, faith, recreation, and rest. Read more on the About page.

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Bubbles

Baby Champuru is steadily expanding her vocabulary and one of her newest words is “bubbles.”  Whenever she sees the bottle of bubbles, she will point and say “bubbles”!   Her Jiji (grandpa) was the one who introduced her to this wonderful world of bubbly goodness.  In addition to chasing airborne bubbles, she also loves blowing them, too.

Battle of the bottle

At Baby Champuru’s last well baby check-up in January, I got the tsk-tsk from the doctor in regards to her still drinking from a bottle.  She had been struggling with constipation since the last time I tried to get her off the bottle while switching  from infant formula to whole milk at the same time. She has been taking a low dose of Miralax daily to help her stay regular.  The doctor mentioned that transitioning her to a cup will help resolve her constipation.  He said that babies who drink from a bottle tend to drink more milk than those who use a cup — and to make matters worse, milk tends to be constipating. Babies who drink less milk will tend to eat more solids, and hopefully more fiber (fruits and vegetables) which also help keep the bowels moving in the right direction.  Our next visit to the doctor is at 18 months and I promised myself that I would have Baby Champuru off the bottle before then.  I didn’t want another lecture from the doc.

We have been trying to get Baby Champuru to accept the cup for over half a year now.  She simply would not drink more than a few sips from the cup and then would flatly refuse to drink anything that was not served up in a bottle.  We bought cups of every style imaginable: soft spout (Nuby), hard spout (Playtex), flat hard spout (Dr. Brown’s), bottle-to-sippy conversion kit (Avent), toddler travel cups with straw (Munchkin), disposable cup and straw, and open cup.  We had minimal success with the open cup, but it was terribly messy and she would always try to snatch it from us and the water would end up everywhere except in her mouth.

The doctor recommended going cold turkey with the bottle to cup transition. I actually tried that at around 13 months and she ended up going on a liquid strike, giving her the worst bout of constipation ever. So, I caved in and gave her back the bottle.  Yes, I’m a wuss, but I couldn’t stand to see her suffering: passing rock hard stools or none at all, constantly straining to push, and eventually, it became so painful that she ended up straining to hold it in to avoid the discomfort of having a bowel movement.

I decided to try the cold turkey method again since this time we had the Miralax to keep her regular.  This time, we decided to offer her diluted apple juice in the cup.  She took to it almost immediately.  However, whenever I gave her milk in the cup, she would take one sip, discover that it was milk and vehemently refuse it as if I was trying to feed her something toxic.  We ended up spoon-feeding her milk, just to get the taste in her mouth, then switch to the open cup — but that would work for only about an ounce at the most.  A far cry from the 24-32 oz. of milk she had been drinking from a bottle previously.

The first couple of days, she would sign the word “milk” and be upset that we would not give it to her in the bottle.  While we were out and she signed the word “milk,” I told her that we didn’t have any milk with us and that she could have some when we got home. I offered her the cup with diluted juice and she seemed happy enough with that.  This is nothing short of a minor miracle.  The bottle had been her source of comfort and calm, especially when she was tired.  I was amazed that she accepted the cup just as readily in those situations.

After the third day, she didn’t seem as interested in milk and was happy enough to get her milk fix via our 3x day nursing sessions (morning, afternoon, and evening).

It’s been 5 days since she has had a bottle and she has been well-hydrated with water and diluted juice.  On the positive side, she has been regular without the aid of Miralax.  (I’m thankful for this since I was uncomfortable keeping her on a drug for something that I felt should have been manageable with diet alone.)  On the other hand, I am unhappy that she has stopped drinking milk.  Although, I feel somewhat better knowing that she’s still nursing and getting some benefit from that. I’m also supplementing her diet with other calcium-rich foods such as cheese and yogurt to compensate.

The transition from bottle to cup wasn’t as traumatic as our battle at 13 months.  At nearly 16 months, I suppose she was a little more ready to give up the bottle.  As for weaning her from the breast, hopefully that won’t take another 5 years.

Questions for you parents: At what age did you transition your baby from bottle to cup?  And when did your baby wean from the breast?  Are you a proponent of extended breastfeeding?  If so, how long did you continue nursing until you weaned your baby?  I appreciate your comments!

Baby’s first chocolate chip cookie

Up until Baby Champuru’s first birthday, I had been so cautious about what I fed her.  Ever mindful of possible allergic foods, choking hazards, and just plain junk food, I tried my best to fill her tummy with healthy foods.  I’ll be the first to admit that I may be a little extreme, but even at her first birthday party, I was reluctant to allow her to have a bite of her own birthday cake.  Needless to say, I caved in and allowed her a taste of chocolate cake — but was relieved that her palate was not accustomed to the sweet stuff and she didn’t want more than a few bites.

At her 12 month well baby check-up, the doctor advised me that she could now eat basically anything (except anything with tree nuts, including peanut butter and nutella). Forget the pureéd stuff, the girl was ready for table food.  I’m still very cautious about what she eats and prefer to feed her fresh fruits, vegetables (we’re working on it), whole grains, and dairy products.  I limit her intake of sugary foods and will usually only allow her a taste of a dessert or snack that I may be eating.  (She is quite relentless in her requests to try my food.)

This morning, I went to the Cookie Corner and bought an oatmeal raisin cookie for Baby Champuru and a small cup of  bite-sized chocolate chip cookies for myself. She nibbled on the edge of the oatmeal raisin cookie but seemed disinterested. However, the red cup of bite-sized cookies in my hand caught her eye and the way I was voraciously devouring them certainly piqued her curiosity. I wasn’t intending to share my cookies because of the chocolate, but Hubby urged me to allow Baby Champuru to taste one.  (Oatmeal raisin just seems a little healthier to me and thus, makes me feel less guilty when allowing her to have some.) Grudgingly, I offered her a cookie.  She took it.  She bit into it. And here’s her reaction:

Baby Champuru’s first taste of chocolate in a chocolate chip cookie.  She was thrilled. Understandably.  As a Twitter friend remarked, “it’s worse than crack!” Ain’t that the truth?  I know I’m hooked!

The funny thing is that she didn’t finish the entire bite-sized cookie.  She excitedly ate about half of it, then offered the rest of it to Daddy who didn’t accept it fast enough and the half-eaten piece ended up on the floor.  I’m not sure if that was a fluke or not, but I’m not going to encourage a chocolate addiction in my one year old.  One addict in the family is enough. There’s only so much chocolate to go around and I don’t want to compete with Baby Champuru for my chocolate stash.

Berry Delicious

This is what Baby Champuru’s breakfast looks like on most days.  She loves fruit and her current favorites are strawberries and clementine oranges (cuties).  She doesn’t eat blueberries with as much gusto, but seems to tolerate them if she’s in the mood.  She will also eat a fair amount of bananas but I tend to restrict that somewhat since it has a tendency to be constipating.

I am hoping to broaden her horizons with vegetables as well — but she doesn’t seem to be as receptive to vegetables as she is with fruit.  We must work on that.  But in the meantime, I’m just thankful that she enjoys fruit!

Budding Engineer

Baby Champuru (15 mo) loves playing with building blocks.  We bought a set of these large Mega Bloks from Toys R Us on her first birthday.  Initially, she just enjoyed dumping the blocks out of the bag, then discovered the joy of putting them back in the bag, and now she is using the blocks to build creative little structures.  Today she made great strides in her building skills when she constructed the tower you see in the photo above.  Daddy helped a bit with the foundation, but she did everything above the purple blocks.

I love watching her build things. She is unfettered by convention and limitations. It is amazing to see the creative mind of a one year old at work.

She was so proud of her creation. I told her that I wanted to take a picture of her building, so she held it up and smiled big and proud.  That little girl makes my heart swell with pride each and every day!

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