Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Mud pies on the menu

According to an article in Slate, titled "What Dirt Should Your Baby Eat," not all germs are equal when it comes to helping the immune system and health later in life.

Next time someone tells you that you should let your kid suffer from the flu or even a common cold to help their immune system, think twice before following their advice. By the same token, I guess I should be happy about all those dropped pacifiers that they put back in their mouths.

Amanda Schaffer writes, "The silver lining of protection against later asthma or allergic conditions is harder to spot for respiratory infections. Papers that sort through the evidence generally find scant evidence that runny noses and sore throats help kids stay healthy later. In fact, children hospitalized for severe respiratory syncytial virus or bronchiolitis may be more likely to develop asthma later on according to Anne Wright of the Arizona Respiratory Center. The flu, too, might spur asthma's development. And early bronchitis or frequent common colds seemed not to lower the risk of atopic eczema—bronchitis, in fact, seemed to increase it. The theme here seems to be: Ingest; don't inhale."

Check out the full story: http://www.slate.com/id/2248524/

Friday, March 19, 2010

A little dry spell

Little Miss Mei sits on her potty this morning and does what a kid is supposed to do on the potty.
Holy freakin' cow, it's about time.

I first set up her little personal potty a couple months ago, and she took to it like a fish to water. She'd sit, no complaints, sometimes do her business. After a couple weeks, she asks -- yes, ASKS -- twice in one day to sit on her little throne, and she pees as though all she'd ever done her whole life was rest her bottom on a bowl instead of burning a hole in the family's checking account as she and her twin brother added a mile high pile of Pampers to the landfill.

I call my husband at work. I call my mother. I call my sister. I do a happy dance in the middle of the kitchen. Talk about easy.

Dzzzzzzt! Whoa! The next day she's all, "I don't want to sit on the potty."

WTF? (In my head.)

"I don't want to go potty," she says, in a tone that's clearly the same as if she has said, "I don't want to eat big-ass hairy spiders, you idiot."

Um, ok. How about if I give you M&Ms? No?

You can wear the Dora panties ... you know, Dora doesn't want you to pee on her ...

"No!"

You're going to pee pee and get all yucky. Don't you want to go on the potty?

"No."

And I drop it, because I have other important matters to deal with, and isn't it supposed to be bad to pressure toddlers to potty train? (Sure, mom, you tell yourself that.)

This morning, as if the past several weeks have never happened, Miss Mei announces, "I sit on the potty now."

Good mom that I am, I yawn, "Alrighty," reluctantly remove my fingers from my mug of coffee and go to watch as she sets her little rear where it needs to go.  "Pee pee falling in the potty." A wave of joy washes over me and I imagine no more wet panties for me to wash in the sink. I can't wait.

"Awesome," I shout and do the happy dance again for me and her.
(Roll your eyes, you childless/child-free people -- but to a parent it's like winning the lottery and finding out the prize was a billion dollars plus a lifetime supply of the chocolate of your choice plus your own personal doctor who never put his/her hand on the door before finishing the line "Do you have any questions?" plus -- you get the idea.)

But I won't cancel the diaper subscription just yet.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

In Search of the Right Lotion

My other blog was where I had planned to post everything about my life -- my (mis)adventures, saving money, my experiences as a consumer, my culinary experiments and favorites, my kids and any trivial topic that caught my fancy.

But somehow, I'm not sure if I should be mixing posts on pear tarts and stinky farts (excuse the combination -- that's what I'm talkin' about). I'm afraid that the conversation about potty training and similar topics will kill any appetite for my recipes.

Of course, I swear that the kids don't hang out in the same room while I cook or bake, and I wash my hands a bazillion times a day plus sanitize -- I've got the gradually healing cracks in my knuckles to prove it. But it's probably TMI for a single blog.

On the topic of my knuckles (to start with something a little less odiferous than the twins' potty training), I'm an old hand at battling the dry skin.

It happens every winter. The temperatures fall, the heat kicks on a lot more, the humidity plunges to Death Valley levels, and my already abused hands start to crack and bleed like those of a laundress.
It might not be as bad if I didn't have to wash my hands all the time. But if I'm cleaning up after the twins one minute, and preparing meals or baking the next moment, I think my hubby and any dinner guests appreciate the fact that they don't have to worry about E. coli in their ma po tofu.

When the twins were born premature -- missed that entire third trimester -- the hospital staff scared the pants off me when they told me that if my hubby and I were careless, the babies could catch something like a cold, which would be an inconvenience to a normal person but could be lethal to their underdeveloped lungs.

Like all the other people -- doctors, NICU nurses, home nurses, feeding therapists, etc. -- who cared for the twins, I took the most easy and basic health precaution ever -- washing my hands or cleansing with hand sanitizer. My knuckles aged from 30 to 50 overnight.

Common sense says just slather on some lotion -- der! -- but they don't all work equally.

Note: Nobody and no company asked me to check any of the lotions I tried. I never even got free samples. I basically just used what I could find and buy on my own.

I found some antibacterial lotion at Bath and Body Works that went on smoothly without a greasy feel, but it evaporated or absorbed too quickly in the dry air. (But I liked the fragrance and keep a small tube in my purse for going out, which is when I'm more interested in fighting germs.)

I had received a little tube of l'Occitane Shea Butter Hand Cream at Christmastime from my mom, and it was amazing. It wasn't greasy and it kept my hands soft as long as I made sure to put it on every time I washed it off. And it was gone in a week, and I couldn't afford to buy more. It would have cost me about $25 a week, or $100 a month to keep using it.

So I tried the usual suspects at WalMart, Target and my local supermarket, Meier, most notably Neutrogena Norwegian formula, Vaseline Intensive Care, Jergens, Curel, Lubriderm, Eucerin and Aveeno.

There were a couple standouts for me.

Eucerin Calming Cream was rich and non-greasy (it comes fragrance free and is packaged in a nice, large tube), and
Neutrogena Norwegian Formula was a little greasier and is available in a fragrance-free version. I also liked
Norwegian Formula FAST ABSORBING Hand Cream, which cuts down on that slippery can't-even-pick-up-my-coffee-cup feeling. More recently, I've been trying out a new bottle of Eucerin Intensive Repair Enriched Lotion, which is working very well, but it's a little greasier and I have to be careful or things slip from my fingers.

For good measure, just before I go to bed at night, I've been experimenting with smoothing some pure shea butter or Aquaphor into the knuckles and around the fingernails and then covering everything with one of my other lotions.

 So far, my hands have been doing better -- unless I forget to reapply the Eucerin. Then I smear it on like there's no tomorrow, and at about ten bucks for a giant tube, I can afford it. I've also started wearing gloves for dishwashing and other cleaning.

We'll see how it goes.