So, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit. But Clark truly is chubby. This morning I snapped a picture of him sitting on my husband’s lap, and all I can say is holy rolls. While I know I’m joking about my son and obesity, a lot of mothers are concerning themselves with the weight and physique of their infants. And that’s just sick. The only question you should have when it comes to a newborn’s eating habits: is my baby getting enough? This is not the time for diets or calorie restriction. I’ve actually had people tell me to “limit” my son’s bottles because he’s “eating too much”. No. No way. That’s not the way it works.
Speaking of food, I know my son is still a baby, but I was shopping the other day when this pin-thin lady with two children started punishing them by taking away their snacks for days. Her daughter asked a question, and she said, “No. Now that you asked, that’s day four without snacks.” This kid was only 4, maybe 5, years old. I’m no expert, but I thought using food as a reward or punishment was inadvisable. I realize in my 2.5 months of motherhood that there are many things people tell you not to do, but you end up doing just to keep sane. However, I don’t understand food punishment. Maybe because I love food – not in a gluttonous way, but as an art. As something beautiful. As something to enjoy and bring health to your body. Not something that I want to be paid with. Which, essentially, is what this mom was doing – bartering with food. So weird.