The Automatic Re-buy Fallacy
Some people love to eat the same thing regularly. I believe my mother has been eating the same
cereal every morning for years now. I
just don’t work that way; I go through food
phases. I got accused of “pregnant
cravings” multiple times while I was pregnant because I wanted something that I
didn’t regularly eat. But that’s just the
way I normally eat. I get tired of the
same thing every day and want something new, or better yet, something I haven’t
had in a while.
A few months ago I got some Golden Grahams. I loved them as a child. It took me a while to finish the box because they’re
great, but I didn’t have a craving for a full box. When I’d finally finished the box and freed
up the space on the cereal shelf, a new box magically appeared. My husband was being nice and getting me
more. But my craving had ended about two
months before. So now I’m working on
the second box.
I’ve been eating oatmeal recently as I was advised it would
help in milk production. You can never
have too much milk. Last baby, I had too
little milk, so I heeded the lactation consultant’s advice on the oatmeal. But I am so over oatmeal. Two days ago my husband went to Costco and
did what we all are guilty of --got swept up in a large quantity for
a great price situation. He came home with fifty more oatmeal
packets. Ugh. So now, my son is getting oatmeal for
breakfast. I’ll never make it through
that many without help.
Some people love the regularity of the same food items. I love variety. To each his own. After several other re-buy incidents like the ones above I've put my husband on a strict “no re-buy
unless it’s on the grocery list” plan.
To be fair, I know he’s thinking of me and getting me something he knows
I like. But when he comes home from the store, I have
the hardest time being both excited and grateful when I’m thinking inside “I
didn’t want to see that item again for two years.” He’s the best though and took my no re-buy
request without being offended or upset.
The Big Boy Update: We may have finally found
shoes that fit. He’s got fat, short-ish
feet. Shoes either won’t fit over the
thick part of his feet or they’re too long and he can’t walk well. Or, they’re not rubberized on the bottom and
he slips all around as he runs around the house. Today we
found a pair that looked perfect, were the right size, had rubber soles and were reasonable in
price. But they were the demo
model. Fortunately, the demo model was
on sale. They look like little biker
shoes, but they have great traction and he seems to like them. He looks cute toddling around in them too.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: It’s hard to know how much she’s eating when
she nurses. To start the nighttime meal
reduction/elimination she needs to be eating at least 24 ounces per day. Yesterday I pumped all day so we could measure her intake and it turns out she was several ounces under. Today we tried again and she’s over 24 ounces. As long as we work on her eating a good amount during the day, it looks like we’re a go for Baby Boot Camp.
We also relocated her yesterday and today to her room instead of in the
bassinet in our room. She seems to really like the mobile that glows and plays music in her crib.
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