ellathumI had an interesting conversation last week with a patient about how long it took her to really, really love her first child.  When we spoke she had just had her third baby and was amazed with how in love she was already with her latest edition.  She talked about how overwhelmed she had been with her first child. That it was too overwhelming to even keep track of the baby’s pees and poos. She admitted it took a while to fall in love with her first baby. She had not experienced Postpartum Depression, but she did have a delayed bonding. She was a healthy, everyday mom who admits she bonding didn’t happen instantly.

After having this conversation I returned home to read a touching piece on BlogHer written by my in-real-life friend @Firemom about post-partum depression.  While not immediately bonding with your child doesn’t mean you will have PPD, we as nurses, do look at delayed bonding as a sign of possible PPD.  I struggle with saying that last line as immediate bonding doesn’t happen for everyone, and that can be normal.  This is a phenomenon that we don’t seem to talk about.

Most of us just assume that once your child is born from your body that you will look at him or her and fall, madly in love, enchanted even.  While I don’t have actual numbers to share, I can tell you that as a nurse who has worked on the OB floor, that the delivery room is often not the place of falling in love. In fact, if I were a betting person, I don’t even think the hospital is the place where mama bear instincts and adoration kick in for most moms.

I do see it happen.  Baby comes out, dad is crying, mom cries and holds her newborn with an amazed look in her eyes.  I have to admit that with both my girls I was over the moon with them, immediately.  I am not sharing that to show off or be condescending  but because that when I noticed this did not happen for many moms, I realized that it was something that needed to be addressed, talked and written about to let moms know that it is okay, that it is normal.

I have had moms whisper to me things like, “I don’t think that child is mine.”  ”She doesn’t seem like she came from  me.”  They are embarrassed, but reaching out to know if this is normal, wondering what is wrong with them.  I’ve even had a few moms tell me that their first reaction of seeing their baby was  something along the lines of “yuck”! Not everyone can get passed the body fluids and that is okay to.

There is nothing shameful about wondering how that child in the bassinet beside you is actually yours. There is nothing shameful about feeling like you are taking care of the neighbors kid.    The key thing is to remember that by taking care of your child, you will bond and fall in love with him.  Keep on holding, loving, nursing, feeding your baby. It may take hours, days or even months for some, but he will feel like yours someday.

If this sounds like your experience, you are normal, don’t be ashamed.  Like most things in life, birth doesn’t happen like we think it will.  We do want to watch for PPD though, so if you feel the following symptoms or see them in someone you know, it doesn’t hurt to seek medical attention.  Mood swings, irritability, trouble sleeping, trouble caring for the baby, trouble completing everyday tasks, or thoughts of hurting yourself or your baby.

I have so much more to say, especially how I think the medical system impedes quicker bonding,  but I think I might turn it into another post. This one, I want to keep simple.

 

(Disclaimer:  This post is based on personal experience I have had working as a RN, IBCLC, not medical advice, please consult your doctor with questions or concerns.)

 

I’m a sucker for a sappy love story. I cannot help it. It is how I am wired.

Today is my parent’s 40th Wedding Anniversary.  Forty years of togetherness that wasn’t always bliss, I’m sure as real life isn’t always bliss, but today we celebrate the bliss.

In December 1972 a high school senior married her sweetheart who was just two years older than her. A couple of kids, really.     Twenty-two years later Hubby and I followed in their footsteps getting married while we were still in college.  Young love can last and I am so happy that it does.

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad. Thank you for your love and kindness. Thank you for being there and for being so understanding. Thank you for your long-lasting marriage and the commitment you have for each-other and for our family.  I cannot wait to celebrate your 50th…I’ll spring for a hall for that one ;)

December 16, 1972

 

Her favorite place, beside me in my chair!

Our beloved Bella is 14 years old.  I’ve mentioned her a few times before. Needless to say she is well-loved in our family. She was my first “baby”.  She has watched my kids grow and the family expand.  She gets dressed for Halloween every year (for about 30 seconds) and even had her own Christmas card last year (they were free!).

She is incontinent  She whines all the time unless you are sitting with her or petting her.  I cannot get anything done.  The other day she fell asleep in my chair and I slowly got up trying not to disturb her. I even put a small pillow on her back to feel like my hand was still there. She woke up.  Does this sound like something else? Yep. It sounds like an infant. A baby you cannot put down to go to the bathroom. Except it is my dog and I have to get things done!

I drugged her with melatonin the other day so she would fall asleep. I’m considering xanax….any suggestions? Hubby thinks it may be time to put her down, but  I don’t think she is in pain or miserable  I think she just has lost her mind and her elimination control :(

Any thoughts on my Baby Bella?

 
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The other night we viewed  ICE AGE Continental Divide as a family and we laughed. A lot!  I admit that the first Ice Age movie did nothing for me, but the kids loved it.  The next two movies though were a lot of fun.  I mean a Mammoth thinking she is a possum is some good stuff!  The Christmas Ice Age I reviewed last year was a fun movie for Christmas and is only $5 at Amazon right now..  This movie was funny for all the ages of my children and  Hubby and I were entertained tool.  Amazon has this on pre-order for $19.96.

The next DVD that Mita and I previewed is Love’s Christmas Journey from the ever popular Love Comes Softly series based on the Janette Oke books. I read these books as a teen and Mita enjoys  them now!  Every one of these movies have the same themes of love, loss, survival and thankfulness, which are great values for your kids to learn about.  These movies are the Little House on the Prairie’s for my kids. This DVD was out on October 30th and is on Amazon for $14.96.

 

 

 

(Disclosure:  I received a copy of both movies mentioned above from Fox Home Entertainment in exchange for my honest review.)

 

A couple of weeks ago I was playing around taking pictures of the leaves and Elle came out to pose for me.  Not long after Meg and Mita run out of the house to cause ciaos play with their little sis.  The following pictures show how things turned out. Lots of whining, fake crying, some laughter all equaling a typical evening at our house!

 

Elle hamming it up feeling pretty good.

Meg realizing she had work to do tormenting her little sis.

It begins.

Mita joins in (yes we wear a lot of pajamas around here!)

Thirteen and a bit full of herself!

 

Total obnoxiousness!

 

Total Fun!

 

I love Mita’s grin in this one.

 

My fall leaves pictures may not be the traditional ones with matching outfits and perfect smiles, but at this point I’m just glad my camera battery was charged! Enu was out of the house that day, I didn’t forget her ;)

 

“If we succeed in empowering girls, we will succeed in everything else.”
Desmond Tutu

Today is October 11th.  In our family this means the day after Meg’s birthday, but it also means International Day of The Girl. This day was started by the United Nations and they picked this year’s theme of ending child marriages. To most of us the thought of child marriage is an abstract thought that causes us concern when it comes up, but one we mostly don’t dwell on.  Let us use this day to gain knowledge on the subject, spread awareness and do our part to stop this insanity!

What can you do?

  • Check out GirlsNotBrides.org for more information and see the dozens of organizations that make up this campaign and learn about what is happening and how you can help.  Money is always helpful for changing the world, but awareness and advocating within your own circle are powerful as well.
  • Share your new knowledge on Facebook and Twitter.
  • Talk about the issue with your kids. They are the future leaders after all.

I always find it helpful to personalize issues to help me see clearly how I feel about things.   Mita, 12 years old, is in the sixth grade and is learning the violin and playing soccer. Enu, age 10,  is an active Girl Scout who loves her media. Girls, much like Mita and Enu, are right now are in or awaiting a child marriages.  In Ethiopia Twenty-four percent of girls under 15 are married off and forty-nine percent of girls ages 15-18 are married.  It is feasible to say that the girls have friends and former classmates who right now might be married.

Something to think about. Pray about. Talk about. Tweet about. Post about. Let’s do something.

 

 

She’s been counting down…annoyingly so at times, for this day to arrive.  Thirteen, that magical time of life when  you are officially not a kid anymore.

I’m trying to remember the feel of her newborn skin, the sound of the her baby laugh.  I remember the first time I said the words “my daughter”.  I remember the first time she nursed and the last time.  The way she looked when she sucked her two fingers and twirled her hair.The stubborn child who bossed people around when ” playing” and told people what color crayon to use and when to use it.  Her first day of school when she didn’t look back.  Her insistence that I go to the waiting room as she came out of anesthesia after her hernia surgery (I didn’t leave her btw).  The girl who won’t stop reading, who embraces life and has fun.  The first soccer goal, the first mascara application.

How does one gather up all this precious information and not just cry when you see how long her legs have gotten?  The memories of the longest bedtime routine ever still shine through when she leans in for a quick kiss now before heading to her room to bed.  I hope I remember every drop of energy, every idea she has ever breathed into life.

I had no idea what was in store for me thirteen years ago.  Meg made me a mom, which made me the person I am today.  I found my purpose through her, the love of my profession through her.

So serious. So smart. So fearless.  That’s my girl!  Happy Birthday baby.

 

It’s  October 1st.  You know what that means - Pumpkins, candy, costumes, candy and UNICEF Trick or Treat time!  Why not help children all over the world while building your memories with your kids by doing a few UNICEF activities?  It is easy, fun and teaches your kids how to turn values into action.

I’m not having a party this year,  with Meg’s 13th party extravaganza  so close to Halloween, I’m not up for a party this year.  Instead I ordered my Trick or Treat for UNICEF packet that comes with boxes, stickers and information easy for kids to digest and I will share these with friends and family.  My kids will save change this month and I’ll give out the fun decorated boxes out to friends for their kids.   This year they have color your own box contest as well as Frankenstein, princesses,  witches and black cat boxes to collect coins in.

Where you can get your own packet:   Trickortreatforunicef.org

Here is where you can donate if you have no time for parties and boxes or Text  the word “TOT” to UNICEF (864233) to make a $10.00 donation to Trick-or-Treat for UNICEF .

Here are some fun facts that you may be interested in:

*$0.90 of every Dollar donated goes to  programs to help children. A great number for a charity!

* In its 62nd year the original Kids Helping Kids Campaign has raised over $167 million!

*$1 buys 24 protein bars for a starving child.

* 7 Cents buys a hydration packet for a dehydrated child.

Remember to tag your Halloween pics with #ToT4UNICEF and show off your boxes and awesome costumes.

I believe in Zero hungry kids, how about you?

 

 

Part of me did not want to share my Christmas Cards to everyone this early. I wanted you to laugh when you opened them up from the mail.   Then I realized that this way you may get two laughs out of the card and I get $10 from Shutterfly for sharing. Win, Win, Win!

Here are a couple candids from the shoot:

View the entire collection of Shutterfly Holiday Cards 2012.

Here is the final product:
Stationery card
View the entire collection of cards.
 

I love these Goobers…Even the one who won’t let me take her picture!

Someday I might miss shoes being left in the middle of the door way.

Someday I might miss dirty socks being stowed in my reusable grocery bags or behind the coach or in the yard.

Someday I might want to have a room to help clean up.

Someday I might have an extra $20 to go towards on ice cream or new shoes.

Someday I might miss having to turn off the lights in the hall and the bathroom and the den and the bedrooms.

Someday I will be able to take a shower or go to the bathroom without interruption.

Someday I will get all sappy over hamster escape stories and incontinent doggy memories.

However, today is not someday, so  I wish these kids would stop driving me bonkers!

 

Cousins saying goodbye to the pond.

I knew this weekend was coming.  We got through it with laughing and tears, but we got through it.

Hubby’s childhood home has been my second home for twenty years.  The first time he took me home we were seventeen.  I adored his house from day one.  Out in the country – real dirt roads, a good twenty minutes from our little town.  A rustic house built-in the late 1800′s, decorated in burlap, actual trees and barn siding.  It was a house everyone appreciated even if old-time decor wasn’t normally their thing.  Acres of land full of trees, hiking trails and a pond.

The pond.  Talk about a place full of memories. I used to swim in that pond, but for the last few years it’s been the playground for my kids and nieces and nephews.  Full of fish that loved to eat bread and would follow you  around expecting to be fed.  The bridge that went over the middle of the pond that Hubby built,  I once painted that bridge for forty bucks.  Meg painted that bridge not to long ago.  On the banks of that pond is where he proposed to me, giving me the ring that after seventeen years, just wore through just a few months ago.

The house.  The site of our first kiss.  The years of  Christmas Eve gift exchanges.  The bowls and bowls of ice cream.

Saying goodbye was hard. Was bitter-sweet.  The fact of the matter is that a place like that takes a lot of time, energy and effort to keep up. It is all-consuming.  Eighteen months after my father in law’s passing, my mother in law has moved on. She has a great little house in town, where the streets get plowed when it snows and the store is three minutes away only if you get stopped by the light.  We are delighted for her and she is very content.  It was time, but that doesn’t make it easy.

Land and homes are not families, but this place was as close to being a part of a family as a property can be.  We will cherish the memories of that home, but we are still family.  We will just gather at a different place than before. The spirit of the Cool Springs Road house is in all of us.  It is hard to explain this to the kids. The memories of Grampy are strongest out there, the wild care-free play place that they adore is now gone.  I am proud of them as they are very happy for their Grammy, even in their sadness.

 Grampy’s Flowers

Cleaning Up Post-Tornado

 

 

 

I no longer have to shop the toddler or little girl sections.  I ignore the baby section on Pinterest for the most part and if I pin something there it’s for my work, not my home.  The girls start going to bed at 9, not 7:30 (we stager bedtime for sanity).  I didn’t have to buy water paints or play dough this year for school supplies.  Only one gives me a full on the mouth kiss before she leave the house. The other three give me various styled hugs or cheek kisses.  Only two would pose for first day of school photos.  This is my last year of being an elementary school parent!

I do have two budding musicians in the family with Meg on her second year of the sax and Mita starting the violin this fall.  (We are fortunate to have a strong school music program, a rarity anymore I know.) Those two are also on the soccer team and I am shopping for soccer balls and cleats this year.  Enu is at the top of the intermediate school as a fifth grader and Elle wants to be in Karate. New things are being tried and they are challenging themselves wonderfully.

They are growing. I miss some things. I’m really liking other things.  Things like Meg and Mita can walk to and from practice together and they both have study hall to get homework done there and not so much at home.  They are all funny.  Really funny little people with thoughts and ideas that they are open to sharing with us (still, hopefully always).  We can discuss current events and a bit of politics with them and they are forming their own ideas.

Bittersweet my thoughts this morning.  My growing family is amazing.

 

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Bad Pic, I know!

My mom and I took the kids to see the new Disney movie:  The Odd Life of Timothy Green last week.   By kids I mean my four girls and my brother’s three kids.  We were quite the crew ranging from 6 to 14 years old. It is so fun to go out with all of them now that they are potty trained and can sit through the whole movie.  I love my babies, but there are wonderful advantages to having older kids!

Since the previews have been running on this movie, the kids have been wanting to watch it and  I was excited to see it as well.  It did not disappoint. I laughed and cried and the kids laughed and really enjoyed it. They didn’t quite get me crying at the beginning of it and tolerated me crying at the end.

A brief premise without giving anything away:  A couple Jim and Cindy Green (Jennifer Garner and Joel Edgerton ) are told by their infertility physician that they have done everything they could have, but will not be able to have a child.  The couple are heartbroken and express their grief in a unique and beautiful little ceremony. A child comes to them magically and they experience the amazing thing that is parenthood.  The background story of a small town that makes pencils nicely frames this family film.

I was touched that the pain of infertility was given such an honest portrayal.  While I’ve never suffered from it, I still feel so tender towards though who struggle with infertility. Timothy literally shows up as a miracle and they claim their parenthood status as we all do: with happiness, cluelessness and love.

The adoption theme in the film was awesome. It was understated really, with little mention of actual adoption. The sister in the movie voiced the typical negative comments that come with adoption, especially older child adoption, with comments like “You never know what you are getting.” ” I thought you were going to have your own?”.  Her character was effective in teaching people how hurtful comments like these are.

The new parent mistakes and conversations were so endearing and sent me back to the early days of parenthood.  The second-guessing, the overly concerned packing of the backpack is really comical.

I would be doing a disservice to adoptive parents if I didn’t point out that the movie didn’t show the struggles of parenting an older child who through adoption (or through gardening as this movie has it!). There are unique struggles. While I would love for older child adoption to become more prevalent, I do want prospective adoptive parents to be fully aware of reality.

I highly recommend this movie to families and kids 7 and up. I say 7 because Elle enjoyed it, I don’t think nephew, age 6, was totally following it though.  It could possible confuse younger kids who are in the adoption world at how Timothy comes to be and the end of the story, so it may be prudent for parents to watch first if you fall in this category (adoptees, siblings of adoptees).

If I had a star system I would say 5 out of 5 stars for sure with The Odd Life of Timothy Green!

 

 

 

 

(Disclaimer:  I was not asked to review this movie, just really liked it and found it applicable to my life. Minus leaves of course. I cannot grow a weed!)

 

Meg the pro :)

Love!

Enu was very excited, not scared at all!

Elle is a lightweight adventurer!

Loving it!

Mita had a great time as well, but hates being in pictures. fI you ever wonder if she gets to have family fun, the answer is yes!

With school looming in the coming week, we took the kids for a last hoorah and tested out a new child’s zipline down in Hocking Hills.  It was a success for sure. Meg has zipped lined on the a big zip line before, but the others have never so it was a new adventure.  They adored it and as a parent it was so fun to watch!

I’ve ziplined before and know how safe it is when done right, so I had no worries of them falling. An added bonus is that once the kids lock in to the belay they are in for the whole course. No changing of the belays on every platform like with a normal course.

My favorite shot of the day is this one:

 

Enu showing her attitude!

 

 

 

Love My Girls

Tonight was orientation for Mita and open house for Meg. They will both be in middle school with Meg being the big 7th grader and Mita the newbie 6th grader.  I got a sitter for the other two as Hubby was working late and I couldn’t make those two sit through what  I had to sit through was required of parents.

After the initial panic of trying to figure out how to open up lockers (right, left, right not right-right-right) we went to meet the teachers. I had met most of them when Meg went through, but wanted to do the same with Mita.  The place was crowded and Mita really didn’t want go from class to class to class. She was fine with meeting them on the first day next Tuesday.

I told her I really wanted to meet them all so they would put the two of us together.  She looked at me funny. I then told her, you know just in case one of them want to know if we are trying for a boy (see post from earlier this week).  She actually smiled and shook her head, which for those of you with pre-teens know it is hard to get a glance let alone a smile out of them.  I think my  point got across that I wanted our mis-matchness to be known from the get go.

As they get older they have more teachers and  I have less time to get to know them and participate in the classroom.  I used to write letters at the beginning of the year to the teachers to introduce them a little bit better to my kids. I will do this with Enu and Elle, but it is not very practical with the older girls.

It’s hard letting the reigns loosen. It’s fun to watch them grow and try new things, it’s amazing getting to know them as them as individuals. I want to make things easier on them, so I go to meet the teacher nights.  I hold back all I want to tell them, I try to be chill.

That’s me. Chillaxed and all…

 

We all say dumb things sometimes, me especially.  I am pretty forgiving and have a good sense of humor so don’t worry about offending me for the most part.  Yesterday, however, the Avon lady at the fair said something so stupid that the kids insisted  I blog about it.  So, here it goes.

(Walking up to the Avon booth to look at the chapsticks with all four girls.)

Avon Lady:  Wow, you have your hands full!

Me: Everyday

Avon Lady: Are you a daycare?

Me: No, they are all mine. (Really there are only four, and they were behaving so it’s not like we were a walking tornado of twenty kids in matching shirts.)

Avon Lady:  Are you trying for a boy?

Me:  No, we are done.

Walking away as fast as possible I ask the girls if we should try for a brother….they all started laughing and saying things like ” I can’t believe she said that.” “Blog about this mom” and then Enu of course ” I want a baby brother!”.

I was happy that no one was overly sensitive or mad, it just rolled off them and was a funny family moment. When I told Hubbylater, he told me I should have told her we were trying for a tan kid but kept getting black or white.

When telling people I have four girls I often hear the “trying for a boy” thing, but only when they cannot see the girls.   I also hear the daycare thing, especially if there are cousins or friends  with us making us a bigger group.  I have never heard the two at the same time though when the kids are present and visible.

I just have to laugh.

Meg printed off her blog and made a pillow and a bag from old T shirts. Three blue ribbons!

Enu made a bag from a T shirt and made a poster about making Puppy Chow (Chex mix) snacks for the animal shelter. She also made a pillow. Three blue ribbons.

Elle made a bag and a pillow for two blue ribbons!

 

 

I have four kids. This is no surprise to me. I can’t blame anyone for my having four kids as they were all very planned (especially the adopted ones, it’s hard to have an oops adoption).  There are a couple of times a year then I find having four kids particularly very hard on the wallet. One of these times is back to school shopping.  I’m talking school supplies here as I don’t do the whole back to school clothes shopping, they get clothes as they need them.

I save supplies from previous years, I shop sales, use the coupons, but still feel quite broke come the end of August.  I think the kicker is that once they are in school I then have to pay school fees of $20 a kid.  Every year Hubby says “School fees, we have to pay school fees on top of taxes and buying things like tissues, wet wipes and baggies for the class room?” Every year. I think I have blogged that before, but it is true.

Where Trapper Keepers always so expensive?  Will I be looked down upon if I buy the generic tissues?  On top of finishing my own list today at Walmart, I had a lady follow me around and ask me a million questions about school supplies. Apparently she had her grandson’s list and was trying to figure out the difference between a sharpie permanent marker and a dry erase marker. She also needed council on folders for binders vs. folders with brads.  I tried to be helpful, but it got a bit creepy having her copy my purchases.  I was expecting her to have me drive him school as her next request!

That is the practical side of buying school supplies. The emotional part of buying school supplies is realizing that I no longer have to buy play dough or water colors.  Elle, my youngest, is going into the second grade. Her last year in elementary school.  Sob, sob.  The next thing you know she’ll need the special calculator for the seventh grade and then her Senior pictures.

I can’t image what the Senior year does to the wallet. Times four. What did I get myself into?!

 

I had a flashback childhood moment last night.  Elle crawled into bed with me (Hubby was away, so she knew her chances were good on staying) and I heard a sigh.  A lovely sigh.

That sigh took me back to being a kid.  When crawling into your parent’s bed was triumphant victory and the safest place in the world.  I then had other flashback moments.

Pretending to be asleep in the car and having your dad carry you into the house.

Dad bringing home root beer and ice cream to make floats.

Laying over the register on a cold morning with a blanket over you to make a tent.

Talking into a fan to hear your voice change.

Hanging upside down off the couch and reading a book while the blood rushing to your head.

I wonder what my kids will remember? What are some of your favorite childhood moments?

 

 

 

Source: pinterest.com via Amanda on Pinterest

 

Yes, I am referring to Pinterest again. I do not spend all day on it I swear! SWEAR! The above quote seemed appropriate for the current climate of politics, guns and chicken nuggets.

My mind, heart and patience tend to become overtaxed when I hear of injustices, cruelty and just plain stupid-ass violence.  As a general role I don’t talk big topics with those around me.   I just need to live my life, be an example for my kids and let them know my values and the values I want them to have and demonstrate.

I don’t listen to loud unless it’s my radio.  I will speak up when I have to. I will gladly converse with rationale people who don’t agree with me, but I will not yell or post every thought I have ever thought of to all around me.

That is all.

 

 

 

 

I’ve noticed something lately.  My kids don’t like to answer my phone if they don’t know who it is. I made Meg answer my phone today and she panicked because it was just an unknown number on the screen with no name.

Uh.  It wasn’t all that long ago that every call was a surprise and you just said, Hello.  Am I showing my age?  I think I remember caller ID hitting it big when I was in high school and *69 was pretty new too.

I said  “The 411″  the other day and Meg didn’t know what that meant either.  Time is traveling fast. Thank goodness I wear my seatbelt.

 

Maybe I’ll get a Hunger Games backpack!

I’ve been a bit listless lately.  Busy with the kids as usual. Happy that I am working a bit.  Still listless though.  Feeling like I’m spinning my wheels a bit.

I am seriously contemplating going back to school and getting my four-year degree in Community Health. I currently am an RN with an associate degree and there is a big push for us to get our bachelor’s degree at work.  I really don’t want a BS in nursing, but community health is really what I am interested  in. Working with young families has shown me how important it is to have a community who cares about kids and parents.

So now my only obstacle is math.  I need one more math class to get started on my journey.  Does anyone want to take it for me?  I dread math.  On the other hand, how nice it will be to have a refresher course so I can actually help the kids with their homework!

I’ll go back part-time for sure, but I am very excited about this possible near future of mine.  Any tips for returning back to class?

 

It’s late. We took the kids rock climbing for a Father’s Day family outing. It was a lot of fun! The kids loved it and I had a great time. I learned how to belay, and my hands are a bit sore! I even belayed Hubby, with my instructer standing by just in case :) A great day.  A wonderful father!

 

 

Today Hubby and I’s employer had a family day at the  Zoo in Columbus and the Zoo’s  Zoobezzee Bay water park.  That sounds really cool doesn’t it, like you can go on a water slide with an orangutan?!  Alas, there was no back stroke with the polar bears, the kids would harm the animals no doubt, but we had fun anyway!  Just take a look at a few snapshots of our day.

Like, how Cool am I?

 

The Polar Bears were A blast to watch.

 
 
 

Every time we go to the zoo I get a shot with this elephant. Someday I''ll timeline the pics!Guess which one doesn't want to be there?Hint, she's 12...

 

I'm hanging on to R2D2 for a while!

I come from a long line of junk dealers, penny-pinchers and to be honest we may have some hoarders as well.  I blame it on my lovely grandma. A kid from the Depression Era. Born in 1911, the oldest of several kids so could make a penny stretch like no one.

 She birthed seven children, lost one baby and adopted a niece who needed a family. An amazing farm women.  At least three of her children are thrifty junkers, my dad being one of them.

My daddy is a proud dumpster diver, junk picker and all around Ebay wiz.  My uncle (Dad’s older bro) is the master of finding something for 50 cents and turning it into thousands of dollars. No joking here.  He is amazing.

My childhood was full of auctions, yard sales and junk.  As a teen I hated it.  As a young adult I ignored it and would not even glance at a yard sale. Now as a mom of four, I glance, maybe even circle around once of twice, but rarely do I stop. I hate junk and dirty stuff people try to sell. I hate clothes at yard sales  unless it is prime stuff and is clean.  I also hate how people over price things.  So I’m a bit of a snob I guess when compared to my family.  Though last weekend I got a dresser for $5 that looks fantastic after some sanding and painting.  Big money saver there.

This past weekend I drove past a yard sale several times going into town and out to my mom in laws house. I saw nothing of value to warranted getting out of the car. Then this morning something had been added. Cake pans.  I don’t bake, but I know that cake pans are hot re-sellers.  No one told me, I just know these pieces of seemingly worthless information.  I decided to get out.  My yoga pants were full of holes, I had no make up on and I had one kid with me who had been camping for several days. We were not a nice looking couple. But I hit jackpot!

I scored a 1980 Wilton R2D2 cake pan, 2 Wonder Woman 1978 Wilton Cake pans, a 1980 Popeye Wilton Cake pan (a side note, Enu had no idea who Popeye was!) and several other generic cake pans.  I paid $1.66 each for them.

On the way home I was trembling with excitement. I knew I had just made some money and so wanted to call my dad to marvel at my finds. He is on vacation though and the time difference made me think twice.  As I got out of the car I knew I should let the dog out and then put the camping food away, but I sooooo wanted on Ebay.

Finally the moment happened! It looks like the R2D2 cake pan can go between $20-80 (depending on conditions) and the Wonder Women/Popeye ones should bring at least $20 apiece!  The joy I felt. It was like I had my genes jumping in my and my ancestral people nodding and saying, “Yep, she’s one of us!”

So I may be more of a snob when it comes to junk than most of my family, but I can make magic happen with the best of them!

 

What a big ship you have!

Years ago …decades really, my brother and I lived on a small island. It was surrounded by sharks and was a very dangerous place to live. We were very brave though and survived.   Once I got older I would race cheetahs and beat them to my front door, but only barely.  I remember feeling the  heart palpitations as I ran.

The island was our sectional couch of course and the cheetahs were in my head, but they were so very real. Just like Laura Ingalls joining me for walks while I explained what cars and airplanes were to her or the submarines that we sunk in the cow troughs in the fields.  Very real at the time.

When was the last time I pretended with such intensity that my heart raced? I cannot remember and that makes me sad.  While I still get into great books and my imagination can run wild, it doesn’t have that same intensity of pretending as a child.

I adore watching my kids play make-believe and pretend.  While the fuddy-duddy in me hates the mess that making a huge, room sized tent out of sheets and blankets can be, I love watching them build it, and then play for hours.

Elle and one of my nephews are the best at pretending together. They are so much a like that their thoughts flow very naturally. They hike, swim, make guns and forts. They have code names like Sharks Blood and are government spies.  They are seven.  How long will it last?

Meg still has some pretending in her, especially when playing with the little ones. She is almost thirteen and I know her and a friend play Harry Potter still at times.  Those days are numbered though. I feel it in my bones.

Mita and Enu have a hard time pretending.  I have noticed that children from developing countries are not encouraged to pretend.  Everything is very black and white. Instead of writing prompts to encourage a young author, they are assigned already written pieces to be copied by hand.  There are no blocks and building toys for the most part.  The building of a big tower and watching it crash down did not happen for them, so cause and effect wasn’t learned at an early age either.

I understand all of this, but I do yearn that they do get some more play in before the adult world creeps in on them.  They have blossomed a lot.  When they first got home they wouldn’t color unless they had someone tell them what colors to use or they saw an example. They would then try so hard to duplicate the example perfectly and end up getting mad and throwing it away. Free drawing was out of the question back then for sure.  I try to stimulate stories like “What would it be like if Bella (our dog) rode the school bus today?” or other activities like making up songs to stimulate some imagination.  They say that our brains are hardwired in the first three years of life and then have a pruning and re-wiring around 10-12.  I hope some of the re-wiring includes imagination and pretend play with my two girls who missed out the first time around.

I think I’ll ask my mom to tell me about some pretend games I used to play with my brother. I ‘m sure I’ve forgotten some of them and it would be fun to reminisce.   Like the time I pushed him to the sharks…a timeless memory that he needs to be reminded of!

 

 

I have to show off my Mother’s Day spoils here!  No breakfast in bed, as I got up before the kids (hahaha) but I did get to watch the morning news while eating this:

I also got and acrostic poem written in my honor:

 And the cutest set of hands that have ever made a heart:

 Meg, Enu and Elle accompanied me and my mom to a fun mom and me event at The Wilds. The Wilds is an amazing conservation  park where you can see animals in a natural way, no fences for most of them!  We had a great time and got to pet a few animals that we normally wouldn’t pet: a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach, a possum, a gray fox and a corn snake.

Top my day  off with homemade lasagna from Meg and my Dad and I had quite the nice day ;) I hope yours was blessed as well.

 

As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I have an almost 13-year-old that is bringing the whole social media thing and her use of it to my forefront.  I  have several ideas running through my head on how to approach this, but I still have time.  I don’t think I am in denial, I just like to procrastinate. Ask Hubby if you don’t believe me.

Meg (said almost thirteen year old) has a blog. She started it not quite a year ago and reviews books, movies and a few random posts. She is an obsessive reader, likes to write and is currently writing her first novel, which I find amazing, I know I am a her mom, but it is amazing.  From time to time though she gets writers block and for some reason thinks it is my responsibility to help her through it.  This conversation just happened this morning:

Meg:  Mom, I don’t know what to write for my next blog. Tell me what to write. (Read in a whiny voice).

Mom: Write about Earth Day, write about your Silver Award project.

Meg:  I’ve tried and I cannot. I’ve tried and tried.

Mom:  Just start writing and throw out your first paragraph, a lot of writers do that.

Meg: I can’t, tell me what to write! (whiney voice is louder and more annoying)

Mom: (Watching a TV commercial about cars) Write about how you feel when you start daddy’s car in the morning. It could be a good father’s day gift for him.

Meg:  (Silence)

Mom:  (….ah silence)

This is what she came up with When I Start The Car.  I think she did a great job sharing her emotions and I am very happy that I was able to help her out for once. Maybe now she’ll listen to me sooner, but I doubt it.

 It is times like these that make me think she may be ready to dip her toe in the tumultuous ocean of social media.  Not because writing a good blog makes you savvy to the ways of Facebook, but because she has demonstrated that she can share her feelings effectively to the world (or me).  She writes, she proofreads, she edits. 

She recently sent a text that hurt her friend’s feelings. We were able to talk about how texting and emails don’t show the emotions that your voice does.  You cannot say somethings with a text. It’s just not done. A painful lesson, but on a smaller scale thankfully.  I cannot help but mourn for the girls who have texted much worse to people such as inappropriate pictures.  Our children have the whole world in their hands, literally. The power they have is daunting, yet we seem to let them treat it way too lightly.

To many I may be over thinking the social media thing. I may seem obsessive or over-protective with my kids. I cannot help but be careful with my girls though.  Social media is the way of the world.  Bosses are checking your Facebook page.  Colleges are tracking your movements.  Your social media footprint follows you much like your credit score, and  you have to protect it.  On top of that you have crazy people trying to meet with your children in hotel rooms (we have one of those down the street).

 I hope when Meg clicks post on Facebook she looks at her post not as a brief update on what she is doing after school, but as a little piece of her that she is sharing with the world. I hope she can look at it objectively and think “Does the world need to know this about me?” “Is this a safe thing to share?” “Would I share this with a stadium full of people?”  “Is this fair to other people?” “Will it hurt someone’s feelings?”  That is a lot of questions to go through someone’s mind, but with time and practice I think we can learn to take a double  look at our contributions to the world. Even if they are only 140 characters or a pin.

 

 

While it can sometimes be annoying to have certain days, weeks and months named for something (National  Ice Cream Day is great and all, but what about National Taco Day?), it really does serve a purpose to have time set aside to think more deeply on a subject.  Black History Month gives our schools the perfect chance add some colorful history to the normal curriculum (yeah, I know the curriculum should already have it…) and  World Breastfeeding Week is great at bringing the amazing thing that is breast milk to the forefront of people’s thoughts.  Earth Day is a great time to step back and evaluate our daily practices in helping sustain our Earth for the future generations. 

This week I want to write about simple and more in-depth ways that I, as a mom, wife, nurse and Girl Scout leader am trying to put a dent in my wasteful ways.  This is my Earth Day Pledge, or act, at least a part of it.  We are also cleaning up our local reservoir with Girl Scouts on Saturday.

Today I will congratulate myself on what I have accomplished:

  • As a household we have been recycling (by carting to a local center or curbside pick up) our trash for five years.
  • I have been reusing my favorite two water bottles for over two years now. I rarely drink from a disposable water bottle and when I do it is normally because it is at someone elses place.
  • I don’t forget my reusable bags anymore when I grocery shop! I forgot them for a very long time and it has finally become habit now.  I also carry bags in my purse and use them for everyday purchases or clothes shopping. It is amazing what you can get in a little bag! 
  • I recently bought the cutest re-usable containers for my girls’ lunch drinks to replace the chocolate milk/apple juice cartoons. This saves me money (buying a gallon is more cost-effective than buying six individual boxes) and waste.  You have to get good ones or the leaking frustrates you!
  • I have been using re-usable sandwich and snack bags for about four years now.  I still do use some plastic baggies when I am not caught up on laundry but give myself a B+ in ditching the plastic baggies.
  • I keep the  heat down lower in the winter months. I admit that I used to crank it up a bit high at times, but now I am better at just putting socks or a sweatshirt on to stay warm.  I also did this when I heard that families stay healthier when the heat isn’t used as much.  I think this is true as it keeps the dust down and the rotation of germs!
  • We talk about recycling and being Earth Friendly a lot in Girl Scouts. It is so much easier for this generation as they are growing up knowing that it is important to not be wasteful. As an eighties child, it seemed all about more and what was convenient than anything else.
  • I love to shop consignment or second-hand stores.  You never know what a good deal you may get. I scored a beautiful, like new dress for Enu the other day for $1.09!  She looks great in it, it saved me money and it didn’t end up in a landfill. Win, Win, Win I say.
  • I also congratulate myself on nursing my two bio babies and am pleased that my other girls were most likely breastfed as well.  Great for the Earth not to have formula containers or plastic liners :)

So now that I am full of myself I will focus on my goals to improve my efforts and become more natural with using less, re-using more and in general being a better steward of my Earth.

That, my friend, is for tomorrow!  Check out this site and make your own pledge.

 

I must tell you that the knee-jerk reaction I have when I think of my kids joining social media is no, absolutely not, never and lets just not even go there.  Why do I feel this way?  Well, it is just one more thing to monitor for one, and I just don’t need anything else to my list to check on.  My daughters also see their friends five days a week if not more, so  they are not lacking socialization.

My oldest daughter, Meg, does think it is somwhere she needs to go. Hmm. Now I have to do that parenting thing and not the dictatorship thing that comes to naturally and makes my life that much more easy.  Meg will be the magic 13 this October and is already being strategic about getting onto Facebook as 13 is the legal age to have a Facebook account.  I will repeat, Facebook allows you to have an account when you are 13. I repeated that because many parents don’t know this or don’t care about this rule.  I recently learned that everyday Facebook kicks off around 100,000 underage kids.  It irritates me that parents allow and encourage their kids to break the rules.  Go ahead, teach your kids that rules don’t apply to them, we need more entitled kids in this world (sarcasm).

I have noticed that many of Meg’s friends are on Facebook (underage) and even have open to the public accounts. Not even the basics of safety have been undertaken.  That scares me.  Are we just ignorant as a society or in total denial that bad things can happen to our children?

Okay, back to my own house. I know  my kids will be exposed to social media at some point,  Actually they are already on Yoursphere network.  I love Yoursphere and have tried to get Meg’s friends on it so they can talk and be social online together in a safe place, but it didn’t take. The kids were already on Facebook.  I even recommended it to the middle school principle and PTO as a fundraiser and a solution to the social media problem at the school.  No go.  This at a school that at the orientation spent the majority of the time talking about “mean girls” and social media problems that they were having with behavior.

At a recent Girl Scout event they offered a Hip Pop session for parents/leaders covering social media basics.  The one thing I really took away is that we want our kids to be innovators of social media/computer not just consumers.  Meaning we want our kids to learn and create things not just stare at a screen. He suggested that we get our kids blogging, making movies, even writing apps.  I was pleased that Meg already fits in this category with her blog.

To sum up this all over the place post, I am working towards a plan to raise media savy kids who are productive in our techy climate.  I will share my plans and ask many questions on this quest.

I have a headache already. Why can’t they just stay little and be happy with a few places?

 

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Enu came home yesterday all excited about the time line project assigned to her class. She has to have at least 3 pictures and 5 events on her timeline including birth and present day.

I honestly don’t remember Mita doing this assignment last year, but I do remember Meg doing it. This makes me wonder if it was assigned to Mita and she didn’t make a big deal about it or if she kept the assignment on the down-low because it was a big deal to her.  Hmm. I must go through the projects I kept from last year and see if I can find it.

Back to yesterday.  I told Enu that I would have to get on the computer and order prints as we are a digital family and I rarely have extra prints hanging around.  We discussed what pictures she wanted and what her events on the time line were going to be:

1- Birth in Ethiopia – She wanted a baby picture of her and her dad that we have.

2- Mom dying when she was 3.

So when she mentioned this I gently said,”Honey, if you put this down people are going to ask you about it.”  She shrugged and said that it was fine.

3- Adoption and movie to the USA.

4- Disneyworld for the first time.

5- Being at 4th grader.

I am planning on supporting her wishes, but I am also going to have a back up picture in case she changes her mind at the last-minute. I will also let her teacher know what is coming so she isn’t put on the spot.

I applaud her for being truthful and authentic in her project. I admire her strength for acknowledging what she has done through. I am so worried that this may trigger something and she will have a bad experience at school.  I’m running this by Hubby to see what he thinks.

I think this will also be a lesson-learner for the other kids in the class.  Not everyone has an all-happy timeline to share, even 9 year olds.  That said I hate that my children seem to be the models for adoption and diversity at school as that is a lot of pressure on a kid.  If anyone out there has traveled this path I would love some advice!

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