google analytics

google adsense

Laundry, Laundry, Motherhood, Coffee, Coffee, Laundry.

Tag: baby

Her Royal Highness Sets Us Up…Again

Her Royal Highness Sets Us Up…Again

Oh, sweet friends who are due in the year of a royal birth, take note.  Dont forget to bring your favorite heels and hairdresser to the hospital. I mean, I love Kate as much as the next person, but seriously? TEN HOURS after birth she […]

Faster than Running

           Last week I had to be a grown-up. Again. Normally I can squeak by in what I lovingly refer to as pseudo-grown-up world. Thats where you are technically at a physical age in which you are considered a grown-up, but […]

The Day My Daughter Became a Mother

The Day My Daughter Became a Mother

 

     After reading that you are probably wondering how you missed the part where my sweet baby, the one who just celebrated a birthday,  grew up. Fortunately, dear readers, you havent. Shes still a little bit, though she regularly grows in her sleep, surprising me and Matt in the mornings with a little extra height, useful for things like trying to turn the doorknob on her own or reaching for things from the counter when she shouldnt.
            She has always had a ton of baby dolls- some from when I was little, some from shower gifts, some from Christmas and then one from our delightful neighbor, who is seven and the official babysitter.  This is by far the most important object she has ever owned, besides Lambie and Bunny.  She calls her Baby and carries her high on her shoulder, gently patting her back. She has adapted quite well to only using one arm to do many things, such as build with Duplos, eat a snack, or push her various carts/wagons/scooter things.  Often we place baby in the stroller to be taken for a walk, and she gets a bottle as long as SL isnt feeding it to the cats.
            It is pretty common for babies and toddlers to love baby dolls. Who doesnt love them? I played with mine until I was keeping it a secret from people because at a certain age I no longer wanted to admit how comforting it was to rock a baby doll.  Maybe more teenagers should get them. There are a lot of health benefits.  First of all, they are comforting.  Similar to holding a stuffed animal, holding a doll is comforting. Having a bad day? Try cuddling with something. See if you dont feel better. One of the second most important benefits is that it starts children on the path to empathy for humans and other living beings. They learn how to carry them, how to soothe them (even though dolls cant cry, I see my daughter rocking hers on a regular basis), how to feed them, change diapers etc. My husband did not play with dolls growing up, and so for him, the first time he change a diaper was at the hospital after our daughter was born. Hello, Learning Curve.
            As I was watching Sarah Leighton play with Baby I was picking up on what I consider the most important benefit of children playing with dolls. Parenting. I was literally watching my daughter model behavior that she has seen from my husband and me. The same way we carry her, she carries her doll. Her favorite activity to do with her doll? Walking her in the stroller- the same activity we did literally every single day for the first year of her life, and still do now.   Ive seen her sit and rock her, read her books, and play games with her. Ive also seen her sigh and point at something on the floor, babbling. Ive heard her tell our cats No, no no! when they arent cooperating as she plays her games. And its a reminder that everything we do is shaping her.  That she is tucking away our walks, trips to the grocery stores, rolling around on the floor, shaking our heads, pulling her hands away from electrical outlets (WHY does she love them so much?), requiring her to hold our hands going up and down the stairs. She is tucking all of that away. Its a wonderful reminder that we are doing is shaping everything they are doing. That the choices we make in front of our children are the choices we will watch them make.  For me, its meant making an effort not to hop on email one last time in the evening before she goes to bed, and letting her drag me over to the rug to play even if I am in the middle of doing dishes (although the girl loves to throw things into the dishwasher).  Lately she also does the dishes and cooks us dinner in the play kitchen we put in our dining room.   And as soon as she figures out wooden food does not a meal make, we are putting her to work in the real kitchen.  My hope is that what she is doing now sticks, that even as she outgrows publicly playing with babydolls, she will instinctively continue to love, to nurture, and to want to cook her parents dinner, at least every once in a while. 

                                                                 Lambie

                                                                     Bunny

The American Dream Home (Spoiler Alert: We Don’t Own It…. Or Do We?)

True Story. I am not a minimalist. Don’t be shocked. Over the years, I have read a ton of books about organizing, decluttering, making room for more by having less. I went through a phase when I was a teenager (thus procuring me the nickname […]

The House is Silent.

     Today is SL’s second day of daycare. You might be wondering why, considering I’m still off for the summer and have a few weeks left. But right now, as I sit and type this, my baby is being fed lunch by someone else. […]

Raise Our Babies Well.

 Over the last few weeks, I have heard the term “misogyny” more than any other specialized word in the English language. It has been all over the news, the internet , and of course Facebook. Misogyny: the hatred or dislike of women or girls. The word has come up more and more in the last few weeks because of a terrible crime in the US, but also the world. In the last month, there has been the kidnapping of hundreds of Nigerian girls, the stoning death of a pregnant Pakistani woman fighting for her right to marry for love, and the shooting of seven people in Santa Barbara by the now known Elliot Rodgers. What did all of these have in common? Hatred of women.
    I hate the word hate. It’s so strong and sounds so final. But I also think it perfectly describes all three incidents. Originally I didn’t think much about the connection. They were so horrific individually that it was hard to fathom that there was a connection. But there is, and since I now have a sweet, precious baby girl, I probably pay more attention than I used to.
   Elliot Rodgers left behind a manifesto detailing the way he had been treated, or actually not treated, by women. He trolled message boards and left videos detailing the ways he wanted to hurt people of the opposite sex. The woman who was stoned to death in Pakistan was in court at the time fighting for the right to remain married to her husband against her family’s wishes. The people who stoned her to death included her father, and the cousin the family had promised her to. And, of course, the Nigerian girls were swept into the woods and auctioned off into forced marriages, while the government sat back and watched for weeks. All of these things have so much in common, but the thing that stands out to me the most is that they all have parents. The men who committed these crimes were raised by women, mothers who I have no doubt adored them the way I adore my baby, who nursed them and watched them grow, comforted them when they fell, and packed lunches when they went to school. But I am convinced more and more that while we may not have been able to stop these events, flawed parenting certainly contributed to them.
   I am a part of a mommy message board that posts questions about everything from nursing, to what sunscreen to wear to when to switch to whole milk. There are also “rants” on these boards, that usually detail in-law problems, husband problems, school problems. I don’t normally respond to the rants, but occasionally read the responses. And then I noticed an alarming pattern. I noticed a lot of THIS going on within the messages:
“He’s all boy.”
“What do they expect me to do? He’s a typical boy.”
“He’s a boy- how would you respond?”
“He’s a boy.”
The messages mainly concerned things that happened at daycare or preschool, sometimes things that happened out and about (one was about a shopping experience in which the mother felt her son was justified in sitting on a display at a store) and sometimes plain frustrations with people who don’t understand that “they are boys”. The phrase “he’s a boy” was used to excuse: biting, hitting, talking back, smacking, not listening, inappropriate behavior in public, not helping to clean up.  Common husband problems included: playing video games or going out with friends instead of helping with babies, not helping out with housework, not being emotionally available. I never saw messages about husbands hitting or smacking (we call that abuse in the grown-up world) but did see plenty of posts about husbands who believed it was the wife’s place to clean the house and raise the children.  The responses were worse- they were often supportive of the behavior, saying that boys were just different, that people should be more understanding, that boys just don’t have the self control girls have. My question is, is that true? Or are we teaching them that they don’t have to have the self control girls have?    
      Then I started paying attention to how often I used the phrase. And found I was doing the same thing, excusing behavior based on gender. I was doing it in the classroom and I was doing it at home. Which is when I started thinking about this post. Because I DON’T have a boy. I have a girl. A girl who is going to grow up with the boys that are mentioned in these posts. And I NEVER, EVER want her to believe that because a playmate is a boy, he is allowed or expected to bite, hit, talk back, not help with chores or not listen to adults. And I think we can all work towards that.
    I started reading more about misogyny, about how we are raising girls in a “rape culture”, and realized that the people who are writing these articles aren’t crazy. They are right. When we tell a girl that something isn’t okay or appropriate, but we excuse a boy for doing it because of his gender, we are setting him up for a lifetime of believing that it is okay or appropriate. We are setting up our sweet little boys to think that it’s okay to settle something with fists instead of words, to disobey adults even at school or daycare, to move their mamas into second place. That girls can be treated as objects, and that they are deserving of whatever comes to them. Worse, we are setting up our girls to have to learn how to avoid the “wrong guys”, that they are going to have to work around boys instead of with them, that they will always have to be a little afraid.
   Of course there are religions that teach this, and sects of Christianity that preach women are not as good as men. And we aren’t able to fight all of them. But we are in a position to change the way people look at baby boys and baby girls. Are there differences? Of course there are- I’m not disputing that. What I’m disputing is excusing inexcusable behavior. Because that inexcusable behavior leads to adolescent and teenage boys who develop more inexcusable behavior. It leads to belief systems I don’t think we want, and belief systems I don’t think we set out to create.
    Think for a moment how you treat boys and girls differently, or even men and women. For one day, just be aware of it. Are you keeping them on equal footing? And if you’re not (like myself), what are you going to do to overcome it? Do you truly believe that it’s okay for boys to hit and girls not to? Do you think boys should be given wiggle room when it comes to obeying their parents because they are boys? I am trying to imagine how my parenting would have been different if I had a boy. Would I let him sit and cry longer because he needs to learn to “tough it out”? Would I refuse to let him wear pink if he wanted to?
    This is the very beginning of my thought process on misogyny and how it shapes our culture. I’m looking towards what I can do to reshape our culture just a tiny bit, in my tiny corner of the world. Maybe I can start by not saying, “Well, I guess he’s a typical boy.”

Our Social Calendar is Filling Up Again

                Good news, yall. Our social calendar is finally filling up again. After months of wondering what we would do with the death of our social lives, we are finally being reintroduced to society. But if youre thinking it […]

So Much More than a Late Night Crashpad

    Becoming a parent has meant having to accept certain “situations”. Like, one glass of wine with dinner instead of a margarita (apparently babies frown upon hard liquor, or maybe adults do). And when a friend asks you to a movie, you can only […]

Wrap Up 2013

Everyone does a wrap up blog. It’s important, right? To kind of review where you’ve been going the last year, and figure out how to keep the readers (and yourself) happy. So this is my wrap up. Things we did in 2013: 1. Bought a house. 2. Did major renovations on said house. I promise the pictures are coming later this week. 3. HAD A BABY. The Johnson & Johnson ads aren’t kidding- a baby changes everything. Which is why I can do my year end wrap up at 6 p.m. on New Year’s Eve, because it’s probably going to be just me and Carson Daly (and maybe Matt) tonight. 4. We moved. Massive undertaking. 5. Began to have fantasies in which I slept for 8 hours, got up, ate a hot breakfast at a table, then went to get my nails done. 6. Wondered how I got to exactly this place.
What I went back to, and what I always go back to, are 3 New Year’s Eves that were important to me. The first was New Year’s Eve 2000. It was the first NYE I actually got invited to awesome events and HAD TO TURN DOWN ALL INVITATIONS to spend it at home with my parents instead, because they believed something crazy was going to happen at the turn of the century. I had a really hard time getting over the disappointment. A really hard time- clearly, since i”m still writing about it 14 years later, right?
New Year’s Eve in NYC. The years I spent up there changed my entire 20s, and I am forever grateful. But the first NYE up there was amazing, and I couldn’t believe that a small town Southern Girl was actually hanging out with models, in and out of clubs, dancing, and not going home until first light. Ah-Mazing. Everyone should do it.
The first NYE I spent with my now husband. We went out with his friends (he invites, he plans) and stayed out at clubs most of the night. I drank Champagne out of a Chipotle cup. Seriously. I think that sums it up.
Tonight is the first night I’ve had a reality check about what it means to be celebrating NYE with a baby. We had invitations to go to a couple of friends houses. And we seriously considered it. I had an invite to a Carolina basketball game (it pains me to even write that) But then SL had her six month check up today with FOUR SHOTS IN HER TEENY, TINY LEGS, and that went out the window. And we definitely aren’t messing with her evening routine. So instead, we’re staying in. I just went on my final walk of the year with her, and we looked at the houses all lit up that probably won’t be tomorrow, and I thought about how things have changed in the last 12 months. Which means my “resolutions” have changed. I also read this post from James Clear-
http://www.entrepreneur.com/article/230333 and thought it was amazing. If you haven’t read it, you should. Maybe right now, then come back to the blog.
If I’m focusing on systems instead of goals, I would say that I’m planning on running again starting in January. Maybe a lot. Which would theoretically lead to a couple of races, though I’m not sure if I’m marathon ready quite yet. Those long runs would be a beast while nursing.
I would say I’m planning on writing. This morning I was listening to John Grisham on the Diane Rehm show, and he was talking about how he begins writing his book on January 1st, finishing July 1st. She told him that was impressive, and he brushed it off, saying, “If you write for several hours a day, the pages just sort of pile up” (God, I hope that I”m getting that quote right. And I hope John Grisham reads this. I’m doubtful about both). When I look back over the blog, I can see that I posted most months, but not as consistently as I could have. And my journal sort of fell to pieces- SL’s baby book is a collection of calendar pages from my filofax. Yes. I still own and use a Filofax. I LOVE THEM.
I’m focusing on making our house a home. It’s time to hang something on the wall. Hand me a hammer.
But most importantly, I’m focusing not so much on what SL is doing day in and day out, but enjoying the tiny moments I have with her- rocking her at night, blowing bubbles with her, playing peek a boo or whatever game is her fancy. And trying not to let my focus be on back pain or laundry (there is a lot of both) but on how much love goes into parenting. There is so much hate in the world that is dissipated just by looking into her beautiful face. That’s what I want her to know. That love can win, and if you think it can’t, you should talk to someone with a baby.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

A Very Dairy (Free) Christmas to You

Dairy free and holidays dont go hand in hand. Actually a dairy free lifestyle is a fascinating creature to me. If you know me, you probably know that Im lactose intolerant naturally- so I dont eat ice cream, or drink milk, and try to keep […]