May 31, 2012

"Time Moms" Q&A with Kellymom

I had meant to share this link with my readers, but in the chaos that was last week, it slipped my mind.

Kellymom.com conducted a Q&A with Jamie Grumet and the other moms featured in the now infamous TIME magazine article.  It was very interesting to be able to read their thoughts on the article, get a bit more insight into how that picture landed on the cover, and learn their real take on attachment parenting (since Time did not paint an objective portrait of AP).

Please take a few minutes and check it out! 

And if you missed it, here's my own take on the cover.


May 30, 2012

Wordless (or not) Wednesday - Can you tell we love books?

It would be a vast understatement to say I love books.  Dan and I have moved four times in our married life, and each time, the number of boxes of books has grown.  The last move, which was over four years ago, books made up a little over 65% of our boxes. 

My husband says I have a prejudice against libraries, but that isn't really true.  I do like libraries.  But I love making friends with my books.  I love the comfort of selecting a well-worn and familiar volume from my shelf and holding it in my hands. 

Since I'm not in the habit of getting rid of friends, most of my books stay with me.  So, Paityn and Olivia have inherited a small library.  Combined with the books I have bought them or they have received as gifts, it's quite a bit.





This is in Paityn and Olivia's playroom.

In addition to the two shelves, the green box on the shelf in the right-hand side of the picture holds dozens of board books.  I just pulled out a container of soft books for Livie, but I forgot to take a picture of them. 




Then there's the shelf in Paityn's bedroom.  (I apologize for the poor quality; I snapped this photo before work this morning, and Paityn's room doesn't get a lot of natural light in the morning.)

Paityn loves books, too. But I found she was reading the same ones again and again.  When all she can see is the bindings, it's hard to select a new book to read.

I found this wall bookshelf at Pottery Barn and thought it was just perfect.  I like how books are displayed with the covers facing out, inviting and intriguing, practically begging to be read.

Yes, please.  I'll take one.

Dan got it up last night, and I could hardly wait to put some books out.  I'm going to rotate though every week or two so that different ones are visible.  Once Livie is mobile, I can place her books in the lowest shelf for her to grab.


It seems to have worked.   Paityn brought several to me this morning to read to her, looked at a couple others on her own, and was in there asking her nanny to read more to her when I left this morning.

Mission accomplished.



Do your children like reading?  How do you encourage them to read more than just their favorites?  Do you have a way of organizing them all?

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May 29, 2012

Speed Dating. But not that kind.

I thought I'd have a bit of fun on this Tuesday-that's-really-a-Monday and join in with This Little Mama's Speed Dating Link-Up.  I'm in a bit of a confessional mood, so I'm looking forward to sharing some things about myself many of you may not know.


This Little Momma


I love reading.  A lot.  And I'm apparently not very picky because even when I don't like a book, I still finish it.  Sometimes, I even read it again.  I'm not sure if I'm hoping either it changed or I changed, but either way, neither of those things ever happens.

I have what I call an "East Coast personality."  Others might describe it with a single word less fit for this particular blog.  I never knew this about myself until I moved away from the East Coast.

I started riding horses when I was 10.  My first lesson, my horse spooked, bolted off in a gallop, and I managed to stay on and calm him down.  (His name was Rowdy, which should have been a tip-off.)  My instructor was terrified.  My dad was concerned.  I just wanted to do it again.

My favorite jewelry comes in little blue boxes.

I'm equally at home in the city as I am the country. And I love both places for entirely different reasons.

I don't like getting to know people.  It's so much effort, and I'm very awkward at it.  This is probably why I am a dedicated friend; once I make that original effort, I don't let go easily.

I have freakishly neat handwriting.

I chose my college major, biology, because my high school guidance counselor told me I couldn't do it.  Telling me I can't do something is like waving a red flag in front of a bull.  Except it usually results in something positive, which is more than I can say for the bull.

I'm most comfortable and confident in a stable, surrounded by horses. 

My favorite food combination is Friendly's ice cream (preferably strawberry with hot fudge) and their piping hot french fries with tons of ketchup. 

I like snakes, spiders, mice, bugs, lizards... all those things that girls are supposed to live in fear of encountering.  I've worked with pythons, tarantulas, cockroaches, rats... I'm more inclined to cuddle them and talk baby talk than get scared.

I am intensely stubborn, but I like to think I'm just humble enough to avoid crossing into pig-headedness.

Dan and I have moved three times across the country, coast to coast.  With our cats.  It wasn't what I would call a fun road trip.  Any of them.

 I've fed a giraffe.


And been kissed by one.




May 25, 2012

When opportunity knocks



Four years ago, I was given an opportunity to come work at my current job.  I had thought I had left this particular line of work behind because I can't say that validation has ever been a passion of mine.

At the time, I thought I would go back to school and get my masters in counseling.  I accepted the job thinking it would only be temporary.  Over the next months, I attended a few college information sessions.  No school was quite right, and I didn't feel peaceful about it.

Four years later, here I still am at this "temporary" job. 

Yesterday, I was complaining about my job to my best friend.  She asked me why I don't find another.  I started sharing the main reasons, and I was immediately struck with how ungrateful I was behaving.

Later in the evening, I started thinking about how many things have happened that could have gone so badly if I was at another company.

When I accepted this job, I didn't know that in just a few months, I would need a company that would unquestioningly give me several weeks off for a miscarriage.

I didn't know that I would want a very flexible schedule someday when I became a mom and that this job would offer that.

I couldn't have known that this job would give me a boss who understands when I have to stay home with sick children, call into meetings because I just can't make it into work that early, or leave early to get home for dinner.

I didn't realize how helpful it would be to work with my husband when our daughter only wanted me at night but I had so much work to do.  He would just open up my laptop and start doing it for me.

I never knew that I would need a boss who would respond so positively to an email sent from the hospital telling her we were adopting a baby, and I wouldn't be in to work... for a while.

Despite the fact that I had never asked for nor wanted this opportunity, God knew exactly what my family would need in the years to come.  Looking back, I see how this opportunity has shaped my life and provided for us in times of difficulties.

Sometimes, the best opportunities in life are those we never even thought we wanted.





May 24, 2012

In a scurry to plan a birthday

For Paityn's first birthday, we went to Disneyland.

For her second, we spent the day at the San Francisco Zoo and took her to Disneyland in September (not nearly as hot).

This year, she's finally old enough to enjoy the work that I would put into a birthday party, so for her third birthday, Paityn is channeling Minnie and going pink and polka-dotted.

It's hard to believe, but August is just around the corner.  I'm trying to get a lot of planning done now so I can work through everything and not have to try to cram it all in during the last week.

Pinterest has been my organizational hero for my planning.  Here are some of the ideas I have been pinning to my birthday board:



I'm loving these cookies and it would save me some baking.

This dress is adorable, and I could get a matching one for Livie.  But there are so many cute Minnie dresses on Etsy that I can't decide.  The nice thing is that we are going to Disneyland in September and Disneyworld in January (for Livie's first birthday!) so these will get lots of use.  (And I can't forget Halloween.)

This Minnie birthday was decorated beautifully and offers some wonderful inspiration.

I love these Mousketool favor boxes.  Too cute.

I'm going to make Dan drink a ton of Starbucks drinks so that I can use these for glasses simply because they are adorable.  He likes Starbucks, so I promise, it's not torture.

I'm going the cupcake route instead of a cake.  Paityn just eats the icing, anyway.  These look easy for me to decorate.  Now I just have to find a recipe.

I think I've decided on these as the invitations, but I'm also liking these.

I've also booked a sorta-Minnie Mouse character to come for an hour, so I don't even have to worry about entertaining!  Paityn loves characters, so even though this isn't exactly identical to the Disney Minnie, I'm sure she will still love her.

This will be my first kid party, but I am keeping it pretty small, so I should be able to pull it off.

Fingers crossed.

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May 23, 2012

Wordful Wednesday - A Happy Hollow Day!

It's been a crazy week! (Deja vu... didn't I already say that last week?)  Work has been busy and both of the girls are fighting colds.  It's such a mommy thing, but I always want to take their sickness for them instead of watching them suffer.

Thankfully, both have remained cheery despite noses that have been dripping more goo than I thought was possible to contain in such small bodies.

Too much information?

Moving on, then.

This past weekend, we took advantage of the gorgeous day and went to a local kid's spot, Happy Hollow Park and Zoo.


I of course brought the camera only to realize when I went to take the first picture that the batteries were dead.

Brilliant.

And so me.

My trusty iPhone had to suffice, but I was rather disgruntled.

There's a fork in the road as soon as you enter where you are forced to make a Sophie's choice between park or zoo.  Paityn being Paityn, she picked the park.  While she loves animals, she loves rides even more.  (Hence why we always vacation at Disneyland or Disneyworld.)

But first, she had to stop and spend some time playing in a rain ditch.


Livie has discovered the joy of toes and spends a great deal of time eying her own and contemplating how to get them close enough to her mouth to nibble.

I don't blame her.  Baby toes are nibble-iscious.



Then, it was off to the carousel.  They have an adorable one with tons of unexpected animals.  Paityn chose a black and white ruffled lemur, who was flanked by an okapi on one side and an emu on the other.



The eagle always makes me think of my friend Brandon.  Which then always makes me a wee bit homesick.



Livie soon had me cheered up, though.




One thing I love about my husband is his total lack of self-consciousness when playing with kids, especially his own.  It makes him the "fun Papa."




At one point, he was laying on flat out on this sphere with his butt in the air while Paityn pushed on it.  Completely hilarious, but I'll spare you the picture. 

Paityn was excited to discover she was tall enough for all the rides, and she immediately wanted to ride the roller coaster.  Remembering my own childhood trauma with the kiddie coaster at Marineland, I vetoed that request and suggested the cars.




Then Dan somehow talked me into letting her go on the Froggy Hop ride.   It went up pretty high, then dropped a few feet, bounded back up, dropped some more, and so on.  I was terrified and full of trepidation.

Paityn was not.



She laughed the entire time then proceeded to ride it three more times in a row.

Dan giggled quite a bit, too.

Paityn wanted to get her face painted like a tiger, then changed her mind at the last second and said she didn't.  I asked her if she wanted it on her arm and she agreed to that.




I don't know if you can quite tell, but Livie's onesie has "Little Sister" and Paityn's shirt has "Big Sister."



Olivia loved watching everything.  She is so incredibly observant and aware.   Where Paityn at this age would have completely melted down under so much stimulation, Livie thrives on it.

But it also tuckers her right on out, too.  Thankfully, Papa has very comfy shoulders.



There was time for a few more rides on the Froggy Hop before we left.



Dan purposely had her ride this a few times while the park closed to avoid her asking about the roller coaster again (because I was concerned about her riding it).  But she really, really wanted to ride it, so I'm thinking about letting her when we go back this Saturday.

We'll see.

Isn't that parent code for "No?"

Hmm... stay tuned.


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May 17, 2012

The picture TIME should have used

In my post on the TIME magazine article on extended breastfeeding and Attachment Parenting, my sole complaint was that I believe TIME  purposely used a sensationalized image to incite debate and increase sales.

As it turns out, Jamie Grumet was actually repositioning from a previous pose.  The inspiration of the shoot was religious paintings of the Madonna and Child.

I would have loved to have seen this picture on the cover.

Source: TIME


Would it have changed people's horror over extended nursing?  Probably not.  But I think it would have shed a more realistic light on it.

Even though I don't often nurse my toddler sitting on a stool; she's a bit heavy for that, and I imagine so is Jamie's son.  I did just nurse my three month old that way, though, so it is definitely closer to reality.

Wait, we aren't over that TIME photo yet?






I had thought the furor over the TIME magazine cover would have died out by now.

I cringed when I saw it, but not for the same reasons as most of the American public.

I'm not a fan of labels, but if I were, I suppose I'd label myself as a feminist.  I believe that women should be building each other up, offering support and encouragement, and being respectful of our individual choices.

Education is wonderful.  We should all be open to learning new ideas.

Different opinions are welcome.  We are not always going to all agree on one right way. 

But the headline "Are You Mom Enough?" incited division and is not something any mother I know would say, Attachment Parenting or otherwise.  Hence, the cringe.

This was a sensationally staged photo and article designed to use a woman to sell more magazines.  Sports Illustrated has been using this tactic with great success for quite a while, so why not TIME?  

"This isn’t how we breast-feed at home, it’s more of a cradling, nurturing situation,” said the Los Angeles mom. “I do understand why Time chose this picture because…it did create such a media craze to get the dialogue talking." - Jamie Grumet

The same message of extended nursing could have been achieved with a less controversial image and might have actually started the dialogue Grumet wanted. 

Instead, I believe TIME purposely threw Grumet under the bus, and with her, all the rest of us Attachment Parents. (Again with the labels.  I really dislike labels.)

Unfortunately, now there isn't a dialogue.  There is simply judgment.

I've already discussed how I still (yes, still) breastfeed my toddler.  Right now, it's only for a few minutes when she falls asleep at night.  It's not something I feel the need to defend, but then, I'm not one to lose sleep at night worrying over what people think of me or my parenting.

If I did, some of these comments might keep me up at night (although my three month old does a good enough job of that already):

I do hope that this mother is not using her child to draw a line between herself and her husband. Who knows it just might be her own sexual pleasure. - repeating *
Personally I think it's a sign of mental illness in the mother that can't let her child mature..... - DDkkme *
This child will have a difficult time assimilating into a normal childhood with other kids if his mother doesn't break his reliance on this overindulgence. I have to wonder if this is more for herself than for her child. - joy57111**
The child is supposed to breastfeed for one year and then it's the fathers turn to breastfeed until the next baby comes. - Dave B **

There were many comments far worse.  I was left shaking my head at the unbelievable ignorance displayed. 

The supportive comments were few and far between.

The "normal" human behavior is to breastfeed between 2 and 7 years of age. The problem with breastfeeding past three months in America is a sociocultural phenomena associated with the Western erotic image of the human breast, the primary purpose of which is to nourish our young. - gabby63 **
 
Katherine Dettwyler, PhD, wrote a book that examines the weaning ages of mammals.  By studying mammals, especially non-human primates, Dettwyler determined what the real average age for human weaning would be without the impact of sociocultural factors.

As it would turn out, it is 2.5-7 years of age

How terribly interesting.

Humans are mammals.  If you need this fact clarified, my two year old can tell you that all mammals have breasts, even the male ones, and all mammals nurse their young.  (It's the biologist in me.  You could also ask her about metamorphosis.)

Biologically speaking, human young are not prepared to be fully independent from us for years.  Like other mammals, they may nurse long after they have started eating solid foods. 

Society should never override basic biological parenting instincts.  When we do, we are regressing, not progressing.  Unfortunately, our country has this weird clash between our puritanical roots and sex-driven society that has completely perverted our viewpoint of what is natural and decent.

...after traveling the world I have realized Americans are just ignorant to the natural rhythm of life. In other "non western" countries, this is completely normal to nurse your children to toddler years. If you look at it from a biological stand point it makes sense, however we as a society are taught that this is "wrong" "gross" and "weird". Were [sic] even taught that breastfeeding in public is disgusting. It amazes me how we are a nation that in many respects can be so open and yet when it comes to things that are natural be completely closed minded. - Ashley Marie Dawn **

Women have been perfectly created to carry, birth, and provide sustenance to our young.  We have been gifted with instincts that prompt us to respond to our baby's cries, to naturally dislike separation from them, and to nurture them until they are ready to leave us.  

At its heart, that is the essence of Attachment Parenting.  

Mothers doing what mothers do best.

Before the media, before parenting books (written primarily by men, might I point out), before our adult-centered society, we did follow our instincts.  It was all we had.

I breastfed my son until he was 5 1/2 and have had a wonderful experience with attachment parenting. Your cover did nothing to teach people about the many benefits of extended breastfeeding and made attachment parenting sound like an extreme form of parenting, which it isn't. AP is about listening to you [sic] instincts and actually makes parenting much easier. - Dagmar Bleasdale** (who writes a wonderful blog I follow and wrote her own take on the cover)

Attachment Parenting is not some novel invention of modern times.  

Most parents, like my husband and me, will tell you we didn't even know it had a name until long after we were doing it.  I didn't even know about Dr Sears until my daughter was six months old.  We simply did what felt right.

It's hardly "extreme parenting."

Had I listened to those around me, I might have believed some of the same misinformation that is fueling this fire.  I might have believed this was wrong simply because of society, not based on any real facts, study, or educated reason.  

That me might have been equally as horrified by the thought of a three year old still nursing as most others.  

I'm glad I'm not that person.  I'm grateful for how much I have learned and grown.

But I am a lot like Jamie Grumet.  So are many of my friends.

And we're not any of those things people called us in the comments.  

While I believe we are all "mom enough," regardless of how we feed our children or how long or if we breastfeed, I do sincerely question whether we are "human enough."  Human enough to be able to engage in respectful discourse.  To disagree without name-calling.  To step outside of ourselves and our own beliefs long enough to sincerely question and seek out an opportunity to understand, educate, and expand our horizons.  To acknowledge that even if it might be different than our original beliefs, that does not make it invalid or wrong.

That, I believe, is the true question.  Are you human enough?




For a wonderful Q&A with Jamie Grumet, please visit this TIME link.

Check out the picture I wish TIME had used.

*Comments from Today.com article on interview with Jamie Grumet.
**Comments are taken from the TIME magazine link to the article.


May 16, 2012

Wordless Wednesday - Mother's Day

It's another busy week at work, but I wanted to share a picture from Mother's Day.

I hope all my wonderful mommy readers had a beautiful day!  My littles were grumpy (they both have colds), and the day didn't go as planned.  At all.  I was a little grumpy, too, mostly because I was dreading Monday.

This is the view I came out to see in the morning (after my wonderful husband let me go back to sleep for a couple hours after my 6:00 am wakeup call).  The beautiful garden stone was my thoughtful mom-in-law's idea and creation when she was out a few weeks ago.  I absolutely love it; both of my kiddos' handprints are on it, and Paityn decorated it herself.




 
Dan bought me my "Olivia necklace" to match my "Paityn necklace."  Paityn's is a peridot and Olivia's is a rose quartz.  I've worn them every day since.  I love having reminders of my lovies close to my heart when I'm away from them.





Ignore the crazy bed head, please, both for Paityn and I.  It had been a very long night.





All in all, though, I can't think of a better way to spend Mother's Day than being a mama to my children.  Whether they are sick and grumpy or healthy and happy, they are my loves.  Paityn wished me a Happy Mother's Day several times and told me that she loved me and that I was "the best mommy." 

I'm glad she still loves me even when I'm grouchy.

And at the end of the day, after Paityn was sleeping and I was holding a snoozing Livie, my husband turned to me and said, "You really are an amazing mother."

I'm glad he still loves me even when I'm grouchy, too.


May 9, 2012

Busy week in Pictures

We've been busy having a lot of fun over the past week. 

We had Grandma visiting us while Dan was away for work.  (I'm eternally and endlessly grateful for a mom and mother-in-law who will fly across the country to babysit.)


We went to the Oakland Zoo on the weekend.  It's one of our very favorite places.  I've noticed that once you become parents, your "favorite places" list changes up just a bit.  I can't tell you the last time we went to the art museum, but we have a standing membership at the Zoo.



This giraffe was cracking me up with his tongue.  I couldn't zoom in because I was taking this with my iPhone (having discovered carrying a baby and a DSLR are not mutually agreeable activities) but if you look closely at the giraffe in the center, his tongue is hanging out of his mouth.



Livie spent most of the time like this. 

Olivia melts me into a huge puddle of mommy love.  It's cuteness overload, and my heart just can't handle it.  I melt.  And start talking total gibberish and cover her face with a million kisses.  I cannot be held responsible for these actions- this picture is proof that Livie and her adorableness is completely to blame.



But she did spend some time like this.

Which is even more cuteness overload.

Seriously, can you hear my squeals?



Paityn's favorite part of the zoo is always the rides.  And people wonder why our vacations are always to Disneyland or Disneyworld.   



Paityn's the kind of driver who likes to make friends with her passengers.


We had an amazing fashion moment this week that I have to share.

I'm the mom who lets my kid dress herself.  And although there are days when I wish I could put a sign on her stating that, I stand by my decision to allow her to express herself how she chooses.  I ask for her help when buying clothes and shoes and as long as they are appropriate, then we go with what she chooses regardless of my taste. 

Here's the proof.



Yesterday, I called in a half dozen favors and skipped out on a busy morning at work to go to P's weekly school for a Mother's Day celebration.



She made mama's gift ultra fabulous.



My first handmade Mother's Day gift!!! Truly worthy of italics and exclamation points.  I cannot begin to convey how giddy I was to receive this. Some of the other mother's were picking out what pretties to use and putting them on themselves, but not me.  This baby is 100% Paityn designed and crafted.  Priceless.


Should anyone be wondering what Livie has been up to this week, this picture pretty well sums it up.


And this one.  

She's nursing, by the way, for all the nameless critics (which I am sure does not include any of my wonderful readers, but I still love to make a point, even if I preach to the choir) who think it can't be done without showing the whole world your goods.


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