tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284984132024-03-13T10:21:40.918-04:00Maher Family Grows - And Baby Makes FOUR!A random collection of thoughts and pictures as I navigate this world of ours and try to figure out my place in it.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-51821972483042776082013-09-28T16:44:00.000-04:002013-09-28T16:44:36.385-04:00Memories of Gramma<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdJTF4rTT_E/Ukc_IR5JCbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/IyFjSDodDks/s1600/Naureene+at+17+in+front+of+Peter+Shepherds+house.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdJTF4rTT_E/Ukc_IR5JCbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/IyFjSDodDks/s320/Naureene+at+17+in+front+of+Peter+Shepherds+house.JPG" width="320" /></a>
This morning I had the privilege of sitting quietly by my grandmother's bedside, keeping watch while my mom and dad played with my two boys. Gramma (my mother's mother, or MorMor in Swedish fashion) has been very ill, first with one thing and then the other. She is 91 and has very fragile lungs and has been on oxygen for several years, and a great deal of anxiety on top of it. Two months ago she wound up in the ICU for a week as they were trying to get her carbon dioxide levels under control. No one thought she would make it, and she came home on hospice.<br />
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True to form, she rallied emotionally when she got home, and was quite perky and engaged, in spite of the bipap machine helping her breathe at night and sporadically throughout the day. The struggle was getting enough fluid (and food) into her because she had such a hard time swallowing. My mom and her brother struggled through the issue of whether to have a peg tube installed so she could get fluid and nutrition directly to her stomach (which would require another hospital stay) or just let her essentially starve to death while she was so desperately thirsty. GAH.<br />
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So, hospital and peg tube it was. And she has now been back home for a couple weeks and is gaining weight back and is feeling much better and seeming much stronger, though she is still not up and around and still needs 24/7 watching and care. She still sleeps with the bipap and has her regular oxygen during the day. You can tell that she really has to work to breathe and talking is very hard for her. She gets out one or two words at a time, but she really wants to engage.<br />
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I was able to take the boys down to visit with her in between hospital stays and boy, was it hard. I can't imagine what my mom has to deal with every day. My vote, frankly, was not for a peg tube, but for medicating her up the wazoo with anti-anxiety meds and pain meds and letting her go. I had some time to sit with her while she was sleeping on that trip and as I was watching her, I set down some of my memories in writing, via twitter. I thought it might be the last time I would see her.<br />
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But I am glad they didn't listen to me. When the boys and I were there last night and this morning, her voice is much worse, but she is very engaged. We arrived at dinner time Friday night after making it through rush hour traffic out of D.C. (not a fun thing on a Friday afternoon). My 7yo went right in to see her and raced to her bed to give her a hug. Her face LIT up to see him and she squeezed him hard. The boys ran out side to work off some energy and I told her about things. Eventually she asked for her keyboard. I sat there and watched her pick out O Night Divine with both hands. She was always a beautiful piano player (she played by ear much more than with music) and guitar player. And she looooved her ukelele. She came from a family of musicians. Her father and his brother were in a band that played around their county. Her brother was really a fabulous piano player and played on a Steinway concert grand. My great-grandmother played the guitar and sang. This is what they did on Saturday nights (that and cards....)<br />
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As she was playing her keyboard, my 7yo came back in. And he asked to play. Imagine the sight: my grandmother (who had the bipap machine on at the time) lying in a hospital bed; my 7yo beside her leaning on the bed and picking out the songs he has been learning in piano. The 4yo wanted in on the action so he ran into the other room and banged out some "chords" on the very out of tune upright that my parents have. She just glowed with happiness (and then later on asked if I had priced out a Steinway for him...I told her we had a Yamaha and that would do for us for the moment, thanks.)<br />
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Back to the point of this post: my tweets. Because this morning, as I was sitting with her I went on another tweet fest of memories and my friend Stephanie asked if I had written them down somewhere else. So here we go, my tweets in narrative form:<br />
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First of all, these from Aug 31 as I was sitting with her when she was between hospital visits and I thought it might be the last time I saw her:<br />
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"Woke up early. The <a class="twitter-hashtag pretty-link js-nav" data-query-source="hashtag_click" dir="ltr" href="https://twitter.com/search?q=%23farmerchildren&src=hash"><s>#</s><b>farmerchildren</b></a> strike even when they aren't around. Sitting w Gramma for a bit, reliving some of my fondest memories.<br />
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She made the BEST watermelon rind pickles. She always had a stash of
fabric and yarn to play with. First thing in the morning, she had her<br />
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Bible out and worked through her prayer list. She could do amazing
things w blackberries. Oh and chocolate pie? Lordy. I have a funny photo<br />
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of her at about age 17, with a sidearm in a shoulder holster and a cigar
in hand (c 1939). She grew up on a farm but didn't know how to cook<br />
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until she married my Grampa at age 19. He was the son of a baker, and he
gave her some pointers. But then she never looked back. She loves<br />
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to read. And sing. And play the piano. Knitting was a passion until her
arthritis got too bad. She followed my Grampa around the country<br />
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for his job, packing up the house even w two kids, 19 times in 25 years." <br />
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And this batch from this morning:<br />
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"Once more, I have the privilege of sitting w my Gramma while she sleeps
(giving the care helper a few hours to sleep). Bear w my memories.<br />
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Gramma was always annoyed she couldn't make biscuits as well as her
mother did (and those WERE divine.) See, when she was a little girl on<br />
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The farm, she was a tomboy. She would be found helping her dad w the
fields or animals, but when it came time for housework, she was up a<br />
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When it came time for housework, she was up a tree with a book. When she
married my Grampa, she was 19 and did not know how to cook anything<br />
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Except veg soup. Grampa didn't know that. He did start to wonder why
they had veg soup for lunch every day and went to her mother's for<br />
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Supper every night. Finally she confessed. He thought it was funny.
Well, recounting the story years later he thought it was funny.<br />
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At any rate, he taught her how to cook. His father was a German baker,
from a long line of German bakers. Although Grampa foreswore the idea<br />
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Of going into the business himself, he had picked up a few things all
those summer sweating in the bakery. So, he set about teaching her.<br />
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Gramma was a quick study and surpassed him in short order. She made the
best bread, eight loaves at a time. Summer squash casserole that<br />
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Makes my mouth water just thinking about. A corn custard that was a
potluck staple. I am making her pound cake recipe for my sister's<br />
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Bridal shower. (I altered it by adding cream cheese. She has given that
her blessing.) Fried chicken, of course. Did y'all know that I won<br />
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my husband's heart by making him my Gramma's fried chicken when we were
dating? I did. The chocolate pie was the end to all big meals.<br />
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Replicate it, much to my chagrin. When I told her that, once, she asked
if I had added the walnut flavoring. Well no. That wasn't on the<br />
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Recipe she had written for me. She giggled and said SHE always
remembered at the very last minute, herself. But she never could
replicate<br />
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Her mother's biscuits. We all finally decided that the deliciousness was a combination of a wood stove and actual lard. --30--"<br />
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Clearly, many of my memories of her involve food. Hmmm. Just as an update to the chocolate pie recipe....I asked her this morning about the chocolate pie and when I mentioned the walnut flavoring, she smiled and shook her head. "Maple," she croaked. Ah. Well then.<br />
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I'll have to remember that.<br />
<br />Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-88509696937447711332013-04-01T08:46:00.002-04:002013-04-01T08:46:32.068-04:00Exciting update to our family!!!!<h2>
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(Oh come on...you knew it was coming....)Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-17947437030557462872012-06-18T18:56:00.003-04:002012-06-18T18:56:54.162-04:00Grateful I am here to write this post - Happy Birthday to me.42 years ago, I was born. Nearly on Father's Day, as a matter of fact. I came a smidge early though. Mom had a relatively uncomplicated birth with me. Hospitals weren't baby-friendly in those days, though, and they whisked me off to the nursery. When Dad (a doctor) came to visit mom, she hadn't seen me yet. The hospital was really full, and she was in a side-room on a different floor. They wouldn't let her go see me and wouldn't bring me to her. Dad took care of THAT situation and went and retrieved me from the nursery.<br />
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All was well that ended well.<br />
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But it didn't start off well.<br />
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Shortly after Mom discovered she was pregnant, apparently she was exposed to Rubella. <a href="http://kidshealth.org/parent/infections/skin/german_measles.html" target="_blank">Rubella</a>, also known as German Measles, is a relatively mild childhood illness, but is very dangerous to a pregnant woman.<br />
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<i>Rubella in a pregnant woman can cause congenital rubella syndrome, with
potentially devastating consequences for the developing fetus. Children
who are infected with rubella before birth are at risk for growth
retardation; mental retardation; malformations of the heart and eyes;
deafness; and liver, spleen, and bone marrow problems.</i></div>
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Rubella is especially dangerous to the unborn child when the mother is exposed in the early part of her pregnancy. When Mom's OB got the results of a blood test that indicated that she had been exposed to Rubella, mom was about four months along. He sent them off to a colleague who was an expert in Rubella to get a better read on the results. That expert said that the test results indicated that she had probably been exposed to the disease during the most critical time in her pregnancy.<br />
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Mom was doing her PhD work in physiology and animal behavior at Johns Hopkins University. Her obstetricians were also there. Dad was working on a post-doc degree there. Let me be clear, Mom has her PhD in biology, specifically physiology, specializing in primates. Dad is a medical doctor. Both were working at a leading teaching hospital. Both had (and continue to have) intimate knowledge about how the human body works. They knew exactly what could happen to their unborn baby because of the Rubella.<br />
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Mom's thesis adviser strongly encouraged her to have an abortion. "You are young, why would you risk it? You can have more babies!" Mom's obstetrician advised her of the option of medical abortion because of the danger to the baby. Although this was in 1970 and before Roe, abortion was legal in Maryland. However, mom and dad did need to make a decision quickly, as she was five months pregnant.<br />
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Mom said no. Mom had a relatively new faith, but was perfectly confident that there would be nothing wrong with me. She is a bit of a worrier (a little bit of an understatement) and so the real miracle was that she wasn't worried in the slightest.<br />
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But everybody else was. For some reason, the news about the pregnancy and the rubella complications had gotten around the hospital. Dad's colleagues talked to him about it, Mom's colleagues knew.<br />
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Dad was a bit more worried. He spoke to his father about it. My paternal grandfather was a United Church of Christ minister and my grandmother was a woman of faith, but they also knew the struggles of dealing with a debilitating illness. At the time, my grandmother was completely paralyzed with Multiple Sclerosis and they lived together in a nursing home so that my grandfather could have some help taking care of my grandmother.<br />
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My grandfather told my dad that he and my grandmother would pray about it. When my dad next talked to them, my grandfather reminded him of a scripture that said that once you have put your hand to the plow, you don't look back. He said that the child was from God and that he and my grandmother would be very supportive of Mom and Dad. That gave Dad a sense of peace about it.<br />
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Mom spent a part of her pregnancy out of the country working on her thesis research. While she was gone, her church prayed for her, and the baby. In fact, attending the church was a young doctor. Although he didn't know mom, when the group explained the situation, he was very concerned. He placed himself at the center of the group and asked them to pray over him as if he were mom. He prostrated himself on the floor before God and prayed that the baby would be "perfect in every way." My mother did not find out about this prayer until several years later.*<br />
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Aside from the rubella issue, my mother had a completely uneventful pregnancy. She continued to be unworried about the potential problems. In fact, more than one person commented on how peaceful she seemed to be.<br />
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After I was born and the pediatrician examined me, he reported to mom that, "She's perfect!" Mom, in the throes of post-labor euphoria, said, "Of COURSE she is!" The doctor looked at her to get her attention and said, "No. I mean, She. Is. Perfect. There is not one thing wrong with her."** Mom realized at that moment how very worried even the pediatrician had been.<br />
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I am very glad that my parents agreed to continue the pregnancy and not end it. I am thankful that Mom had such an assurance that she didn't have the authority to make a different decision when God had seen fit to allow the pregnancy. I am grateful to God for giving Mom the grace of complete Peace. I am thankful for my Dad's parents who gave him words of comfort and assurance. I am grateful for the many people who prayed to my parents and for me. We will never know for sure if Mom did have Rubella. She tried at least one more time to have her blood tested and was never given a satisfactory answer. I don't know if the miracle that occurred was that I was protected from the damaging effects of a dangerous virus, or if it was the more "mundane" miracles of peace in the face of a dangerous diagnosis, assurance when everyone else was questioning, and the prayers of many people occurring for one little baby. Nevertheless, miracles occurred in the spring of 1970. And then I was born.<br />
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* Mom and Dad ran into that doctor about five years ago at a medical conference. When reminded, he recalled the situation and was happy that his one act of faith had had such far reaching consequences.<br />
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** The pediatrician had no idea that the words he was saying to my mom were a direct answer to that prayer prayed on Mom's behalf. It was that much more meaningful to Mom, when she heard about the prayer several years later, and was a huge blessing for her.<br />
<br />Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-84502743151466741882012-03-13T15:08:00.011-04:002012-04-02T07:31:33.265-04:00Prayer in the Outland<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnkoVzRufcg/T1-t25UPnqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zA37vhpSJKY/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnkoVzRufcg/T1-t25UPnqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zA37vhpSJKY/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719481210394091170" border="0" /></a><br />My great-grandmother, Margarete Kayser, was born in 1883 in Boerrstadt, a little farming town in the Donnersbergkreis area of the Rhineland-Pfalz region in Germany. She was the second youngest of a family of eleven children. Her father died when she was 12 and her mother died just before she turned 19. She went to work for her father's cousin's family in Frankfurt. They had a bakery and an apartment building there. While she was there, she met my great-grandfather, Fritz (Friederich), one of the family's younger sons, who was home doing his required military service. They fell in love.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-On6SciyAtQM/T1-yxfdacWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/B2Hd-MEx_I8/s1600/Fritz%2Band%2BMargareta.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-On6SciyAtQM/T1-yxfdacWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/B2Hd-MEx_I8/s320/Fritz%2Band%2BMargareta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719486615112020322" /></a><br />Fritz (hereafter known as Great Grampa) returned to the United States (he had come to the US earlier and returned to Germany to fulfill his compulsive service) and Gretel (his name for her) followed a year later and they were married in Springfield, Massachusetts where they settled and lived out most of their lives. They visited Germany a few times, but never stayed for long. They operated a bakery until fairly late in their lives. My great-grampa died when I was 18 mos old, and she died about a year later.<br /><br />My great-grandmother inherited some of her mother's books, prayer books and hymnals and the like. Lovely little books printed in the heavy gothic German script of the late 1800s. She also kept a Book of Days (my term), a beautiful little printed book with a poem/verse for every day of the year. In it she recorded births and deaths in the family. In the back there were pages for notes, and she wrote in it. Her mother wrote in her books too. Unfortunately, even native German speakers are having a terrible time deciphering my Gr Gr Grandmother's writing. The books were not expensive, and the cheap paper and ink has deteriorated significantly. And the writing is in the old German style, which is very hard for even native speakers to read. However, my Great-Grandmother's day book had clear writing.<br /><br />I asked one of my son's preschool teachers if she could translate it since she is from Germany. And she gave it to me this morning. It was a poem.<br /><br />Prayer in the Outland<br />By <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Sturm">Julius Sturm </a>1816-1896<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Oh, it must be so sad, if you have to die so lonely (alone)<br />If no eye greets us to sweeten the pain<br /><br />No one fluffs our pillow<br />No one squeezes our hand<br />When strangers stand around us<br />Who look at us coldly while we are dying.<br /><br />For this I am praying to you, God<br />Oh, don't call me earlier from here to come to you.<br /><br />Until I find again my dear Homeland<br />Where love is greeting me<br />sweetens every pain<br />And loving hands (from a friend) lower me into the grave.<br /><br />There, where my cross is standing on a (little) tower<br />In a golden shine<br />Where also my brothers' coffins are<br />A green hill (hold "the coffins")<br />Not far from my sister,<br />There I want to be buried.</span><br /><br />I read it to my mom this afternoon. Apparently Great-Gramma had talked about going back home, eventually, but she never did. And although my grandmother was able to find a Catholic priest to give her last rights as she was dying, and she became more peaceful as she was able to recite the familiar words in German, she did die alone.<br /><br />But she isn't forgotten.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-957936424457075622012-03-06T19:29:00.005-05:002012-03-07T07:34:57.156-05:00Just when you think they are little terrors....I have realized that the problem with "blogging" is that I write for different reasons. I can't really make this an on-line journal, as that would have to be anonymous, for obvious reasons. I don't really want to make this anything controversial, so I refrain from writing what I really think about politics, or religion, or whether Virginia is, indeed, God's Country.<br /><br />I started this blog because I wanted to jot down memories in a forum that I would be more apt to keep up with than scrapbooking. Because even though I am kinda crafty, I don't have the organization for that. Or the desire, really.<br /><br />And so, I am here sporadically. And much MORE sporadically since I have gotten interested in Genealogy. When I have time to sit down at the computer and actually type, I am more apt to dig into some ancestor's birth record.<br /><br />However, there are some things that are worth creating a specific blog post for, and this is one.<br /><br />You might know that <a href="www.churchoftheapostles.org">my church</a> has been in the midst of a legal battle with the Episcopal Church. After two trials and one appeal, <a href="http://www.anglicandoma.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=169074&articleId=29642">we have lost the church property</a>. Long story. Ask if you want LOTS of details. Anyway, we have had to find a new place to worship, new offices, etc. Even though we know that "church" is more than a building, and even though our warehouse of a building was not special, it was special to us. <br /><br />The second to last Sunday we worshiped there, our Rector asked the Children what was something special that they would remember about the place.<br /><br />My 5yo raised his hand straight up, not tentatively at all. I whispered to him to find out what he was going to say, worried, as you might imagine, what would come out of his mouth. Before I could get a good answer out of him, Fr. Harper approached with a microphone.<br /><br />"Jonathan," he said, "What will you remember most about this building."<br /><br />And my precious five year old, who is currently obsessed with all things Star Wars and super heroes, said, "Love. I have felt loved here."<br /><br />Oh. My. Heart.<br /><br />Yes, son, so have I. So have I.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-43652955043553248382011-07-05T16:35:00.005-04:002011-07-05T17:07:53.021-04:00How to make a superhero capeWell, we all know how to make a superhero cape. But how to make one that doesn't choke your child? I came up with the easiest one ever.<br /><br />Take one of your husband's old t-shirts. The bigger, the better. Whatever color. Don't worry if it has armpit stains, those will be cut off.<br /><br />I have no pictures of the following, because I did it a while ago. But seriously, so what if you make a mistake? Don't you have at least seventeen old t-shirts lying around the house?<br /><br />Cut off the arms. Slice it up the front up to the neckline, but don't cut the neckline. Carefully cut around each side of the neck, to the shoulder seam, leaving the circle of the neck intact. Cut down each shoulder seam to where you had sliced off the arms. Then spread out the fabric. You will have a squarish piece of fabric with a circle of neck at the middle and divots cut out where the arms used to be. The neck should still be attached all the way around the back of the shirt. Capes are roughly triangles. So, make a triangle shape, with the circle of the neck at the top. Do it however you think it looks right. Don't cut too far into the back of the neck where it is still attached. It should look something like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IdQeqZHX5mA/ThN3noXQrcI/AAAAAAAAATI/Yulsj4HOxx8/s1600/IMG_0614.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IdQeqZHX5mA/ThN3noXQrcI/AAAAAAAAATI/Yulsj4HOxx8/s320/IMG_0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625971882249465282" border="0" /></a>What you can't really tell is that after I made the "triangle" and put it on my son, the bottom corners dragged the ground because it was very long, so I just hacked off each corner until it didn't trip him up. This is going to be dependent on the size of the shirt, probably.<br /><br />The rest of it is merely a "fitting" issue.<br /><br />First, have your child step into the neck with the cape part in the FRONT:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5q6OrfFd4CI/ThN4GlgMRuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/n0ZBSlxK_50/s1600/IMG_0615.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5q6OrfFd4CI/ThN4GlgMRuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/n0ZBSlxK_50/s320/IMG_0615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625972414057563874" border="0" /></a>Then have him work it up around his chest right under his arms. The cape should still be in the front.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvFpVKC8K6U/ThN4HezkOHI/AAAAAAAAATg/pHwoyxkDZck/s1600/IMG_0617.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvFpVKC8K6U/ThN4HezkOHI/AAAAAAAAATg/pHwoyxkDZck/s320/IMG_0617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625972429439645810" border="0" /></a>Next, have him tuck his chin and start to flip it over his head, keeping his arms on the outside:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxcYKl4Jnug/ThN4H8KWz0I/AAAAAAAAATo/u36hqFAoT_8/s1600/IMG_0618.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxcYKl4Jnug/ThN4H8KWz0I/AAAAAAAAATo/u36hqFAoT_8/s320/IMG_0618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625972437319864130" border="0" /></a>If you have to stretch the neck, that is fine. And the first time you do this, it seems like you are hurting your child. And he may complain. But if you have stretched it enough, it should be ok. See?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSMTDEjlAMw/ThN4IdyfUMI/AAAAAAAAATw/p8zz-xwlalM/s1600/IMG_0619.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSMTDEjlAMw/ThN4IdyfUMI/AAAAAAAAATw/p8zz-xwlalM/s320/IMG_0619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625972446346563778" border="0" /></a>Then just continue flipping it over his head until it is flowing down his back.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdLz3d_vh1U/ThN6bJ64y4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/QlNDLKqIJLw/s1600/IMG_0621.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdLz3d_vh1U/ThN6bJ64y4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/QlNDLKqIJLw/s320/IMG_0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625974966453848962" border="0" /></a>I think this makes a kid pretty happy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1Wt_vAw1Ew/ThN6ZKCU6TI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VCUlH_aqAzM/s1600/IMG_0620.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1Wt_vAw1Ew/ThN6ZKCU6TI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VCUlH_aqAzM/s320/IMG_0620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625974932125313330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This will not fall off his shoulders as the neck is wrapped under his arms and around his back. It will not choke him if it gets snagged on something. And when it gets too stretched out to work anymore, you can make a new one! And I am sure there are some of y'all crafty types out there who can think of all sorts of things to decorate the cape with. Or, do the directions backward and keep whatever design on the shirt intact.<br /><br />See? Easiest choke-free cape EVER.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-86494919435127107932011-04-22T07:08:00.003-04:002011-04-22T07:18:31.787-04:00A Good Friday Miracle plus Theology from a 4yo before 7:00 a.m.My children slept for nearly 11 hours. Thomas, who routinely wakes up at 5:00 or before, and who has never slept pas 6:00, woke up at 6:15. This is miraculous. Seriously.<br /><br />And then Jonathan woke up about 6:30 and ran into our room and said, "Daddy, I had the most exciting dream!" When Marcus asked him about it, he said, "I was at Gramma and Grampa Bucher's house!" When asked what made it exciting, he said, "I played inside and outside! And Gramma Bucher and Grampa Bucher were there and Karen (the lady who helps with my grandmother) and Gramma Wenger AND Grampa* Wenger!" I repeated that last and he said, "Yes!" and then paused for a minute and asked, "Will God do the same thing to me that he did to Grampa Wenger? Will he make me alive again after I am dead?" When I said yes, if Jonathan believed in Jesus, he said, "Oh I DO believe in Him!" and then asked for breakfast.<br /><br />*My grandfather, Karl F. Wenger, died at the end of September, 2010, at the ripe old age of 92 1/2. I was positive that I had posted something about it then, but it must have been only to Facebook. Which makes me think that I should write something about him here. Perhaps I shall.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-17737517249039417072011-02-15T18:24:00.005-05:002011-02-15T18:51:39.615-05:00Random photos of the wedding.Now, don't get all wiggy...this WAS more than six years ago.<br /><br />But someone recently mentioned weddings and I thought of it.<br /><br />This was one of the windows inside the 18th C. church with a lovely arrangement of hydrangeas.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQY-ogB7XgE/TVsOdff7FbI/AAAAAAAAASM/jJtWiheqIhI/s1600/pretty%2Bchurch%2Bflowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQY-ogB7XgE/TVsOdff7FbI/AAAAAAAAASM/jJtWiheqIhI/s320/pretty%2Bchurch%2Bflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574064863635510706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is us, outside of the church, before the ceremony. (Yes, we saw each other before the ceremony...we didn't want to make everyone wait while we took pics afterward.)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FltmddG0N7k/TVsOIwm2vgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nUam5jhS0kU/s1600/M%2Band%2BK%2Bwedding.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FltmddG0N7k/TVsOIwm2vgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nUam5jhS0kU/s320/M%2Band%2BK%2Bwedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574064507450736130" border="0" /></a><br />This was immediately after the ceremony. First pic of us as Mr. and Mrs.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXodg0Eje-8/TVsNkbXxTHI/AAAAAAAAARk/UhozcfLva3g/s1600/post%2Bceremony.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXodg0Eje-8/TVsNkbXxTHI/AAAAAAAAARk/UhozcfLva3g/s320/post%2Bceremony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574063883275029618" border="0" /></a><br />This was such a funny picture with my cousin's daughter, our flower girl. She had just turned four. Isn't she just adorable?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PikdeMACaM/TVsNkeuO7BI/AAAAAAAAARc/tIz803I4NOI/s1600/with%2Bthe%2Bflower%2Bgirl.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PikdeMACaM/TVsNkeuO7BI/AAAAAAAAARc/tIz803I4NOI/s320/with%2Bthe%2Bflower%2Bgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574063884174552082" border="0" /></a><br />We had a large reception. The church didn't seat very many people, and the wedding was near my parents' home. So, we had the reception at their house, and they invited all their friends to the reception. This is a photo of our rector giving the blessing before we cut the cake. We tried to have a bit of a ceremonial aspect to it since about half the people couldn't be at the actual wedding.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzloRgxypws/TVsNkBQb5WI/AAAAAAAAARU/HN9vzxgFgSY/s1600/reception.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzloRgxypws/TVsNkBQb5WI/AAAAAAAAARU/HN9vzxgFgSY/s320/reception.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574063876264944994" border="0" /></a>This is another photo of the cake. I LOVED my cake. Originally, it was supposed to be white piping that mimicked the beading on my dress and was going to have a burgundy bow on the top which was going to cascade down the side. Each of us only had one attendant, and our accent color was burgundy. But the cake guy said that he was worried about the stability of the burgundy fondant and suggested the piping in burgundy. I think it was just lovely!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOb2-1dzFz4/TVsOczxWI1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/SiWX5mLUliI/s1600/cake.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOb2-1dzFz4/TVsOczxWI1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/SiWX5mLUliI/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574064851897426770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And here is a last photo of us being smoochy post-toast. The toast was a whole other ball of wax. We had prosecco instead of champagne, and had it as our only alcohol. It was a late morning wedding and this was, essentially, lunch. Seemed odd to have lots of booze. But the caterer didn't bring a corkscrew. So, there was my sister, in her maid of honor finery, yanking corks out of dozens of bottles with the corkscrew in my dad's swiss army knife.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4oU2pfqjhY/TVsOdMZVEhI/AAAAAAAAASE/lSEEEA-mCMQ/s1600/post-toast%2Bkiss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4oU2pfqjhY/TVsOdMZVEhI/AAAAAAAAASE/lSEEEA-mCMQ/s320/post-toast%2Bkiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574064858507579922" border="0" /></a><br />I could bore you with many more photos of the wedding, but I won't. Suffice it to say, we had a lovely time, and we continue to be happily married.<br /><br />Oh LOOK, a gratuitous cute photo of my two boys:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ2NE193gTU/TVsRZ-V4YxI/AAAAAAAAASU/pgeQpy1QznM/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ2NE193gTU/TVsRZ-V4YxI/AAAAAAAAASU/pgeQpy1QznM/s320/IMG_1144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574068101730296594" border="0" /></a>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-24843758466565687912010-12-18T11:43:00.007-05:002010-12-18T12:12:53.246-05:00Merry ChristmasWell, hello there. Apparently I am posting now once a quarter. Ah well.<br /><br />So, you guys who come to my little corner of the world get to see some silly potential Christmas card pictures:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQznW7sLM8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/SstW0JCVdMc/s1600/Christmas%2Bpicture%2B001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQznW7sLM8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/SstW0JCVdMc/s320/Christmas%2Bpicture%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552066821807092674" border="0" /></a>I can't imagine what it is like for people with more than two kids. At least there was one adult per child in this scenario.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQzoEQEGafI/AAAAAAAAAQY/D4NO4bkD3tU/s1600/Christmas%2Bpicture%2B003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQzoEQEGafI/AAAAAAAAAQY/D4NO4bkD3tU/s320/Christmas%2Bpicture%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552067600370264562" border="0" /></a>SOMEONE is a little too excited in this picture. (Remind me to tell you sometime about the passport photo I had taken in college....well ok, I will tell you now. After seventeen photos of me with my eyes half closed the photographer said, "For Pete's sake! Hold your eyes OPEN!" The effect was similar, though much more pronounced, to the photo above.)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQzobPaCzcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uC4ULHMUUWE/s1600/Christmas%2Bpicture%2B007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQzobPaCzcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uC4ULHMUUWE/s320/Christmas%2Bpicture%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552067995330858434" border="0" /></a>It gets a little ridiculous after a while, doesn't it?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQzoxGrQbdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Mh2v4xchtxQ/s1600/Christmas%2Bpicture%2B005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQzoxGrQbdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Mh2v4xchtxQ/s320/Christmas%2Bpicture%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552068370944257490" border="0" /></a>Ah yes, here is one we can use. FINALLY. It isn't perfect of anyone, but it is the best of all four of us. And so.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQzrGJt2OGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nRt_B7hivNo/s1600/nice%2Bborder.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TQzrGJt2OGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nRt_B7hivNo/s320/nice%2Bborder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552070931560937570" border="0" /></a><br />Merry Christmas from our house to yours. And may your New Year be full of joy and peace and blessings.<br /><br />(Please look back and note that my husband and my younger son almost always look pleasant and happy. Then look at how goofy my older kid and I are. Sheesh. I want a "photo" smile.)Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-56328672399937281202010-09-11T13:20:00.004-04:002010-09-11T14:20:33.808-04:00Never ForgetIt was a bright blue morning. Crisp, for late summer. There was a freshness in the air that made people here in the DC area a little bit more perky. I had been back to work for about a week after a terrible August*. My boss and I had a horrid day-long deposition to take/defend for one of our stupider clients who shall, obviously, remain nameless. I had gone to work a bit early to get ready and was listening to the radio. And the news started. And I called my boss at home and told her to turn on her tv, which we didn't have in the office. I found some internet video news site. We watched the news about New York, horrified. And then we found out about the Pentagon. And then we had to abandon the vigil and go deal with the stupid deposition.<br /><br />I didn't get a chance to see the news again until late that afternoon. And the photos and videos of smoldering buildings, and clouds of debris, and people hanging out of windows fifty stories up while the building behind them went up in flames will stay with me for the rest of my life.<br /><br />My sister was working near the White House at the Court of Federal Claims. She saw the plane that hit the Pentagon fly near her building, which is in a no-fly zone. She saw it from the window of a conference room where several had gathered to watch the news. She elected to evacuate prior to the "official" decision. She had to walk out of DC because the Metro had shut down. She had on heels for work as a law clerk. She walked six miles out of DC, mostly barefoot. Cell service was intermittent, but thankfully I was able to contact her once or twice to be assured of her safety and to call my parents and let them know she was "on the road" so to speak.<br /><br />I have a friend who was working in the Pentagon at the time. I called his office and cell and got nothing. Nothing all day. I didn't seriously panic because I had a vague memory that he had told me that there was an off-site meeting all day. He had been several miles away from the Pentagon when the plane hit, three doors down from his office. It took him all day to get back to his home in Maryland and phone me to let me know he was ok.<br /><br />When everything shut down at the Federal level, the local counties did the same. Our deposition was right across from the Fairfax County Courthouse. I walked outside on a break and marveled at the absolute stillness. There was no traffic. There was no one around. There were snipers on the roof of the Courthouse. There was still not a cloud in the sky. The air was still cool and crisp. Birds were chirping. The world smelled fresh and clean.<br />But everything had changed.<br /><br />We were attacked. We were at war. We were, and still are, hampered by the fact that there was no clear nation-state to respond to. But we were attacked by fascists just as determined to destroy our way of life as the regime which sent the kamikaze pilots to Pearl Harbor. And though we didn't want to destroy the Japanese people, or the German people for that matter, we NEEDED to respond. We still do. The enemy is more elusive this time. And hides in a religion. And while most Muslims are quick to distance themselves from the extremists, few step forward to identify those extremists. And the attacks keep happening. I have no answers, but I am pretty sure that one answer is NOT to stop pursuing.<br /><br />Never Forget.<br /><br />*Story for another time. Suffice it to say, I was full up on grief BEFORE 9/11.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-30278417534972575612010-09-01T12:32:00.003-04:002010-09-01T13:10:43.177-04:00Funny toddler speak.Jonathan turned four a week and a half ago and I need to write him a "Happy Birthday" post. But the tree fiasco has taken a bit of the wind out of our sails.<br /><br />I primarily started this blog as a forum to document the changes in my children's lives so that I would not forget, and the other night, Thomas reminded me of this when he mispronounced a word. So here, for all time, are some of the funny words that he come up with:<br /><br />Frog - pronounced without an "r" and with the "g" pronounced as a "ck". You can imagine. It reminds me of when Jonathan was learning to speak and he LOVED to shout the word "clock" whenever he saw one. Unfortunately he had a tendency to leave out the "l" sound. So I was reduced to saying, loudly, when we were in public, "Yes, that IS a CLOCK! See, it is 3:00!" <br /><br />Wah-nee. It means water. Don't know why the funny pronunciation. Seems like "wa-ter" is easier, but I am not 19 mos old.<br /><br />Why-Cause? - This is in response to me telling him what something is. I think it is because he started asking, "why?" and my response was, "Why? Because....." and he now just asks "Why-cause?"<br /><br />Hot! Everything that is not room temperature, from warm to hot AND from cool to cold.<br /><br />He knows a lot of body parts and will point them out (and poke them) with abandon! "Eyes! Nose! Errs (ears)! Hed! Herrrr (hair)! Chn! Mouse (mouth)! Tees! Tooeesss!!!"<br /><br />And, of course, food. "Mluck!" "Chick!" "cookieeeeee! (cookies or crackers or anything crispy). "Ah-Pool" Loves apples. Mostly loves identifying and saying the word. "Nursies!!!!"<br /><br />He also likes active words: "Danz!" "Wrunning!" "Hug!" As he throws himself full-body at you. And objects with wheels, cars and bikes and "twuck". And he is fond of showing and telling. "Come! Me!" accompanied by a demanding come hither hand gesture.<br /><br />He is in a bit of a spurt and is adding about two words a day right now. Phew.<br /><br />The Energizer bunny has NOTHING on this kid.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-75223419832080476332010-07-28T11:29:00.006-04:002010-07-28T12:06:39.363-04:00The haircutThomas had beautiful curls, as shown in the previous post.<br /><br />But he used them like a napkin, necessitating a hair scrub, if not a full bath, every<br />day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBUI8sOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/6UzzWCAsCkg/s1600/Summer+2010+121.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBUI8sOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/6UzzWCAsCkg/s320/Summer+2010+121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498987657726673810" border="0" /></a><br />Also, he is a sweaty little kid and his hair would be soaking wet after an afternoon at the park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBToD9q3JI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vIgNd4JTRe8/s1600/Summer+2010+165.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBToD9q3JI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vIgNd4JTRe8/s320/Summer+2010+165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498987092743216274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Marcus thought he was hot and miserable and asked me to get his hair cut. Since Marcus doesn't weigh in very much on these issues, I listened to him.<br /><br />The haircut, from Thomas' point of view:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQboud_PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CTzcIXSZKjA/s1600/Thomas+haircut+007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQboud_PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CTzcIXSZKjA/s320/Thomas+haircut+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498983580738387186" border="0" /></a><br />Beautiful curls.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQbGBlXJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9OvKjKxL_Ek/s1600/Thomas+haircut+004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQbGBlXJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9OvKjKxL_Ek/s320/Thomas+haircut+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498983571423321234" border="0" /></a>I am fine with my beautiful curls, mommy. Can't you tell?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQazlCCsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eY4Jn40oQ0A/s1600/Thomas+haircut+003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQazlCCsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eY4Jn40oQ0A/s320/Thomas+haircut+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498983566471727810" border="0" /></a>You wanna do WHAT? Cut them OFF? No.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQb-ijx4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/_PT36Tu8GMk/s1600/Thomas+haircut+015.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQb-ijx4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/_PT36Tu8GMk/s320/Thomas+haircut+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498983586594015106" border="0" /></a>This feels weird.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQcdDie0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4fgSQvHFie4/s1600/Thomas+haircut+017.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBQcdDie0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4fgSQvHFie4/s320/Thomas+haircut+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498983594785405762" border="0" /></a>Hey, pretty girl cutting my hair, lollipop to suck on, life isn't too bad!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBSn8QrAsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/w8s-9nokwHQ/s1600/Thomas+haircut+020.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBSn8QrAsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/w8s-9nokwHQ/s320/Thomas+haircut+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498985991163806402" border="0" /></a>Still pretty happy, even missing half my hair.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBSocX9LAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zspZo4zSKOw/s1600/Thomas+haircut+036.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBSocX9LAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zspZo4zSKOw/s320/Thomas+haircut+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498985999784291330" border="0" /></a>I think I must now be quite serious, as I am now a big boy.<br /><br />And what has big brother Jonathan been doing this whole time? All swimming, all the time:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBVYG09fhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fXUr-x8jTtk/s1600/Summer+2010+084.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TFBVYG09fhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fXUr-x8jTtk/s320/Summer+2010+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498989017657343506" border="0" /></a>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-82305526937749144282010-07-06T20:45:00.011-04:002010-07-06T22:04:12.774-04:00And HEY, there are pictures!I promised you photos. So, here they are.<br /><br />This is a great pic taken this past weekend, on July 4, the boys with Great-Grampa. My mom's dad. He is 92. Thomas is almost 18 months and Jonathan will be four at the end of August. Precious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPPHKuUMMI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZMN57tTR8to/s1600/Summer+2010+026+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPPHKuUMMI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZMN57tTR8to/s320/Summer+2010+026+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490960092739416258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These are the beautiful curls on my Baby. Toddler. Soon to be a little boy. I have got to get his hair cut. I don't want to lose the curls, but he is so hot with them, and he uses them as a napkin. But, oh my heart.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPP_RoyPeI/AAAAAAAAANs/3WrxO4tGsw0/s1600/Summer+2010+012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPP_RoyPeI/AAAAAAAAANs/3WrxO4tGsw0/s320/Summer+2010+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490961056667942370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Huh, that reminds me of another little boy (taken when HE was 19 months old).....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPSjPNw2aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8GgRyHbeN4A/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPSjPNw2aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8GgRyHbeN4A/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490963873516280226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Who has turned into quite the sun worshipper.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPakkDDrtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nzYhsCg4bhQ/s1600/Summer+2010+003+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPakkDDrtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nzYhsCg4bhQ/s320/Summer+2010+003+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490972692381413074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And yeah, that is a slate patio. On the Fourth of July. In Virginia. He only lay down for about three and a half seconds. And I added that dark "towel" to the picture of him. Because I can and should.<br /><br />Oh, and you guys were all interested in how wonderfully Thomas is sleeping, right? Well we got a nifty little video monitor so we could tell if he were standing up in bed hollering for us, or if he was just rolling around trying to get back to sleep. Pretty nifty, eh?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPbZhWYZII/AAAAAAAAAOE/bGAgs_IMnUE/s1600/Summer+2010+002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPbZhWYZII/AAAAAAAAAOE/bGAgs_IMnUE/s320/Summer+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490973602190222466" border="0" /></a><br />You can see the whole crib. Well, nearly the whole crib. And it is infared or some such technology that allows us to see into the crib at night. Coolness. Sometimes you see chubby legs crossed at the ankles. Sometimes a little bum up in the air.<br /><br />He likes his crib. I thought I would grab a shot of him just waking up from a nap or something. He doesn't look too happy about being photographed, does he?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPd-lvYJvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qSvK_eV3Mqg/s1600/Spring+2010+032.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPd-lvYJvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qSvK_eV3Mqg/s320/Spring+2010+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490976438047221490" border="0" /></a><br />And that is what I expect to see when I look at the video monitor (only he would be asleep, and not from that angle, but you know what I mean.) However, often I see this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPbZhWYZII/AAAAAAAAAOE/bGAgs_IMnUE/s1600/Summer+2010+002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPbZhWYZII/AAAAAAAAAOE/bGAgs_IMnUE/s320/Summer+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490973602190222466" border="0" /></a><br />Which would be fine if I hadn't JUST PUT THE BABY IN THE CRIB AND LEFT THE ROOM.<br /><br />The number of times that I have seen this and had a slight heart attack is more than I would care to admit. Because he hasn't piffed out of his crib or been raptured. He is there. Really. See?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPc6LBCjRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fXhj-Rj3v2w/s1600/Summer+2010+002+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPc6LBCjRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fXhj-Rj3v2w/s320/Summer+2010+002+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490975262642441490" border="0" /></a><br />I have no idea how he fits himself into that tiny area, but he does, curled up in a tight little ball. I suspect that little nubbin that you see is the edge of his bottom as he is pressed cross-wise up against the head of the crib.<br /><br />Anyway. I hope you enjoyed. And one last gratuitous cuteness photo, the boys making a train out of boxes from a Costco run:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPfhRhiVuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1QD4Zt_Gdo4/s1600/Spring+2010+040.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/TDPfhRhiVuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1QD4Zt_Gdo4/s320/Spring+2010+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490978133427508962" border="0" /></a>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-32518576432974311462010-07-02T08:04:00.002-04:002010-07-02T08:05:59.594-04:00Wow.So, here I am three months later with very little to say.<br /><br />Thomas has been sleeping better, which just gives him more energy to run around and scare me half to death by climbing EVERYWHERE.<br /><br />We are overwhelmed with swimming lessons and assorted summer stuff. Trying to keep a toddler from jumping headfirst into the pool to get to his brother is, well, trying.<br /><br />Back with pictures of the growing boys.......Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-29067927382668063152010-03-18T15:08:00.002-04:002010-03-18T15:33:57.944-04:00ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz........So, here is the update on the sleep situation as detailed in my last post. We got struck by the stomach flu here, and then a bout of the snots and coughing for the baby and myself, so we didn't start anything until last Friday night.<br /><br />We figured we were going to have to do SOMETHING that involved crying, but I am constitutionally unable to deal with leaving him in the room to cry by himself. So we settled on what is variously called the gradual approach (Weissbluth), the "stay in the room" method (Dana Obleman, The Sleep Sense Program), and the Shuffle (Kim West, aka The Sleep Lady). <br />(I will come back and give html links to those things in a bit, I want to just get this down while it is fresh. If you really want to know the links, shoot me an email.)<br /><br />We read the above references and went with West's book. It is most thorough for the approach we took. Essentially it goes like this. Nights 1, 2 and 3 you sit beside the crib and pat and talk to your baby until he falls asleep. Pick him up if he is hysterical, but just to calm him down, he must not fall asleep on you. Nights 4, 5, and 6, move halfway across the room. Reassure verbally and occassionally go to pat and coo, and pick up if necessary, but mostly stay across the room. Nights 7, 8, 9 sit at the door and do the same thing. Then go out of the door but stay visible. Then out of the door, not visible, but so the baby can hear you. Etc.<br /><br />All "sleep solutions" start with the same premise: routine is best, early bedtimes for babies are best, and good naps mean good nighttime sleep.<br /><br />Our routine is simple, after Thomas eats, I change him into jammies and as soon as my husband gets home, he says goodnight to daddy and we go read some books (2-4 depending on my mood) and then lights out and we say a prayer and sing a song and I nurse him. This all takes about 20 minutes. And he isn't a long nurser at bedtime. (Naps are a different story....I have to unlatch him every time.) When he stops nursing, he gets burped on my shoulder and rocked for about thirty seconds, then I put him in the crib.<br /><br />We are now on night six and I am already sitting beside the door. The first two nights he stood in his crib and leaned over the bars and clutched at me. Wailed his little head off. But, I was sitting right there, patting him and talking to him. Every now and then I would pick him up and snuggle for a few seconds. After about 45 minutes, he fell asleep. The second night he cried a little less, but figured out that he could lie down and poke his little hand between the slats and grab my leg. I didn't want that to be a crutch for him, so I scooted out of the way and just patted his bottom myself. Each of those nights he woke up once, and then started his early waking at about 4 a.m. However, on the third night and the fourth night he didn't cry much at all and we moved to sitting a few feet from the crib. Those two nights he only waked up once in the middle of the night and then at shortly after 6. The FIFTH night? Tuesday night? He slept the whole night through. Finally fell asleep at about 8 and woke up about 6:30. Last night, the sixth night, he fell asleep with no crying, and very little complaining, with me sitting right by the door. He did wake once, very gassy, but when I picked him up, he flung himself to the side and pointed at the crib, so I laid him back down and patted his bottom for a few seconds and then went and sat by the door. He then slept solidly, AND SO DID WE, until 6:45 this morning.<br /><br />We anticipate a bit more complaining when we go out of the door, especially since his brother's room is right next door. We are not going to take that step for another few nights since I have a meeting tomorrow night and all day on Saturday and things will be a bit disturbed.<br /><br />But kids, check it out. We have had some serious chunks of uninterrupted sleep! Now I don't know if it is the wonderful PLAN that has worked, or if it was just his time (Jonathan started suddenly sleeping through the night at about this age.) But what a blessing!Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-81559046973708095792010-02-23T07:57:00.007-05:002010-02-23T11:09:05.179-05:00To sleep, perchance to dream....HELP!Well hello there, dear readers. In case you follow this blog and wonder why I don't post all that much, the answer is quite simple: the baby doesn't sleep and therefore neither do I and therefore I am beyond tired. All. The. Time. <br /><br />So, I am asking for your help. We are completely tapped out of ideas. I will give you the back story and I would love your advice.<br /><br />We are second time parents, so this should not be rocket science, but it is. Our older boy is now 3 1/2. Thomas is 13 months old. Jonathan didn't sleep more than a couple hours at a stretch until he was 15 months old, so this isn't new, but lack of sleep when you have one kid is much different than when you have two. Also, as I will detail below, we were able to deal with his waking in a different fashion.<br /><br />Our philosophy is basically attachment parenting: baby-led weaning (I nursed J until he was almost two and I was five months pregnant with his brother); babywearing (see previous post); co-sleeping (see details below); and being very responsive to the babies.<br /><br />With both of the babies, we co-slept full time for the first six months or so, and then brought the baby to bed with us after the first or second night-waking for the rest of the night. This was necessary with Jonathan, as we were in the middle of renovations and his crib was in our room. <br /><br />We were somewhat desperate as he rounded his first birthday and was still waking up four and five times a night, but we realized that any of the sleep "solutions" were very hard with co-sleeping in the picture. So we were waiting until the renovations were finished and the crib went into his own room. And we functioned rather well, all things considered. Though I wanted more sleep, I was able to sleep between his wakings. He would nurse for a few minutes and then we would both fall asleep. It worked ok. It WAS annoying that the intervals between his wakings got shorter and shorter as the night progressed. Four hours, then three, then two, then one, etc. Which meant that he was the most wakeful after 3:00 a.m., which is JUST when I need to sleep the hardest. Nevertheless, we managed. And, miracle of miracles, the NIGHT that we moved into our addition and moved his crib to his room, he slept for ten hours straight. TEN. And the next night he slept eleven. And that was that. He is now a GREAT sleeper and rarely wakes in the middle of the night.<br /><br />So. We never really had to do any sleep solutions for him, though we were prepared for the No Cry Sleep Solution as well as Dr. Jay Gordon's "program." Now, neither of those has worked for Thomas. And then my wonderful chiropractor, herself a mom of two small boys, sent me an ebook which had a gradual approach, which let the child cry, but we would be in the room with him, first beside his crib, and then a few feet away, etc. etc. etc. Supposed to do a few days on each segment. We have never managed to get away from the crib.<br /><br />So here we are. I still nurse him, but he does not fall asleep, most of the time. And I am about 90% successful at putting him down when he is still awake, though very quiet. And about three quarters of the time, we are able to get him to go to sleep "on his own" at the beginning of the night. Starting with a book or two and ending with sleep, about 45 minutes. Which isn't bad. Same deal with the 3 year old, only his routine includes a bath and songs, etc. And it is ok if both of us are home, we split the tasks. The OTHER twenty five percent of the time, it takes an hour and a half for him to go to sleep. Much of the time is spent with him in the crib and one of us sitting next to the crib. Most of that time he is not crying, but if we try to leave, he starts screaming. Bah. <br /><br />But as annoying as THAT is, the real problem comes after that. Some nights he will sleep for about six hours, until 1 or 2 a.m. Then he starts a waking cycle that is enough to make the strongest man weep. He wakes up with a roar and a scream, and continues yelling until we get in there. If it is me, and he nurses, he gets quiet instantly. If my husband goes in, he yells for another three minutes and then settles. About half the time we can get him quiet and back to bed in fairly short order: twenty minutes or so. (And occassionally, about once a week, he actually POINTS to the crib, or tries to throw himself back in it, and he goes right back down, two minutes, start to finish. And each time that happens, we have a glimmer of hope. Sigh.) But the other half of the time, it takes more than an hour for him to go back to sleep. Again, much of that time is spent with him in the crib. It is MUCH easier to rock him back to a deep sleep and put him down, but we are desperately trying to get him more used to falling asleep without being held. On good nights, he wakes only two or three times after he has gone (finally) to bed, usually at about 1 ish and 4 ish, and then 5:30 or so. <br /><br />On bad nights? Every two hours. And it is making us crazy. Last night is a good example, and please bear with me with the details. Hubs got home at 6:45 and I immediately took the baby in to put him to bed. He was already dressed for bed. At 8:15, hubs came in to relieve me and the baby finally was asleep at 8:30. Did you get that? Almost TWO HOURS. He woke up with a yell at 11:30. I nursed him and put him in his crib and patted him. I was almost out the door at midnight when he jerked up and stood up and started yelling. I finally managed to leave at 1:00 a.m. Did you get that? An hour and a half. And then he woke up at 4:20. Hubs got up with him and got him back down and he crawled back in bed at 5:00. Baby woke up twenty minutes later. M got up again with him since he hadn't gotten to sleep. Baby slept on him for a while and then he was able to put him back in the crib. M lay down on the guest room bed (Thomas' crib is in the guest room) for another 20 minutes. Finally T was wide awake at 6:15. I heard him roar awake without the monitor and got up to give M a break. Marcus wasn't going to be able to sleep since he needs to be up and at 'em at 7 to get to work on time, but at least he could get some space. So, to sum it up, we had a crappy night, and Marcus essentially was awake from 4:20 on.<br /><br />As I said up at the front of this super long post, I was able to deal with Jonathan because I just pulled him into bed with us. I have tried that with Thomas, but the problem is that he just does NOT unlatch when he nurses. He will nurse the entire time he is in bed with me. Constant. I can fall asleep and then wake up two hours later because I am in a cramped position and he is STILL actively sucking. And that created a real painful situation for me. I actually didn't think that was the problem, and got myself looked at. The doctor suggested not letting him nurse like that and magically, the pain went away. So....no co-sleeping now. We have him in a crib in his own room and we get up and go in there and rock with him or sit by the crib.<br /><br />Some people say, "Let the baby fuss for a bit before you go in." Which we do, when he is just whining and fussing. But most of the time he is YELLING, at the TOP OF HIS LUNGS. (Have I mentioned that he is a loud kid?) His room is right next to his brother's room, and until we have a plan, we are loathe to just let him cry. And we realize that unless we are totally committed to a plan, if we negatively reinforce the crying by sometimes going in and sometimes not, it will get worse.<br /><br />His sleep hasn't always been this bad. Couple times a night was routine for the first nine months. Once he started solids more, the sleep got really bad and he would wake up five and six times a night. That is when we started getting super cranky. But we weren't happy about letting him CIO because he really seemed like he was in pain. Finally we thought it might be reflux and the doc put him on Zantac. Worked well after about a week, and the sleep improved for about two weeks. (only waking twice a night) Then got bad again and we upped the Zantac. Better for two weeks and then not so much. So the doc put him on Prevacid. Got better for about two weeks, and now not so much.<br /><br />I would say that now, about 20% of the time he seems super uncomfortable and REALLY gassy. And 20% of the time he seems really mad. And the other 60%, he is just awake. Sometimes for a looooong time. But I am loathe to let him just wake up and cry and cry and cry if there is a 1 in 5 chance that he is really uncomfortable. That just seems mean to me.<br /><br />But we are both shattered and short-tempered. The 3yo gets the brunt of my short temper because he is a willful 3 and I don't have much patience for that at the best of times. My diet has suffered tremendously (who wants to eat veggies and fruit when you have had four hours of broken sleep....only cake gets the serotonin levels up to functioning capacity.) Marcus and I have ZERO time together as we HAVE to fall into bed the very second that Thomas has gone to sleep if we are to get any rest.<br /><br />I am pretty strict about naps for T....morning and afternoon. I don't do things that make him miss them, if I can help it, since he sleeps so little. He rarely naps for more than 45 minutes, and often only 30. I KNOW that naps are important and sleep begets sleep and all that. He just doesn't sleep ever. ONE night this week, for the first time in two months, he woke at 1, got right back down, and then woke at 6:20 for the day. Heaven. I tried to replicate that entire day, as well as the naps and bedtime routine. FAIL. Very disheartening.<br /><br />So people, I need help. If you have done any kind of sleep solution, could you give me specifics about how it worked for you? I can read the books, but it is disheartening when they say, "for a few nights" and it hasn't changed in two weeks. So I need real-world advice. Did ANYTHING work for you? What do you do about the yelling waking up the pre-schooler in the next room? How many days or weeks did it take to work? HELP!Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-71951008478411568382010-02-07T13:59:00.011-05:002010-10-04T16:25:11.916-04:00Winter BabywearingWhat do you do when there is 2 1/2 feet of snow on the ground and you have been cooped up inside for days with a 1 year old and a 3 1/2 year old. Well, you bundle them up in their multi-layered snow gear, of course, and head outside.<br /><br />And the big guy will have fun climbing snow mountains.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28ObR6UdhI/AAAAAAAAALs/bT5SpV_4KRs/s1600-h/Snowmageddon+2010+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28ObR6UdhI/AAAAAAAAALs/bT5SpV_4KRs/s320/Snowmageddon+2010+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435579137086748178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But what about the little one, who is in the "drunken sailor" stage of walking? He is fine barefoot or with his little soft leather shoes, but boots? No way. No walk.<br /><br />Well, you can plunk him in a snow pile and smoosh some against his back so he is braced.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28O6eGPUnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FX3NOWzJQms/s1600-h/Snowmageddon+2010+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28O6eGPUnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FX3NOWzJQms/s320/Snowmageddon+2010+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435579672933913202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But then, especially if it is still snowing, he looks like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28PLjaTM7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z307StqTkBE/s1600-h/Snowmageddon+2010+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28PLjaTM7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z307StqTkBE/s320/Snowmageddon+2010+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435579966418006962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And so you take him in, after thirty five seconds. (And after dropping your camera in the snow, but that is the subject of a different post.) So, the snow is still deep. Still needs shoveling. (The hubs, of course, is doing the lion's share of the shoveling, but one has to help out, doesn't one?) And most of all, everyone needs fresh air.<br /><br />So, being a babywearing kind of a gal, you want to put him in the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ergobaby.com">Ergo</a>. But that doesn't work well over a coat. And it would be really uncomfortable with HIM in a coat, too. But it is below freezing out there. What to do? What to do? Well, if we had weather like this all the time, I would buy a babywearing <a href="http://childrensneeds.com/suse_s_kinder_coat.html">coat </a>or <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=260537762300&rvr_id=&crlp=1_263602_263622&UA=WVF%3F&GUID=f682c72311f0a0b58731fb01fff5e100&itemid=260537762300&ff4=263602_263622">poncho</a>. But I live in the allegedly temperate mid-Atlantic. We get snowfalls like this once every five years.<br /><br />But mama can improvise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28V-UBHstI/AAAAAAAAAMc/S49qPsodJLo/s1600-h/Snowmageddon+2010+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28V-UBHstI/AAAAAAAAAMc/S49qPsodJLo/s320/Snowmageddon+2010+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587435528958674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And the baby likes it, too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28R9g5TL_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/DRpv1DbSamQ/s1600-h/Snowmageddon+2010+019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S28R9g5TL_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/DRpv1DbSamQ/s320/Snowmageddon+2010+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435583023759437810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now, we needed a third person (Hi, honey!) to help tuck the blanket around him, but I just tucked the top corners under the ergo shoulder straps and the bottom ones into the waist strap.<br /><br />Done.<br /><br />*Updated 10/4/2010 - There is a recent kerfluffle over the safety of babywearing. Stephanie Precourt is raising awareness of the Baby Carrier Industry Alliance (BCIA) which encourages safe babywearing. Go to <a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2010/10/babywearing-and-call-to-action.html">her post</a> to see more babywearing bloggers, and go see the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/BabyCarrierIndustryAlliance">BCIA Facebook page</a> for more information.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-3474508580316658702010-01-19T10:48:00.002-05:002010-01-19T10:52:39.215-05:00Nearly the best quote everA prophetess (for lack of a better quick description), giving a message to a man about to die from his God:<br /><br />“Your Father calls you to His Court. You need not pack; you go garbed in glory as you stand. He waits eagerly by His palace doors to welcome you, and has prepared a place at His high table by His side, in the company of the great-souled, honored, and best-beloved. In this I speak true."<br /><br />From <span style="font-style:italic;">Paladin of Souls</span>, by Lois McMaster BujoldKimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-72075117442190426592010-01-17T13:57:00.003-05:002010-01-19T10:47:02.078-05:00I'm 1 (not 2 not 3 not 4)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S1XTbCDX7EI/AAAAAAAAALc/5LRjFIJ7q8s/s1600-h/Winter+2009+024.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S1XTbCDX7EI/AAAAAAAAALc/5LRjFIJ7q8s/s400/Winter+2009+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428477387225951298" /></a><br />Thomas, our little baby, isn't so little, nor so much of a baby any more. He turned one year old on Sunday a week ago. We had a little family party. Big brother Jonathan oversaw the cake sprinkles, Aunt Kristen provided presents for both boys (what a good auntie!), God provided just enough snow that both kids could go sledding at Gramma and Grampa's.<br /><br />It is hard to imagine that it has been a year since he was born. It has been a sleepless year, which seems to be getting worse, not better, but that is a whole 'nother post.<br /><br />Thomas, though, seems little worse for the wear despite not sleeping. He started taking a few tentative steps the week before his first birthday. He now is taking more non-tentative steps, though he isn't proficient at all. But he is VERY tenacious. And excited. He THROWS himself in the direction he wants to walk, little feet trying very hard to keep up with his torso. His favorite activity is pushing a barstool around our main floor. The hardwood floors make it easy, and he very rapidly moves from room to room. Of course, he also flings toys around with abandon, and doesn't know enough to look at his feet when walking, thus tripping and falling to his knees with regularity.<br /><br />He is a very happy child (more so when he is on his reflux medicine...we are giving it a break too see if his behavior is different, to report to the doctor tomorrow) and loves to laugh. He has a deep belly laugh, which sounds like it comes from a much older child. His favorite source of amusement (his favorite source of everything, come to think of it) is his big brother. Jonathan doesn't find him quite as amusing, but generally they are big fans of one another. Frequently they seem to need to occupy the same exact square foot of space at the same exact time. Wrestling and yelling ensues, some of it between the boys, much of it from Marcus and me.<br /><br />Thomas is a bit more of a risk taker than Jonathan was, so I am learning the trick of turning chairs into the tables, so he won't climb on them. I went into the front room yesterday to find him attempting to do chin-ups on the shelves under the front window. Strong kid. <br /><br />He is just as much of a cuddler as his big brother, which is nice, though he has a distressing tendency to fling himself backwards in your arms. He likes the feeling and he likes hanging upside down, but it is quite disconcerting if one isn't prepared. The baby is slipping away into the toddler. I feel a pang of regret that I wasn't better able to absorb his babyhood into my memory. We did a fair job off taking pictures, but I am not sure how much I was able to enjoy it, in my fog of sleeplessness. I am determined to enjoy his toddlerhood, though I greatly fear that much of it will be spent saying, "THOMAS! Nooooooo!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S1XTbuXxU_I/AAAAAAAAALk/a1bw6l7wIEM/s1600-h/Thomas+birthday+049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/S1XTbuXxU_I/AAAAAAAAALk/a1bw6l7wIEM/s400/Thomas+birthday+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428477399122662386" border="0" /></a>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-6111497714849849022010-01-03T17:15:00.004-05:002010-01-04T08:32:51.205-05:00How I cook: Rice Pudding edition **Updated**So. This is a tiny peek inside my brain.<br /><br />We had Chinese food last night and lots of leftover rice. Wanted to make rice pudding. Wanted a baked rice pudding. So I looked online.<br /><br />Found <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/baked-rice-pudding-recipe2/index.html">this one</a>. Looked good. And so I set out, preheating the oven.<br /><br />1 C. cooked rice. Hmmm. I have a small takeout container. That seems to be about two cups. Probably fine. Smoosh up into casserole. SHOOT, forgot to grease pan. Oh well.<br /><br />2 1/2 C milk. Well, I doubled the rice. But FIVE cups of milk? That seems like a lot. Let's start with 3 and see what we think.<br /><br />3 large eggs. Obviously needs to be increased, but maybe not double since am not doubling milk. Will whisk up five.<br /><br />3/4 C. sugar. Am thinking of avoiding white sugar when possible. Will use <a href="http://www.fromnaturewithlove.com/soap/product.asp?product_id=GRANHONEY">honey granules</a> instead.* And since honey is sweeter than sugar, will only use 1C.<br /><br />3/4 C. raisins. Hate raisins in stuff. Will use dried cranberries. And 1 C of them.<br /><br />Spices. Will use pumpkin pie spice instead. Because I have a whole jar even though I don't make pumpkin pie nearly often enough for my husband.<br /><br />Add honey granules to the milk, add whisked eggs into milk. Add cranberries to rice in bowl. Sprinkle spice onto of rice and mix with hands. GOOPY! Begin to pour milk/egg mixture into rice. Realize forgot vanilla AND salt. Add to milk, without measuring, in some quantity more than called for in recipe. Add rest to rice.<br /><br />Find 9 x 13 pan. Realize that it (stoneware) is UNDERNEATH all other stoneware pans even though it is the only one ever used. Sigh. Do weight lifting for the day.<br /><br />Follow directions for water bath and pop into oven.<br /><br />Sigh satisfactorily for having successfully followed a recipe.<br /><br />*If I have piqued your interest re: honey granules, don't buy from that link, it is way expensive. Buy from <a href="http://www.breadbeckers.com/store/pc/Honey-Granules-5-lb-Pail-141p2488.htm">these people</a>. It is where I buy grain stuff for my mill. The website is non-user friendly, but I trust the quality.<br /><br />UPDATE: It turned out really well, though I cooked it about an hour and 45 minutes. And in the middle had to spin the oven up to 350 to quick cook some chicken. But when stuff is in a water bath on a low oven, it is hard to really mess it up. Next time I might add some grated orange peel. Because I didn't double the milk, it is a bit more solid than the picture of hers, which is fine with me. I served mine with a drizzle (ahem) of heavy cream.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-25394181416001668192009-11-12T10:50:00.002-05:002009-11-12T11:15:00.532-05:00More on the diapersSo, I have been using the <a href="http://www.thenaturalbabyco.com/grobaby%E2%84%A2-ic-11_16.html">GroBaby</a> system for five months. Love it. Never thought I would like cloth diapers, since I hate laundry. And then I found out that GroBaby had launched a new product: biodegradable disposable "soakers", the inserts that snap into the outer shells. Well, since they are disposable, they don't have snaps, they have some adhesive where the snaps would be. GroBaby sent me a box of the disposable <a href="http://www.thenaturalbabyco.com/gro-baby-bio-soaker-pads-p-745.html">BioSoakers</a> to try. <br /><br />For FCC purposes, they sent me the box for free, and requested that I give them a try and let people know, via this blog, how I liked them. <br /><br />I LOVE them. <br /><br />They are just perfect for when I know that I will be out and about and don't want to deal with the cloth inserts (which isn't a huge deal since I carry little bags to put the wet soakers in to bring them home). In spite of the fact that the BioSoakers contain less than 10% of those super absorbent pellets that regular disposable contain, they were surprisingly absorbent. Yesterday afternoon my husband forgot to change the baby before a nap, and so the kid was in a GroBaby shell with a BioSoaker from 1:00 until about 5:30. No leaks! And I don't know what is on the outside of the BioSoaker, GroBaby says it isn't made of plastic, but it is nearly waterproof!<br /><br />The one downside is that there sometimes is a bit of adhesive left on the shell from when you pull off the BioSoaker. I have noticed that if you let the whole diaper sit for a second, and cool off from the baby's body temp, the adhesive is easier to remove.<br /><br />That isn't too much of a downside. The BioSoakers retail for $20 for a box of 50, and they are compatible with the GroBaby system, so they will work for all size babies. No more paying $20 for three diapers when your kid has gotten really big.<br /><br />So, BIG thumbs up to GroBaby, for really great cloth diapers (and really great customer service!) and for giving cloth diaperers an alternative for when cloth isn't such a great option.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-2536363229947377132009-10-17T10:43:00.003-04:002009-10-17T11:08:12.868-04:00Cloth Diapering, most of the time.Well folks, here I am again. Boy, it has been a while, hasn't it? I have had several posts on issues of vital and timely interest in the works. But by the time that I get to them, they are neither timely nor relevant. Bah.<br /><br />Babies. They take up a lot of time. Especially when they are sick and/or have been growth spurting.<br /><br />Anyhow, one of the aspects of having Thomas as a baby that I have really enjoyed is cloth diapering. In several of my other posts, I have mentioned that I was going to use the <a href="http://www.thenaturalbabyco.com/grobaby%E2%84%A2-ic-11_16.html">Gro Baby system</a>. I got a couple of the diapers and inserts, and then decided to just take the plunge and buy the whole system. Even though I hate doing laundry, and cloth diapers definitely increase the frequency of laundry, I like using them.<br /><br />There are several reasons that we started cloth diapering Thomas, even though we didn't for Jonathan. The primary one was cost. When I ordered the Gro Baby system, both kids were in diapers, though Jonathan basically potty trained about a week later. But I had ordered disposables for both and spent nearly $120 at one time. So, I realized that the cloth would definitely be cheaper.<br /><br />The second reason was that Thomas had a bit of a rash that was unresponsive to treatment. And it occurred to me that maybe he was having a reaction to the disposables. One more reason to try cloth.<br /><br />And the third reason was that I wanted to say that I had tried it. You know, just to see if I could.<br /><br />So, we have been cloth diapering since the middle/end of July and have been very happy.<br /><br />I chose Gro Baby because they are a "one size" diaper, with snaps to increase or decrease the rise of the diaper as your baby grows, or to accommodate a booster pad. I also liked the "all in two" aspect of the Gro Baby system. And all in two system has an outer part, in this case the Gro Baby shell, and an inner part, the soaker pad. The Gro Baby system is unique in that the entire outer portion is mesh/PUL so that it is waterproof (mostly...it isn't plastic, so that it is a bit permeable) and dries VERY quickly. The entire soaker snaps out and can be tossed in the laundry. You don't have to wash the shell every time. I go through about eight soakers and three shells a day. You just rotate the shells and they dry out between changes. I thought this would be smelly, but it really isn't.<br /><br />There ARE more leaks at night, or, more accurately, in the early morning hours, depending on how much he has nursed. The leaks are mitigated somewhat if I close the diaper differently. Still experimenting with this.<br /><br />They diapers wash beautifully. I have had no problems with smells at all. There are a few stains, but those do come out better if you can put the wet diapers in the sun. The rash that he seemed to have is mostly cleared up, and he seems to react well to the cloth.<br /><br />And they are pretty darn cute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/StnbyiAn9UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_fFM_FQk-6M/s1600-h/End+Aug+Sept+2009+061.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_134uTt6Fm9g/StnbyiAn9UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_fFM_FQk-6M/s400/End+Aug+Sept+2009+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393583689922245954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />However, when we went away on vacation at the beginning of September, we just took disposables. Too much to deal with when away for a week. And disposable work well. But Thomas' rash came back. Phooey. Took a week for it to clear up when we got back to the cloth at home.<br /><br />But now, NOW, Gro Baby has come up with new "disposable" inserts, called <a href="http://www.thenaturalbabyco.com/gro-baby-biodegradable-soaker-pads-p-745.html">Bio Soakers.</a> They are similar to the cloth soakers, though they have sticky tabs instead of snaps to insert the Bio Soakers into the shells. I would LOVE to try these.<br /><br />Conveniently, Gro Baby is having a blog contest and will give away, FOR FREE, a set of the Bio Soakers to try for free. This is my attempt to win one of those packages. Hey Gro Baby, if you are listening, please send me a package to try!Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-64394418818711298442009-08-10T19:42:00.005-04:002009-08-10T20:13:11.504-04:00Potty trainingY'all can read this if you want to, but it is more for the family record than anything else.<br /><br />So, we decided to try to potty train Jonathan earlier in the summer. Just for reference, he will be three at the end of August. He had shown very little interest in the little potty we had in the bathroom. Veeeeery occasionally he would pee in there, if someone put him on it at the right time. But he NEVER suggested it. Oddly though, he was dry in the morning, most of the time. Of course, by the time breakfast rolled around and then getting dressed, he had dumped the stored night pee into his diaper.<br /><br />So I decided that there would be boot camp. And by that I mean that we had a week with NOTHING on the calendar for any of us. (Except hubs, he did have to go to work.) So, we bought some cotton training pants, some M&Ms, and I geared myself up for the week. We started on Sunday, the last week in June, so that dad could participate. Basically every 45 minutes we went in and he sat on the potty. I even broke out the DVD player, especially for the times that I wanted him to sit there for a while for pooping purposes.<br /><br />Jonathan is a very compliant child, and only balked once or twice the whole week about going in and sitting on the potty. But he only peed about 20% of the time. And those were accidentally b/c of the amount of time he spent on the potty. He wet his pants at LEAST once a day, and seemed to have no idea that he was peeing. It was frustrating. It was a short week because of the July 4th holiday. By Friday, I was DONE. I ordered another two cases of diapers from Amazon (he wears a size SEVEN). We said, "Never mind, we'll try again sometime, GOOD JOB, son!" <br /><br />We actually weren't upset. Marcus didn't have high hopes, anyway. I really was fine with it, though I DID have high hopes. So, we went to my folks for the weekend. Jonathan did spend some time naked in the kiddie pool in the yard (they live waaaaay in the country.) He did his share of open-air peeing, but was in diapers the whole time.<br /><br />We came back early on Sunday morning of that weekend, to avoid the traffic. Got some stuff done around the house. Marcus grilled meat in the afternoon for the week. Jonathan loves hanging out with his dad when he is on the deck. Suddenly Jonathan came in the house and said, "Oh, I have to pee, can you help me?"<br /><br />That was it. From that time since, in one solid MONTH, he has had only ONE accident. And that was my fault. We have used exactly six diapers of the two cases that arrived the morning after he asked for help peeing. We still do put a diaper on at night and for naps, because I am not willing to deal. But we use the same one practically, because he is DRY. We don't even use the cotton trainers anymore, just little boy underwear. Miraculous.<br /><br />Pooping has been more of a struggle, and I think it is taking him longer to get comfortable doing that. But we have navigated even the public toilets ok with peeing.<br /><br />So.<br /><br />I have no idea what "worked" for us. Don't have any answers. It just is what it is.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-73917212072767984562009-07-24T10:19:00.005-04:002009-07-24T17:52:33.727-04:00Seven Quick Takes for the end of JulyI keep thinking I am going to write a real post, but it hasn't happened. So, I am very glad, once again, that Jennifer at <a href="www.conversiondiary.com">Conversion Diary</a> started the "Seven Quick Takes" idea for Fridays.<br /><br />1) This week was one for contractors. I called the tree guy (dead branch overhanging the house, about 40 feet up); the plumber (had to find a new one, hated the old one, to fix our upstairs tub which was totally clogged); the HVAC guy to come check our units (gotta keep them in tip-top condition given the usual need for a/c around here.); 4) the general contractor because two years later WE STILL GET WATER IN OUR BASEMENT WHEN IT RAINS! <br /><br />Of course, the problem is that you call them, leave a message and check it off your mental list. If they don't call back, you forget about it. Which is why the tub was clogged for six months. (We do have another tub, so my children aren't filthy dirty.)<br /><br />2) So, the plumber came this morning. Fixed the tub. The house was built more than 50 years ago, so the pipes are really grody. They won't be permanently fixed until we rip out that bathroom and re-do it. Hmmmm. Don't think I can take THAT on right now.<br /><br />3) Potty training has been accomplished (more or less) for our nearly three year old. Still have him in diapers/pullups when we go places, because, well, just because. He is VERY proud of peeing in the potty, and we have to do a little dance every time he does. It goes something like this: "Woo hoo, you pee-eed in the po-tty (etc.) boogawooga wooooh!" The baby thinks it is funny if I am holding him when I am required to "dance".<br /><br />4) Grammas and Grampas are great for giving breaks to tired mommies and daddies (when they can do it) but somehow the feeling of a break doesn't last for more than six hours. Why is that? Normally a weekend gets you through the next week. Ah well, this is just a season, isn't it?<br /><br />5) Today was the first of a series of pre-school birthday parties. All the little almost-3s have their birthdays between the end of July and the beginning of September. There is a whole host of them. We are giving books. I have been assured by the parents that books are ok. The current favorite is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lentil-Viking-Kestrel-picture-books/dp/0670423572/ref=ed_oe_h">this lesser-known McCloskey book</a>. "Wentil, by Wobert McCwoskey."<br /><br />6) Woo Hoo!!! Just got my GroBaby diapers in the mail. So excited. Must go do load of laundry......<br /><br />7) Suddenly my almost three year old understands the concept of "mommy is going in the other room to nurse the baby and you need to be quiet". He came in the baby's room and whispered to me that he had to "go pee" and left. Then I heard the bathroom door and the bedroom door open and he came back in and whispered, "can you help me?" Poor tyke couldn't get the diaper open. So, I unhooked it for him, handed it to him. He said, "Thanks mommy" and took his diaper and little naked self and softly shut the bedroom door. The bathroom door was slammed shut, but you can't have everything.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28498413.post-57677294136044979982009-07-14T14:44:00.005-04:002009-07-17T14:33:36.437-04:00Seven Quick TakesI have had ideas for posts this week, but they haven't materialized much past a few sentences in draft. So, I am very glad, once again, that Jennifer at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.conversiondiary.com">Conversion Diary</a> started the "Seven Quick Takes" idea for Fridays.<br /><br />1) This week we hit a couple milestones.<br /><br />My older son, who will be three in a little more than a month, started asking to go to the potty. He has had a dry diaper since Sunday! And, of course, last Friday I ordered TWO cases of 92 diapers each for him from Amazon. Because he wears a SEVEN (He is a skinny tall kid and he needs the length). So, I have $90 of disposable diapers sitting in my front hall that are still unopened. We will see if I just jinxed everything by typing this.<br /><br />The second milestone is that the six month old baby slept for SEVEN hours straight last night. After I awoke, in pain from engorgement, and pumped off a few ounces, I went in and checked on him. Remarkably, he was still breathing and deeply sleeping. Since I walked over to the crib, he stirred around and kindof woke up. So, I finished nursing him and he went down again for another hour before he needed to be brought to our bed.<br /><br />2) I still worry about supply issues. I am still taking some supplements, probably not as regularly as I should. Nevertheless, as we all know, demand really does regulate supply. And the nighttime demand is really important. So, if this regular sleeping continues, I am going to have to decide how important it is to me to keep my supply up by pumping at night. Of course, I have just been EXHAUSTED by the nighttime parenting, so the supply issue is weighted against a happier, more energetic mama if I can continue to get five or six consecutive hours of sleep.<br /><br />3) The baby has started solids. Sortof. I started feeding him a soft-boiled egg yolk about four weeks ago, but after two or three times, he would projectile vomit a few hours after the egg. So. No more egg. He likes yogurt, slurps that down. Though I am not sure that yogurt counts as a solid. I have tried one or two fruity baby foods. He will eat them, up to a point, but looks cranky the whole time. And FORGET cereal. He looks like I am torturing him.<br /><br />On the other hand, I have been supplementing him with formula. Only about 4 oz every other day or so, so it isn't really adding to his weight, I guess. I am making it. <a href="http://www.westonaprice.org/children/recipes.html">This is a very good recipe</a> and has none of the bad junk that manufactured formula has in it. If he is the slightest bit hungry, he sucks it back. And it hasn't really changed the content of his poo yet. Which leads me to:<br /><br />3) The unchanged baby poo, and the potential for being done with diapers for Number One Son has caused me to think of cloth diapering, again, for Thomas, who just turned six months old. I talked it over with my husband, who is game to try. So I am ordering some GroBaby diapers. And "paper" liners. Cause I am a wimp. And <a href="http://bananapeelsdiapers.com/">this company</a> had really cute Baby Legs severely on sale, so I got a couple of those. We will see if how they do.....<br /><br />4) I need some more Birkenstocks. Mine sandals have finally bit the dust. I bought them in 1989, though, so I figure that is just allright. Bummed though, because the style that I like was discontinued, oh, a dozen years ago. Phooey. But since I wear Birks 90% of the time now that I am a SAHM and don't wear suits, even in winter (I have a pair of cloggy Birks that I wear with wool socks unless there is more than two inches of snow), I think that I need a new pair. Any suggestions of style?<br /><br />5) We are thinking of home educating our children. For a wide variety of reasons, including probably all of the standard ones. So. Hmmm. I am reading and researching EVERYTHING. So far I have found an animated series of Bible stories that I like. Heh.<br /><br />6) I need to lose weight. I also have no will power or idea of portion control. And my idea of eating veggies usually includes butter and bacon. And I hate to exercise. And I have been sitting on my butt for months now nursing the baby (see point above re: supply). So, I have bit the bullet and joined Jenny Craig for a bit, to get myself under control. AND we are eating veggies from our <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.greatcountryfarms.com">CSA</a>. Veggies without butter and bacon, thankyouverymuch. Have lost eight pounds so far. Lots more to go, but hey, it is a start, eh?<br /><br />7) Speaking of our CSA, we have received a bunch of stone fruit this week. And therefore I borrowed my mom's food mill to make baby apricot puree. YEAH!<br /><br />Huh. Reading this post, what with the cloth-diapering, cosleeping, kid-led potty learning, breastfeeding, home-made formula and baby food-making, Birkenstock wearing, potential home-schooler, it makes me seem like a crunchy lib, not the traditional conservative I am. Boy, I LOVE bursting stereotypes!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">EDITED </span>to add: I totally forgot to add all of my babywearing nonsense to the list above. I am developing QUITE the little stash of carriers: two ring slings, one pocket sling, two Mobys, two woven wraps, one Ergo, and one BabyHawk meitai.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18167296198042569211noreply@blogger.com9