Lessons Learned

June 29, 2009

Today Little Red learned that even after you stomp it with your shoe, you should not pick up a bee.

Today I learned that Little Red is not allergic to bee stings!


A Tribute to the Bassinet

June 29, 2009

When we moved to California, pregnant and practically penniless, I was overcome with gratitude when Lisa offered to lend us her bassinet.  I didn’t care the condition, I was just grateful to have something more than a laundry basket for our new baby.  I was very pleased when we picked it up to see it was such a nice piece!

The bassinet had dutifully cared for her three children before she lent it to us.  And since we didn’t have a crib right away we pushed the recommended weight limits, as it was such a cozy place for Little Red.  Finally we returned it to its original family.

When I was pregnant with Boy Blue Lisa again called me and offered the bassinet.  Her fourth had outgrown it and she was done.  This time, would I please take it for good?  Use it until I was done and pass it along?

Again, I gratefully accepted.  And it was a cozy bed for Boy Blue until he moved out of my room and into the crib.  Before I got around to passing it along, Daytime Brother entered the mix and again we pushed the weight requirements. 

Finally I conceded that it was time to pass along this beloved piece of furniture, and Miss Ella made it her home for several months.  Her family is in charge of storage for it now, to use until they are done, and pass it along.

If you’ve lost count, this same bassinet provided a cozy bed to eight children, and it still looks as good as it did the first time I saw it.  Kudos to the good people at Graco, you make a fine product!

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EDIT:  (thanks for the info, Lisa!)  Before Little Red used it, the bassinet had also been used by another family.  This bring the baby count up to 9.  Way to go, Graco!

Keep Wishing!

June 29, 2009

Little Red: Someday when I’m ready, I’m going to with upon a star. I’m going to wish for a new baby.

Monkey Boy

June 27, 2009

Turns out the little guy can climb out of his crib.  This afternoon was the first time he did so as far as I know, but he did so quickly and without falling.  I suspect that after we put the boys to bed at night Little Red climbs in and out of the crib, and that Boy Blue has been taking notes.

If I didn’t need the crib for Aiden, and, you know, if we had money for a new bed, that kid would totally be in a toddler bed right now.  But if he must remain in the crib, I’m glad he can get out without hurting himself!

***EDIT:  Little Red has proudly announced to us that “Boy Blue climbs out of his crib the dangerous way — the way that I taught him!”

Time Management

June 26, 2009

Paul’s passport is not in my “folder of important things.” Unlike when things usually go missing, I do not have that sick sensation of wrong in the pit of my stomac. I am strangely calm.

I’ve done a lot of cleaning and organizing in the past 20 hours since the discovery. I have even whittled down the unread (and mostly expired) messages in my yahoo account from 1056 to 1.  I’m quite proud.  I don’t remember when last I had such numbers.

The passport, however, was not there.

Strange, n’est-ce pas?

The Uphill Climb

June 24, 2009

We all have them, and we all use them, but the problem with coping mechanisms is that they can so easily become crutches. What begins with one small indulgence in the afternoon of a very long day quickly becomes a ritual, and a necessity.  The next thing you know, you’re twenty pounds heavier and no better off emotionally than you were before.

Okay, so not all coping mechanisms are food, but whatever it is we lean on to get us through tough times can so easily become another stumbling block. Instead of dealing with the children’s difficult behaviour, how many of us white-knuckle it through thinking “they’re just tired, it’ll be better tomorrow” and suddenly realize we’ve justified the past three months of bad behaviour and the behaviours are escalating? We’ve paralyzed our own parenting instead of evolving with the children’s needs.

I’m so sick of coping mechanisms. I’m so sick of not being on top of things. Yes, we’re going through a difficult time right now, but coping mechanisms are supposed to be short-term, and we’ve been at this for eight and a half months. It’s time for the bad behaviour (from all of us) to stop. There is no excuse.

I’m trying to exercise more. I’m trying to use that as my outlet. Unfortunately my yoga sessions happen in the same room as my children. How medidative can I be in a difficult pose when I’m mediating a toy battle? I’m supposed to finish tired, but not angry and defeated.

I have so much work to do.


June 22, 2009

The tests are done, for now. Some of the bloodwork indicated something unusual in the liver, but Dr. Kim was quick to assure us this is no time to panic. The abdominal ultrasound showed no malformations or blockages. The antibody test was negative for celiac. We aren’t going to bother with the Upper GI.

We are instructed to continue with the instant breakfast and check in with Dr. Kim in three months, unless we have another episode. We can schedule a weigh-in with the nurse’s clinic any time we want, to monitor his weight gain.

The news is that we don’t have any news. As with every other aspect of our lives, I’m sure we’re fine but I don’t have any proof.  Things could be a lot worse, and we are blessed despite the uncertainty.