I'm thrilled. I'm terrified. But mostly, I'm thrilled.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Laundry on the line and other pics..
Since we are all moved and unpacked, I was able to find my camera cord and dump my camera. Just sharing a few.
Finally, one of the biggest reasons that I liked this house over any of the others is that there were laundry poles out back. This probably wouldn't be a positive thing for most people. I saw it as a way to not only reduce our global footprint, but also to reduce our electric bill. I read a statistic once that said 60% of a home's energy costs can be attributed to the dryer, so I thought I would try this out. I had to go to about 4 different stores to find a laundry line and some pins. Fred's had them, Wal-Mart didn't! I guess you can't find everything at Wal-Mart after all. :)
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Amazing child discovery of the day
Bubbles always pop. Every single time, no matter what you do, they pop. :)
Things I want to do in our new home...
This is my running list of things I'd like to do once we move to Mtn. Home.
1. Plant a garden. Even if its just a few veggies this year. Find out what you can plant mid-June.
2. Create a compost pile. Research how to get one started.
3. Bike most places. Need to map routes to the grocery store and park.
4. Make lots of things from scratch. I'll be back to compile a preliminary grocery list.
5. Do not spend money on things you don't need. Buy as few things new as possible. This includes clothing. :(
Will add more I'm sure...
1. Plant a garden. Even if its just a few veggies this year. Find out what you can plant mid-June.
2. Create a compost pile. Research how to get one started.
3. Bike most places. Need to map routes to the grocery store and park.
4. Make lots of things from scratch. I'll be back to compile a preliminary grocery list.
5. Do not spend money on things you don't need. Buy as few things new as possible. This includes clothing. :(
Will add more I'm sure...
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
My Path
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like had I not become a wife at the age of 20 and a mother by age 22. Never in a negative way though; I love my life so very much and would never change my choices.
But I see a lot of my peers with advanced degrees and going on amazing trips, both things that are a lot more difficult to achieve with a kid or two under your belt.
What might I be doing if i was single and childless? I always wanted to live in England and, who knows, maybe I'd be there. I'd be teaching and possibly living in a "fuck off flat" (I read a book that said that once and always wanted to use it in a sentence) in the heart of London. Or maybe I'd be exactly where I am, teaching in Arkansas, living in my hometown, except without a soft place to land.
Ultimately, what would more education bring me? More money? More stress? What if I waited until I was 35 to have kids and then had trouble or a baby with a genetic defect? How would I feel then?
I'm proud of my choices. Yes, I got married at 20. I even had a kid at 22. I still graduated from college cum laude in 4.5 years. I owned a house before I was 23. I spend my days shaping young minds and come home to cultivate another. I'm in love with an amazing man who committed himself to me at a young age and who has also had many accomplishments.
I think my life is pretty sweet. :)
But I see a lot of my peers with advanced degrees and going on amazing trips, both things that are a lot more difficult to achieve with a kid or two under your belt.
What might I be doing if i was single and childless? I always wanted to live in England and, who knows, maybe I'd be there. I'd be teaching and possibly living in a "fuck off flat" (I read a book that said that once and always wanted to use it in a sentence) in the heart of London. Or maybe I'd be exactly where I am, teaching in Arkansas, living in my hometown, except without a soft place to land.
Ultimately, what would more education bring me? More money? More stress? What if I waited until I was 35 to have kids and then had trouble or a baby with a genetic defect? How would I feel then?
I'm proud of my choices. Yes, I got married at 20. I even had a kid at 22. I still graduated from college cum laude in 4.5 years. I owned a house before I was 23. I spend my days shaping young minds and come home to cultivate another. I'm in love with an amazing man who committed himself to me at a young age and who has also had many accomplishments.
I think my life is pretty sweet. :)
Friday, February 22, 2008
Breastfeeding: Option or Baby's birthright?
I am a lactivist, but I have not always been.
Once upon a time, my child was tiny. When he came home from the NICU, he was tipping the scales at 4 pounds, 5 ounces. As we were getting ready to leave the hospital, our discharge nurse came in and asked if I planned to exclusively breastfeed Spencer. When I told her yes, she shoved a can of high calorie formula in my hand and said, "We never recommend that a preemie be exclusively breastfed." She proceeded to tell me that I had to take Spence to his pediatrician by the end of the week and if he didn't gain weight he'd be readmitted to the hospital.
Needless to say, it scared me to death. I became obsessive about getting extra calories in him and pretty much only used bottles with expressed breastmilk and formula mixed in them. Around the same time, I caught a cold and my doctor, who knew I was pumping for a preemie, told me to take Sudafed. My milk supply tanked and eventually dried up.
At the time, I didn't go to great lengths to keep or increase my supply. I had a very "formula is just as good" attitude.
Then I started researching and learned how bad formula can be for kids. Don't get me wrong, I don't think its poison or anything, but it has been linked to increased rates of childhood and adolescent obesity, increased asthma and other respitory illnesses, and even SIDS. My own child started getting ill and had excema pop up all over his upper body when we made the switch from 1/2 formula, 1/2 breastmilk to all formula.
Why would anyone think those risks are ok for thier child?
On my way home tonight, I started thinking about how I think its borderline child abuse to deny your child the right to be breastfed just because you don't like it or find it difficult. Welcome to motherhood, where you have to make sacrifices for your child! No one ever said that being a mom would be easy, and here's a prime example. There are a very limited number of people who physically cannot nurse, around 1-3%, and I understand and sympathize with these women. Still, there's no reason that the rate of breastfeeding in the US at the age of 6 months is under 50%. No excuses!
We as Americans have not put the correct connotation on formula usage. The norm is breastfeeding and anything else is substandard, period. Should I ever, for some reason, not be able to produce breastmilk, I won't turn first to formula. I will solict lactating women whom I know and ask them for donations of breastmilk.
I don't want MY child to eat something substandard.
Once upon a time, my child was tiny. When he came home from the NICU, he was tipping the scales at 4 pounds, 5 ounces. As we were getting ready to leave the hospital, our discharge nurse came in and asked if I planned to exclusively breastfeed Spencer. When I told her yes, she shoved a can of high calorie formula in my hand and said, "We never recommend that a preemie be exclusively breastfed." She proceeded to tell me that I had to take Spence to his pediatrician by the end of the week and if he didn't gain weight he'd be readmitted to the hospital.
Needless to say, it scared me to death. I became obsessive about getting extra calories in him and pretty much only used bottles with expressed breastmilk and formula mixed in them. Around the same time, I caught a cold and my doctor, who knew I was pumping for a preemie, told me to take Sudafed. My milk supply tanked and eventually dried up.
At the time, I didn't go to great lengths to keep or increase my supply. I had a very "formula is just as good" attitude.
Then I started researching and learned how bad formula can be for kids. Don't get me wrong, I don't think its poison or anything, but it has been linked to increased rates of childhood and adolescent obesity, increased asthma and other respitory illnesses, and even SIDS. My own child started getting ill and had excema pop up all over his upper body when we made the switch from 1/2 formula, 1/2 breastmilk to all formula.
Why would anyone think those risks are ok for thier child?
On my way home tonight, I started thinking about how I think its borderline child abuse to deny your child the right to be breastfed just because you don't like it or find it difficult. Welcome to motherhood, where you have to make sacrifices for your child! No one ever said that being a mom would be easy, and here's a prime example. There are a very limited number of people who physically cannot nurse, around 1-3%, and I understand and sympathize with these women. Still, there's no reason that the rate of breastfeeding in the US at the age of 6 months is under 50%. No excuses!
We as Americans have not put the correct connotation on formula usage. The norm is breastfeeding and anything else is substandard, period. Should I ever, for some reason, not be able to produce breastmilk, I won't turn first to formula. I will solict lactating women whom I know and ask them for donations of breastmilk.
I don't want MY child to eat something substandard.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Been Busy!
In the last two weeks, my family has:
1. Moved and put most of our furniture in storage in our new town
2. Had a vehicle totaled in an accident caused by the winter weather
3. Had to locate the dogs since they were spooked so bad by being in said accident and ran away
4. Gotten the flu (all three of us, ugh)
5. Had to have Trogdor's neck stitched up because he managed to rip it open on something
Stressful much? I'm praying that next week isn't nearly as exciting.
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As a side note, I want to vent for just a moment about American work culture.
My boss is a single woman with no children. Because my flu, and then Spence's, went beyond the weekend, I ended up having to call in sick both Monday and Tuesday. In all honesty, I needed to take Wednesday off as well.
I called in on Sunday night for Monday so my boss would know ahead of time and could possibly even get a sub early. I was obviously sick. I was almost incoherent and could barely speak; this was not me skipping out on work. I started feeling a bit better on Monday, but at the same time Spencer spiked a big fever indicating he had come down with it as well. I called on Monday, before 2:00, to let her know I would need to be out Tuesday as well.
The attitude I got! Ouch! I am not one to miss a ton of days. In fact, including the two I missed this week, I've been out 5.5 days all semester. I don't feel that is excessive at all, especially considering last year I was sent to a conference about one day a month from October to April.
Why is it that Americans are so obsessed with work? Why does it have to be something that consumes all? I want work to be something I do for money and nothing more. I want to leave work at work and not drag it home.
Europeans get amazing benefits and are encouraged to take time off. Many, if not most, European countries give their employees 30 vacation days a year. Americans get half that if they have an amazing job. Millions get no vacation time at all.
Its unfortunate and makes for stressed out people.
1. Moved and put most of our furniture in storage in our new town
2. Had a vehicle totaled in an accident caused by the winter weather
3. Had to locate the dogs since they were spooked so bad by being in said accident and ran away
4. Gotten the flu (all three of us, ugh)
5. Had to have Trogdor's neck stitched up because he managed to rip it open on something
Stressful much? I'm praying that next week isn't nearly as exciting.
____________________________________________________________
As a side note, I want to vent for just a moment about American work culture.
My boss is a single woman with no children. Because my flu, and then Spence's, went beyond the weekend, I ended up having to call in sick both Monday and Tuesday. In all honesty, I needed to take Wednesday off as well.
I called in on Sunday night for Monday so my boss would know ahead of time and could possibly even get a sub early. I was obviously sick. I was almost incoherent and could barely speak; this was not me skipping out on work. I started feeling a bit better on Monday, but at the same time Spencer spiked a big fever indicating he had come down with it as well. I called on Monday, before 2:00, to let her know I would need to be out Tuesday as well.
The attitude I got! Ouch! I am not one to miss a ton of days. In fact, including the two I missed this week, I've been out 5.5 days all semester. I don't feel that is excessive at all, especially considering last year I was sent to a conference about one day a month from October to April.
Why is it that Americans are so obsessed with work? Why does it have to be something that consumes all? I want work to be something I do for money and nothing more. I want to leave work at work and not drag it home.
Europeans get amazing benefits and are encouraged to take time off. Many, if not most, European countries give their employees 30 vacation days a year. Americans get half that if they have an amazing job. Millions get no vacation time at all.
Its unfortunate and makes for stressed out people.
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