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Saturday, December 22, 2012

I'm Sorry; & Maire's 15+16 month updates

I couldn't keep my promise to myself. I totally overshot myself and what I could do. Shortly after my last post we finally go the opportunity to move. I had two weeks to pack everything I wanted to bring cross-country and line up plane tickets and all of that. It was really stressful.

Then the actual move took place and I've just been chilling out trying to get back into the groove of things. We conceived and experienced a loss in three weeks. We've had a lot going on.

                                                                                                                                       


Maire has intellectually burst the past 6 weeks. I don't even know how to explain how much. It has come at a price though - she has begun temper tantrums. I know I forgot some stuff but I will have to add them later.




New Words:                                New Behaviors:

Banana ('nana)                            Can (messily) eat with a spoon
Key(s)                                          Draws/colors on paper
Car                                                Put things "back" on/in
Kiss                                              "Builds" with blocks
Blue(s)                                          Climbs tub, tries to climb playpen
Clue(s)                                          Walks well in shoes
Mail                                              Sits correctly in her chair
Down                                            "Reads" books
Up                                                 Knows what hair ties are for
Wind                                             Gives Kisses
Blow                                             Blows air
Eyebrow                                       Lays down when told to
Mine                                             Knows keys go into doorknobs
No                                                Identifies blue, purple, green, red, pink,
                                                     white, yellow
Yes                                               Texts/types on laptop and phones
Cous Cous                                    Knows A, B, C, D, E
Cat/Kitty                                      Will point to letters and say "A, B, C"
Meow                                           Finally plays games and imitates
Moo                                              Clicks buttons
Woof                                             "Fans" with her hands/arms
Doggy                                            Shakes head no
Out                                                Points to the sky, clouds
Flower                                           Knows 1, 2, 3, 4
Night night                                    Knows how to slide balls down course
Cheek                                            Has new dance moves
Tongue                                          Does Blues Clues hand movements
Hair                                               Does "All gone/All done" hands
Ear                                                 Tries to jump
Daddy (previously just Dada)        
Kevin                                           New Foods
Ball                                            
Water                                           Rice
Bob-bob                                      Gyro
Clap                                             String Cheese
All Done                                     Potato and Spinach crackers
All Gone                                     Meatballs
WOW                                         Orange Juice
Oh boy!                                      String beans
Bottle                                          Squash
Sky                                              Meatloaf
Purple                                          Ham
Vroom                                          Vienna sausage
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"Ooh ohh" (monkey)                  Favorite or New Shows/Movies
                                                       
Physical Development      Blues Clues
                                                           Bananas in Pyjamas
Size 4 Diapers (disposable)       Tinkerbell movies
Last snaps on cloth diapers         The Tigger Movie
Still in 18-24m clothes                                                  
4 new teeth (molars)
Bigger feet
Gained 1 lb
Gained 2 cm








Thursday, November 1, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday - Happy Birthday!




Happy 47th Birthday, My Love.



I don't have all of the money in the world to give, I can't buy you all the nice things I want to give you. 
I'm imperfect, I can't be everything you want. 
But I love you.
And appreciate you.
For everything you do for me.

I thought and thought about the right present.
You are hard to buy for.
But I wanted something more than just store-bought.
I wanted to show you.
All that I can't put into words.

So for your birthday this year...

I have an admission.

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And my gift to you will be my recovery.
From self-loathing.
From depression.
From anger.

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Monday, October 29, 2012

Memory Monday -- First Halloween

In the spirit of Halloween, I have been thinking about the first Halloween I remember. I can't believe how quickly time passes, and how sketchy memory can be. So just going to describe what I remember about that day.

We woke up early - it was a sunny day with some clouds. I remember thinking about how blue the sky was, and then I leapt off of the chair and danced to Barney. It had to be like 7:30 in the morning, and my brothers woke up just after that. We put together our chicken limbo game and ran around like drunk chickens together around the hallway (it was an open floor plan, the dining room had a door into the hall, and was connected to the parlor with just an opening, and the parlor also had a door into the hallway, where the limbo was.

I remember going to play in our room for a while - I had one of those plastic little Tyke dollhouses that was painted sickly blue and pink.
Not my photo; courtesy of dolldiaries.com
I got tired of it pretty quickly as I never was a real doll kinda girl. and then played cars with my two younger brothers. Then we jumped on the bed for a while. My mother woke up shortly after, sometime at 9:30. She was almost always up by then, but if she wasn't we never bothered to wake her up. The house was mostly kid-proofed, looking back, so we weren't in any immediate danger thankfully. I was a smart 4 year old, too smart...I knew how to put my shows on TV and how to push a chair to the cabinet to get a cup to get a drink. Basic morning needs fulfilled. My mother gave us cereal after she woke up, yelled at us for not waking her up, and told us that we aren't allowed to play without supervision. Our little minds were like "FRUIT LOOOOOOPS" nevermind "Wake ma up."

We ate and played some more. My aunt stopped by at like 11 AM and tried to get us to color and play but we wouldn't have it. She had to leave a while later to go do errands or something, I don't remember why she had to go. We then pulled out all of the books from our bookcase.

Anyways, next thing thing I remember, cue suppertime.  We refused to eat dinner, because we knew we were trick or treating and were getting candy. My mother tried everything from cheese and crackers to peanut butter and jelly to cereal, but we wouldn't budge. After that we got our costumes on...except I threw a fit. I didn't want to be a ninja! I didn't want to be a witch! I didn't want to be a genie! Okay, I guess the Glinda costume would do. I think my youngest brother was Baby Bop from Barney that year. I don't remember what our middle brother was.

I forget who took me trick or treating that night - my mother or my aunt. But we went with the upstairs neighbor and her son, who was a year older, Anthony. It was cute and I had a little-girl crush on him. He was a biker that year for Halloween. We went trick-or-treating inside a mall somewhere, but I don't remember anything about it. Just being so embarrassed by the way everyone was "awwing" over me and Anthony. I just liked my friend, and wanted to trick-or-treat, not take pictures.

I remember eating some candy when I got home, and then being so tired I just conked out after pulling my costume off. I think I was 4 years old that year.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Short-Story Sunday - Two Kings; Part I: The Blessing

((This is part of the new weekly schedule I have been talking about. I may not always post the entirety of the story, or I may post the unedited, raw draft. I will do my best to keep up in posting it in its complete form, edited as much as possible. It may take a few weeks so please be patient if they aren't finished or have errors. Feel free to leave suggestions or editing tips if you see something I've missed. I am open to all kinds of criticism.

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High upon a hill, overlooking a wide, snow-capped valley sat a modest castle and its various surrounding edifices. Those included stables and a small farm, for the mighty King was above forcing his people to give him their own hard-worked for crops and staples. Around a small alcove a trees were a couple of staff houses, which itself was allotted a community farm. Self-sufficiency, the King oft claimed, was why their Kingdom was lavish in the riches of nature and culture. He was well adored by his staff, who were given a modest pay and sometimes extra, when the Kingdom had a good year. The people loved their King, he did not impose too many taxes, he did not impose his rule past their door stops, he was extremely generous and did not engage in discrimination. Once a year, he set apart budget for dressings and costumes for those who could not afford it; as all were invited to the yearly Harvest Ball. Thankfully, the people swear, he is such a good king their peasant caste is modest in size. All who attend are asked to give something - whether it be a bag of gold, a loaf of bread and cheese, or a mouse for the cats - and all gave without having to be forced, so thankful they were.

Two officials accompanied him this day, as he strode out from the stables, a beautiful Palomino steed in rein. Each had a white and brown horse, adorned simply, as the King did not need to flash his presence for respect. The king wore his Royal Bow across his broad shoulders proudly, it had been passed down generations from Firstborn to Firstborn. Usually this path was muddy in such weather, but the snow this day was soft as a feather. The trees were stark against the white, almost as if they were standing straighter just for the King himself. The King smiled to himself, proud of this land he reigned and did not spoil, proud to be its leader.

He had much to think about this journey - for at this past Harvest Ball his eldest, his firstborn son, had proposed marriage to a woman of a neighboring kingdom, Irana, who had been visiting a relative. Unlike King Liadan, this particular kingdom was ruled by its widowed Queen Ismene, a ruthless woman who imposed many restrictions, laws, and taxes upon her people. Essentially, all of her people were peasants, of meager land, home, food, and gold which she hoarded for herself. While he spat disgust at the way she ruled - he also did not want to bring war upon his people. It was not that he did not sympathize with her people's plight - he just did not know enough firsthand to take intelligent action. It was unwise to barge into a situation unarmed in intelligence and in weaponry.

First, he would meet the Queen. Ask what her laws were upon inter-Kingdom marriage, if any, especially since Irana would one day become Queen of his Kingdom. With her being a peasant, he of course would have to enlist the help of his wife to teach her certain things, however that was of no consequence or concern really, peasants oft knew more about what is just and intelligent, how to lead and run their communities than do the kind of aristocrats that obsess over money, reputation, and trivial pursuits who know not of hard work.

"Lio?" the voice of his right hand guard, Saxon, addressed him by his nick name. Saxon was cloaked in deep burgundy, a fur cloak around his shoulders. Unlike in other kingdoms, knights did not need to wear much armor here. Usually just some chain mail and some shin guards sufficed in the occasional scruff with bandits. He was not un-handsome, he had a thick beard trimmed short, the color of mud. His nose was straight, his cheekbones high, and his brown eyes furrowed beneath thick brows. He cut his hair short compared to the other men, as he found his hair too unruly to grow. He was of average height but build strong like an ox. He valued honor, valor, and as far as Liadan could tell, had a special connection to his family. His duty to his family overcame even his strong sense of duty to him, the King, and the people of the land.

"Yes? What is it?" he asked light-heartedly, trying not to impress the deep questions in his mind upon his concomitant.

"Might I spare a minute of your time to trouble a question from you? It is important." Saxon prodded cautiously. He had been musing over when this conversation would take place for a while now. Although not an ideal time, it had been a very busy and prosperous year and he had yet been able to see the King alone, well, not even semi-privately. This journey provided him with an opportunity. The King's mood seemed favorable, not that it was a genuine concern... however he wanted things to go as smoothly as the snow laid in front of them.

"Yes, yes!" King Liadan beckoned Saxon to ride up next to him. "What is weighing on your mind, my friend?"

"Well, it is about Lady Gwenna. It has been many a month I have contemplated, and many a month I have watched your daughter, such a fair maiden, blossom. Her hair is raven black like the night, smooth as silk...her skin is creamy as the milk from the goats she milks each morn', her eyes blue as lapping water from her favorite fountain. She is such a beauty - good humored, easy-tempered, and as intelligent as her father..."

King Liadan cut in, "You would like to ask her hand in marriage."

Saxon swallowed, but sat a little straighter, "Yes, I would like to ask your daughter's hand in marriage. At the very least, a trial of courtship."

With a very large smile, he said "Very well, you have my blessing. Lest I remind you, it is Lady Gwenna who chooses her courtships and who her hand belongs to. I cannot promise you, nor force Gwenna into an affair. Also, lest I remind the both of you, that Prince Thorn is the firstborn and thus, will be King? Gwenna is second-born, and only entitled to Queenship should something ever befall my Thorn."

Saxon tried to hide his pleasure at the King's blessing, but the King could tell on his friend's face how happy he was. "Well, now, lest I not be too hurried in talking wedding plans?"

Saxon smiled too, for who could resist the jubilee of a wedding? "Well, I was hoping on Lady Princess Gwenna's preferences, but should she not have any, I had a few fancies. A spring wedding at the water's edge, and a feast afterwards right upon the shoreline. I know she does love the water. Lots of song and dance, too, of course. I suppose I will have to take a few lessons as I cannot tell which foot is my left!" He let out a good-natured laugh, and the King joined in.

"It sounds exactly as My Gwenna would want it. I'd be honored if she took you as her husband, I can think of no other noble and complementary a soul for her." Liadan was happy as this took his mind off of the darker questions looming. Two weddings, he mused, I'd have never thought my children would grow so quickly. He was thankful, at least, to have been given extra time with his children who had not felt the need to rush out as soon as their appropriate courtship ages had come to pass. Thorn and Gwenna were twenty and eighteen harvests, well beyond fourteen - the appropriate marrying age.

"Where would you think you will settle on property?" the King implored, keeping the chatter light-hearted as the terrain grew to thick tree canopy and the path melted to dirt. He knew they were not long far from the nearest settlement. He had been here just spring last, it was a very busy but honest place. The people had little crime, much friendship, and plenty of ale.

"I'm not sure, yet, Your Highness," to which the King interrupted "You know I dislike such implied superior pet names."

"Sorry, Lio," Saxon quipped, to which the King chuckled. "Well, I was thinking in a cusp of woods not far from the ocean. However, the ocean is half a day's journey on horse, and don't know if Lady Princess Gwenna would want to be so far from her family. It will be up to her, as I am not going to be too convicted as to disaffect her from being with me. I view her as my equal and overstepping my place and trying to press upon her my will would not come over well for that."

"I agree, my friend, I agree muchly. However her affinity to the sea may indeed be a draw for her, even if it is a while away. Wherever you both shall be happy." They fell into silence at this point as the afternoon waned to dinner time. They still had yet two or three hours until dusk, but they needed to stop and eat as the village neared.

The quickly approached and dismounted, leaving their horses in the care of the stables just outside the village proper. They tipped the stableman who appeared elated to have such few gold coins. As they approached the proper, the King's brows knitted together. His previously silent right-hand guard, Calledon, said mumbled incredulously. Saxon ran forward, surveying the village. Was this really the same town from just Spring last?

Friday, October 26, 2012

Weekly Schedule

I am starting something new - a Weekly Writing Schedule. I just need to get into the writing groove and I find myself writing far less often than I'd like. I have been writing more but not enough. So surprise!! It will be fun! You'll see!!

Anyways, no real updates. M has three teeth just below the surface, I can see the whites...so hopefully by Samhain she will have 3-4 new ones! I've started playing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for PC. It is completely different than all of the previous games, and all of the future ones, too. You can't switch to first-person and the controls are unruly. All of the challenges have amazing premises, though, and are enjoyable to the hilt.

Jeff's birthday is Samhain, and I have a few birthday ideas in mind. Shhhhh! It's a surprise. I can't believe another year has come and gone. I love that man so much!

More updates on the house, nothing good. They told us we were all set, we just had to let our money season. YEAH RIGHT. The bank gave us the run around and said Jeff needs another 12 month run-around credit proof. They told us we were set! Jeff was pissed. We called another lender and we're talking. Hopefully they'll be more straightforward because we are just tired of the bank's games. We'll make it through, but my gods REALLY. People are awful. This should be a much simpler process.

Anyways, my head has been killing all night tonight (10/26) and man, it sucks. Stress does it to yeh! Anyways, goodnight. Keep in store for surprises!! ;)

~Rose

Sunday, October 21, 2012

100 Reasons Why I Love My Husband

1. He makes sure I have everything I need, always.

2. He makes sure our daughter has more than she needs, regardless.

3. He is the most selfless person I know.

4. He tries to be so just and fair all the time.

5. He is so compassionate and caring.

6. He is kind whenever possible, to whomever.

7. His laugh makes everything light, it's a ray of sunshine.

8. His loving gaze is bar none.

9. He is really easygoing.

10. But, he is opinionated where it counts, most of the time.

11. He is really creative and has a fantastic imagination.

12. His memory is better than mine more often than not.

13. He tries to empathize whenever he possibly can.

14. His presence is impressive!

15. Yet, he's so tender with his family.

16. He's stubborn and pigheaded sometimes.

17. He encourages everything I want to do, even this blog.

18. He only wants the best for everyone.

19. He will go out of his way to help you.

20. He stands up for himself, he wont but up with other people's BS.

21. He will stand up for you, too.

22. He loves nature and respects it.

23. He knows just how to hold me when I'm feeling blue.

24. He tries his best to comfort me while he can't hold me, even if he knows it won't work.

25. He and I can finish each other's sentences.

26. He will talk about anything if he has something to say.

27. He respects me like no one else ever has.

28. He would never take advantage of anyone else. Ever.

29. He loves to play video games, and I love that more than anyone knows.

30. We share much of our interests.

31. He loves Harry Potter.

32. I can tell him anything.

33. And he won't share it with anyone, not even his best friend.

34. He has a definite sense of honor and duty.

35. Chivalry is not dead, in his opinion.

36. He values his health, so that he can stay with us as long as he can.

37. He would do anything for his kids.

38. He loves making memories and new traditions.

39. He is in general just so family-oriented I can't imagine being anything but.

40. I love how he supported me during our daughter's birth, even when things went awfully.

41. I love that he rides my butt about things I'm supposed to already have done, but haven't.

42. I love that he is so gentle.

43. I love his smile, even though he hates it.

44. I love his scars, all of them, no matter how big or small.

45. I love that he gave his father a kidney. I can't think of anything more selfless.

46. I love that he has experience in the military, but I am also glad he's past that part of his life (what would I do without him for months and months??)

47. I love that he used to play the guitar in a band, for who else would tell me what good music I listen to?

48. I love that he isn't ashamed to do things most consider feminine.

49. As much as I hate it, I love his celebrity crushes. At least I know I'm really his type! LOL

50. Whew, I'm glad he's almost this age.

51. I'm glad for all of his life experiences, but especially for his experience in relationships.

52. I'm glad he is not too prideful.

53. I'm glad he isn't a pushover, as nice as he is.

54. I love his love of loving, bahahaha.

55. I love his gray hair.

56. I love every freckle and every mark he has.

57. I love the way he smells, even if he hasn't showered! Always smells nice.

58. I love how he doesn't mess around with relationships, when he is taken he is completely taken.

59. I love that he has expectations of me in our relationship, it shows he cares and is vested seriously in the long-term.

60. I love his view of me, when I don't see it myself.

61. I love his eyes, he has the most beautiful hazel eyes ever.

62. I love his body shape, I mean...who couldn't resist him?

63. I love that even when he knows he won't enjoy watching something, he'll do it anyways because he knows I do.

64. I love that I can look over and see him sneaking glances at me, that even (almost) four years into our relationship he loves to gaze at me.

65. I love that we both know what we want from life, and how the other person fits in that.

66. I love that he puts up with all of my quirks instead of passing judgment on them.

67. I love that he doesn't try to change anything about me and loves me as I am, but will encourage me if I want to change something for myself (temper, anyone?)

68. I love that he is not as needy as I am, I must drive him nuts. Overly attached wife, much? ;)

69. I love that he has no secrets and that we can share passwords to anything and not need to use them.

70. I love that he'll answer my anxious line of questioning when another woman wants to talk to him, or seems flirty...and answer honestly, and then be able to laugh about it later with me.

71. I love that he makes me feel secure with myself.

72. I love that he puts up with my teasing, especially when he says "y'all".

73. I love that he is so intelligent.

74. I love that he takes care of himself.

75. I love the way he says my name and how he can make me smile.

76. I love that he can be spontaneous even if we had an original plan.

77. I love how his body fits mine perfect!

78. I love that he can be adventurous.

79. I love his bed-head, and I love his hair short or long or anything in between.

80. I love first morning kisses and goodnight kisses, and all the kisses in between.

81. I love all of the little things he does to show he loves me.

82. I love that he trusts me so much.

83. I love that he near-obsesses over my safety.

84. I love how I don't feel like I have to impress him every day, he loves me even when I look awful.

85. I love how his nose is just a little crooked, and that his teeth aren't perfect.

86. I love the slope of his back and the muscles he has all over.

87. I love the way he kisses, it doesn't need to be fast and furious and crazy.

88. I love that he can drink a margarita or wine and feel no compulsion to drink "manly" beer.

89. I love the way he whispers so sweetly.

90. I love how much he can make me laugh.

91. I love his scruffy face when he hasn't shaved for two or three days.

92. I don't care that it doesn't grow in really full.

93. I love that he can tan under a light bulb.

94. I love that he loves the beach.

95. I love that I can sleep on his chest and he will rub my back the entire time.

96. I love that he will give me a massage whenever I ask.

97. I love that he has been with me through every up and down, and inside out.

98. I love that he will shrug all of this off and then get all emotional.

99. I know he will forgive me for only coming up with 100 reasons. ;)

100. Most of all, I love the kiss we shared after I said "I do." I will never forget it.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Gears & Closing

Yep, as you can see on the tabs, I've been working on something a little different, my gears have been turning and I'm not done yet. I found there were so many little things I was not remembering about our days. I would remember she did something fantastic and new, and not remember exactly what she was doing when I went to gush about it in pride - I would forget in my excitement and busy mind! I toyed with the daily post idea but that felt too obnoxious and I don't think I would have been able to stick to it. So I created a tab I can update anytime, every day or a few days at a time. It's mostly for myself, but anyone who actually wants to look, can. Tonight we had an earthquake, 4.5 magnitude! We don't normally get earthquakes but we've had at least 5 in the past 10 years, at least noticeable ones. Was exciting and scary...the whole house shook.

Meanwhile, a favorite NCB group ceases to exist tonight. The owner is keeping her blog and facebook page but the actual handful of groups are gone tonight. She just announced she was leaving and started deleting members, and the majority of the almost-4,000 members are very upset. She did not give enough time for people to regroup and band together somewhere else - which of course has happened, five new groups have sprung up with one new prominent group which after just a few hours now has over 500 members. So we'll see how this new group works out, but already the environment is much more open than stuffy like it used to be.

So here I am. I myself want to step back from facebook, it's a major time suck. It took me all night to write this post in light of all that went on today on the new facebook groups plus the earthquake and a very cranky teething baby. I have a love/hate relationship with it and find it hard to talk to anyone personally on and off. It is just so impersonal, words on a screen. Unfortunately many of my friends do not live close enough for me to see them face-to-face and there lies the pickle. I have a lot I want to get done in my personal life and facebook seems to suck the motivation right out from under me. So I am going to dedicate more time here and doing other things. I hope.

Things are moving faster (bit by bit) with the homebuying process. It's not fast enough [insert headbang of frustration], and never could be. Bahahahah! We're closer and closer, though. I try not to go into too much detail because although things are moving, any predictions on whether it will move faster or slower or speculating will gain me nothing but frustration...it won't bring anything to fruition.

In light of the new group and closing of the older group, I am seriously thinking of starting a forum in place of what was there previously. I actually have been debating doing this for a while now, but I really didn't think that it was a good idea because I didn't know if I wanted to handle it...the actual admin role, on my own. But I know I can, I just need the motivation. With J's help I am sure that it could work out. We'll see.

I don't know what else to say in this post, so I am closing for the night. Goodnight blogosphere!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Mairead - 14 Months old

Current teeth: 8
Current hair color: Auburn
Current eye color: Greenish blue
Height: 32" tall, or 2ft 8in.
Weight: 23 lbs
Naps: 2

My favorite book: All of them!
My favorite song: The Alphabet, although after E I just get confused...they all sound like E!
My favorite toy: My music table (although I really like my other ones too!)
My favorite time of day: Anytime there's food! (All day!)
My favorite food: Cheese, like mama!
My favorite show: Super Why!, Chica, and I'm pretty into Poppy Cat
My favorite color: Red, I pick this color the most when I play with my toys
My favorite shape: Circle, I really like round things!
My favorite place: The Zoo!
My favorite animal: My favorite is doggies, but I really liked birds and goats when I went to the zoo. Those Ostriches are so pretty!
My favorite word: All of them, depends on the day! I can say a lot now, 20 or 30!

My favorite hobbies: EATING. I will eat all day long. All day. Long. I learned how to open the cabinets in the kitchen, so that is a must! I love talking on anything that resembles a telephone! I love to throw my toys out of my playpen, and then put them back in if I could reach...like I do with my toy boxes! I still love my bathtime. I like milk snuggles with mama, often! I can run in circles now even though I fall on my face a lot, it's fun! I like to dance, my favorite move is the leg shake.

My current dislikes: Mama leaving the room, Mama eating without sharing, that scary talking face Grandma took out for Halloween and the little talking guy. I also hate being told no.


I love you, pretty girl, I can't believe how big you're getting. Every day that passes is a new journey, even when I feel like it's just another day. You're such a special soul that lights up my world even in the darkest of times.

~Mama

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Call the Midwife

I just finished watching the season premiere of Call the Midwife, a show about a young wealthy nurse-midwife in 1950's England, who heads over to a nunnery in East London and is face with conditions she has never seen before. As an American, we were put through the wringer in over-emphasis of Europe's terrible conditions in this time, compared to our terrible conditions. (Of course the textbooks tried to make it seem like we were less terrible, bah!) The Midwife, Jenny, encounters Syphilis, a premature birth, post-partum hemorrhaging emergency, conditions far beyond her scope of belief and overwhelming sadness for the women.  You can watch the season premiere on PBS, located here. The show will run every Sunday until November 4.

One of the women, the one who went into premature labor, Conchita, had 24 other children by her English husband besides the newborn. Jenny is astounded with their poor living conditions and does not see the love the family has for what it is. It is only in the end, after the baby survives against all odds (30 week premie was not usually viable in the 1950's, regardless of birthplace); that Jenny finally sees. "We must see what love can do." It is a wonderful sentiment. It finally makes her realize that she is not the martyr for the work she is doing, it is the women who are the heroines for all that they do.

Apart from being a nunnery, you can see the sisterhood in Midwifery...it is a part of womanhood; it is every one, it is everyone's job. It is so wonderful, and so comforting, and so...indescribable. It just reinforces my decision to become a CPM. I want to serve women and their families, I want to care for them as they birth their babies (unlike a doctor who "delivers" "it" "for them"), I want to see them through the darkness and into the beautiful kaleidoscope rollercoaster of life. I can't wait. Midwifery is not always beautiful, it is not always easy, it is not always profitable....but what it is always, is a journey. It will always be a journey of life, a pathway of nursing the goddesses who bring for life, nursing new life, and nursing passing life. I want to be a part of it.

One day, I will be proud to call myself a Midwife. I will serve life.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

A First Pinterest Project - Oobleck

As M is now old enough to enjoy sensory play, I decided to go with some Oobleck, also known as goop and "silly slime" among other things. I made it as a child and really enjoyed playing in it. It's supposed to work a bit like quick sand, where it is extremely liquidy if you have it in your hands, but it solidifies in a container; if you stick your fingers in it is harder to pull them out.

Because M is only 13 months, I wanted it to be a little less "sticky" so that it wasn't awful to clean up. So instead of the traditional recipe I altered it a bit.


Oobleck Recipe

  • 1 1/2 - 2 cups of Flour (my alteration)
  • 2 cups of Corn Starch
  • 2 cups Water
  • Marker Ink (my alteration)

In the original recipe, you are supposed to use only corn starch. I diluted it with flour to keep it from being too sticky. I estimated my cups so use your own discretion when diluting it. Also, the original recipe calls for food coloring, which we were out of. I search for substitutes on Google, and someone said that they successfully substituted food coloring with marker ink diluted in water. Unfortunately, this didn't work for me, and it ran right off the Oobleck and into the drain. 

Because I didn't want to spend two hours mopping, wiping, and bathing M, I just let her play with it in the bathtub. It was perfect, and it was 5 minutes total of clean up!!

Anyways, here are some pictures of her playing in it. She LOVED it! The pictures are not great quality because the bathroom has virtually no natural light.

~Rose

A Review of Sprout

For many Americans, Sprout is one of the most popular and widely-available toddler-preschool-acceptable channel on cable television. It breaks the day up into several smaller "shows" during the day where episodes are played. The Wiggly Waffle is hosted by The Wiggles, from 6-9 AM, followed by the live Sunny Side Up Show who has several  rotating hosts from 9 AM until 12 PM, then The 2-hour SuperSproutlet Show which was recently added and hosted by Bean and Sportacus (from LazyTown), followed by The 2-hour Super Sharing Show hosted by three puppets named Patty, Ricky, and Curtis E. Owl, and lastly; The Goodnight Show which plays from 6 PM - 6 AM in 3 hour loops hosted by Nina and two puppets, Star and Lucy.

The number of shows played on this channel on a daily basis are extremely wonderfully diverse with new shows added every few months. Some include the ever-popular Angelina Ballerina, Barney & Friends, The Berenstein Bears, Bob the Builder, Caillou, Chloe's Closet, Driver Dan's Story Train, Fifi and the Flowertots, Fireman Sam, Kipper, LazyTown, Nina's Little Fables, Pajanamals, Play With Me Sesame (Sesame Street spin-off), Poppy Cat, Sesame Street, Super WHY!, and The Wiggles. Many of these shows are Canadian, Australian, or English in origin, mostly Angelina Ballerina, Caillou, Chloe's Closet, Fireman Sam, Kipper, Poppy Cat, and The Wiggles. This past year they've added 2-3 new shows already or altered ones they already show. They've even announced new shows this year to be added to their schedule.

I enjoy this channel due to the animated characters - human and puppet alike. I enjoy this channel because my daughter enjoys these characters as well - they are charismatic and funny. She loves Chica, the new host Carly, and Nina and Star. She loves to sing in the morning with Chica and stretch with Nina at night. The shows are educational and have few downsides, unlike, for example "Max & Ruby" which is plays on Nick Jr. In "Max & Ruby," Max is 3 and Ruby is 7; and they live alone without supervision. I don't believe their parents have been shown in any of the five seasons. Ruby is often bossy and abusive to Max, ignoring him and constantly lecturing him over nothing. None of the shows played on Sprout have that kind of nonsense.

If I were to rate this channel, I would give it a four out of five stars, only because there is always room for improvement. I truly enjoy this channel and only allow M to watch a few other shows from other channels. This is the number one channel I recommend to other parents with young children.

~Rose



Disclaimer: I was not paid or asked to review this channel or any of the shows mention, I did not receive any gifts or items from the sponsors or producers of the channel or any of the shows. All opinions and thoughts are my own.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Do Not Stand At My Grave

I needed to hear this today. It's a frank reminder that even when we miss someone, they aren't gone. They are here, just not in the form we are used to. I still talk to my grandmother when I need to, aloud, because I know that somewhere...she can hear me.

Do Not Stand At My Grave -- Mary Elizabeth Frye


Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Born This Way



This image was posted on a really beloved support group on Facebook today. I love it there, and I am so proud of the owner for sharing this image.

The responses? Not so much. The typical "this is against Christianity", "this is offensive", "people aren't born gay", etc followed of course.

This bothers me - in 2012 that such ignorance is still bred. Yep, IGNORANCE.

To those who continue to claim that being gay is a lifestyle choice and not genetic, you should actually do some research. There have been several recent studies linking brain activity in response to smelling pheromones (male to male, female to female) which is part of our sexual responses, it is innate and not learned OR chosen. Researchers have also found that gay male brains are shaped differently than straight men's, and the same for women's, again they were BORN like that. The American Psychological Association has said "Homosexuality is not a mental disorder and thus there is no need for a /cure/." Also, they've said encouraging homosexuals to change their orientation is mentally HARMFUL.

As far as religion, Jesus NEVER spoke about it, the Jewish Prophets never spoke of it, only six (seven?) out of over a million verses ever reference or talk about homosexual behavior - and it is not in reference to sexual "orientation" as its understood today. In fact, in those times, bisexuality was a given and if it was SUCH a problem with Jesus or God, I'm sure it would be referenced and talked about much more. However, I'm not Christian, and I don't claim to know what the divine says or doesn't say. The Bible was written by mankind, and men are flawed and have agendas, even Christians. Scripture has been twisted for agendas for centuries, Slavery, Aparteid, segregation, anyone? Even those who wrote the Bible CANNOT claim to know everything about what God believes or doesn't believe. And neither should anyone else feel entitled to do so, and to judge others (doesn't the Bible also say not to judge others, for God will do so? Doesn't it say love thy neighbor? Why is it that people feel entitled to deny others rights they are born with, because of THEIR religion and beliefs?)

Even if the scripture is "without error" human understanding is NOT and we cannot pretend that we know it all, that we know what god believes and use that to discriminate. Were all of you virgins until the day you were married? No? Well then be lucky you weren't stoned as it says for your husband to do so in Deuteronomy. The same goes for adulterers, and divorce and remarriage...also sins. A man can sleep with prostitutes but the wife may be killed if she does so, polygamy is okay for men and not for women. Treating women like property was ok and it was recommended girls 11-13 be married off. Do you agree with those sexual teachings too? No? Okay then. In the scripture it IS Adam and Eve and god does say it is "natural" for a man and woman to come together to create children. So Homosexuality must therefore be "unnatural"? Does that also mean single people, couples who can't have children, couples who are too old to have children, and couples who choose not to have children are also "unnatural?" "Well what about Leviticus?" Leviticus was written well over 3,000 years ago and is a holy code (list of things not acceptable in a faith at a certain time or place). It was written for PRIESTS only, and both Jesus AND Paul said it didn't pertain to Christians. Do you know what an "abomination" was translated as? The Hebrew word was To'ebah, which are just behaviors that were unacceptable socially in certain places or times. NOT like a modern "abomination" as we use the word.

What about "malaokois" and "arsenkoitai" aka "effeminate call boys/male prostitutes" and "homosexuals" being referred to by Paul? Okay, yes, he condemned "malaokois" in reference to effeminate call boys (NOT male prostitutes as is commonly believed), but arsenkoitai has NEVER been translated. There is no such word in Hebrew OR Greek. It was ONE person who translated it to mean "homosexual" based on his OWN interpretation and people just followed it because they couldn't crack it, either. What Paul, or even Moses, talked about it being "unnatural" it is perhaps because of their lack of understanding and not because God propheted this to them. They also thought the Earth was flat, the Sun moved up and down, and that the semen of man was the only component of child-making, that a woman was only an incubator for the already-made child. Should we be trusting them in matters of science? No.

We are governed by a Bill of Rights and NOT by the Bible, since not everyone is Christian or should have to follow what the Bible says. Everyone is born with inherent rights in the United States - those rights do not vanish if they turn out to be part of a minority. It is not right or okay to try and take them away in the name of religion. Marriage is NOT a sanctity of only Christians, it is an idea that goes far far further back, the Pagans were usually handfasted (more serious than an engagement, less serious than a marriage) for 1 year and 1 day, and then permanently bound in marriage. It does not "cheapen" marriage, and marriage does not "belong" to any one religion. It is a given right to every man and every woman, and there should be NO questions or objections. Remember, church and state are separate and should be.

Christians, remember...only the Christian God may judge you and thy neighbor. It is not your job to approve or disapprove, it is your job to love them like Jesus loves you. Jesus said that is the bottom line. Follow it. 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Value Women, Value Motherhood. And Oh Yeah... Don't Be A Sheep

What do you know? You're not a doctor.
It's about the health of the baby, anyways.

Statements like these are cold comfort for silent sufferers.

Sufferers from birth abuse and medical malpractice of all kinds. Shadows pushed aside from the white, sterile, life-saving images of a hospital. Pushed aside during their cries with statements like "Well that's just how it is." They are blemishes on the medical community and are trivialized, so many don't even bother speaking up. Most of them don't even know they've been wronged. But those who do...their cries are ignored because of what we've been indoctrinated with. Doctors are gods. Do what they say. Birth is only about the baby, so shut up and take it...you want a healthy baby right?

Our health care system is a mess.
Our health care system is a big mess.
Our health care system is a monstrosity. 

I am sick of women telling their stories and hearing the same old responses.

"Get over it, it's not about you. Stop being so selfish." "You're LUCKY to have a healthy baby!" "If you hadn't seen the doctor when you did, you could have died! He saved you!" 

I am sick of people belittling others about their tragedies or bad treatment and trying to silence the problems in the medical community. In the case of birth; the birth of a child is the birth of a mother. A mother's feelings during her pregnancy, during and after her labor and delivery will affect her forever. For. Ever. It will change who she is, how she views and treats herself, her child, and the rest of the world. A mother's role in pregnancy and birth is not just to grow the baby and push it out of her vagina (or consent to her baby being ripped from her abdomen). A mother's role is to be able to trust herself, her body, her baby, her spouse (if she has one), and her caretakers. To grow, be empowered, and marvel at how beautiful it all is. Her role is to become a spiritual goddess, a primal being, allowed to do what she and her baby need to do.

Mothers are vastly undervalued here, most prominently when it comes to labor and birth. They are treated as just conduits, mere conduits for their baby to enter the world. Nothing more. They are treated as if they have no big role, that the doctor is the one who will actually hold that baby Simba up on that high rock. Unimportant in the scheme compared to the doctor who will "save" their baby.

I can't say it's not women's fault. Of course it's not primarily or even mostly, their fault...but it doesn't mean women don't contribute to the problem. Women do not fight for their value; they hide behind stereotypes and the status quo. They do what is popular, accepted, or recommended without questioning whether it is right for their baby...just for them. Mothers have settled for doing what's convenient and easy for them rather than what is best for their baby. They slap on excuses like "Happy Mama = Happy Baby" which is true...but just because your baby is very happy does not mean you are doing your best for them. It's parenting by minimums. The minimum you can do is formula feed (by choice right from the start). The minimum you can do is sit your child in their bouncy seat all day. The minimum you can do is cry it out. The minimum you can do is spank. But that's okay because it works for the mom (99% of the time it is NOT right for the baby). They give up their roles by allowing doctors, teachers, peers, and society to tell them when they are and aren't important and right, how to raise their children, who they are, what their role is, and how it fits in. They allow these "superior", "more educated", "experienced" people to destroy what being a mother is. They trade what is important for what is perceived as easier and more convenient. Trade in what is best for their children for what is best for them because it's easy.

This brainwashing starts when the mother becomes pregnant (well, it starts when THEIR mothers were pregnant, and from birth on, but it kicks in when a woman becomes pregnant!) The doctors tell her what and what not to do. They prescribe anti-nausea meds, anti-reflux meds, pain medications, medications for anxiety and depression; but don't explain the real risks (or make them sound minuscule and not serious), assure women they are "safe" and "effective." They reassure with "It will help. I mean, how could you possibly function without it? Think about how much easier it will make your life!" The insist on the flu shot and the TDaP vaccine. Most doctors don't know the risks or don't share them, and don't read the literature on them. The shock comes when these women's previously healthy babies develop serious birth defects or experience spontaneous miscarriage or stillbirth. And who is blamed? The woman. Always the woman.
"What? No, it wasn't those medications/vaccines. They are perfectly safe, or else I wouldn't have prescribed them. You have done something to cause this. You must not have ate healthy enough. You must have ate cold cuts. You must have drank alcohol or did drugs. Maybe you wanted this to happen. Did you want to hurt the baby on purpose?? Maybe you aren't meant to have kids. This happened to you for a reason. Your body just can't have kids." 


How is that fair? It isn't and the doctors lay on a thick guilt trip to make the mother second guess herself and damage her already fragile emotional state. Most women will never recover from that. From reading blogs, mommy websites, mommy groups, and facebook...I've seen women regurgitate what they've been told by their care providers. I've seen about ever excuse possible for a doctor's/caregiver's mistakes and/or negligence. The blame is always placed squarely on the shoulder of the women.

The thing is...
WOMEN BELIEVE IT!

Women lose all confidence in themselves, their bodies, and everything they think they know. So they learn to continue relying on the "almighty" doctor. They don't understand that there are alternative explanations, and alternative care they can receive besides what doctors tell them. Most don't bother to put the effort in to find the answers, they just can't come to terms with the fact that they are not a failure, but put the life of their child in the hands of a failure. They don't realize their body is not a lemon.

Pregnancy usually rolls along just "fine." Most of the time by the third trimester the doctor presents a "problem." This problem is usually accompanied by either a "dead baby" card, or a fake benefit or upside. "The baby is too big, you need a c-section or the baby will get stuck and die. You don't want that, right? You have gained too much weight, lay off the twinkies and carbs, or you'll never lose it post partum. Your due date is approaching, we're just gonna go ahead with an induction today. Don't you want to meet your baby today? Why not schedule that elective cesarean now? You'll get to pick your baby's birthday! You'll skip the pain of labor, it only takes 20 minutes! Plus, you will be doing your husband a favor by not ruining your vagina. Oh, your water broke? Come in immediately because if you labor more than 24 hours you will get an infection and you will make your baby sick. Your baby could die!"

Again, more often than not there really is no problem, but nothing is ever discussed with the mother about whether or not a problem is really indicated. She is told there is one, instead of coming to the conclusion on her own that there is one. They never explain the (very serious) risks of routine interventions and attempt to intimidate the mother into complying to whatever they say. Some will even sweet talk the mother until the mother is in labor, and then take advantage of her weak situation. 

The uninformed mother almost universally goes along with things. She doesn't want to be a bad mom, and what if her baby does get sick and die? The mother is set up for more failure and destruction of herself. She thinks..."He's the doctor, and doctors know best, after all. They have a lot more schooling. What isn't great about having my baby sooner? I get to pick his birthday? Sign me up. If it were so dangerous they wouldn't allow it to be done." She reassures herself that this is okay even though she knows deep down that it isn't.

Even informed women fall prey and crumble under pressure from the Establishment, and often. These women are punished, ridiculed, and ostracized for daring to step outside of "policy" or what is accepted as "normal." But that's okay because, having a healthy baby is the goal, right??

Right.

Except, it is intertwined inextricably with a healthy, happy mother. It is the same thing. It is not separate. Up until the cord is cut after birth, mama and baby are one and it is essential to treat them as the mama wishes during labor especially. If the roots of the plant are not watered, are not given the nutrients it needs...how can the plant be healthy? If you don't treat the roots well, the plant will not do well. Women hardly realize that they are blind to how they are being treated...well, rather, mistreated. They are being mistreated medically, ethically, emotionally, physically, socially, and lawlessly. They don't see that they are being damaged.

Undervalued.

Oh yeah, and then birth! Women are told what is going to happen. "We're going to strap you with this monitor. You need an IV, you can't keep anything down plus if (read: when) we have to give you a c-section. What's this? Oh, just (just?!) Pitocin...it just speeds things up. We're going to break your water, it will too speed things up. Pain is too intense? I'll call the anesthesiologist. What? No Epidural? Honey, why be in pain if you don't need to be? Just get it, you'll thank me later. Hungry? Too bad, hospital does not all eating in their policy. Walking to help dilate you? Haha! That IV needs to stay in and we need to monitor the baby so don't dare get out of bed. How about that epidural now? You need to wait to push for the doctor to get here. Why are we getting the scissors? Well honey, you can't seem to push right or hard enough so we're going to cut you so the doctor can deliver the baby. You can't hold your baby right now, you're being stitched. He also needs to be warmed. You cannot waive these shots or the eye ointment. I know you don't have any STD's, but testing could be faulty. The baby is deceling. You need an emergency c-section.  You can't. You can't. You can't. Here's the general anesthesia mask. ........Aren't you glad the doctor saved your baby?"

How is any of this good for the mother's health, sense of self, confidence, faith, privacy, rights? How about for the baby's? This is not respect for life, this is respect of money. None of these things have been proven safe when used regularly, none of these statements considerate. None of this has improved outcomes for mothers or babies (the United States has one of the worst morbidity and mortality rate of mothers and babies). The doctors by now have usually destroyed all faith and trust and sense of self a women has for herself, her body, her baby, her spouse, and nature.

And so the cycle goes. I know I'm getting repetitive. I know. I know you're not all morons. The points are just so important and warrant repetition. Why can't women accept that doctors aren't know-it-all gods. You don't know whether they graduated with D's or A's. You don't know whether they keep on the most recent recommendations and/or studies. You don't know whether or not his/her personal opinions influence or affect their practice or recommendations. In fact, how can they not?

No, of course most doctors aren't out to do this sort of damage or harm anyone purposely. Many doctors are just going by what they were taught (curricula courtesy of Big Pharma!) and what their experiences have been (influenced completely by Big Pharma). But, there are some doctors who despite knowing what is going on behind the curtains, choose to continue to knowingly hurt people.

"But, why?"

Why else? Money. Political gain. If there weren't any sick people to treat, most of the pharmaceutical industry would crumble and cease to exist. It's good business to keep people sick. It helps population control. Even better yet, helps to get people to follow the status quo and authority (read: government).

Some people might call this an anti-science or an anti-doctor rant. That's now what this is at all. What it is, is a pro-information rant. A pro-research rant. A pro-self-reliance rant. People should question things. They should weigh the risk and benefit themselves with all information provided or researched themselves. If they happen to agree with their doctor, that's great! They've come to that same conclusion on their own, knowing all the facts and having all the information available to them; and basing it off how well they know their bodies and themselves. When people accept recommendations by a doctor, accepting the doctor's risk vs. benefit analysis, they are putting blind faith in their doctor. Their doctor only has so much information, the blanks are filled in by assumptions. Doctors don't know your body like you do.

Don't accept things just because someone with 'Ph.D' following their named or stamped on their desk plate told you so. They are human too; not impervious to mistakes, misinformation, greed, and narcissism. You should take control of your own health, not rely on someone else to do it for you. Don't be a sheep, blindly following their leader. Do you hire the doctor to advise you, or does he hire you to be advised?

Who is in control of you and your health?

This goes for health, motherhood, parenting, relationships, and everything else in life. You need to be able to trust yourself and discover what is right for you by coming to your own conclusions....not relying on someone else to do it for you.

Rose

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Introductions? Who needs 'em?

8/1 Most of you who read this will probably know me personally. So you will be pretty clued in. For those of you who stumble upon this blog, meh. You will get to know me in time. However, here's the basics. I'm a SAHM of an almost one year old girl and will be married to one fantastic guy really soon.

So we're trying to buy a house; but we've been set back again and again. It sucks. The earliest we can bid now is probably around Oct. 1st. We were supposed to be already in a new one, but hurdle after hurdle has popped up in front of us. It's worse than jumpin' through hoops! Other than that, you'll have to stay tuned to find other stuff out about us!


Rose