Bribery

I wanted to get a picture of Zeke in his new hat. Because, let me tell you, this hat caused me endless trouble. Mostly because I thought, hey, I will spice things up and crochet it from the bottom up. This is not the logical way to make a hat but I guess after 2 successes already this season I was getting vain. It ended up way too short for my son's apparently bulbous head. And as I explained to Josh in my frustration that I was going to do thus and thus and thus to fix my mistake he said, very innocently, "Wouldn't it be faster to just start over?"

I am very ashamed to admit that I let my pregnancy show a little bit at that moment, folks, because judging from the speed at which my husband back peddled THAT comment, the look I gave him must have taught him to remember his mortality. I am even more ashamed to admit that he was right. Yes, it would have been a lot faster to just start over, not to mention less frustrating and more productive, with the added bonus that the stripe would have ended up in the correct place, and not slightly too high. But I was in no mood to admit my mistakes so far as to actually START OVER. And I was justly punished by 2 days worth of frustration and pulling out stitches.

So, when I finished the hat today, I was pretty excited to be done with it and show off my handi-work. Zeke was less excited to be a model.

He was more interested in playing.

I am not very ashamed to admit that I ended up bribing him with my Crystal Light. A sip for a smile.
Uhhh...you gotta do better than THAT buddy.

There's my cheesy boy.
Sometimes I wonder if its just me, or if he really IS the cutest kid ever.

The Mommy Wars

*I will be climbing onto my soapbox now. Please ignore the child playing with a plastic bag behind me...it ruins the effect.*

A friend recently asked me if I ever feel the need to play up my image on my blog. I thought about it rather quickly and answered no. I mean, we ALL play ourselves up to some extent. We choose what we write about, after all, we straighten shirts and clean faces before snapping a picture. But I've never really felt overly stressed about it, read and reread posts wondering what I "seem like" from the outside, or decided not to write something because of the way it will make me look. I suppose its because this blog, when you get down to it, is for me. I love that a few people read it, and that a few comment. But I would be writing it even if no one ever did, because this blog is for ME, not you.

It's basically just a way for me to use up all my leftover words at the end of a day, that and to write, which has always been a passion of mine. Josh jokes that I have a physical need to get out so many words (somewhere near a million) every day. On days when I've been home alone with Zeke he says "You have a lot of words left today don't you?" This comment usually comes after a good solid 45 minutes of me not breathing I'm talking so fast.

But Kim's question got me thinking, because I really understand the need to play up your image a bit in the Mommy-blog world. Hell, I think there's an awful lot of it going on in the plain MOMMY world. The Mommy Wars are a very real thing, that play to some extent in all of our lives, and they aren't going to go anywhere soon. I wish they WOULD but I'm not sure if, as women, as HUMANS, we are quite ready to do away with them...or that we ever will be.

My husband would just make remarks on the inherent evil and judgmental natures of women. He's a bit of a pessimist, that man of mine. But as a person that strives to look on the bright side of human nature, and almost NEEDS to defend, I try to look at it a little more fairly. And I've decided that I think the root of the Wars is that these questions we fight and judge each other over; to work or to stay at home, to breastfeed or to bottle feed and for how long, co-sleeping, crying it out, spanking, the list could go on forever but none of these issues actually have a RIGHT and a WRONG. And we all know it. So no matter which way we personally decide to go, we feel guilt. Guilt is pretty much the dressing of motherhood.

I stay home with Zeke, but then I feel not only envious of the mothers that get these whole separate lives from their children, but I also feel guilty that I'm not using my time at home to my fullest, that I'm lazy basically, and that I'm not contributing to my family or my society as a whole. I also wonder if I'm getting boring, if I'm getting stupider, and if I will have anything left when Zeke goes to kindergarten, let alone to college. I could go out and work, sure. Or even better, go to school, which is a desire so strong I can literally taste it at times. But then I'd just feel envious of the mothers that get to stay home and see every moment of their child's developmental years, and guilty for the time I spend away.

Its like this with almost every issue. Josh and I decided not to cry it out. Which, as all non-cry-it-outers can attest to, results in quite a bit of cosleeping with your toddler. I know that Josh and I have both felt ashamed/annoyed/guilty that our 1 year old has almost never spent an entire night in his crib. We've wondered if we are spoiling him. We've wondered if, in the end, we are actually disrupting his sleep more than helping. We've wondered if the exhaustion might cause us to kill one of our children when, in January, we have TWO children waking us up every night. But (and I suppose I dont have any proof so take this with a grain of salt) I imagine that people that decide to cry it out with their kids ALSO have doubts. They might wonder if they are being selfish to leave their child crying, if they are going to cause life-long bad sleep associations and habits, ect. They might feel just as ashamed that they couldnt "stick it out" until their kid learned to sleep as Josh and I feel at the fact that we couldnt "stick it out" and let Zeke cry for us without being answered.

The biggest guilt inducer for me is the fact that I weaned at 11 months. I had hoped to breastfeed until 2 and to have my milk run dry so "early" has constantly bothered me. I think about it every time I see a happily nursing toddler, heck, I think about it whenever Zeke prefers Josh over me (which i pretend is because I have failed him in some way, and not because Josh is an amazing daddy and around to play with a lot less than this boring mama). And this is actually a great example of the widespread nature of mommy guilt because I'm pretty sure everyone feels guilty no matter WHEN they wean. Be it 6 weeks or 6 years, there's the guilt. And if you go past 6 months you get to add the guilt for breastfeeding SO LONG, which people will be sure to make you feel.

And all this guilt we feel? All this envy of other people that went the other way and surely must have it better? It turns into judgment. And boy howdy is it strong. We doubt ourselves and to cover it up we push everyone we know is "worse" down. You can also see this tendancy in any middle school cafeteria. But the thing is, it just makes everyone feel worse. You arent a better mother because Cathy is a worse one. But Cathy is sure going to feel like shit, and probably so do you.

We all contribute. We all judge each other too harshly, myself included. Which just leads to judgeing ourselves too harshly. And the desire to "spruce up" our image online. And even though I dont think it can stop, I am going to commit to stopping it in my own life.

So here is me, not judging you.

And also here I am assuring you that I am in no way a perfect mother.

My son was literally playing with a plastic bag while I typed this. Yep, I'm blogging while he's not only awake but playing with dangerous objects.

As much as I write about Healthy Eating, I bought and finished off an entire bag of pizza pockets by myself in a little over a week. A family sized bag. I also ate jelly bellies for breakfast yesterday and almost NEVER buy organic foods (honestly I have my doubts about the superior health of your average store-bought organics, which still travel thousands of miles and are farmed en masse. Healthier for the environment, definitely, for me....maybe? I think local is going to be your actual best bet, which is luckily also cheaper.)

As much as I diss families who dont eat dinner together every night and wonder why they dont cherish the family time as much as Josh and I do, well Zeke and I usually eat breakfast side by side, him in front of his food and me in front of my laptop.

Zeke watches TV regularly, spends many days just in his diaper, and gets copious amounts of candy on long car rids.

I am just a mom.

The growing sexuality of claymation penguins

Josh, in a very disgusted voice, when I woke up this morning: "How old is this Pingu supposed to BE anyways?"

Me: "What? I don't know, he has a little brother so he has to be at least 2 or 3."

Josh: "Well Zeke and I were watching Pingu and he got KISSED by some girl penguin!"

Me: "Like on the cheek? I don't think that's a big deal."

Josh: "No, it was full beak on beak action, man. You know when he talks and his mouth looks like a trumpet? It was like 2 trumpets."

So apparently my son's favorite show has been deemed "sexual" because on the Valentines episode (which is mostly Pingu trying to make a valentine and accidentally gluing things to his hand) he gets kissed by his card's recipient, full beak on beak.

And yes, despite the fact that our original plan was not not let Zeke watch any TV until he turned 2, we gave in shortly after he turned 1 and now he watches some sort of short cartoon at least twice a week. His favorites so far are Veggie Tales Silly Songs and Pingu. Both are about 5-7 minutes which is about his attention span. I just cant resist the "I'm trying to make dinner and you wont leave me alone" convenience of it, or the even more guilt inducing "What if I play silly songs on youtube on half the computer screen and type on the other half? Then can I stay on the labtop a little longer?"

The growling list of shows I've already decided will melt his brain and therefor cut Zeke off from? Sponge Bob (I dont think he needs to be TAUGHT potty humor), and Caillou (that little boy needs to freaking GROW UP. He's supposed to be 4? He acts worse than Z at times!). Luckily Josh wasnt so disgusted by Pingu that he felt the need to add him to the list.

Zeke watching the dreaded Wiggles while I try to make dinner (talk about brain meltage...they might soon be added to the list):

In which I digress

First let me say that I am so....surprised and gratified....and just plain thankful for the responses so far to yesterdays post about my decision to birth my next baby at home. My readers are so amazingly respectful and supportive and constantly surprise me with it. Not everything you hear about rudeness on the internet is true. Each and every comment was wonderful and I really appreciate all the support and encouragement. Of course the comments on that post are still open for those of you that have questions about it and don't check my blog every 24 hours ;)

To answer Jess To the Lo's question: Am I doing a water birth? I don't really know yet. I know that I will use water at a comfort technique. It was HEAVEN with my labor with Zeke, I have very clear memories of curling up in the bathtub in a fetal position and the nurse joking about how perfectly I fit. My midwife also provides a birthing pool with her services so its really just the expense of the liner (cheap) to be able to do so. But I think to qualify as a water birth the baby has to be born under the water, and I'm not sure if when the time comes I will want to stay in the pool or get out and move to the bed. I'm open to both options and am going to leave it up to the moment itself.

To the previously planned post (in as much as I plan any post at least):

It's been a really successful last few days and I'm very proud of myself about it.

1. I was featured on SITS on Wed, which allowed me to break thru the 100 follower ceiling. (ok maybe there isnt a 100 follower ceiling but its a nice round number). Now I am the most popular person on the internet. Josh's words, not mine. I was all like....yeah....have you ever heard of Mckmama? Or Dooce? Or Bring The Rain? (In case you were wondering...he hadn't) I am most definately not the most popular mommy blogger on the internet, though, even IF Josh is so totally out of the loop as to not know who MckMamma is. Nor would I honestly ever want to be. Think of the pressure!!! Thousands of adoring fans that alternately build you up as an angel and a saint and THE BEST MOM EVARR and then get bored and tear you down because *gasp* you are human after all.

Although I hear that Heather (the blogger responsible for Dooce) and her husband have both quit their jobs and live off her blog now. And not only that but they pay an assistant. I could totally dig that... Except the whole Josh not having a job thing. I love the man but I also need him to leave for a good 8 hours sometimes.

Plus a lot of the really really popular bloggers (like MckMamma and Angie from Bring the Rain) got so because of some personal tragedy and people flocked to them to offer prayer and support. I love that the internet can be used in such a way (see the above thoughts on how surprisingly supportive the internet has been for me) but I dont ever want to be in a position to partake of the kind of prayer warriors that they have collected.

But I digress.

Being featured on SITS? It felt awesome.

2. I crocheted 2 newborn hats. They are thus:
and thus:
My original plan was to exchange the purple ribbon for a blue one if its a boy but on second thought I think even if it was blue the ribbon would be pretty femmy. Plus I know so many pregnant women that I'm sure I can find someone to give it to if I dont end up needing it. So my new plan is to just make 2 or 3 hats for each sex and give away the ones I don't need. Newborn hats are so small that the first one only took me about an hour to make and the second maybe 2 hours.

Now usually I dont start crochetting until mid September. I last until January and then nary pick up a hook and yarn again until the next September. I have a short attention span, what can I say? I decided to start early this year though because I have QUITE the project list. Not only will I need a few newborn hats and of course the dreaded newborn blanket (remember what I said about my attention span? projects that take more then 1 ball of yarn and a few days of my time are the bane of my artistic existence).

But BESIDES all the new baby stuff I also need:
-A new hat for Zeke. This hat from last year still fits him, I accidentally made it a little big at the time honestly, but now I'm glad because it may be my favorite that I have EVER made and now it will last 2 years. But he really should have 2 hats. Also it seems mean to make so much for the baby and nothing for him. So a new hat must be made. Im thinking a cute little wool beanie with a visor.

(ps, the cuteness of that picture is reminding me why I need to start spending more time on photoshop again...)

-Josh has also requested some gloves. And since I never crochet him anything, lets face it, 99% of yarn projects are fairly girly, I am really excited to comply.

-I kind of also want hand warmers for myself.

-Plus I found a hat on Ravelry.com that I might DIE without. You know how that goes...

So lots of projects to get thru. And my goal is to get thru every single one of them (except the baby blanket) with yarn that I already have. Because they are all smallish projects and I have a lot of yarn around the house. And also, I'm on one of those dreaded things...a *whisper* budget.

Anyways, I think Ive digressed about 4 times already and the point was I have already started on my crocheting for the year and completed 2 hats. I did so without spending money on any yarn or patterns (another bane of my artistic existence is that I don't follow directions well or count my stitches....like ever. So I end up ruining a lot of projects that I think I can "figure out as I go". You try to play with string in front of a kitten and a toddler and remember what number you were on and tell me how it works for you. But I'm digressing yet again, I can tell because I used these ())

3. I baked my first Chocolate Zucchinni Cake. Josh often wonders why I cant ever bake a cake the way our ancestors intended, from a box and in a 9 by 13 pan. My excuse? Because its not preeeetty. But I decided to humor him slightly this time around. While the cake was not a box mix, I did bake it in the dreaded 9 by 13 and frost it from a can. No fancy stuff and not even a circle pan, layer of filling, or frosting bag in sight.

I got my zuchinni from my MIL's garden and the recipe from Epicurious. Here it is if you want it, but you have to find your own zuchinni. I recommend substituting applesauce for the oil, a cup of milk + a tbl of vinegar for the buttermilk (who keeps buttermilk in the house?), and mixing in the chocolate chips. Also if you have the kind of 6 year old child that will refuse to eat chocolate cake because of barely visible green flecks (hey, i've known children like this) then I would peel and puree the zuchinni instead of just grating it.

Did you see the above line about me not following directions well??

But the POINT (if I ever get to it) is that I baked a cake and that the cake in question was moist and rich and delicious and pleased all.

Oh and true story about baking this cake. (wait for it, this digressing is worth it) I put some butter on the counter (where Zeke cant reach, right?) to soften and decided to check my email. A few minutes later I look down at my son, who is holding the butter and EATING it whole. EWWW.

The Instant Messsage conversation went like this:

me: OMG!!!!
Zeke is eating my butter stick!!

K:
EWW
WHY DO YOU HAVE A BUTTER STICK?

me:
I was letting it soften on the counter
he seriously ate like a fourth of it!!!!
EWWWWW!

K:
Oh
eww

So it was very "ew". And when I threw his stick of butter away and got out a new one to soften that darn kid was totally trying to nab it off the counter AGAIN. He may take after his aunt Brittany...I remember some family legend about her and a stick of butter and some sugar...

4. I cleaned, dried, folded, and put away 5....count them 5!!!!!....loads of laundry. Yeah, camping kind of builds that stuff up. And I know some of you do this daily but I have a family of 3...so I dont.

Plus our usual agreement around here is that Josh lugs the basket down the basement stairs and
gets eveyrthing cleaned and then lugs the baskets back up, at which point I take over and do all necessary folding, ironing, hanging, ect. I may be the queen of sweeping, the mistress of dishes, the goddess of bed making...but for some reason I CANT STAND running a washing machine and dryer. It's my kryptonite.

Our agreement began way back in our first apartment when I was afraid of the very creepy laundry room. There was this hallway of storage rooms right behind the marchines that looked like a prison hallway and a bunch of cells, it wasn't very well lighted, and as a workin' gal I always had to do the laundry after dark. Everyone knows in an apartment you DO NOT try to do your laundry on the weekend. That is a practice of despair. So since Josh was going to school full time (which as all students know is not actually equal to a full time job) he took over laundry duty. And in every subsequent apartment and house I was very careful to make sure I had some excuse as to why this division of labor had to continue.

I'ts not that big of a job but good God does it feel nice sometimes to have just 1 thing that I dont have to do.

But what with the camping back-up and Josh working late every day this week I had to take over the dreaded chore.

Carrying that last load up the basement stairs I swear the cat and Zeke were singing the Miss America Song to me. They are nice that way.

the home birth and why I am doing one

At first I didn't bring this subject up because it was all rather up in the air. It was really important for me to have Josh be fully supportive of the idea and he was unsure at first. I left the final decision up to Josh not only because of my base belief that there can only be 1 head of a household and both men and women are designed for men to be that head but because of a much simpler and closer knowledge of myself, and that emotionally I knew I need him to be fully with me on something like this.

Josh took some time and after much thought and prayer and research and an interview with the midwife I loved, as well as a lot of meditation, discussion, and though on our past birth experience, decided that while he was still wary of the idea he had so few real objections to it that it would be unfair of him to not be supportive of something that was so important to me. It wasnt exactly the answer I wanted but I took what I could get and ran with it.

Since that point Ive stayed fairly mute on the subject because Im afraid to insult anyone who will see my choices as judgement on their choices. I dont know how to get around this except to assure you that they arent. Home birth is not for everyone, its definately not safe for everyone, and its not even best for everyone that its safe for.

I dont think you are a bad mother, or a weakling, for your epidural. I had one with Zeke after 24 hours of grueling labor. I DO wish hospital births were more accepting and supportive of other pain relief options. And I DO believe that in getting an epidural, you (and I) miss out on an amazaing experience. But its an experience you have the right to skip. There are many experiences other people hold very high in their opinion that I have no desire to know personally. Skydiving, for example, holds no interest to me.

So please dont take any of this as judgment. Its just a way to explain my choices to family and friends that think I am a little strange at best and dangerously crazy at worste.

Q. So why do you want to have your baby at home anyways? Why cant you just have a "natural" labor at the hospital?

You know, since almost the day I found out I was pregnant with Zeke, my most natural instinct was to go off into the woods and have my baby by myself. With both pregnancies that is how I imagined the "perfect" labor and birth. In the woods, on some sort of soft material, by myself, in the dark. I know it would scare the willies out of most people and its completely unrealistic (not to mention dangerous) as an actual plan but its how I would be most comfortable and its what I've dreamed about a lot.

A home birth, with an experienced midwife, is obviously the closest to this ideal that is safe and possible. With Zeke's pregnancy Josh was very very VERY against anything of the sort, and I didnt actually know much about home birth or anyone who had had one. I also truly believed that I could zone out and pretend I was alone at the hospital and have the kind of birth I desired. I found with Zeke that I was mistaken, though. And for a large veriety of reasons.

Hospitals are noisy, brightly lit, and unfamiliar. I was being constantly interupted, constantly monitered, and I just plain couldnt ever get comfortable. I was soo worried about being forced into some sort of interventitive measure, and so worried about having to stand up to the "authority" of the hopsital, as well as so worried about "perfoming" well and seeming calm in front of the nurses that I never allowed my body to take over and get into that very open and very vulnerable place where labor can happen. I really think thats a major reason why I went into labor so late (almsot 3 weeks) and why it lasted so long (over 35 hours).

And of course my fears caused the very things that I feared. After 24 hours of induced labor and no progress to speak of, I hit a wall. I did not know what to do, and I was literally "losing it". The first thing the midwives I was with suggested was an epidural. And I took it.

I dont blame myself and I dont blame them but Josh and I both feel if there had been a single person in that room that had believed in my ability to birth Zeke naturally, and had suggested somthing other than an epidural to help me cope and get over the wall, we would have been able to go for it. We've also decided looking back that no matter how hard everyone around us pushed for it, the induction was a bad decision. I wasnt ready, and neither was Zeke, and at heart we both knew it. We just didnt trust ourselves and no one else trusted us either.

I know now that in that vulnerable place that is pregnancy and birth I am so open to suggestion and I've realized the importance of a care provider that really truly believes in my ability to birth and the naturalness of birth itself. Cathy is there to watch over my birth in case something goes wrong, she is there to make suggestions when and if I hit another wall, but other than that I know that she believes she does her best work by leaving me alone to work thru it as I will. I know that she believes birth can happen at any number of weeks, and last any number of hours, and still be "normal" and I know that her confidence will give me confidence.

Many people feel perfectly comfortable in a hospital and not at all comfortable laboring at home without the safety net of the "equipment". If that is true then of course the hospital is where you should be!! No one can labor while afraid. For me, for reasons I may never fully understand, the place where I am most comfortable is at my house and left to myself.

Q. But what if something goes wrong? People used to die in childbirth all the time you know.

The myth that less women die in childbirth because we moved into hospitals is just that, a myth. Less women die in childbirth because of improved health and sanity standards. Women eat healthier, take better care of their bodies, and doctors actually wash their hands. Childbirth Fever, the number one killer way back when, was simple infection.

More women die in the US in childbirth than almost any other country, including many countries where home birth is still a normal practice.

Josh, in particular, was surprised by how little, when you got down to specific common "emergencies" a home birth midwife (properly trained ect) cant handle. Cathy carries Pitocin with her in case of hemmorage (although she said she usually uses herbs as they work faster), she has a doppler to listen to its heart, she can slip a cord off a babies neck just as easily as an OB can, and hands are pretty much God's forceps.

The truth is most situations that make birthing at home dangerous offer plenty of warning signs along your pregnancy. High blood pressure, a breach baby, ect would of course make us rethink the safety of our plan.

And there is also the truth that yes, c-sections are a miracle of science that have saved lives. And yes, Cathy has had to have clients transfer to a hospital to get one. Sometimes her water has broken and for one reason or another she just never goes into labor. Sometimes the baby just wont fit (this is where having a "proven pelivis" is nice. i fit a 9 1/2 pound baby on my back so yeah...i can fit anything God throws my way). These situations dont happen nearly as often as they do in hospitals, because midwives are more patient and more willing to use alternative positions (squatting opens a pelvis by 25% for example) not available to a women with an epidural. But they still happen and I am prepared for this possibility and can transfer to a hospital at any time I or my midwife thinks its necessary.

Q. You talked about "hitting a wall" with your labor with Zeke. What if that happens again? I mean, what if you just cant cut it and want that epidural?

I actually asked Cathy about that. How many of her clients have just wimped out and gone to the hospital for the epidural. Its never happened to her. When you are at home its just not an option, and because its not an option everyone is working on other ways to get thru. I'm sure I'll
hit a wall, if not 2 or 3, during my next labor. But I also know that I will break thru it.

Q. Zeke was soo late. What if this one is too? You cant get induced at home.

That's true. While Cathy has pitocin she doesnt use it to induce. Because of the nature of induced labor and the increased risks associated with it, its not safe to do without fetal monitering. Part of the joy of not knowing a real due date though, is I wont know when I am "late". I really believe that 99% of the time babies come when they are ready. Very few women will NEVER go into labor. There is of course the possibility, and it comes to mind a lot at 42+ weeks beleive me. But if Cathy or I get worried because its been a long time, or I'm getting rather big, or the baby is less active we can always go in for an ultrasound and check the little sucker out. She recently had a client go to 42 weeks and when they went in to look at the baby he was happy as a clam and only measuring at a 40. She went into labor a few days later.

Q. What about Zeke? Where will he be during all of this?

Because Im at home and have no where to rush off to, I feel confident to keep him with me and our schedule normal as long as possible. Because Zeke's birth was so long Im expecting another long one. ITs not logical but its a common failing. Of course a time will come when I cant focus on him any longer and I'll want Josh to myself as well. At that point we will have a babysitter either come over or come get him. We havent decided who yet but we are blessed with a lot of friends.

That's all I can think of right now but I cant express to you how open I am to any and all questions, no matter how judgemental they may sound. I would like everyone to be as comfortable with this as they can be, and I know that its so out of the mainstream that people truly have a lot of questions about it. I talk to Cathy weekly so I know that she'd be willing to answer any that I cant. :)w~q
I was very very excited to find out I am the featured blogger over at SITS (or for non initiates, The Secret Is In The Sauce) today. Seriously, VERY excited. I might have screamed a little bit.

If you don't know what SITS is, it's an online community of bloggers who believe that The Secret to success is....support! I've found some great blogs and bloggers thru this group and am very proud to be a member, and also proud to be featured today.

So thanks all you SITStahs for supporting me!!

The SITS gals (and a few guys too) have been invited to read 3 extra-saucy posts of my blog. These are the 3 that were chosen.

A Tale of Peril and Woe

A Lesson and an Admission

I Never Was A Gymnast

But I'd also like to tell you a little about myself. I'm a wife and the mother of a 14 month old son and am busy planning a home birth for my next, due in January. I have some "strange" beliefs like Partial Immunization, not circumsizing without religious reasons, and respecting and submitting to my husband. I think about Zombies way way too much, had a wisdom tooth removed sans anesthesia, get way too philisophical about cleaning, not to mention way too riled up about breastfeeding rights. But mostly Im just like anyone else, trying as hard as I can to get this right.

Camping

Well we got back into town Sunday during the late afternoon/early evening. But then of course there was a very desperate kitten to cuddle and play with, an over excited and car weary son to deal with, dinner to be made, and all of that home-coming jazz. Not to mention Josh insisted that the car just HAD to be unloaded and the bags unpacked THAT NIGHT or apparently we would all explode. We had one of those lovely moments in marriage where you are just not at all on the same page. Josh wanted everything done right away, I wanted to relax with the kitten. It's actually quite the opposite of our usual stance and though there was a moment or two of friction I am happy to tell everyone that we survived it without any escalation. A fact that I am proud of after a very tiring week and a half of vacationing and an even more tiring day spent almost completely in the car.

Maybe almost 4 years of marriage HAS taught us something.

So that night there was obviously no time to blog. THEN Monday morning I was all set to get right to it (and a few other things) but I woke up with some breakthrough bleeding that I wasn't necessary concerned about but thought worrisome enough to keep an eye on. The bleeding stopped after a few hours and Blueberry has been active all day so I'll chalk it up to a broken blood vessel (which can happen after you get into an almost fight with your husband and then...you know..."make up"... we've been sleeping with a 1 year old between us for a week after all).

But even though it turned out to be nothing to worry about and I was sure from the start it was nothing to worry about, it was only responsible to take it easy and pay a little more attention to myself until it was proven that there was really and truly nothing to worry about. Which means that mostly Zeke and I played in his bedroom and got almost nothing done. At 5 I did break down and get us dressed and to the grocery store, but by then the bleeding had stopped, blueberry had kicked me about 1oo times, and I was starting to wonder what the heck I could make for dinner with what was in the house.

So that brings me to today, in which I have had to catch up with everything I didn't get done YESTERDAY because I was taking it easy.

And that was a long and probably unnecessary rant on why exactly it's taken me this long to post pics of our trip. Lol.

Too much happened to talk about it all so let's suffice to say that we all had a wonderful time, we got to see absolutely every family member that we had hoped to, and Zeke wasnt nearly as shy as he has been in the past.

As usual I didnt take nearly as many pictures as I should have but here's what I did get:

My parents took us boating out at Lucky Peak. Zeke enjoyed himself more than this picture represents.

My dad in a failed 360 attempt on the knee board. In his defense he went on to succeed.

My brother on the knee board.
Even Josh tried the knee board. And while Zeke thought it was awfully funny when my dad and brother crashed, and he even though it was pretty funny to see daddy out on the water, boy did he ever NOT find it funny when Josh crashed and our boat just kept a going. He was screaming and flailing and trying to JUMP OFF THE BOAT as if his little 1 year old self could save his daddy. I was sad at first that I hadnt got out the camera for Josh but probably it was a blessing since I would have likely lost it in the ensuing struggle.

And yes, thos are pretty much the only pics from 5 whole days spent in Boise. But then we moved on to camping and the fact that everyone else was taking pictures reminded me that I should to.

It rained a lot. I mean...a lot. But we still had a lot of fun. The rain honestly just meant more chances to gather in Grandma Melanie's trailer and play pinochle. (Zeke sure loved on his uncles. As you can see.)

Zeke didnt mind the rain in the least and wanted outside the second it stopped (well, honestly he wanted out even when it wasnt stopped). He was pretty sure that he was king of the mountain, climbing rocks and hills, whacking bushes with sticks, and despite the fact that he tripped and fell or bonked his head or SOMETHING about every 5 minutes I dont think he cried or slowed down once. He just wanted to do just about everything he saw the bigger boys doing.

Like collect firewood and throw it into the fire:
That kid wanted to collect firewood to throw into the fire all darn day. And except for, you know, the throwing it into the fire part, I really didnt mind, so we let him collect away and just kept a keen eye on the fire.

And when his uncles started up the hill to pick some huckleberries they had found Zeke took the leg from a card table as a walking stick and started right after them.
And got pretty far too before papa Max decided to go catch him.
Daddy also taught him important and manly lessons. Like how to cut firewood. (He wasnt allowed to go "help" chop it down so we had to give him something.)
Daddy lesson already planned for next year? Peeing on trees.

The last night he did get a little crabby (cutting his first molar, we found). But it wasnt anything knawing on a cob of corn couldnt handle.
Definately an experience worth repeating. He's gota learn to pee on trees after all.

A quick update

We leave Saturday for a long trip to visit our families, so since I'm sure I'll be running around tomorrow like a chicken cleaning, packing, trying to make it to yoga, and worrying about the kitten, I thought I'd do an update now.

Last night I felt my first good kick from Blueberry. I've been feeling little "was that?" movements for almost a week but yesterday's was the first good solid kick. I remember thinking it was a little higher then I expected him to be and then when I was getting dressed this morning I looked in the mirror to notice my tummy has finally popped! Yep, he's finally above my pubic bone and just in time to maybe let me go a full 2-3 hours between bathroom breaks while we camp. That would be really nice.

I've also found the pattern for this babies blanket. Its so simple I will actually finish it.

And I swear I will recommit to crocheting more as soon as we get back. I always fall off the wagon in the spring/summer but this baby needs hats and such. Plus even though Zeke doesn't appreciate his crocheted blanket and prefers the one from Walmart I insist on each of my children receive one to ignore.

Wish me luck. On travels and crafts both.

Genius, A Trip To the Lake, and The Absense of Stress

This is going to be 3 blog posts in 1. I am a big multi-tasker that way. (Actually I am vehemently against multi-tasking in any form. I've long felt that it doesnt save time or energy and often results in many jobs half done instead of one job well done. Even if you are just vegging in front of the TV, to then add some sort of chore (like thankyou note writing) ruins BOTH efforts. You are no longer relaxing and paying attention to your show NOR are you focusing on your letters. Multi-tasking, to me, represents everything that it wrong with our culture. But lets not turn this into 4 posts, ok?)

So onto subject A. I have realized that am surrounded by genius.

Not only has my son proven his obvious above-level intelligence by successfully building a 4 cup tower:
But my friend, Kim, is a genius by solving my cat-cant-jump-over-the-babygate-but-my-one-year-old-plays-in-the-litter-box dillema. You see, you lift the babygate up a few inches so the cat can go UNDER.

I will admit, Kim, that Zeke did NOT appreciate your help. He near panicked when he realized he couldnt follow the cat into the bathroom that afternoon.
Ziggy may not fully appreciate it either. I'm not sure how upset he was by his feces spread all over the floor and walls but his expression during all the cuddles Zeke forced upon him when he came out of the bathroom was one of VERY tried patience.

Even the CAT is a freaking genuis! Or maybe this is another one to give Ezekiel credit for but I caught them actually playing hide and seek.

Hide:And seek:Seriously. Ziggy would run and hide someplace (but never so fast that Zeke couldn't follow) and then Zeke would run to find him. As soon as he did, he would sqeal and Ziggy would pounce on Zeke, run around his body a few times, and then hide in a different room.

(Another aside: Josh actually finds fault with me calling Zeke genius. Even if it was true (which its not) intellegence is not really the kind of thing we want him to find self-identity and pride over. It's too easy. How smart you are has nothing to do with YOU. We would rather praise a good work ethic, or trying again even when you've failed, or kind acts. It IS rather a habit, however, to praise a child for being smart or pretty or strong, even though its meaningless. I mean, wouldnt you rather your child think "I am a hard worker who practices contantly" then "I am good a sports"?)

Subject 2: Zeke and Preston hit the road again.
See? Proof. Although this time we didnt go nearly as far as Seattle. Truthfully, we just went about a half hour away from our homes, to meet our freind Kaitie and her kids at Waterfront Park in Medical Lake (which is an awful name for a lake, it makes me imagine all these nasty needles and gloves floating in the water...) And we didnt stay 2 nights. We just went for the morning and were home for a late 2 o clock nap.

But we picknicked (Like right away, I've learned the rule of motherhood that any eatable brought to any given location must be consumed right away, no matter the time of arrival or how much was eaten at home mere seconds before getting in the car), we dug in the sand, we swam in the surprisingly comfortable water, we enjoyed the sun, we made our mom save us from drowning while she still had her wrap on, and we played nonsensical toddler games that involve touching toes and then laughing hysterically.

All in all a sucess.

Subject III. I realized recently that I am almost halfway done with this pregnancy and yet I am STILL sooo calm. During my last pregnancy I suffered from almost constant labor nightmares and lots of panic attacks (which I am prone to). This pregnancy I have been having almost as many dreams about being in labor but they are always so calm now, and this weekend I had my first panic attack in months (and justified).

So much of it is just the plain fact that in the last year I've cut away so much of the stress-inducing fluff of my life; no more insecurities about my body, beliefs, and mothering skills, no more dramatic mommy groups, no more unrealistic goals and expectations for my home and family. It helps.

And a lot more of it is the fact that I cut out another big stress inducer for pregnant women: The OB. It's amazing how much less you worry about your pregnancy when you arent trying to fit in impossible to schedule and constant appointments, and waiting forever in waiting rooms, just to have your weight, blood and urine contents, ultrasounds, glucose test results, blood pressure, and whatever else contantly monitered and obsessed over by a doctor who is himself obsessed with catching any tiny abnormality in case he's sued. It's true that even with my last pregnancy I was with a midwife. And I really liked her. But because she was affiliated with a hospital, she had to play the hospital games, and I felt like I was in a constant battle to skip the tests I DID skip, and constantly worried by the tests I "couldnt".

My midwife this pregnancy, exactly because she is NOT affiliated with a hospital, is free to do whatever she (and I) believe necessary, and ONLY that, which given our personalities equals to not much. Mostly at my appoinments we just talk. Also she comes to my house, which is awesome. And even comes after Josh gets off work (which is double awesome because its hard for Josh to get time off but he's also never missed any prenatal appointment (for either child) and really hopes to never have to).

I think also there is a real psychology to going to the doctor month after month (and when you get far enough week after week), undressing, and being examined that makes a woman FEEL like she is sick. You are certainly treated as if you are sick. And I just dont think that is a healthy outlook for a state of being that is perfectly healthy.

So all in all even though I battle UTI's and havent gained a single pound, not to mention have absolutely no clue on my real due date other than January (maybe February?), I am one stress free pregnant lady.

(Although I will admit my mind is a little here and there and everywhere, as evidenced by these (and even these, which I suspect arent actually legit))

PS, I had a dream LAST night that I wasn't pregnant at all and had to tell all our friends and family that I was mistaken these past 17 or so weeks. I was so unnerved this morning that I actually took a pregnancy test. Never mind that I've been morning sick off and on, that Im an emotional wreck, that I've heard the heartbeat, and that I even felt some small movements last Friday. I needed that little plus sign.

In my defense I had a test laying around.

PPS, how come Zeke is never fully dressed in any pictures?

Zen Cleaning

In my frustration Friday afternoon I couldn't decide if I should zone out in front of The Nanny Diaries (which I had just gotten from Netflicks and haven't seen) or deep clean my house. I decided to clean and I'm so glad I did. Middle of the day vegging often just leaves me feeling even more moody and restless then before. Cleaning on the other hand, while harder to start, almost always picks me up and recenters me.

There is just something infinity calming to me about cleaning. Something caressing about dusting. Something decidedly Zen about sweeping. It's a small activity but it leaves the floor calmer than before and often you calmer with it. I think part of it is that I've always seen my home as the center and foundation of my life. It is the place I depart from, the place I return to, its the physical encirclement of my family and life. A cluttered home, to me, is a cluttered center, a cluttered mind, and cluttered emotions. When I make the bed I am not just bringing order to sheets and blankets, I am bringing order to a small part of my life. When I am scrubbing dishes I'm not just scrubbing glass and ceramic, I'm almost scrubbing my soul. A full sink is one problem out of so many in the world that I can solve. An empty, clean and dry sink is one place out of so many in the world where all is as it should be.

I read in an old Mothering Magazine (My fav. magazine by the way, I absolutely HATE Parents) that it is just consciousness that transforms drudgery into ritual. I love that and have carried it with me for a long time now. There is a lot of drudgery in the life of a stay at home mom, yet there is a beauty, a balance-bringing quality, to ritual. As we often say in my Mindful Mothers group, its all about Mindfullness. To be conscious, or mindful, in housekeeping, in mothering, in eating, and in living is a goal worth working for, I think.

So as I left to drop off Zeke to his daddy at Pizza night, and head myself to yoga, I left with a centered spirit and a clean house. Of course after class I ran out of batteries on my cell phone, couldn't find Josh and Zeke (and couldn't call because of my phone) and then got followed around the downtown park by a mentally insane (or maybe mentally handicapped?) man while he made rude sexual comments, did disgusting things with his tongue and hands, and tried to lick me. So I ended the day scared for my safety, disappointed that no one ever tried to help me (of course after this guy started following me I stayed in VERY populated areas until I could lose him), and worried about Josh and Zeke (who took a bus home after they realized something must be wrong because I hadn't called yet and been out of class for a while).

But at least my house was clean.

Frusteration level? 900

So I am arrived and ready at EXACTLY 9 am for the photo shoot. In fact I think it was even 8:58. Because I know timeliness for these kind of things is not only professional but just courteous. And it's not like it was some cake walk either, because that is EARLY (Zeke usually wakes after 8), the park we met at is a half hour from my house (the third location I had been told in the last 2 days), and Zeke and I both had to look pretty. Plus today itself had its own unique difficulties when Zeke barricaded the front door with his body in an attempt to force Josh to stay home and I burst into tears WITH him when Josh left anyways. (I'm an emotional wreck lately and just soo tired of being Z's second choice. I know its silly but Ive cried at sillier lately.)

So yeah, being ready and THERE at 9? A major accomplishment. Then I waited. And waited. And waited. And made phone calls. And fought with Zeke who wanted to play in the pond. At 9:30 Holly arrived. Still no photographer. Holly had been told 9:30 and even though Kim, Kaitie, and I all thought 9 that wasn't surprising given all the location confusion. So we waited some more. And tried calling more too. Kaitie (who set it up) wasnt answering, the photographer wasnt answering, and Kim was in a holding pattern while we waited to find out if the portrait party was even happening.

By 10:15 or so Holly and I decided to give up and walk over to the play area to at least let the kids play for a while before we had to drive home. And THAT is where we find the photographer. Playing with her kids. Her excuse as to why she said "lets meet at the pond" and then waited for us at the playground? She doesnt know the area very well. And evidently has a special kind of blindness that doesnt allow her to see GIANT ponds. She also pointed out that she was wearing a camera and thought that would help identify her. Yes, it would have, if you had been at the pond. Or if there werent 800 women at any given time playing with their kids at a park, with a camera on their neck.

She then proceeded to spend 10 minutes taking pictures of each of our kids. Mostly while sitting on a bench that happened to be close by. Yep, 10 minutes. MAYBE 15 if I'm being kind. And sitting on a bench. Holly was intellegent enough to bring a rubber ducky so Lily chewed on that for most of her pictures. Zeke just got to sit staring at the photographer. After a while I handed him at least a stick to play with.

In her defense she did bring a bucket for the kids to sit in. I think that was her only prop and her only attempt at any sort of ingenuity or creativity. All the poses she suggested were basic Sears or Walmart poses. I expected a natural light photographer, IN A PARK, to, you know, take pictures of the kids playing. Or running. Or in different locations. That's exactly the reason why I dont take Zeke into Sears. Because my child is not just going to sit perfectly still and smile for you.

After the alloted 10 minutes each Holly and I payed our 10 dollar sitting fee and walked back to our cars having learned a lesson. You get what you pay for. That is why amazing photographers like Jaidean have 100 dollar sitting fees and cd prices that cost more than the Queen bed I want to buy. Because Jaidean makes you look like a Victoria Secret model...except prettier, your children look like the kind of little angels that slept thru the night from 6 weeks on and never ever barricade the front door with their body, and Brad Pitt a poor shade of your husband. And that is on a bad day when the kids are screaming the whole photoshoot and your husband refused to shave and insisted on wearing his favorite t shirt instead of the one you picked up specifically for this purpse from Gap. Incedently, you also were not able to shower that morning. Jaidean is worth hundreds of dollars because the woman is magical.

Nicki was worth 10. Because you could have also gone to Walmart.

Anyways, I got Wendys on the way home to make me feel better. I am an emotional eater, give me a break. And to help calm down after blogging (which riled me right back up) I am focusing on this picture, which I took last night.
I am also strongly considering repeating this scene. Except it will be me devouring the cupcake instead of Zeke.

Failure Photoshoot

I dont think I ever blogged about the 1 year photo shoot I attempted with Zeke. Probably I skipped over it because it was a total failure. Not a single good picture in the bunch.

First Zeke would NOT stay still. He wanted to run run run all over the brick square we took him to downtown. After a while we gave up and thought maybe we would just let him chase Josh around since that's all he wanted to do. It might turn into a cute picture and we figured after some running he would get tired out and sit for a little while.





Well as you can see, it IS fairly cute, how can it not be? We are talking about my Zeke after all! But not portrait cute and not worth a half hour on photoshop making it better cute. But at least he got tired out and he would sit still. But then I realized that the sun was way too high and way too strong for good lighting.


This is the best one I got and as you can see the lighting is near unfixable. But at least he is kind of smiling. Because whatever faces Josh was making behind me at the block letters looks like they where more concerning then hilarious...



After a while Zeke just wanted to know what exactly we expected from him.


Oh well, you cant always win I suppose. Tomorrow we are going to a portrait party with some friends and hopefully a more professional photographer can get something out of my kid. Because I swear, he really is cute, and I would kind of like some proof for when he's say....14.

Then we will go home for a long nap because tomorrow night while I'm at yoga Zeke gets to go have pizza and beer with daddy and his friends (I'm actually hoping he just gets pizza...maybe I need to lay some ground rules before I drop Zeke off at Josh's work...)

updates all around

1. The best lunch ever: iced peppermint herbal tea and a bagel sandwich with avocado, cream cheese, fresh turkey, and at least an inch of clover sprouts. I know this to be true so don't doubt me.

2. I've been upping my protein intake this week a lot and it's really helping my headaches and my exhaustion. With Zeke I had a really hard time getting enough protein as well, honestly I had a hard time getting enough calories at all. Since I've been on about 3,000 calories a day for almost 2 years now I'm really used to the high calorie diet and barely have to think about it. In fact in another 2 or more years when I finally wean Blueberry and have to go back down to a reasonable intake of food we're probably going to have problems. But after my pregnancy with Zeke I allowed my protien intake to dwindle back to basically nothing so Im having a hard time with that again.

The problem is that not only do I really not enjoy eating red meat, but peanut butter and eggs make me nauseous when I'm pregnant. Josh jokes that protien must make me nauseous because it seems like most protien rich foods do. On top of that issue is the fact that I need the full 80-100 grams of protien that is recommended a day to even function as a person, to feel GOOD I need even more. So I've been doing a lot of sneaking. I eat a handful or two of almonds a couple times a day, I put protien rich slim-fast type powders in my milk, I sneak a boiled egg or even two on my salads where I dont really notice them...

Josh has also bought me a few protien bars to try out that he's heard come highly reccomended. I dont like the ones that he eats but they are like the highest protien count that you can buy. They dont taste necessarily BAD but they also dont taste good, and one bite tends to make me over-full.

Anyways, if anyone has any ideas on how to sneak in even more protien I'm open to suggestions.
I do like chicken and fish and have been making it alot for dinner but it seems like a lot of work for lunches and snacks.

3. By my calculations I am 16 weeks today and should start feeling movement any day now. If I don't at least this week Cathy and I will probably re-think my due date since its pretty fuzzy yet.

4. I took Zeke to the public pool on Friday and we had a blast. I think we stayed just under 3 hours, long after all our friends had left. We are definately going to go back soon. I wore my one peice swimsuit because I was feeling rather ashamed of my tummy since it's not pregnant looking so much as just bloated looking. I thought people would assume I was chubby and not just pregnant. It's getting tight enough that it's really uncomfortable though and by the time we left the pool I was really regretting the decision. I hate it when I let myself get ashamed of my body that way. I mean, honestly, who's going to be sitting around the pool judging other women's bodies? And if they are, why do I care what they think of me? I know I'm healthy and beautiful and that should be enough. I honestly have learned to love my size, and my shape. Of course there are things I could change but I am healthy and strong and the way God made me. Anyways, we are going to Kim and Prestons' tomorrow to swim and I am so going to wear my two piece so I can actually breath, tummy flab or no. Even if Kim is teeny tiny ;)

5. Zeke just fell asleep in his highchair. I think its nap time.

6. Ziggy is continuing to assimilate into the family perfectly. He is perfectly litter box trained and we've even been able to move it into the upstairs bathroom where it is more out of the way. Ezekiel and him play constantly. In fact, they want to play so much that both have ended up on occasion being punished for not allowing the other to nap. First thing whenever Zeke comes home or wakes up he yells "kitty" and has to find Ziggy to hug and kiss him. I've never met such a dependant cat before, though, he HATES being left alone in a room and if he falls asleep and you leave he will cry when he wakes up until he finds you. He sleeps all night cuddled right under my neck, lol. When Blueberry is born and he's kicked down by my legs he's probably going to be dissapointed.

7. I am realizing Zeke is truly a toddler and needs to be treated more like one. Always before when we disciplined Zeke we mostly just redirected. Sometimes he would get really defiant and keep going back and back to the naughty behavior and we would have to remove the temptation completely or even spank him if it was dangerous but for the most part his interest could be easily moved. Not so much anymore. He remembers now and he KNOWS what he wants. Redirecting is no longer enough.

Josh and I's new plan, which we've started implementing the last few days or so is really working though. At first offense we get down to his level and tell him gently that he can't do that, WHY he cant do that, and offer a similar activity that is IS allowed to do. Honestly, this is really working and a lot of the time it ends right there. Josh and I both feel like explaining to him why he can't do something, rather then just telling him no and offering him something else to do, is the key. Of course many other times Zeke decides that our reasons are insufficient and he will go ahead and continue whatever he was doing, at that point we physically remove him from the area he is being naughty in and tell him much more firmly that no means no and he will not do that. Sometimes he cries for a while and then moves on, and then other times he squares up his shoulders, gives us a nasty look, and runs as fast as he can back to what he was doing. This time he gets spanked. I hate spanking him but I also dont know what else to do and DO NOT want to encourage that kind of defiance. I feel like he is too little for time outs and that just removing him over and over again just puts me at his level, fighting as an equal.

Luckily it rarely goes that far. And often when it does there are outside factors contributing like over exhaustion, being overwhelmed by the day, teething, ect. If I think that is the case then oftentimes after the firm no step I will just stop what I am doing and have some quiet time with books or something. That way he doesn't do it a 3rd time and I am not forced to spank him when I know he is overwhelmed and unable to control himself completely, After a little break or nap he's often ready for me to go back to what I was doing and it's not really a waste of time because I would have wasted just as much if not more spanking him and dealing with the after-affects. Of course I will admit, he's not always over exhausted, sometimes he's just being stubborn and ornery. And sometimes I cant stop what I'm doing. So the spanking does happen on occasion. Probably every other day.

Josh and I are hoping it gets to be less and less though since our steps are so consistent and with both of us doing them exactly the same. I know having a game plan set of exactly what we will do not only helps Zeke make sense of what to expect but helps us to keep calm and avoid over punishing in the heat of frusteration.

Wish us luck with it.

he was the nazz

Josh bought me a kitty!

He was either A. more tired of me trying to force our wild outdoor cat into the house to become an indoor cat then I had realized. or B. more tired of my constant hints that I wanted a kitty then I realized. Or I suppose there is just always C. he loves me much more then I realize. Either way, I wasn't expecting it.

His name is Ziggy Stardust and he is adapting into the family quite well already. We were really careful to talk to the breeder for quite a while about the fact that we had a 1 year old son, and one that LOVED cats, as in loves to chase them and kiss them. She had 3 or 4 kittens available but she thought Ziggy would be the best match because he was very outgoing and loved to be around her kids. She warned us that he was "spunky" and liked to play and pounce but we really dont mind and so far he has been very good with his claws around Zeke.

Ezekiel is absolutely in love. He was kissing and hugging him like crazy as soon as they were introduced and even into the second day he will randomly yell out "kitty!" and go and hug him again. They play play play until poor Ziggy passes out on the rocking chair and I think even Josh is really starting to love him.

I will admit he was none too impressed when they BOTH decided that the sunrise meant they could get up and start playing. But after we got Zeke to understand that no, he wasn't going to be allowed to get up no matter how many times he cried "kitty" we got them both to cuddle in our bed until 9. It was so nice and made me think of 6 months or so from now when we will have yet another baby to cuddle with in our bed.. and then I wondered a little sadly how old our kids will be before they stop moving into our bed to cuddle in the mornings... and then I got to wondering if I could talk Josh into buying us a Queen sized bed for Christmas when we buy Zeke's big boy bed. Two adults, a toddler, a newborn, and a cat all together on a Full can get a little crowded I bet.

Anyways, here are some pictures!

This last one is so blurry but it really shows his pretty patterns and how teeny tiny he is with the book for comparison.