Twenty-Five Thursdays: Number Ten

M’s love of the Brady Bunch has finally seemed to wane and she’s no longer interested in watching the show. Maxed out. But one souvenir from that dalliance with the 70s and her love of Cindy Brady is M’s desire to wear braid pigtails. Yet the kind of dexterity and precision concentration that it takes me to actually accomplish making them is on the level of studying nuclear physics in 100 degree weather while balancing on my elbows. I have the same difficulty with playing video games and driving a manual transmission car, both of which I don’t actually do and can avoid at all costs.

But the braids and her love for them? I know this moment is also fleeting, so I press on. I won’t tell you how long it took me to accomplish these (or how many attempts). Soundtrack: Spin cycle on the washing machine (I now realize I do a lot of laundry on Thursdays!), and M singing a song that goes, “I don’t want to be a person, I don’t want to be a person, I wish I were a pony,” followed by an abrupt break to ask me if there are any green ants.

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Games ‘n Such: Fun Round-Up (Spring 2013)

A little mash-up of things that have added fun or practicality to our household in the past months since the Winter 2013 edition.

  • These stainless steel straws. M loves to drink a smoothie every morning before school. As in EVERY morning since she was about 3½. I’m pretty sure we are single-handedly keeping Stonyfield yogurt afloat (yes, I know they are a tad high in sugar; no, I do not mind considering the rest of her daily diet). She likes to drink them with a straw (it’s a texture thing) right out of the bottle. Up until about a month ago, we’d use plastic straws and re-use them over and over again by washing them in the dishwasher until they would eventually crack. I still felt pangs of green guilt despite our re-use of straws because I was ultimately throwing them away, though perhaps less than I might with just a single use. I knew there had to be a better way. And there is–stainless steel straws! Added unexpected bonus: I use them too in iced drinks and it keeps the drink REALLY cold up through the straw until you sip. Great for the summer!
  • These reusable bottles. M likes to take cereal and milk to school once in a while, but I never really found a great way to send in the milk because she really only needs a few ounces (she likes it on the drier side). I tried re-using the empty smoothie containers because they have a screw top (so no leaks) but at 6 ounces, they are too big and take up too much room in the lunch bag anyway. I also tried using the tiny 4 ounce milk containers that my in-laws gave us filled with chocolate milk from Wrights Dairy Farm, but I had to tape shut the bottle caps because they were not screw tops, and then for added assurance put it in a plastic bag to prevent spills. Wasteful to say the least, and going against my greener leanings. Well, I finally found a solution in the camping section of REI, wishing I had thought of it way sooner! They have smaller bottles too (1 and 2 ounce). I wanted stainless instead of plastic, but I simply have not been able to find a SS bottle that small that has a screw top that M can open easily on her own. This is a nice second best option. Also good for tucking a small amount of juice into my purse if I know she might want some later and I’d rather have her use her large SS water bottle just for water.
  • I like glass pitchers. So functional—vessel for water at dinner, vase, used to chill leftover brewed coffee in the fridge, and, on my counter, a place to put unused (cooled) tea water for the plants. But they are usually so large and cumbersome, plus some just don’t pour all that well and make a mess. I finally found this small one (17 oz/one liter) at the Stonewall Kitchen store (I went to the one in York, ME, but you can order online) that I absolutely love. It is very sturdy, and pours well. It eliminates the trips to the kitchen for refills during dinner. They also have an even smaller one (9 oz/½ liter) that is small enough for M to pour easily, though that one is still on my wish list.
  • These temporary earrings. I learned about Poppy Drops from some daily email subscription I get (and largely never bother to read). M really wants to have hear ears pierced (some of her friends have them), but we’ve told her that she’s got a few years to go. Then I saw these and thought that they would be a nice little treat/gift for her for some occasion that now escapes me. I must say, they are quite adorable. Here’s what I like about them: they are varied in color and pictures (even birds and bugs!), they are made with food-grade vegetable dyes, they last about 10 days (even though M swims once a week and sleeps on her side), they are easy to put on and take off and they come in very minimalist packaging which is hugely important to me. M does have very fair skin so most of the earrings do show up well on her, but for some reason the hot pink ones are a bit tougher to see from far away. We haven’t even finished going through the initial set we bought because we use them as a special once-in-a-while kind of treat (like painting nails), so they can easily last a long time.
  • These white cotton dresses + this tie dye = homemade cotton nightgown (and fun craft project). The backstory: M likes to sleep in sleeveless nightgowns during the warmer weather, but tends to overheat in polyester and so can never wear them because she’s uncomfortable. Did you notice that they really don’t make cotton nightgowns for children? Snug-fitting cotton pants and shirt pajamas, yes. But not nightgowns. That’s because of some fire safety regulations (and my opinions of them) that I won’t get into here—you can do your own research and take your own position on this issue, if you want. M had a really fun time personalizing these two nightgowns, telling me “it feels like I’m painting like an artist” and “it’s better just making your own”. A few tips if you decide to use the spray tie dye like we did:
    • the color bleeds through to the other side so put a towel in between layers if you want the back of a garment to stay white (you’ll see one of those photos below)
    • the colors do migrate a bit (you’ll notice it after about 20 minutes), even when drying horizontally, so be prepared (i.e. don’t expect fine lines to stay put)
    • shake/mix the colors often while using because some do seem to separate
    • I had M use a brush because she wasn’t able (with her small hands) to use the spray bottles easily after all
    • the quality/construction of the garment is very good, but the there was a bit of shrinking after about 4 washes; I ordered M a size 6 (she’s about 41 lbs, 3’8″) which, after the shrinkage, still works OK for a nightgown but I am not sure I’d let her wear that as a dress (which is its intended use) being a tad short for my taste. You can see what it looks like after just one wash below.

Here are a few photos from her painting adventures:

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  • Incidentally, that splash mat shown above under her painting? I picked that up when M was just one year old, using it for protecting the floor/furniture from whatever atomic glitter/glue/paint/marker bomb she was working on. Though a tad pricey (currently about $39), hands down it is one of the top 10 purchases that I’ve ever made for her. Because it is actually still in regular use, it is mere pennies when you do a cost per use analysis. It’s made of coated organic cotton by Mimi the Sardine, though they don’t seem to carry them on their website. I bought mine in a local Magic Beans store long ago (not sure if they still carry them), but some online retailers (like this one) do sell them.
  • And considering I’ve called this “Games ‘n Such”, two games:
    • First, checkers. M doesn’t get a lot of time on our iPhone/iPad, but occasionally she does. Recently, her dad introduced her to checkers on there (because…wait for it…there’s an app for that). I don’t remember playing quite this young, but she seemed to be “getting it” rather quickly. Until, that is, I realized she wasn’t as up to speed as we initially thought. I discovered this when we tried to play on a board game version (‘memba those!?) that I purchased after a few weeks playing electronically because I don’t like her on there so much. So, while I like that she’s able to play checkers and learning strategy more and more, I tell you this cautionary tale about playing this and other kinds of games online because the kid might be just reacting without thinking things through as we found out.
    • Second, Community by eeBoo. It is our first “cooperative” game in the house (though I do notice that many typical competitive games, like Hi-Ho Cherry-O, now come with a set of alternative “cooperative” play instructions too). For the inner land use/planning nerd in me, I love it and it’s pretty much the reason I picked it up. But M likes it too. The basic premise is to work together to connect the house to several other community buildings (library, police station, school, stores, etc.—you pick 7 that are the most important to you, which I think is an interesting reflective aspect to the game) by using all of the “road” pieces (which come in various forked, straight, curvy and branched configurations). When we play just the two of us, a typical game lasts about 30-45 minutes, but you can certainly make up a few “house” rules to make things go faster (i.e. maybe you don’t fill in the rest of the board once the house has access to all of the community buildings).  This is a game that kids, eventually, can also play on their own, dreaming up various configurations as they see fit. Even if it’s subconsciously, it helps the young ones get a glimpse of how community planning works and all the parts that must be taken into consideration, something that maybe not too many kids think about at a young age.

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Twenty-Five Thursdays: Number Nine

Today was (and still is) a “get the little things done” kind of day, which meant early showers for both of us and running some pre-lunch errands. While I was brushing my teeth, M came in and showed me the blank journal that we had found under her bed. It was a gift to her when she was born, and we unearthed it on Tuesday when I spent the greater part of the day organizing the babyhood keepsake clutter amassed under her bed. She told me she wants to use it as a diary to write down her private thoughts. But there was a problem: she wanted to know how she could write stuff down before she knew how to actually write the words she wants to use. I said that, maybe, for now, she could draw what she’s thinking, that there are no rules when it comes to diaries. She liked this idea and added that she could, someday, go back and add the words when she knows them. I also assured her that her dad and I would never look in it, but she might want to find a secret place to stow it away. Then I gave her some hiding place ideas from my diary-keeping days. She said she might show her friends her diary, but not us.

Soundtrack: the buzz of a distant chainsaw being carried on the lovely spring wind blowing through our open windows, the sound of drawn shades banging against the windows, a robin in the branch outside, the sound of pencil feverishly scraping against paper, the sound of $38.17 in assorted change rustling in a cardboard box, and a tentative voice advising me “please tell Daddy not to look between my mattresses.”

Writing in a secret corner of her room, in her diary I assume:

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Still working in her diary; I noticed that Berenstain Bears books are back “in” again too:

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Pre-errand snack. Her passion for apples is endless this year:

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Right before we went into the bank to deposit her piggy bank change, she remembered she had some more in her seat:

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Last stop, the library. M loves looking at (spying on) the diversity of people who we encounter there, including a young man who was laughing in his sleep on a nearby chair while I grabbed a serendipitous find from the New Non-Fiction Books shelf  (Wendell Berry: New Collected Poems…have you read his work? You must.)

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Operation “Don’t Touch Me”: Autonomy and Affection

Are you a huggy kind of person? I am not. Though I often do it, it’s actually not instinctual for me to hug “hello” like it is for some folks. I’m someone who can easily get “touched out”, meaning that before and after certain points in the day I don’t really want anyone hugging, snuggling or leaning against me at all. If it’s within the first 30 minutes or so of the morning, don’t touch me. If I’ve been at a particularly loud or overstimulating event (like a full-day work-related conference where people are constantly talking) or had a week of no solitude whatsoever (like when M’s been home sick and generally “around” for days on end), I am not too keen on wanting to cuddle. I don’t like anything but sheets and pillows touching me when I sleep. I don’t like to feel closed in (which is the effect of some kinds of embraces and snuggles)—this is also why I don’t like elevators that are crowded and going up more than 20 or so floors and why I continue to decline headphones and sunglasses at the dentist.

The year when I was nursing M was probably the pinnacle of my feeling so completely frazzled by physical touch because I was, quite honestly, having days where there were mere minutes when I was not touching her. That part of very early motherhood was particularly hard for me, because I felt so alone and guilty for feeling that way. What mother does not want to be holding her new baby? Well, me, it turned out. At least once in a while. And my poor husband that first year. I think he was lucky if he got a weekly kiss from me. No one ever really talks about all of this as being acceptable, if not understandable.

I sound really lovable, right? I think I’ve kind of always been this way, at least insofar as I can recall from early adulthood onward. Of course, there are exceptions and times where I do feel particularly or genuinely snuggly (after a few glasses of wine, for example, or when M seems particularly cute, which is often it seems…pair those two together and I’m hunting for a XXXXL Baby Bjorn online).

M, however, is the opposite of me. She is a very physical person when it comes to displays of affection, though some of this is likely age-related. She hugs me no less than 10 times an hour some days (incidentally, I think it’s those days where I might not be in the best of moods…she’s trying to make me “happy” perhaps, always very intune to how others are feeling). If she could be permanently attached to me somehow, I bet she’d do it in a heartbeat.

On occasion, this dichotomy between us creates palpable conflict. I do my best to truly love and reciprocate all hugs and snuggles she wants and offers, primarily because I know this time is fleeting.

But there are some moments when I just can’t. So, when that happens, I tell her (lovingly, of course) after maybe the 11th or 12th hug of the morning or when she’s crammed right against me while I’m reading her a book, “thank you for the hugs, but I think I need a little space right now” or “please don’t touch me right now, I am not really in the mood”.  This last one is what I say when she wants to hang on me or play with my hair or something more physical than affectionate. I then make it a point to circle back in a bit of time to see if her offer of earlier snuggles and hugs is still open, which it almost always is.

I do this (and have done this for a while now) for two reasons. First, my sanity (obviously). But a close second is because I want her to understand that it is OK to say “no” to any kind of touching—even affectionate touching from family—that she does not want. It is always OK to say that, any time, any place, any person. It’s why I do not force her to give hugs to others if she is not in the mood. I will take the fall for failing any kind of social graces we may be shunning when this happens. And when other small children do not want to give hugs to me or M when we see them, I never force the issue either.

I think it’s important to teach kids about the unwanted “bad” touches, of course. But it seems as though some folks are less inclined to say it’s OK to decline unwanted “good” touches (but not all, thankfully). This makes me scratch my head. Are they afraid of offending someone? That it makes us seem like we do not like them anymore? I’m not sure what the reasoning is. But it’s uncomfortable for me when I can sense that a young child does not want to engage in a full embrace that particular day, yet they feel they have no voice to tell the hugger otherwise. Those are the times when I just stand up and say how about a fist bump instead? That usually does the trick because the huggee doesn’t feel awkward in a social setting yet retains control over his/her body, even if they have not been able to verbally articulate that kind of demand.

I feel particularly strongly about this because if M (or any small child) does not have a sense of being in control of their body now, what will that look like down the road? Given M’s inclination to be a more passive person, a “people pleaser”, I don’t think it is totally irrational to think this out a few paces, at least not until I see some hardcore assertiveness coming from her.

The good news? I think I’m starting to see it. My own honesty and assertiveness about when I do not want to be touched is paying off. In the past few weeks I’ve heard her tell at least three people (all family members, including me!) that she did not want to be touched or tickled at a particular moment (like a hug during a board game or a tickle session that, at some point, became too much for her). She said it politely but firmly. You knew she meant it. My heart melted when I heard those words come out of her. It also melted when the recipients of the “no touching” message just matter of factly said, “OK” and stopped immediately—no one last tickle, no cajoling for another hug, no feigned hurt feelings. They rightfully and unconditionally acquiesced to the authority she exerted, right then and there. She also told me of an occasion at school where she told one of her classmates to stop touching her rest mat  which, in the world of five year olds, is a very intimate place considering it has her blanket and lovey, not to mention she is lying down in a darkened room.

YES!! She does have it in her, at least when pushed. This is very good, especially as the tether becomes even looser in the coming months when Kindergarten arrives and the inevitable drop-off playdates become more routine.  In other words, when I am not around.

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Twenty-Five Thursdays: Number Eight (Dr. Mom Edition)

There seem to be two constants for me the days leading up to Mother’s Day: the lilacs in our side yard are in full, intoxicating bloom and M gets sick. Well, the last one has been true for only the past three years, now including this one. This week, on the same day the lilacs decided to open with amazing glory, M came down with the stomach bug. It’s forcing us to both miss the Mother-Daughter tea at her school today (Friday). She is quite upset by that. What makes it more ironic, at least for me, is that these three things came up in conversation for me very, very recently: 1) the observation that M’s dad virtually never travels for business anymore since M was born; 2) it has not rained for far too long around these New England parts; and 3) M has not been sick in a year (not even a cold), which is remarkable in and of itself considering her age and that we started a new school in September. Well, wouldn’t you know M got sick on Thursday, during a two-day business trip that her dad was away on, and I had to take her (and actually physically carry her in because she was so weak) to the doctor, in quite possibly the heaviest downpour in recent memory. So, needless to say, my photographs from Thursday are limited, but speak the truth of that day. I chose not to photograph M, out of respect for her misery. It all makes me think about what it means to be a mother, and that during times of sickness it seems that that job is at its most admirable. It made me recall the Mother’s Days since she’s been born—which has included some illnesses that forced me to skip seeing my own mother—and how there are constants, but also very memorable nuances to each. I share some of those photos too. Though I don’t usually post photos showing her full face, the younger ones I don’t mind sharing now. Soundtrack on Thursday (at least the sounds you would want to know about): washing machine (hot cycle, many loads), the Easy Listening music channel (my go to background noise for her when she’s sick and resting on the couch) and, eventually, a lot of raindrops.

Mother’s Day 2008 (M was 8 months old, working hard on learning how to crawl):

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Mother’s Day 2009 (my little lilac princess was just over 1 ½):

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Mother’s Day 2010 (oh, my swing-loving sweetheart)

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Mother’s Day 2011 (M came down with roseola + strep throat, but her toes looked good!)

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Mother’s Day 2012 (just getting over a stomach bug, not feeling photogenic)

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Mother’s Day week 2013 (stomach bug strikes again!):

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But, thankfully, so do the lilacs!

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Wishing all my mom friends, near and far, a very happy, HEALTHY Mother’s Day.

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