Posted by Sandra on September 11, 2009
Posted by Sandra on September 1, 2009
National Indoctrination Day is next Tuesday, September 8th. Most of us have renamed it “National Keep Your Kids Home From School Day“.
My children will not be attending if our district is participating in this indoctrination experiment. I have already contacted the school board and the principals and they are trying to find out if our schools will be showing this hot air next week. If they are, the principal has assured me they will have an alternate for my kids – however, I wonder what that will be? Sitting in a hallway? Perhaps being beaten out back because they don’t support the Otard? If it ‘s anything like what happened pre-election, that wouldn’t surprise me.
Think it’s a joke? Look at the official paperwork sent to the teachers. Moms and dads, you MUST protect your children at all costs!!Anyone remember reading about Hitler in your history classes? Yeah. This makes my stomach churn.
Posted by Sandra on August 17, 2009
Posted by Sandra on August 13, 2009
I wish I was young enough – eh, who am I kidding, I AM young enough! – to race towards a plastic sheet, flop down on my cushioned tummy, and fly thru the water… ah, to be a child!
Posted by Sandra on August 10, 2009
I wanted you so badly, I couldn’t stop thinking about being a mom.
Then I blinked, and the pregnancy test said yes! My hopes and dreams for you began right away.
And then I blinked, and you were in my arms. I remember holding you that first day, when we had to go home alone. We laid together in bed and I just stared into your blue eyes, and thanked God for giving me such a perfect gift.
And then I blinked, and it was your first day in school. I remember walking behind you because you wanted to be a big boy, but you still snuck me a big kiss on my cheek before I snapped your picture and left you to your first teachers.
And then I blinked, and I was in the stands in the school gymnasium, listening to you play the saxophone so beautifully, watching your eyes as you made such stunning music.
And then I blinked, and you turned 16. This weekend we celebrated this milestone with friends and family, we laughed and loved. You’re driving, you’re growing, you’ve become such an amazing young man. I’m so proud of you.
And I’m afraid to close my eyes.
The next time I blink, you will be off to college and a career, off to having your own family, off to making adult decisions and living your adult life. How I cherish the moments between blinks, and how I wish they could last forever.
I love you, Brett. Happy 16th Birthday.
Posted by Sandra on August 7, 2009
We had an impromptu shoot yesterday looking for artistic graffiti in downtown Columbus. We stopped by the museum and by the arts college and snapped a few shots. Girlfriend knows how to work the camera!
All three of them got cute for me a few times too:
Posted by Sandra on July 29, 2009
Yo Gabba Gabba is just plain creepy. When I see a man in an orange jumpsuit, all I can think about is “inmate”.
The duck on Wonderpets needs intervention. Bad. A lisping role model is not really ideal.
I can’t put my finger on it, but something is wrong with Lazy Town. It disturbs me. On many levels.
The chick that does the voice on Wow Wow Wubbzy is the same one that does the Squirrel on Sponge Bob. That voice makes me want to peel my skin off my face. Please make it stop.
Someone please tell Ruby that she doesn’t need to begin and end every sentence with the word Max. And interject it in the middle. I’m fairly certain she says his name at least 3,629 times per episode. If you’re the only two people in a room, I’m certain he knows you’re talking to him.
And where, exactly, are Max & Ruby’s parents, while they’re galavanting at the mall and all over town??
Change Sesame Street’s theme song back to the fun sing-song one it used to be. Not the crap “rap” version it is now.
Let the Cookie Monster eat all the cookies he wants, for God’s sakes. No kid gets obese from watching a muppet eat sweets. It’s because the mom drives to the store and buys them, then lets her kid eat them 24 hours a day.
Bring back the Electric Company. Like it used to be.
Shouldn’t Barney be dead by now? What exactly is the lifespan of a dinosaur? They didn’t live this long a billion years ago, for God’s sakes.
The Spider Dad on “Ms. Spider” is scary looking. I’m all for scary – my kids love horror movies from as soon as they can sit and watch one – but this dude is eerie.
Now for some praise.
I can listen to Dora all day. Really. I don’t even mind that they’re teaching Spanish in my country, which should only speak English. I just like the show.
The kids on the Backyardigans can SING. They’re amazing! I’m guessing it’s studio-enhanced, but I don’t care.
The best cartoon – no, the best SHOW – EVAH – is Family Guy. It should be required viewing for all parents so they can work the bugs out of their uptight butts and have a few laughs.
Posted by Sandra on July 28, 2009
(And then I have to show off my cutie posing for the camera):
Posted by Sandra on July 21, 2009
What happened to Geriatric Mama?
Well. A lot.
This was an old screenname from an old time, and I always found it amusing and unique. But it’s time to move on. I can’t yet change the actual root name of my blog, but that will come someday.
Last night, I was laying in bed with my 1 year old and she slowly rolled over, put her arm around my neck as tight as she could, snuggled her head into my cheek, and fell asleep twirling my hair. I was listening to the muffled sounds of the rest of the house – Autumn and Justus playing in his room, Brett’s video games in his space, Daddy downstairs catching up on his NFL shows – and realized I’m really not the person I was a few years ago.
I cried as I said my nightly prayers, thanking God for this little person clutching to my neck and sharing my heartbeat, her breath warm on my face. I thanked God for the three other little miracles going about their business in the rest of the house. I know I’m blessed to have Gary in my life, to take care of us and love us all. We’re healthy, we’re happy, we’re a family.
I decided “Geriatric Mama” was no longer appropriate. I feel younger than I did a decade ago. Althought I’ve gotten older, I’ve grown tenfold. I feel rejuvinated, fresh, full of life because of the life in my home. Vintage, like a fine wine, is a much better term! 🙂
Posted by Sandra on July 17, 2009
Those are words I just never thought I’d have to say today. Or ever.
Posted by Sandra on July 13, 2009
We had planned on heading up to Berlin, Ohio, and the surrounding Amish communities over the weekend, but it rained miserably on Saturday – so instead, we headed up on Sunday, in absolutely beautiful weather. The downfall? Everything – and I mean EVERYTHING – is closed in Amish country on Sundays! I managed to get a couple of good images, but for the two hour drive up and the two hour drive back, it was not the amount I had planned. That being said, we finished the day at a small park with water play, and the three children (and Daddy!) had a great time splashing and getting wet. The day could be summed up as quite wonderful, even though we didn’t get to shop for Amish handcrafted items or eat at a wonderful restaurant… We’re planning a trip back up when the season changes this fall – should make for gorgeous pics!
Just wanted to show a few…
Posted by Sandra on July 7, 2009
We love BFD (Breakfast For Dinner) in our house, and one of our favs is Breakfast Pizza.
I gather and cook up meats like bacon and sausage, vegetables like onions and peppers, and cheeses like American and Cheddar.
Scramble some eggs…
Fry up some flour tortillas in just a touch of olive oil…
Then add whatever you like! We make them one at a time so that each person can decide what they want to put on top… we add the toppings while the tortilla is still browning in the skillet so the cheese melts:
YUMMY and SO fast… Enjoy!
Posted by Sandra on June 26, 2009
housecleaning ala June Cleaver is dead???
Posted by Sandra on June 25, 2009
Posted on June 25, 2009 by lskenazy
One reason Americans are so extremely terrified about child abductions is that whenever we turn on the TV or computer, there’s another one. As if these horrific crimes are happening 24/7, when actually the media is only too happy to fly across the country — or world — to set up camp wherever a cute, white girl has disappeared. Tight news budgets get thrown out the window for a story like this. But because that story then shows up on our screen at home, it feels like it’s happening right around the corner. All the time.
What happens when there is NOT a new story like this for the media to feast upon? Instead of traveling to another state, or country, they’ll travel back in time. The show 20/20 just did an hour-long look at the Etan Patz kidnapping from 30 years ago. And here’s CNN’s Nancy Grace page , from a few days ago: “Third Grader Stepped Off School Bus, Disappeared.”
Start reading it: ” With the weekend arriving and a long day finally over, 8-year-old Cherrie Mahan stepped off her yellow school bus on a chilly Friday around 4 p.m….”
Oh, by the way, CNN finally adds at the end of paragraph three: This was in 1985.
I’m not saying that it doesn’t make sense to sometimes revisit a cold case in hopes of solving it. I do hope someone solves this one. But it begins to look suspiciously self-serving when networks desperate for viewers keep coming up with the exact same kind of story, served up any which way they can. How about the cold case of an African-American teenager gone missing? Or a schitzophrenic adult? Or someone who isn’t winsome, white and under five feet tall?
A newly Free-Range mom dropped me a little note this morning trying to help all of us (herself included) put our fears in perspective: The chance of a child being kidnapped and murdered? 1 in 1.5 million. The chance of a child ending up at some point with some form of depression? 1 in 4.
(emphasis mine! – Sandra)
It is extremely depressing, disheartening, lose-your-faith-in-humity-izing, to keep being presented with the most vile crimes on earth as if that’s what life is all about. As if that’s just what you can expect if you’re bringing up a kid these days.
So what’s the alternative?
One of the chapters in my book is called, “Turn Off the News.” At the end it has some suggestions for how to get started going Free-Range, including, “Get up and go out. Spend that hour you were going to watch ‘Law and Order’ on a walk with the kids instead. Look around at all the unspeakable crimes not being committed. This is called the Real World. (Not to be confused with MTV’s version, which is a crime all its own.)”
When we depend on the media to shape our world view, we’re going to get a world view that looks a whole lot like the view from a harried, ratings-obsessed assignment desk: If it bleeds, it leads. If it’s sad, we’re glad! If it’s an abduction, ramp up production!
Which they sure do.
But if a network thinks its job is to terrify us, maybe it’s time to turn the tables and terrify them: Let them watch their viewers mysteriously disappear, never to be seen again.
Someday, they may even do a cold case special on us. – Lenore
Posted by Sandra on June 15, 2009
The helicopter parents, that is. Do they wear earplugs or does the WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH of the blades not disturb them?
Do their children not have to wear sunscreen because of the shadow of their mothers?
My kids have no idea how lucky they are. I think I will remind them tonight when they come home – oh, from wherever they are playing at, which is – um, dunno. But they’re safe, and they’ll be home in one piece later.
Posted by Sandra on June 2, 2009
Autumn got her “big girl bike” last week, and after only an hour on it, she was a pro. And we can’t get her off of it!
She could’ve gotten it last summer, but she was so attached to her Dora Bike (okay, it’s a regular tricycle that she put Dora stickers allllllllll over) that she didn’t want a big bike… but we had an opportunity to get a great hand-me-down from a friend and convinced her that she’d love it. And we were right. We “girlied” it up with a Princess basket and tassles and a pink bell, and Autumn is going to hunt for Princess stickers to put on it. She’s growing up too fast!
Showing her little sister how it works:
And really, what’s more fun than chasing your friends through the neighbor’s sprinkler??
And Ayla was enjoying the “rain” too… but she stopped to take a break:
Ah, isn’t summertime grand?
Posted by Sandra on May 29, 2009
I found this heartwrenching and heartwarming at the same time. I love those seven words, they hold more meaning than any words I’ve read in a very long time.
The Motherwear Breastfeeding blog recently featured a fantastic guest post by a woman whose son was born 3 months early and weighed less than 3 pounds. She writes about how breastfeeding was her and her son’s lifeline. Here is an excerpt from her post, My whole heart is in that incubator:
I was 37 years old. I thought I knew what love was. I thought I knew. But I have never loved anyone, anything, so fiercely, so terribly, so wonderfully, so achingly, as I did my little son, my only child, struggling in that incubator….
I loved and still love that boy with all I have. Because I couldn’t hold him much, and felt terrible guilt for not being able to ‘hold him in’ for the entire 9 months he deserved, I was determined to breastfeed. I pumped every 3 hours for weeks on end. That pump and the milk that came out of me was my lifeline. It was somehow the way I was going to make it up to him for giving him such a lousy start in this world. So when I read stuff like “The Case against Breastfeeding” I get so angry. I believe that my breastmilk, and the good care we got at BC Children’s, saved my child’s life. It saved my life. If there is anything in this crazy, crazy world that is really is a gift from God it is the babies we can create and the milk that comes from our bodies.
If anything is pure and natural, and real and true, it’s breastmilk. It made me feel like a mother when my baby was all alone inside a machine when he should have been inside me.
Anyone who dismisses breastfeeding so casually, or by their attitude or indifference creates an environment that doesn’t hold up and encourage and cheerlead a new mom into a successful breastfeeding relationship, has lost touch with something. They’ve lost touch with a sense of what it means to be a mother, what feeding a baby is all about, what it means to nurture, how significant that breastfeeding can be to both mother and child.Posted by Rixa at Thursday, May 28, 2009
Posted by Sandra on May 26, 2009
Hallelujah and thank God!
All of our letters and prayers were answered. Thanks to all the concerned parents and physicians that rallied to have these shots available again!!
Our alternative vax schedule is here. When Merck decided not to make the separate MMR shots, we decided to wait until Ayla is four to get her the big one – she will be almost four when these vaxes are reintroduced, and that’s okay with me.
Posted by Sandra on May 26, 2009
I was biting it so hard this past weekend.
WARNING – RANT AHEAD RANT AHEAD RANT AHEAD RANT AHEAD. I mean a BIG RANT ahead!
Okay, you were very warned.
So a gentleman came by to purchase some baby items we had for sale. He had a new 7 week old baby at home, a precious little girl. His first. New parents are just the cutest things, aren’t they??
As this very nice gentleman started regaling us with the stories of his wife’s pregnancy, childbirth, and the baby’s first few weeks of life, as well as his observations of other parents and their children now that he is a daddy, I glanced over and watched my husband prepare… waiting for me to start correcting and educating this poor unsuspecting man. I found it funny – my hubby knows me all too well. And I behaved and didn’t say a word. Rather proud of myself, and if I could, I would pat my own back.
The point of this story is that I am increasingly shocked at the poor information out there. This man said his wife was a doctor. Now, he didn’t say what KIND of doctor, and I didn’t ask. So she could’ve been a veterinarian for all I know. But he began by saying that when her water broke, she knew, as a doctor and based on her doctor’s instructions, they must Immediately Rush, Without Hesitation, Without Finishing Packing The Bag, To The Hospital… because it’s absolutely urgent that she lay down in bed right that second and start being monitored. Just because her water broke.
I hate this myth. But I hate it more because this is coming from a doctor. This was her first baby, she probably could’ve labored at home for hours and hours and hours before she went to the hospital and started letting doctors interfere with nature.
But I forget – she IS a doctor, so she is going to believe 100% of everything her doctors tell her, no questions asked.
And I didn’t utter a word. I’m still beaming with pride that I didn’t let a rant go right then and there. Of course, I didn’t have his money in my hands yet, I wasn’t about to blow a $100.00 sale because I wanted to scream that his wife and her lousy doctors were WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG!
I didn’t even rant at the woman who called me and asked if I had a child leash for sale. Well, lady, I have some for my dogs, because dogs belong on leashes… but that’s another blog altogether, isn’t it???
But then he made a comment about driving through a neighborhood and seeing children playing in their front yards alone. ALONE??? GASP!! THE HORROR, I was thinking! He just couldn’t understand how any responsible parent could possibly let their children play outside without being within 32 inches of them At All Times! I mean, if it happens on CSI Every Single Week, it must happen in your suburban neighborhood every single week too!!!
People really need to quit living in the land of make believe when it comes to their children and their safety. I asked my husband how many scaremongering news stories we’ve heard in the past year or so about a child abduction that wasn’t committed by a mom or dad or their Uncle Bob. We could only think of one off the top of our heads (and I’m not interested in being corrected – there hasn’t been hundreds or even dozens or even tens) and one we weren’t sure of the result of. And the one we could think of was actually the child’s teacher or someone she knew, so still not a real stranger abduction. But since two or three happen Every Night in prime time, people really get the lines blurred between reality and complete fiction.
I was even getting well-meaning but very ill-informed advice in another blog post about letting my children eat raw cookie and cake dough. The chance of my kids killing themselves in a bathtub is about 60 times higher than dying from raw eggs. More people die from venomous spider bites than eating cookie dough. Licking the beaters is a rite of childhood, in my opinion. Since walking across the floor and falling to their death has about a 1 in 6,000 risk, I’m not going to fret a 1 in 50,000,000 risk. Yes, 50 million. You’ve not even looked into the stats, or really researched the odds, have you? Even without looking it up, I knew the odds were pathetically low and I was always a-okay with my choice.
But the naysayers are shaking their heads and shrugging “no no no – kids get killed daily by strangers and men in vans take girls from the schools weekly and it’s a bad dangerous terrible world out there”. They look at their neighborhood map online with the sexual predators – so many then-18 year olds having sex with their 17 year old girlfriends and being on the list forever, to name a few things that totally discredit that list, IMO. And of course, if it’s an old man, he’s waiting on his front porch with a bowl of candy, waiting to lure your children into the bowels of his vinyl siding home to do God-Knows-What to. NO HE’S NOT! It’s NOT a bad world! You’re doing a horrible disservice to your kids sheltering them so. They won’t know how to prepare for the world, because you won’t be there hovering over them.
You have to let them go. You have to let them have their childhoods. It’s not fair to them or you, it’s not beneficial, and it’s sad when I hear about a friend of my 11 year old son that doesn’t know how to navigate the neighborhood on his bike – he should’ve been riding in that neighborhood for years by now! I’m so glad our kids are so safe in today’s world.
I warned you it was a rant. I feel much better now!
Posted by Sandra on May 20, 2009
So Autumn was doing something (I don’t even remember now – dragging dog food from the bowls to feed the dogs, right after I swept? I dunno) that I asked her not to do, please. She did it again a few minutes later.
So I asked her, rhetorically, in my familiar slightly-gritted-teeth style that lets her know I mean business, “HOW many times am I going to have to ask you to stop??”
To which she replied, after giving it quite a bit of thought, “Two?”
Okay, you’re forgiven.