Tuesday, June 26, 2007

What's Playing On Mom's iPod?


I will admit that there are a few songs on my iPod that are unbecoming to a person such as myself. And one such song might have to be removed. It is a song from the dear old '80's called "Centerfold". It is quite a catchy little tune, "Nah nah na na na na....". The problem is that my children will not leave my iPod alone. And they have somehow located this song (I have an iPod shuffle so they can't see the titles. They just have to skip through hundreds of songs to find it) and are always playing it. They think it is a catchy little tune too. Thankfully they think it says angel is a cellophane. Just tonight I turned my iPod on and it was on that song so I know someone was listening to it today. I guess I will have to do the responsible thing and delete it. Or hide it. Nah, they would find it. Dang it!

It's OK, I understand, this ain't no never never land....

PS. I love the '80's. I am sure if this video were made today it would have content I would not be willing to post.

Speaking


Today I heard Aubrey calling "MOM!" So I answered and said "What?". She said, "I am talking to Super Mom". And I said, "Yeah, what do you want?" And she said, "No Emily is Super Mom, you are just mom."

100th Post

An historic event in the making. My 100th post !
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you have endured 100 rambling posts from yours truly. And I promise 100 more exciting posts to come. In fact I feel one coming on right now.....


Tax Dollars Hard At Work

OK, so I am driving down the street yesterday. They have the road down to 1 lane because they are doing some work. It is rush hour. Traffic is horrible. Move forward 3 inches, stop for 2 minutes, repeat. And then I get up to this guy standing there on the side of the road with a "SLOW" sign. I was cracking up. I am sure he saw me laughing at him. I thought, "How necessary is that, really?" And then I felt really sorry for the guy. I mean, what does that say about him. "I am so important I get to stand here in the heat and hold a little orange sign telling people who technically aren't even going 1 mile per hour to drive slowly through this construction zone." Thanks for the reminder!

1 In Every 150



Last week I watched an episode of Oprah that I recorded several months ago but hadn't watched yet. Since watching it, I have not been able to stop thinking about it. It is very disturbing to me. It was about autism. The organization "Autism Speaks" has made a new film called "Autism Every Day". At the time that the made the film they said the statistics were that 1 in every 166 children are diagnosed with autism. Since making the film the number has increased to 1 in every 150 and children. That is staggering. Here is some info. I got from their website about autism:




Autism is a complex neurobiological disorder that typically lasts throughout a person's lifetime. It is part of a group of disorders known as Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASD). Today, 1 in 150 individuals is diagnosed with autism, making it more common than pediatric cancer, diabetes, and AIDS combined. It occurs in all racial, ethnic, and social groups and is four times more likely to strike boys than girls. Autism impairs a person's ability to communicate and relate to others. It is also associated with rigid routines and repetitive behaviors, such as obsessively arranging objects or following very specific routines. Symptoms can range from very mild to quite severe.




I knew autism was a growing problem, but I had no idea that that many people are diagnosed with it. I also thought that it was something a person was born with. But there was a lady on the show who said that her child was growing and functioning normally and then one day (I believe her child was maybe 2 years old) her child was just gone. She was physically there but that was all. She wasn't there anymore. She was then diagnosed with autism. I can't imagine what that would be like. She says everyday she looks for just a little bit of what her child used to be. She hasn't found it yet.




On the show they said doctors don't know what causes autism. They believe that it may be hereditary and that people are born with something in their DNA that causes autism. They think that there is some trigger that makes the autism manifest itself. Some people believe that it might be childhood immunizations that trigger it. They just don't know. I know that that really freaks me out. Since I have a little baby who I am taking in on a regular basis to get immunized.




Anyway it made me think. It made me think about the world we live in today. About all the stuff we take into our body or put on our body that we really don't know much about. That is something that I have been concerned with for several years now but this has just brought it ever more to the forefront of my mind. I am the kind of person that hates taking Tylenol unless I really really need it. I get really annoyed when I go to the doctor and I feel like they just don't really listen to me and try and find out what the real problem I am having is.




(I am about to say really bad stuff about doctors in general but I don't believe all doctors are like this. I just haven't personally found one who isn't. But I still think doctors are basically a good thing to have around.)




Sometimes I have been in a doctors office and I have really wanted to ask, "So how much of a kickback do you get from the pharmaceutical company for writing out this prescription for me?" I just have never been brave enough to actually say it out loud. I went to the doctor a few years ago for a problem I was having. She really didn't even talk to me for long or ask me any questions. She just scribbled out a prescription for something, told me that "this might be your problem and if it is this will help. Take it for a while and if it fixes it then that's what your problem is. If not then come back and we will try something else." I think my jaw dropped open so far it hit the ground. I was thinking "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?" I wanted to ask to see her medical diploma and see what kind of quack school she graduated from but again, not brave enough. Anyway, I took that prescription right home and ripped it up and threw it away. And about a year after that happened, that drug she prescribed for me was recalled and a whole slew of commercials came out featuring lawyers saying if anyone has taken this medicine they can call them and get in on a lawsuit. I was pretty glad I trusted my own judgement and not the doctors on that one. Really, I very seldom fill prescriptions I get from doctors for myself and my children. Like I said, sometimes I think there must be some reason as to why they fill the need to write out so many unnecessary prescriptions. Here have one of these, just for fun. Oh and here, why don't I give you this one too. I just need to practice my illegible handwriting a little more.




Anyway I could go on and on forever and ever, but I won't. I just feel that there are so many things out there that could be harmful to our health and we are exposed to them everyday. Just look at all the diseases that are on the rise. Is it the environment that we create that could be a cause? I don't know. But maybe we should be a little more careful and a little more thoughtful about the things we bring into our home or put into our body everyday.




Anyway, here is a link to the film that Autism Speaks has created. I am not clever enough to figure out how to put the actual video on my blog. There is a 1 minute and 37 second theatrical trailer you can watch or you can watch the whole film.

Monday, June 25, 2007

I Vant To Suck Your Blood

It is time for a baby update. Little Miss Addison is getting her teeth in, only they are coming in in the wrong order. She has her 2 "fangs" on top almost all the way in and her 2 top middle teeth are just starting to poke through. She looks a little vampireish. But she is still ever so very cute.

She loves eating baby food. She loves swimming. She loves her brother and sisters being home all the time to give her attention. She loves to eat food out of her little fresh food feeder thing. She loves looking at the big family picture we have hanging up on the wall. She loves rubbing her hands on Steve's head because his short hair tickles her.
She has been saying ma-ma for at least 2 months now. Seriously. No one has ever believed me but the kids because they are the only ones who have heard her. Steve finally heard her a few weeks ago and realized that she wasn't just jabbering, she was really saying "ma-ma" when she wanted my attention. It is very undeniable now because in just the past few days she has started saying it all the time. It is so cute. I just love her so much.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Flashback Friday - Kazoo Review

Our house was always the "hang out" house. One night Farrah and I had a bunch of friends over and I guess mom thought we needed to liven up the party so she brought out a bag of kazoos. Just a little something she had on hand for such and occasion as this. So we had a little kazoo party right there in the living room. I like how everyone is blowing on the kazoos and then you look at Farrah sitting on the couch with her hands clasped together at her mouth, thinking, "Umm hmm, are y'all about done yet?". I don't know for sure that that is what she is thinking, it is just what it looks like.

Sitting Pretty

We played musical bedrooms when Addison was born in order to make enough room for our new arrival. Steve and I moved our bedroom to an unused room in our house. It wasn't used because it needed a lot of work done on it before it could be used. It is now a beautiful little sanctuary type retreat for us. Except for one thing. The toilet that was in the bathroom that is in our bedroom didn't work. When we redid the room, we took the toilet out and got rid of it. So we have had this big hole in our bathroom floor since Novemberish. We would have to go on this big long hike downstairs and across the whole length of the house just to use the bathroom. This is so not fun. Especially in the middle of the night, to have to get up and go walk the mile. A few nights ago I was complaining that I should have asked for a toilet for mothers day instead of an i-pod. Well, my dear and ever so loving husband came home yesterday with the best present he has ever given me. Comfort in the form of cold white porcelain. It is lovely. Thank you honey.

Get A Clue Abuot Peru (wouldn't it be nice if the spell check also worked on the title and not just the body of the post)


As heretofore stated on this bolg, the theme this summer at our library is "Get A Clue". I love our local library. They always have neat programs for the kids. We have seen so many neat things at the library over the years. During the year they have a special program once a month. In the summer they are every week, sometimes they even have a couple things each week. They have a summer reading program for children and adults and if you complete the program by the end of the summer you get to choose a free book. The kids and I all got a really nice book last year.


The theme this week is "Get A Clue About Peru". They had a one man band from Peru come and perform. It was so much fun. The kids loved it. Addison was even bobbing to the beat.


When we were getting ready to go to the library Emily asked where Peru was. I looked up at the ceiling, squinted my left eye in concentration and said, "it's uhhh, I think it is in....". And Zac said, "It's in South America mom. Duh." And then the strangest thing happened. I had this little glimmer of the former knowledge my brain once possessed. "Oh, Peru. Yeah. South America." At one time I knew that the capitol of Peru is Lima. At one time I knew things. I really did. Hmmm. That was nice.


Anyway. The kids and I had fun listening to the sounds of Peru the other day.

Did You Just Say What I Think You Said?

I was getting ready this morning and the TV in my room was on. It was tuned to the Today Show and I was just half paying attention to it when I heard the promo for their next segment come on. It was entitled "Slacker Mom vs. Alpha Mom". The whole segment was to try and find out which was better the "Alpha Mom" who is picture perfect and everything in her life follows suit or the "Slacker Mom" who is more laid back. Her kids hair isn't perfectly done, clothes might be a little wrinkled, store bought cupcakes as opposed to made from scratch. Apparently I fall into the latter category. But would I characterize myself as a "SLACKER"? Uh, no. Are all of the mom's out there who aren't "PERFECT", slackers? Uh, again, I must answer a with a huge NO!


This is why I don't watch the "news", if you categorize the Today show as news. I can't stand the media. Seriously. They just severely irritate me. All of 'em. Where do they get off calling the majority of mothers in the world slackers. Honestly. Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs on earth and I just really would have to take offense if I cared enough about the media to be offended by them. But I don't, so I will just end it right here.


So I will go forward today, with my head held high, to serve my children cold cereal for breakfast, dig through the pile of clean yet unfolded laundry for underwear for them to put on, and bake them cookies by scooping the pre-made dough out of the container I purchased at Sam's Wholesale Club. But before I do that, I leave you with this rather large quote from Oprah:


I'm in awe of good mothers—those heroines all around me who sacrifice daily out of love for their children. In our society, we give motherhood plenty of lip service. We pat moms on the head, bring them flowers on Mother's Day, and honor them before crowds. But at the end of the day, we don't extend them the same respect we would a professor, a dentist, an accountant or a judge. Women who choose full-time mothering are often put in a box by their friends and former colleagues—a container labeled "just a mom."


I believe the choice to become a mother is the choice to become one of the greatest spiritual teachers there is. To create an environment that's stimulating and nurturing, to pass on a sense of responsibility to another human being, to raise a child who understands that he or she is created from good and is capable of anything—I know for sure that few callings are more honorable. To play down mothering as small is to crack the very foundation on which greatness stands.


The world can only value mothering to the extent that women everywhere stand and declare that it must be so. In our hands, we hold the power to transform the perception of motherhood. Whether we decide to work full-time while raising children, stay home with our kids, or bear no children at all, we need to understand that any put-down of the decision to mother is a threat to women's choices everywhere. We should no longer allow a mother to be defined as "just a mom." It is on her back that great nations are built. We should no longer allow any woman's voice to be drowned out or disregarded. As we affirm other women, and as we teach our sons, husbands and friends to hold them in the highest regard, we honor both the mothers whose shoulders we've stood on and the daughters who will one day stand tall on ours.