We Interrupt This Newscast to Bring You…

Chris and I watched more local news than usual last week, thanks to (another!!!) Alabama snow “event”.

(I’m starting to think that the Angel in charge of this winter’s weather delivery got Alabama and Alaska mixed up.  Darn “AL” abbreviation…)

At any rate, the snow coverage confirmed my comment earlier in the week that all of our local newscasters (except for our beloved James Spann) are ludicrously cheesy.

Thank you, reporter, for standing outside in the quarter inch snow in front of Waffle House.  Thank you for that bit of information that “The folks at Waffle House are so kind.  They even gave me a cup of coffee!!”

Wow – a whole fifty cents worth of coffee, huh?  That there is news!!!

Thank you, other reporter on the other side of town, for having extensive film coverage of people in the Ihop DRINKING A GLASS OF WATER during the “snowstorm”.

This just in! People still drinking ice water despite the massive snow event outdoors!!!

BUT.

There’s one newscaster in this town that makes the rest of them look as charmingly professional as Shepherd Smith and Anderson Cooper combined.

Although he manages to dish up a significant portion of cheese on any given day, there was one fateful day that was the most amazing newscast ever…

Seriously.  If you don’t watch anything else today, please watch this.  Your heart will thank you.

For those of you who are now hopelessly smitten for The Mick, don’t worry – there are I’ve-Got-The-Hots-For-Mickey-Ferguson Support Groups available.

Go on, little clouds.  Go on…
And… another unmissable Mickey Ferguson Outtake…
http://youtu.be/BjexSHFdJwE

In Which His Life Flashes Before His Eyes.

So.

I did WAY TOO MUCH talking here last week.  Those answer posts all went ridiculously over my self-inflicted-words-per-post-quota.  And now, thanks to those posts (and probably much more thanks to a tiny creature who likes to keep me awake at night), I’m left exhausted.

So.

Anyone want to take over blogging for me?

Raise your hand if you do…

Going once…

Going Twice…

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Perfect! A Volunteer!  What would you like to write about?

Your entire life???  That seems rather comprehensive, but okay…

What? You insist on typing in COMIC SANS?? Don’t you know that the world greatly frowns upon the usage of Comic Sans?!

Okay…if you think you’re cute enough to make up for it, be my guest and give it a try.



Week Zero: I wasn’t quite sure where I was or how I got here, and certainly hadn’t decided if it was better than the murky world from whence I came.  So I just zoned out or slept, hoping that when I woke up, things would make more sense.

 

0 Weeks

Week One: This new world ROCKS!  It’s like I’m royalty here! I have TWO personal servants that wait on me hand and foot…they even wipe my butt for me!!

1 Week

Week Two: Yeah…I’m the bomb.  They’re taking my picture all the time, holding me at all hours of the night…sometimes I wake up and cry just to count how long it takes for them to come running. I pretty much run this joint.

2 Week

Week Three: I’m starting to hit an awkward phase.  My face looks like Pizza and my head like an 80 year old man.  Funny…my personal Paparazzi isn’t taking as many pictures anymore.

3 Weeks

Week Four: The awkwardity worsens.  I’m starting to get worried that this may hurt my popularity.  I keep trying to catch the phone number on the Proactiv commercial, but I don’t know my numbers yet.  And my big sister refuses to help – I think she’s hoping my popularity will wane.  I wonder if she put Nair in my shampoo…

4 Weeks

Week Five: Well, acne or no acne, I made the servant that calls himself “Daddy” happy  by fulfilling his wishes to have a son in overalls.  Maybe he’ll protect me from the one that calls herself “Mommy”.  I suspect she’s been blogging about my awkwardness.

5 Weeks

Week Six:

The acne went away!!!!

My hair started to regrow!!!!!

It’s a miracle!!

This occasion calls for my first smile.

6 Week Smile


Week Seven:
I’ve found that the servants are quite attentive when I use my skill of charm.  I think I’ll use it more often…except in the middle of the night.  No matter how big I smile, they don’t come running!  So I’ll still keep the screaming strategy for times like that.

7 Week Smile

Week Eight: Funny, I’ve found that putting on the charm is really more fun than being fussy, too.  No wonder the servants like it so much.  In fact, I’m becoming such a little politician that I think I could run for office.  Now if I could just find some babies to kiss…

8 Week Smile

Well, that’s my memoirs.  And I totally plan for it to be the first New York Times Bestseller written in Comic Sans, even if I have to scream at my publisher all night long to get it done.

Answers, Part Three: Everything Else.

In a final dose, here are the answers to the rest of your questions from last week.

Kim – Are you going to have a big family or is this it? Or is it too soon to say? :-) Where would you travel to if you could go anywhere?

We are pretty sure we’re done at two kids, but are not making that decision “final” at this point.

Travel: Being that I’m 8 weeks into newbornhood, I’d take anywhere that’s quiet with a comfy bed right now.

But..I would LOVE to go to Greece and Cyprus.  I went to Cyprus for six weeks as a teenager and had an amazing time, but only got to spend one night in Greece on the way back from Cyprus.  My family is from Greece, and they’re both very romantic places, so I’d LOVE to go with my hubby!!

(I am now drifting off to dreamy-vacation-not-waking-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-to-feed-a-baby land…)

Jessica – How’d you get into blogging? And how did it become a career?

I first became familiar with blogging when Ali was a year old through other Mommy friends of mine that blogged.  I considered trying it, then thought that no one would be interested in my life.  Then I realized that I was interested in reading about their lives, so maybe someone would be interested in mine, as well.  Nearly immediately after I started, I was completely hooked.  I loved the social outlet that it gave me, the relationships available through it, and the affirmation that I got via writing my thoughts.

Blogging is definitely not a career for me.  I make tiny bits of money here and there, Ali gets fun things in the mail for review/giveaways periodically, and I have gotten to go on a couple of trips due to blogging, but certainly not nearly enough to justify all of the time I put into it.  Plus, I’m very cautious about what I will promote and advertise on my blog, and how much of my blog’s space I will devote to that sort of thing – I’m not willing to sacrifice the purpose and integrity of my blog to make money.  I blog because I love it, and anything else that comes from it is just icing on the cake.

Blair – Is it weird to know so many people read about your daily life and have never met you?

Not too weird.  I think of my blog readers in four groups: 1. People I don’t know in real life but that I am friends with because they interact with me on my blog, 2. People I don’t know and that don’t interact, 3. People I know in real life that interact on my blog, and 4. People in real life that don’t interact.  I think the weirdest group for me are the people that I know in real life that don’t interact.  Anytime one of these people tell me that they read my blog, I immediately start thinking, “Okay, so what all does that mean that they know about me?  And what have I written that might have offended them?”

— Because that’s how I roll.  Paranoid.

(Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE for people to read my blog – I just like to know that they’re reading, which somehow makes me less paranoid about all the things I’m potentially saying wrong.)

Amanda – if you had to give one piece of marriage advice to a brand new wife, what would it be?

I put a lot of thought into this, and I think my one piece of advice would be this:  Always make it your priority and goal to constantly seek out ways to please and spoil each other.  Be “that” couple that argues over who gets to pick where to eat dinner – “You pick!”, “No, you pick!”.  If you’re both always doing everything you can to make the other person happy, then you’ll rarely find yourself fighting.

Oh – and one more piece (one piece is SO confining!!) – don’t allow yourself to store up bitternesses in your heart toward your husband or keep “score” of who owes who.  Let it go, forgive, and move on.  Remember that you’re not perfect either, and focus on the wonderful things about your husband instead.

Val – At what age or maturity level will you have Ali (and her tummy) go to church services with you? It’s one of my great fears of having kids. My church has childcare and activities for the kids during services, but I worry that they won’t learn how to behave during services if they are used to having fun with the other kids during services.

I’ve been concerned about that too.  But also, I see a positive side to Children’s Church.  Up until I was in Junior High, we went to a VERY small church with no Children’s church, so I sat in ‘big church’ from the time I was out of the nursery.  However, I learned to “be bored” during sermons from being a small child in Church and not understanding most of it.  Even though our Pastor now is extremely interesting and easy to listen to, I have to actively work at paying attention (and usually take notes to help in that) because of that subconscious perspective.  I’m hoping that maybe Ali won’t have that same bored preconceived notion of church since she’s not starting out in “big church” when she’s WAY too young to comprehend it.

But to answer you question specifically, I’m not sure.  Probably somewhere in the tween years.

blueviolet – I need to know which conferences you’re headed to this year so I know where I can see ya again!

I don’t know if I’ll make it to any this year … I’m not brave enough to come to a conference with baby in tow, and my other option is much worse: a breast-pump in tow!!   Yikes.

Leslie – I am curious about your (what appears to be) great time management skills? How do you do it? As I am completely jealous. I mean, you care for a newborn, have school for Ali, and still manage to blog regularly. I am so jealous, as I am barely able to care for my newborn as Ella goes to preschool daily.

1. I let certain things slide (and panic about them regularly). My house doesn’t stay perfectly clean or neat all the time.  My office would probably horrify you, because it certainly horrifies me.  Oh – and my car.  It’s an embarrassment of a mess, thanks to a lot of help from Ali.

2. (This one is a guilty admission…) Since I’ve been working two accounting jobs during naptimes throughout my stay-at-home Mom career, My husband has gifted me with a housecleaning service that comes every three weeks to do deep cleaning for me.  But now that I’m only working one job as of Noah’s birth, I feel a bit more guilty than I used to feel about the housecleaning expense.

3. I cook one big meal a week on Monday night, and we eat it Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights.  We eat out or “scrounge” the other nights.  I’m able to get away with this meal plan because I’ve been blessed with a husband that is not only okay with leftovers, but actually LOVES “experimenting” with them in freakish ways (he’s plans on guest posting some of his odder creations at some point).

4. Ali still naps.  And naps well.  I mean REALLY well – like 3+ hours.  That’s when I do all of my work, blogging, blog reading, and anything else I need to get done on the computer.

5. I live in a constant state of panic over my ever-growing-never-shrinking to-do list.

Phew – I have now answered every question asked of me!  But feel free to ask any follow-up questions in the comments – I’ll answer them there!  This has been a fun experiment – hopefully it was interesting for you as well.  If it was, I’ll have to do it again sometime!

Answers, Part Two: Homeschooling.

Disclaimer: Before answering your questions about homeschooling, let me clarify: Any commentary herein is based only on my opinions and my family – please don’t take offense or feeling like I am making any blanket statements about your family.  For instance, if I say that I chose to homeschool so that I am able to have a greater impact on my children, I am not in any way implying that people who don’t homeschool have a lesser impact on their children – I’m just giving my reasons for my choices.  I do not think that homeschooling is the perfect choice for every family, and I especially don’t think I know what is best for every family.  Each family needs to seek out what is best for themselves.

Answering Your Questions, Part Two: Homeschooling.

Eleanorjane – I am interested in the homeschooling thing. As an ex-High School teacher, I’m pretty vehemently opposed to homeschooling – can you explain why you do it?

I was homeschooled all twelve years, so I am very familiar with the pros and cons.   But the short answer is, I feel like it prepared me very well for higher education, the workforce, and life.  I learned to be self-motivated, learned great study skills, and was able to get a firm grasp on my morals and beliefs from an early age. I was also able to do my daily school work at my pace (which is very quickly), so that I was able to work quite a bit during high school, thereby giving me experience for my future career.

Oh yeah – and my Mom made me write a ton. Which might have something to do with this blog’s existence.

One of the first things people ask me is, “if you homeschooled, how did you learn social skills?”.  I believe that the biggest myth about homeschooling is that it always impedes social development.  I won’t deny that it certainly can hinder socialization if a family secludes themselves, but that is not the case for most homeschooled families.  I had so many homeschool and church events, groups, classes, and extracurricular activities that I don’t feel that I missed out socially.  And now, because of the significant rise in the number of homeschoolers, there are exponentially more of these opportunities available.

Colleges are also recognizing the value of homeschooling and recruiting based on that.  Many even have scholarships just for homeschoolers.

I don’t think that homeschooling is for everyone, but it was perfect for me.  And, considering Ali’s personality (she loves to learn and is a complete geek like her parents), I believe that homeschooling will be well suited to her, as well.

Cara – Do you plan to homeschool your kids through high school?

We’re not sure yet – we are certainly not opposed to it as my experience was very good, but are also not committing to it.  We want to do what is best for our kids at the time.

Jessica – I’m guessing Ali is home schooled? Why did you decided to go with home schooling?

We decided to homeschool because of how well I feel it prepared me, and because Ali loves learning and we’ve really enjoyed teaching her.  We also love the fact that homeschooling allows us to pour so much time into her life, giving us the opportunity to teach her our values and beliefs at a deeper level.

Plus, I have the best homeschooling resource in the world – my Mom!

Lorie – What would you say were the best and worst parts of being homeschooled?

Best:

1. How well it prepared me for a college environment,

2. The dramatically increased amount of time we had as a family, and

3. The extra time I had which allowed me to pursue work and other interests.  Because I could do my work at my pace (I didn’t listen to lectures – I studied the books, did the work, and took the tests), I was able to have a job in my future field (accounting) during my last two years of school, and I was able to get ahead enough to take six weeks off of school to go on a missions trip to Cyprus during my Junior Year.

Worst:

1. The lack of competition probably kept me from doing as well as I could have in High School.  I had no idea how ridiculously competitive I was until I got to college, at which point I was obsessed with making the best grades possible.

2.  For those interested in playing college sports, depending on your state’s laws, you could be disadvantaged by homeschooling.  However, states like Florida allow homeschooled kids to play on public school teams, which is how Tim Tebow, a homeschooler, was able to become a famous quarterback for the University of Florida.

3. The feeling of “not being like everyone else”.  I don’t consider this a “bad part of homeschooling” anymore, but at the time I did.  Now I realize that being different and learning to be okay with that helped shape my personality.  Also, now that homeschooling is more prevalent, this isn’t nearly as much of an issue as it was when I homeschooled.

4.  College calculus was very challenging for me, and I feel it could have been easier if I had taken a class in High School, rather than trying to figure it out on my own (many “traditional” classes with other homeschoolers are available through their school groups and other resources).  Fortunately, though, I married an Engineer while I was still in college, so Chris tutored me in Calculus throughout our first year of marriage!

Sarah – I just took my wee boy in for his first school visit today (here in New Zealand kids start at 5 but their parents go along for the first couple of visits). Home schooling is very unusual here so I find stories from people who home school fascinating. It seems to be quite common in the US?

It is becoming more common all the time.  When my Mom started homeschooling us in the mid 80’s, it was very rare and practically unheard of.  But the popularity has soared, as have the opportunities for homeschoolers.  In fact, at our church, over half the kids are homeschooled.  When I was in school (at the same church), I was one of five homeschoolers in the entire youth group of sixty kids.

Mary @ Parenthood – What age did you start? What age did you start with Ali? When are you planning to start with Noah? Why would you (or wouldn’t you) encourage someone else to homeschool? What do you think is the biggest disadvantage of homeschooling?

First, what age I started: When I was in the first grade.  But because my birthday is in October, my Mom started me in first grade when I was five, so I ended up graduating when I was 17.

Ali: It depends on what you consider “school”.  I started teaching her to recognize and say letters when she was a little over a year old, but our first “definitely school” project was when she learned all of her states at two and a half years old, followed by Presidents and writing letters at almost three, and Countries,addition and subtraction at three years old.

However, please don’t take from this that I’m being over-aggressive with her education. We only do things that Ali thinks are “fun” (she literally still thinks school is a game), and only do them until she doesn’t think they’re fun anymore.  Which means that sometimes we do school three days a week (never for more than an hour a day), and other times we go weeks without doing any school at all.  At this age, I just want to instill in her that learning is interesting and exciting – there’s plenty of time to learn to be disciplined.

Many of our school projects (interspersed with my thoughts on the matter) can be found by browsing through the “Homeschooling: Not Just for the Socially Awkward Anymore” category.

Noah: It will depend on his temperament.  If he’s like his sister and enjoys learning, we’ll start early.  But if he’s all boy and too busy running around and destroying my house to sit and learn his letters, then we’ll either start later, or I’ll try to find a creative way mix learning letters with running around and destroying the house.

Would I encourage someone else to homeschool? I am very careful to never push my schooling opinions on others – every family is different and has different needs.  I would only encourage someone else to homeschool if it’s something that they’re already feeling led to do.  It’s not for everyone, and you’ve really got to WANT to do it to make it work.  Also, the child’s temperament plays a huge role on the ease and success of homeschooling.  I would definitely encourage anyone who IS interested in it to research it further, ask questions, and consider trying it, though.

Biggest Disadvantage: Already covered above in the “worst” parts of homeschooling.

karen – how did you teach Ali to write her letters?

Ali wasn’t nearly as interested in learning how to write her letters as she was in learning what they were.  It took me awhile, but I found two things that helped:

First, she was much more interested in “forming” letters than in writing them, so we would practice making our letters with a piece of string, silly putty or play-doh.

Secondly, the thing that most helped her want to write them was completely by accident – she got a Cinderella and Ariel Game for her Leapster that had a game on it where you traced a letter, and then Cinderella came behind you and danced on your letter.  THAT totally sold her – I mean, if a princess will dance on your letters, who wouldn’t want to write them??

Other homeschoolers: please feel free to chime in your answers to these questions, as well.

Everyone: please feel free to ask further questions, give your own insights, or discuss in the comments. I’ll answer any follow-up questions within the comment section.

Answers, Part One: The Accent Project.

You all asked a bunch of awesome questions on last week’s post, and in the attempt to answer them all as thoroughly as possible without having a two-thousand word post, I’ve decided to split my answers up into three posts: 1. The Accent Project, 2. Homeschooling (since the majority of your questions fell into this category), and 3. The Rest.

The Accent Project was requested by Val, and it was the one I least looked forward to answering because it required me to video myself, and there is nothing I despise more than seeing myself on camera.

Seriously – I am the most unvideogenic person on the face of the planet.

Plus, I don’t have a webcam, so I can’t see how horrific my mannerisms are while taping so that I can correct them.

But, being the complete wuss creative person that I am, I found a way around my fears…

Part One: The Accent Project

First, Val’s question:

Val – There is a list of words circulating the blogosphere that bloggers read on a video so their readers can get an idea of their accents, how they say certain words and what they call certain things. It’s been neat to get to know some bloggers a little better. Being a California girl, I love hearing southern accents and would LOVE to hear what your accent sounds like. Here is a link to an example of one that I watched. What do you think? Will you do a video for us?

Why yes, Val, I will!  It really does sound like a fascinating experiment, despite my aversions to seeing how painfully-slow and awkward I blink.

Here are a list of the words and questions – these are apparently hand-picked to highlight accents from different regions:

Aunt, Route, Wash, Oil, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, Sure, Data, Ruin, Crayon, Toilet, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Spitting image, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Syrup, Pajamas, Caught (Val’s addition: “rather” (Per Val, “because my mom-in-law and I pronounce it so differently and she doesn’t hear it, kinda funny since she grew up in California with a father from Alabama and a mother from Boston, talk about a mix of accents”)

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
What is the bug that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?
What is the bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you say to address a group of people?
What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?
What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

And, so that I didn’t have to suffer through watching myself on camera, I decided to get Ali to help me with the project, which allows you to hear both of our accents!!

See? A TOTAL win/win!!

(Am I convincing you yet?)

(Ali’s been a bit video-shy lately as well, hence her quiet-and-giggly voice.)

So whaddya think? Do we sound as Southern as y’all thought we would?

Now I want to hear your accents as well! So if you want to make your version of the video and post it on your blog (or just post it in YouTube if you don’t have a blog), link it into the Mister Linky below. Maybe some of you will even be braver than me and actually show your face on camera!


Oh – and if you have more questions, feel free to ask them here or on the original post, and I’ll include them in part two and three of my answers.

Dora The Ignorer: If Dora Could See.

Disclaimer: This post may only make sense if you’ve seen at least 50 Dora The Explorer episodes, preferably repeatedly ad nauseum.

I sometimes wonder if Ali secretly thinks that Dora isn’t exactly the brightest cartoon in the tube.

Dora

Because she doesn’t exactly seem to get it.

Dora turns and looks directly at Ali, asks a question such as “Do you see Swiper?? Tell me if you see Swiper!!!”, and then waits, all while awkwardly staring and blinking in Ali’s general direction.

Ali stares, not saying a word.

Ali sees Swiper peek out from behind the bushes…but she still doesn’t say a word.

Dora, responding to Ali’s nonexistent help: “What?? Swiper’s behind me??”

Ali stares.

Dora goes through her odd chant that magically keeps Swiper from swiping (but only if she’s able to repeat it THREE times – no more, no less), and then turns to Ali again.

“Thank you SO MUCH for telling me that Swiper was there!”

Ali just stares, always knowing that Dora will think she helped, regardless of whether she actually does or not.

Yes, Dora might have a few connections loose.

But if Dora could REALLY see Ali’s complete unwillingness to help her and indifference to her immediate peril… I think it’d go something like this:

“Do you see Swiper?? Tell me if you see Swiper!!”

Swiper pops up behind Dora, looks to the right, looks to the left, looks at Ali, realizes that Ali isn’t going to tell Dora that he’s there, and jumps out of the bushes and puts Dora in a chokehold.

Dora, gagging: “ACK!!  Why didn’t you tell me that Swiper was right behind me, you lazy brat?!?  Don’t you realize I’m not exactly three dimensional?? It’s not like I can turn around as easily as you!!”

Ali stares.

Dora manages to wrangle free of the chokehold and run down the path.

“Phew!  I got away!!  No thanks to you.  But I’ll let you sing with me anyway.  Let’s sing ‘We Did it!!’”

Dora begins singing her braggy song and shaking her butt in Typical-Dora-Fashion.

Ali stares.

Dora stops singing and glares at Ali…“SING, YOU LITTLE PUNK!!!”

Ali stares.

Dora storms off to the next obstacle in her journey.  She arrives at The Laughing Mountain…

“OH NO! This mountain is so steep!! How will I ever climb it?  I’ll need YOUR HELP! Put your hands up like this and CLIMB! CLIMB!”

Ali stares.

Dora sings, a bit manically… “PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR!  CLIMB! CLIMB! …. I said CLIMB! CLIMB!”

Ali stares.

“Listen here, kid.  Just because your Mommy is letting you sit comatose in front of the television doesn’t give you the right to be THIS lazy.  Here I am trying to climb this mountain that has a 99% grade but will magically only have a 20% grade when I start climbing it, and you’re too lethargic to even pretend you’re climbing a mountain?!?  I wish I’d thrown you into the Gooey Geyser three episodes back!!”

Ali stares.

In one last leap into anger-induced insanity, Dora begins dancing around with wild and dangerous eyes, and gets all sarcastic with her song…

“You did it, you did it, you did it, hooray!

Because of you, Boots was eaten by snakes,

you did it, hooray!

You wouldn’t help, so the trolls threw Benny off the bridge,

you did it, hooray!

I’m going to have severe back problems from carrying a vacuum in my back pack,

but you don’t care, hooray!!”

Ali stares.

I, on the other hand, would be much more entertained – if only Dora could see.

Checking Up – Seven Weeks.

Since I have been open in the past with my struggles when Ali was a newborn and about my fears about doing it all over again, I wanted to honestly share my experiences with Noah as well, even if it forces me to be serious for a post every now and then.  I hope you don’t mind, and I hope that at maybe one or two other Mommies (or future Mommies) can be encouraged by my overly-honest meanderings.


I’ve been intending to write a “check-up” post for several weeks now, and the funny thing is, every time I’ve thought about what I would say, it’s changed drastically.  As quickly as newborn’s little bodies grow and change, so do their habits, issues, difficulties, and joys.

Or, as my repetitive mantra is when I’m in the middle of a difficult moment, “It’s just a phase.  It’s just a phase.  Everything is a phase, both good and bad.”

The first few weeks were SO much easier and more delightful than I expected.  As I mentioned in Noah’s Birth Story, my surprising and immediate bond with him really made the initial transition easy, despite quite a few complicating health factors that I’ve had.  I fell in love with him, and he was immediately attached and responsive to me in a very special and endearing way.

But in the last two weeks, it began to get more difficult.  Noah started to get much more opinionated, in a screaming kind of way.  It wasn’t a lack of milk issue like Ali – he was becoming a picky sleeper.  Although he started sleeping great at night, he was quite insistent that he would ONLY sleep in his bed or pack and play, even though he was still wanting to sleep nearly constantly.  He was easily awakened, would not sleep in his car seat, or if he did fall asleep, he wouldn’t stay asleep when the car stopped.  And, of course, became very unhappy if he got overtired.

And so, on the days when we had to go somewhere, he would end up screaming for most of our outing, which is very wearying and brought back memories of Ali’s unbelievably unhappy months.

After a few days of his screaming, I had allowed myself to get into a place where my perspective was skewed negatively.  Rather that the longsuffering, patient, and loving attitude that I had been blessed with in the early weeks, I found myself thinking thoughts like “I can’t take one more stressful thing”, or “this, too??” – allowing every new challenging moment to make me more and more stressed, instead of just rolling with it and knowing it would get better.

And so, when Noah had a really poor night of sleep last Tuesday night, I found myself, in the middle of the night, in a very desperate place.  I knew my attitude wasn’t right, as I found myself wondering why he wasn’t doing what I “expected” him to do, and feeling a little bit resentful toward him – a feeling I knew all too well from when Ali was a baby.

(It may sound awful for someone to feel resentment towards a baby, but it’s amazing and surprising what feelings a baby can bring out in you – especially in the middle of the night.)

As I nursed him that night, I prayed for God to refresh my perspective and return my mind to a healthy focus.

And then, instead of a scripture passage like usual, the oddest words of wisdom popped into my head…a quote from our beloved Weatherman, James Spann.

First, a bit of background for those of you who don’t live in Alabama.  James Spann is the most famous meteorologist in our state.  Amidst all of the campy local newscasters, Mr. Spann is a distinguished, genuine, brilliant meteorologist that is nationally known and respected.  And so, anytime there is an impending weather event, whether it be a tornado, a hurricane, or snow, we all immediately tune in to James’ weather reports and blog to find out THE forecast.

And, since we’ve had a VERY unusually high amount of snow events in the past two years, I’ve found myself reading his blog and following him on twitter more closely than usual.  And on all of his potential-snow posts (which are addressing a state of people who LOVE our rare snow occurrences), he always has the same disclaimer at the bottom:

Remember – some people will be elated with the amount of snow they get, and some people will be disappointed.

And, with any Alabama snow event, there will ALWAYS be surprises.

That was the quote that popped into my head.

And, when applied to newborns, truer words could not be spoken.

Some things will elate you (like when they randomly sleep through the night at 4.5 weeks old), some things will disappoint you (like when they decide to hate their car seat), and, with any newborn, there will ALWAYS be surprises.

And that last phrase was the biggest perspective changer for me.  I cannot put expectations on a Newborn, or I will just end up frustrated.

No matter how much I like schedules and plans and knowing what to expect when, I must remember that Noah is under two months old!  Even if he’s done the same thing every day for three weeks, I shouldn’t be surprised if, all of a sudden, he does the exact opposite thing tomorrow.  He is absolutely going to do unexpected things, and I should not resent him because of it!

And so, as odd as it sounds, my encouragement for the week was a Meteorologist’s tag line.  Some things will elate me, some things will disappoint me, and there will always be surprises.  And since I’ve reset my expectation to be “expect surprises”, I haven’t been nearly as frustrated.

And, because it’s the way God likes to do things, Noah got much happier and began sleeping much better – right AFTER I learned the lesson that I needed to learn.

And, of course, the adorable dimpled smile that’s been peeking out more and more often keeps my heart totally in love with this sweet, surprising little creation.

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Scoff, All Ye Northerners.

I drove in my first snow storm yesterday.

Yes!! It was a snow storm!!  As in, snow was blowing from the skies!! And some of it was even sticking to the ground!

And the more bizarre part was, it was TOTALLY unexpected.  Which, I thought, was impossible in Alabama.

You see, when there’s even a one percent chance of snow in these parts, there’s usually massive news coverage, minute-to-minute updates on what the blessed accumulation might possibly be, school closings before the event is even a sure possibility, and, of course, ridiculously manic grocery store raids, JUST in case the apocalypse is upon us.

But for some reason, this event tip-toed right past all of our beloved Meteorologists.

I had one errand to run, and lunch planned with a friend – a simple day, for sure.  As we left the house, there were a few raindrops, and then the SOUNDS of raindrops, but nothing was on my windshield.

It greatly confused this Southerner.

After puzzling over the invisible raindrops, I realized that it was QUITE cold outside (I’d left from the garage), and that the sound I was hearing was actually sleet.

…at which point I felt extraordinarily guilty about getting my six-week-old baby out in SLEET – especially since my errand was going to require a bit of outside walking.

(Feel free to award me “Parent of the Year” at any moment.)

We made it through our errand without anyone turning blue from our Antartica-Like-34-degree-weather, and then headed to lunch.

When we arrived at lunch, the sleet was picking up a bit, and my guilt intensified as I ran inside, trying to keep the certainly-dangerous sleet off my baby.

And then, as we ate, it began to snow!

SNOW??  It was 65 degrees two days ago!!

HUGE snowflakes!

And then, a blizzard!

I was hypnotized by the lovely snow falling aswe ate, and then all of a sudden I woke up to reality – I was about to be snowed in at a place that would most certainly make me gain 20 pounds in the two days – HUGE snow drifts were beginning to pile up all around the parking lot!!

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(That’s what snow drifts look like, right?)

So we quickly decided that we should end our lunch and attempt to sled home before our cars disappeared under the snow – which obviously would be happening at any moment.

So we carefully ran out to our cars, me trying to keep the snow out of Noah’s car seat, all while not letting Ali get buried in a drift.

When we got to the car, Noah was seriously unhappy with my horrible parenting and for risking his life in a blizzard.  And I couldn’t blame him – look at the thick blanket of snow on his car seat!!

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I strapped my children-that-now-looked-like-snowmen in the car, and headed up to my seat….to find…

My windshield!  How was I ever going to dig out of this mess without a snow blower??

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…imagine my surprise when my windshield wipers did the trick.

(They must have been industrial strength.)

We began our arduous trek home, which included a HILL.

And, for the first time ever, I had to drive on a hilly road covered in ice.

(“covered” might not be exactly the right word, but it definitely existed, at any rate…)

And you know what? It was slippery!

As I slid off the edges of the road repeatedly, I began having a middle-child moment and thinking about all of those ice-driving-training lessons that my Dad gave my older brother, but was too terrified of my female-teenage-driving skills to give me.

(In fact, he just “happened” to be in Mexico when I got my learner’s permit.  My Mom still says that was the most stressful week of her life, and the most dangerous week of every mailbox in Birmingham’s life.)

(And anyway, as if driving on the mountain roads in Mexico could be less stressful than riding with your inexperienced 15 year old daughter…although according to Mom, her week was worse.)

And then I woke up from my daydream.

Noah was still angry and screaming his displeasure, Ali wasn’t too happy that Noah was filling the back seat with cacophony, and I was slipping all over the roads.

…then, as I was a block from home, the winter storm let up, the sun ALMOST came out, and the roads began to magically clear up.

And I realized that I had picked THE worst 15 minutes of the entire day to try to drive.  Because my timing is impeccable like that.

So, how was your snow storm?

A (Late) National Delurking Day, and Ask Rachel…Most Things.

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So I totally missed National Delurking Day this year.  Mainly because on that particular day (I believe it was officially January 14th this year), I had slept all of two hours the night before due to a stomach-virus-plagued four year old, a needing-to-be-fed-constantly three-week-old, and a still-recovering-from-unbelievable-trauma tooth.

…Which would have made it the perfect day to ask you guys to do the blogging instead of me, but I wasn’t even together enough to get that far.

At any rate, I met so many of you nice readers last year when I participated in National Delurking Day, and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to make more new friends this year, so I’m coming to the party, albeit a little late.

What does it mean to delurk?  It means that if you’ve never commented on any of my posts before, it’s your day to comment and introduce yourself!! If you’ve been reading here long, you feel like you know me, but if you’re not saying hey back, I don’t know you – and I really do want to – just ask my other readers!!

So today is your day to say hello and introduce yourself.  And don’t fear any lurker-judgement from me – over 80% of my readers are lurkers, and I love you all!  Oh – and if you have a blog, be sure to link it in and I’ll come visit you, too!

(Don’t worry if your comment doesn’t show up immediately – all first-time comments go into moderation first, but I will to approve it quickly!)

And also, for both the lurkers and regular commenters, I’m going to try something new… I’ll admit it scares me a bit, but I’ve seen many other blogging friends do it, so I figured it was time that I put on my big girl panties, worked up my courage, and gave it a try.

SO.

If you’ve ever wanted to know something about me, my kids, my life, my beliefs, my philosophies, my opinions, blogging, homeschooling, the state of Alabama, the country of Bangladesh – whatever, ask it here, and I’ll see if I can answer them in an upcoming post.

(Although I might have to Google your Bangladesh question…or ask Ali – she has a strange obsession with Bangladesh.)

So introduce yourself and tell me a little about you, or ask a question, or both!

The answers to these questions can be found in three parts:

Part One: The Accent Project

Part Two: Homeschooling

Part Three: Everything Else.

On Choosing a Lovey.

It’s a baby’s first accessorizing decision.

Will they choose a blanket?

A paci?

A stuffed animal?

Noah has spent countless sleepless fits contemplating his all-important Lovey decision, and he has come to a resoundingly stubborn conclusion:

My hair.

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At first, I assumed he chose my hair because he’s ridiculously and obsessively a bit attached to his Mommy right now.

But then I started to wonder if he was just borrowing it to overcompensate for his awkwardly missing eyebrows

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But whatever his reasoning, his choice shouldn’t surprise me, considering his Paternal Genetic Destiny.  Chris is, through and through, a “Hair Guy”.

(Hence my hippy-length hair.  It’s kinda like my Samson-super-power over him.)

In fact, when playing The Newlywed Game a couple of years ago, Chris was the ONLY guy to not give the obvious answer to the famous “What’s your favorite feature on your wife?” question.

Yup – Chris went with hair.

AND I even knew that he would.

We totally scored a point that round.

My hairdresser even knows this about my husband, and she refuses to trim my hair more than a couple of inches.  When I try to get her to chop it more, knowing that Chris will certainly appreciate healthy hair over lengthy hair, she stops, looks at me with fear in her eyes, and resolutely sets down her scissors.

Noah has learned to evoke the same fear in us over his intense need for my hair.

He has had several instances over the past week where he screamed for at least 20 minutes, despite massive efforts to placate him, until he found my hair, grabbed it, and within a tenth of a second, was snoring happily.

Also? He loves twisting it in between, in and out, all around all of his fingers.  And paci.  And then retwisting it, all while tugging it mercilessly.

I seriously need a deep conditioning treatment.

And so, I’m faced with a crisis: do I continue to let him start all of his naps and bedtimes out by cuddling with my hair, or do I risk marital discord, get my hair chopped off, and make him a portable lovey out of it?

And THEN the question would be: how would I construct this oh-so-organic HairyLovey?

Would I get Noah’s Godmother, who is quite the brilliant knitter, to knit him a BrunetteBlanket?

Or, perhaps, should I make it into paste-on eyebrows so that he can be Greek like his sister?

Or maybe, should I tie it onto his paci so that it hangs down to give him a cool David Crowder gotee?

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(He’s got the chin to pull it off, don’t you think?)

And, if I were to make him a HairyLovey, would I end up mocked featured on Craftastrophe for the fourth time?

At any rate, I know one person that would be cheering for a HairyLovey…

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…All while the rest of the world was, quite rightfully, completely disgusted.

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