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MetaBlogging

Welcome to the brand new MamaBlogga!

I was going to wait until my birthday (April 2) to unveil the new site, but . . . I didn’t!

I’ll post more tomorrow, but the biggest and best new features:

  • All new layout. (Let me know if the color melts your brain.)
  • New blogging platform. I switched from Blogger to WordPress.
  • Most importantly, new URL: http://www.MamaBlogga.com . We’re cooking with gas now!

I’ll explain the new tagline, “Mom’s search for meaning,” more soon. Maybe tomorrow. Right now I’m reading an article that my dad sent me that speaks right to the heart of the matter.

Enjoy!

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Work Kids/Parenting

Virtually mothering

This week is the eComXpo, a virtual tradeshow for Internet marketing. This marks the third time I’ve attended the semiannual event. It’s strange to think how much things have changed over that time period:

1. Early April, Hayden’s 2 months old. I sit at the computer, Hayden is next to the desk on the floor. He gets a little tummy time, too. The nursing pillow cuddles him until he starts to get fussy. Then I lay him tummy down across my lap and pat his back. He had a little bit of a cold. He sleeps on my lap or on the floor. I can attend pretty much as much of the show as I can stand.

2. Late October, Hayden’s almost 9 months. Was he around that week? Poor kid is totally neglected since I not only have the eComXpo but an entry in the prestigious SEM Scholarship Contest at Marketing Pilgrim that I have to drive traffic to. Luckily, I do both at once and send hundreds of vCards and invitations to view my entry. Every little bit helped—I won by only 3 visitors. When I couldn’t stand to sit at the desk anymore, I tried to listen to presentations and panels while playing with Hayden; this didn’t work.

3. This week, Hayden’s 13.5 months. We’re in day 2 of the conference. There’s not as much that I’m interested in this time around. I no longer get paid by the hour (well, not to attend the conference, at least), so I try to listen to sessions while researching and writing blog posts. This doesn’t work either. I’m interested in the two panel discussions this afternoon; I’m not sure if I’ll get anything out of them if I try to listen while Haydie’s awake. And they’re conveniently scheduled right before and right after his normal nap time. There’s no way I can hope to do my thing while Haydie sits passively by.

Sigh. Yep, just sigh.

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Random

How NOT to homeschool

Note: I probably won’t be homeschooling my children, but I see lots of successful examples of homeschooling around me. This post talks about one thing that bugged me about a minority of homeschoolers.

As a teenager, two of my best friends were homeschooled. They both happened to be the oldest of five children and daughters. It seemed to me, that each of these girls did a great deal around the house, essentially schooling their younger siblings and doing much of the housekeeping. They were both tasked with preparing their family’s dinners multiple times a week. I think one of them might have even been the “head chef” of her household (ie providing most or all of their dinners).

I was only slightly disturbed by this until today, when I found a quotation from a couple that have published a guide to a certain homeschooling program. “If you have older children and you are still cooking and cleaning,” they say, “then you have missed your promotion.”

Ah. I see. My promotion. Yes, that’s why I had my son, so I could further my career within my home. I’m training my replacement so I can have a promotion. . . . Right.

Y’know, for my friends, this was okay. It worked for their families, I don’t think it interfered with their homeschooling too terribly much (well, for one of them anyway) and now each of them are thoroughly prepared to feed their future families.

But you know what? I can feed my family, too, and my parents let me have time to have skilled professionals teach me (in and out of school), to attend church youth group and orchestra and music lessons, take more than a dozen college prep classes, hang out with my friends, and oh yeah, be a teenager.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s important for my children to learn skills like these. I want them to be able to cook, clean, and manage their time and their houses. But I don’t need them to manage mine, and especially not so I can feel as though I’ve gotten “a promotion.” In my opinion, the only promotions a mother should get in the home are “mother-in-law,” “grandmother” and “great grandmother” (hopefully all in that order).

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Kids/Parenting

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

We got our St. Patrick’s Day package just in time:



And here you go, Jasmine. Hayden breaks it down, just for you. (Taken with our still camera.)

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Kids/Parenting Random

Six of one, half a dozen of the other

I’m not a big fan of memes. Sure, I’ll play along, that’s fine. But there are lots of people who participate in three or four memes a week—or a day. It’s like that’s all they ever post.

I, on the other hand, like to do my own thing. Like start memes. I’ll call it “six of one, half a dozen of the other.”

Six of the Worst Things about “This Age”
Screaming. Hayden babbles a lot, but still can’t talk. So when he wants something (even just attention), he screams.
Late-onset separation anxiety. He hates me to leave him alone (unless he’s preoccupied with something else). Even if he’s playing with Daddy and I’m in our room, Hayden knows where I am and walks back to my room to get me, bawling if he can’t have his mom.
More nighttime sleep problems. Yeah. ’nuff said. It’s not so bad. Just a little rough at the time.
I DO IT MYSELF! This applies mostly to feeding himself. He’s quite insistent (c.f. ‘screaming,’ above).
Nap strikes. Some days it takes up to 90 minutes to get him down for a nap. Other days, he absolutely refuses to go down for a second nap. Either of these can make him overtired, and subject to more nighttime sleep problems (again, see above).
Diaper change strikes. Rolling, screaming, arching his back—our once docile boy won’t have his diaper changed unless he has a toy in his hands. Not just any toy. A good one.

Half a Dozen of the Best Things about “This Age”
Independence. I don’t have to constantly entertain him, nurse him, or hold him. I may have to wrangle him a lot more, but I can also put him in his high chair with some finger food and he’ll be set.
Toddling. You have to admit that there’s not much cuter than a little kid who’s just learning to walk, still a little bit unsteady on his feet, fully living up to the “toddler” label.
The Gusto. Everything Hayden does, he does it wholeheartedly. Whether he’s playing with a ball or screaming for it (cf ‘screaming,’ above), he’s entirely and unabashedly consumed by his activity.
Intelligence & Curiosity. Hayden loves to explore just about everything. He’ll pull things out from under the couch, find the smallest things in the strangest places and play with just about anything (once he’s tasted it, of course).
The Occasional Syllables. Every once in a while, Hayden gets a “mam” or “mama” (or “dad”/”dada”) at the right time. Each time he puts those sounds together while looking at us is enough to make us smile; paired with the last item on my list, it melts our hearts:
Affection. Sometimes, Haydie will be playing nearby and for no apparent reason, he’ll come over to me and rest his head in my lap or on my shoulder. He’ll pat my back while I hold him. This is pretty much my favorite.

There are challenges at every age. I’m looking forward to the time when Hayden will be able to talk to us and tell us what he wants without screaming, but I’ll take Hayden’s abounding (and bouncing) excitement upon seeing me every time he wakes up for as long as I can get it.

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Kids/Parenting

The Week in Pictures

Probably not as moving or artistic as the mainstream media feature of the same name, but oh well. Enough talk, let’s get to the pix!

Ballerina boy

Wouldja feed me already, ma? (Taken for the outfit—
yeah, it’s been warm enough for shorts here!)

Hayden is quite good at feeding himself. Sometimes he uses his
hands for the oatmeal-yogurt-applesauce, but still pretty good.

Hayden has lots of great “toys.” For some reason,
we keep them in the kitchen cabinets.

Another toy. His grandma instilled a love of root beer in him at an early age.

As always, the best toy: the box it came in.
(He’s listening to the echo of his voice.)

It’s also useful. It’s the only way I can get him to sit still through lunch
(without resorting to the high chair).

Cookin’ up trouble
(Again, we keep his “toys” in the kitchen cabinets)

First thing when Ryan gets home today, Hayden unzips his pocket and
gets a dry erase marker out. Here he’s fishing for more “toys.”

Video… ah, video… I have less than 5 min left on the first digital “tape,” then we’ll edit and upload. I hope.