Michele Minehart

words & yoga

Month: August 2011 (page 1 of 5)

if you have a moment, please

If you have children, be grateful. That’s the first step. Thank Jesus, or the Maker of heaven and earth, or Fate or the guiding forces of the universe or (W)homever you attribute as the giver of children. Or, pat yourself on the back, I suppose, if you feel that it was your own excellence at doing what people in love do in bedrooms. In any case, I have reason to remind you that children aren’t a guarantee in life, so therefore, be thankful for them. 

Now, step two. If your kids are healthy and developing on a normal plane, be grateful. 
As a person who has for most of my life taken for granted my health, I’m freshly realizing the blessings of a functional body and mind by living on the flipside with children that are going to require a little extra here and there in order to hear (and thus speak) sufficiently. 
Granted, my children’s “special needs” aren’t very severe. If we run out of hearing aid batteries, both kids will still be able to know what we’re saying. We’re not buying special vehicles or houses, or, save the hearing aids and batteries, any other extra equipment in order to help them be mobile or even alive, like some parents face every day. It can always be more difficult, I suppose. 
But today my attitude isn’t an attempt at comparison, it’s one of accepting reality. As nice as our intervention specialists and coordinators and doctors and health care providers are, I’m frankly kind of tired of them wrecking havoc on my calendar. The appointments, the trips, the forms, the calls, the voicemails and then return calls… these are things that, in their absence, would make my life more simple. I could simply decide “yes” or “no” on a preschool, and then add them to a waiting list. We’d stand in the normal line for screening, hoping that the practice on shapes and colors paid off, and be assigned a classroom. 
But not today. Or in two weeks for our meeting about services. To which I get to lug 3 children and attempt to listen and comprehend our options and try to make a sound decision all the while trying to persuade the typically developing one not to smoosh play-doh into the carpet like she was attempting today. 
So, that’s all. Take a breath and a second to feel all your functioning limbs and appendages. Realize that you don’t feel physical pain. Take a walk and get someplace without having to push something or asking someone to push you along.  Appreciate the distance to which you can see and the sounds you can hear, even if it’s a nearby co-worker inadvertently singing off-key to their ipod. Taste the food that you swallow on your own accord and digest unaided. Then be glad that this is true of your children, too. And then remember number one again – that you have a child for which to be grateful. 
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documentation station

It’s been a while since I’ve made note of childlike developments, and since I have a morning with no real thought to share (except some general disdain toward the Ottawa mayor who got caught soliciting prostitution, and the Jackson Center girls basketball coach, who was caught at the same place last week…), so a little documenting of life as we experience it is in order.

H Boy – Just shy of 3 years
  • His verbal skills are wicked  good. This is both good (glad he’s age appropriate!) and bad (oh the constant requests!). I love hearing him tell his perception of things. 
  • Storytime has resumed its rightful place of “favorite” in this house; at least one book is required pre-nap and -bedtime. On one exceptionally long day, this tired mama was lounging in his bed as the kids played. I found that if I loafed it, H would start reading to M. Brilliant. All those rounds of Brown Bear paid off as he was able to recite it without much prompting from me.
  • Stones, rocks and dirt. I’ve learned to check the pockets before doing laundry because the boy is toting all of these things around from place to place. We’ve been known to take a rock or 2 to bed with us as well. I’ve decided to be grateful that these are inanimate objects. It could’ve been a turtle. Or worm. 
  • H is a huge fan of being a big brother. If Baby C is up and awake, H is demanding that he hold her. Or if she’s  kicking on the floor, he’s laying right there beside her, chatting her up. This is mostly adorable, but I tend to feel slightly suffocated on behalf of Baby C. 
  • H also has a big brother voice. He will raise it 2 octaves when he’s asking M Girl to do something that he really wants her to do (like race around holding the other end of a laundry basket – “you want to hold it M?”). I’m trying to watch the pitch of my own voice, as I know he got this from somewhere. 
M Girl – 18 months
  • M is our personality. Much like her mama, a little more keen to push limits (or at least test them). 
  • She has quite the propensity for theatrics. She loves to sing and will generally do so when asked (her favorite song is about water, we believe. She’ll sway to that one). When upset she doesn’t just whine or cry, she’ll fling herself on the footstool or floor to show us the sheer devastation she’s feeling. 
  • She’s also a bit more physical then H was at this age. She loves doing sommersaults – when the clothesbasket laps were being requested, M would stop after a lap and randomly do a flip. It was absolutely hilarious. But she’s also climbing anything – including the ladder to the slide – and she’s just started with the jumping bit. She started with a plate (plastic!) that she was standing on, saying “ready, jump!” and then she’d hop off. H has been doing something similar with the footstool.
  • Her words are multiplying every day and I’m amazed by how well she’ll repeat so many things we say. She’s conquered milk, cheese and yogurt (she loves her dairy?), diaper, ball, daddy, doggy, and a few variations that, to the untrained ear sound like a cross between daddy and doggy but are actually mommy, brother and baby. It’s not her speech, it’s your listening. 
  • Her activities include throwing away trash, brushing hair and teeth, and caring for her baby. 
Baby C – 6.5 weeks
  • She’s getting so big! We haven’t found a PCP down here yet, so I’m not sure of her weight, but she’s filling out the 0-3 month clothes quite nicely. 
  • We’ve also garnered some social smiles (results not just of pooping) and bit of babbling gaa gaa, goo goo’s. 
  • Overall we’re a decent sleeper, save for the hours between 7-9pm. These are the hours that the siblings are finally out of the way and she can make her presence known for the attention she deserves. 
Mama and papa bears
  • We’re doing well. Husband is getting settled into the school routine and really enjoys his school, students and faculty. I think he’s relieved to know this was all worth it. 
  • I’m getting things done around here, trying to cook meals and keep my mind sane. I’ve started to try to work out and add a bit of routine to my life. I even went out for coffee last night with a friend. I’m supposed to be heading back to work a the end of September… if I can remember to put in my availability. 
So that’s all folks. Our life in a nutshell. (Look at me, I’m in a nutshell.)
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pressure’s on

The past few days have been a real struggle. The weight is almost too much to carry. We’re not talking insignificant worries like potty training or your kids suddenly stopped eating or being able to find anything in a new town. No, real stress.

I read about the visual social network via a blog a month or so ago and ran off to get myself invited, but delayed in getting the account activated. When I finally did, opting to “sign in using facebook” (because who needs ANOTHER username/password to forget?), I took a look around and then moved on, unsure of exactly what I was going to use it for. 
Then the flood of emails came in. People were following me. 
I had nothing but standard boards, not a thing pinned and was caught with my pinte-pants down. 
Because of my propensity toward self-elevation, I decided that these followers came not from being my facebook friends, but because they wanted – NEEDED – something from me. Like a great pin to comment on. So I quickly enrolled in Pin School, and though I’m still a freshman, I’ve learned a few things. Here are my Pinteresting tips.
1. Naming the boards can be just as fun as pinning to them. I steered away from “home” and went with a family favorite quote by my mother, “If I had to pick a brick…” (Ed note: Marj has yet to have occasion to pick a brick. But she lives in anticipation that one day she will). Rather than “favorite products” I pin stuff that I want you to “give it to me.” These are mostly pictures of how I’d like to dress. I also have an affinity for my board of “mama always said” (recently renamed from “smart thinking”). I LOVE all these smart phrases and quotes. And 5 points to KLR and her naming strategies. It’s a trend, my friend. Jump on the wagon.
2. Google Chrome, in an effort to display its awesomeness, has an extension app that allows you to right click and pin any image. Get it.
3. Thank goodness for the Pinterest iphone app! Now I can be browsing as I ignore my children feed the baby.
4. Somehow or another I plan on using this as a storage shed for recipes from blogs. Still working on that feature. Looking for practical application in that arena.
5. I need a way for these pins to come out in a shopping list for me, specifically when I go to a thrift store. Otherwise this is basically a large, picturesque look at things I’ll never do.

So, I’m ready for a band of followers. And I need those invites back because I can’t seem to figure out how reciprocate the following. But I suppose that’s okay or we’d end up walking in circles… 
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