I am an artist & teacher with a ❤ for visual expression, educational methodology, homesteading, & Jesus. My geek-love is The Joshua and we have three peanut-butters: Caleb, Jack, & Louritta.

Caleb’s 10 Week Stats

11/14/2007

Today Caleb had his 10 week check-up at Kaiser. I spent almost three hours at the doctor’s office, most of it in the waiting room of the pediatrics vaccination clinic, but I’ll get to that later.
Here are his current stats:
Weight: 12 lbs., 9 oz. (61.68% of weight percentile for age)
Length: 23″ (42.42% of length percentile for age)
Head Circumference: 15.25″ (16.03% of head circ. for age)
Josh is concerned that Caleb’s head circumference is a bit small for his age, especially considering that he’s a Lewis. To combat this, Josh has started a three-times-a-day regimen of telling Caleb how beautiful and smart he is. At this rate, we figure Caleb’s head will get big in no time.
Caleb also received three shots (DTAP/HBV/IPV, Pneumonia, and HIB/PRP-T) and one oral vaccine (Rotavirus). He cried, I cried. He has little band-aids on his chubby thighs. I hate seeing babies get shots. (P.S. What kind of person wants the job of stabbing babies with needles? I mean, someone’s gotta do it, but seriously, that job would stink. Although, I suppose I’d rather have that job than the circumcision job, but I digress…)
On with the torture of today. I checked in for our doctor’s appointment (with Dr. Griffin), waited about 5 minutes, went in, and had a great check up. Caleb was in an awesome mood and smiled and cooed the entire time. The doctor kept commenting on what a happy guy he was, and that just made me feel fantastic. Of course, I know that had she seen Caleb at certain other times of the day, he wouldn’t have been as grinny, but I’ll take what I can get!
After a nice visit with the doctor, we went over to the pediatrics vaccination clinic to get his shots. We waited for TWO HOURS. Those of you who have had small children know that sitting in a waiting room with lots of bored toddlers and their parents is not a fun thing to do. To make matters worse, the rooms where kids were given vaccinations were on each side of the waiting room. Unfortunately, the genius who designed the place didn’t think to make those rooms soundproof. Through the closed doors we heard the frantic screams, wails, and “Mommy! Mom-mom-MOMMY!” of poor children who had just been poked. Seriously, some kids sounded like there was an exorcism going on. “MA!! MA!!! MA!!! AHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHH! NO! NO! NO! MAAAA!!!!” The toddlers in the waiting room would go to their parents, looking concerned for the sweet little girl that was just carried out of the room, tears and snot streaming down her face. The parents would tell their toddlers, “It’s okay, Sweetie, you’ll be fine.” Yeah, right. They knew they were being lied to. They knew it was only a matter of time before they had to face whatever was on the other side of the door. And some of them tried to make a break for it, only to be dragged back to the waiting room kicking and crying. They knew that something awful was behind those doors, perhaps something related to whatever made those sounds in their closets or under their beds at night.
I listened to those wails for TWO HOURS. It really starts to get to you. I tried reading a book, but would get to the end of the page and have no idea what I just read. I tried reading the same page about four times, but none of what I had read would stick to my brain. So, I spent a lot of the time staring at the ceiling or watching the parent-child dynamics in the waiting room. (Caleb pretty much just nursed and slept the whole time there, so he was pretty easy. I ended up having to dance around with him a bit at the end just to keep him occupied, but that was fine).
The neat thing about watching parent-child dynamics is that you get to see all different kinds of parenting styles. There was (1) the parent who loudly announced everything her child did, “OH! LOOK AT HER SMILE! YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL, HONEY! YES YOU ARE!! YES YOU ARE!!!” There was (2) the parent who hated her life (at least today) because her kid was going, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” while she ignored him and played on her cell phone. Then, you had (3) the overstimulating parent who insisted on airplaning her 9-week-old through the place, “Rarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Zooooooooom!!!” I also enjoyed watching (4) the father of the only teenager there. His 16-year-old sat next to him listening to his iPod, seeming really annoyed that he had to sit in the same room as airplane lady and loud-talking lady. And of course there was (5) the mother of a four-year-old boy who kept trying to teach him colors. “This is red. RED.” Her son was so hyped up he kept trying to run down the halls or steal toys from other kids. I wondered what the point was of trying to show colors to spazz-out-boy, but who knows. There were many other parent-child sets there, several of whom were very good with their kids. It’s interesting to people watch and see all the differences out there.
So, yeah, two hours later, my beautiful son got stabbed three times and we got to go home. I was exhausted by that point, amazed at how much energy I had drained from three hours out of the house. Luckily, Caleb was also sleepy, so I was able to come home and enjoy some quality chill time in the rocking chair with him. He’s such a trooper.

Caleb’s Big Baby Grin

11/12/2007

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Well, after many attempts to get a photo of my super happy little guy, I finally nabbed one! He usually squeals and grins at me until I hold up a camera or bring in another person. This time I really had him going and luckily had the camera in tow. This is the face I wake up to!

I Am a Bookseller

11/09/2007

Yay me! I just started selling books on Amazon, and so can you.. It’s easy!
I have a ka-jillion books that I’m never going to read again. So, I’m slowly building a stack of them (and maybe some other used stuff…) so I can make a bit of profit! If you have books you don’t want and are too lazy to sell them yourself, you can give them to me and I’ll sell them!

What Mothers Do: Nothing Prepares You

11/09/2007

This is reflection two.
When interviewed, many mothers use the word “shock” to describe their initial feelings of being mothers. Why? Because your entire life changes 180 degrees in a moment. I relate it to culture shock. Suddenly, you are solely responsible for a little being, a little being that is needy and freaked out and can do very little without you. Even if you’ve cared for children before, there is a certain amount of uncertainty and awkwardness when getting to know your own child. What if I break him? Is he still breathing? How can I stop his crying? And, in all things concerning the child, the buck stops with you. This means that the weight of your life and your decisions, feels heavier because a small helpless person will receive that which you cannot carry.
The culture of a new mother completely shifts, and this can create feelings of loneliness for many women. Being independent before, now it takes significant planning to get you and the baby to an appointment without being out of sorts. Friends may not understand you anymore (and you may have difficulty connecting to them now as well). Many old activities aren’t conducive to having a newborn (like surfing… that one’s hard to do). Suddenly, your husband is talking to you and you don’t hear him because you’re thinking about the baby. When you go to the store and your time triples because you brought a baby. If you take a shower, it gets cut short because of a crying baby… Suddenly, the woman’s mind is working double time to figure out how to do basic things with a baby in tow. In addition, the woman is, for a time, dependent on others for survival (depending on the kind of birth she had and how she intends to make money after the baby is born). A once independent person, now has a youngster clinging to her and relying on her for nurturing and sustenance. Granted, as the mother develops skill and an understanding of her baby, she can work through many of these issues, but the initial shock in the first few weeks is very strong.
Many American women are raised by parents and school systems to be workers, not mothers. We go through school learning arithmetic, science, and writing. I think that is fantastic, and I enjoyed learning all of those things. What happened to the Home Economics type classes that used to be offered? These classes taught young boys and girls how to raise children, prepare meals, handle finances, maintain a home. Why are these types of life skills not an educational requirement anymore? It seems that school has prepared us for working, but not for parenting or other life skills. What then, of the men and women who did not have strong parenting figures growing up? They are left to grapple and muddle through fatherhood and motherhood, kind of playing it all by ear or seeking advice from friends and experts.
I still remember when Josh and I brought Caleb home from the hospital. He was in his car seat, we brought him in the house, and were both like, “Okay… now what?” Caleb was sleeping at the time. Josh immediately started organizing our house (cleaning, going through the mail, etc.) and I started ridding our home of all signs of pregnancy (maternity clothes, the giant pillow I slept with, etc.). That was so weird. Then Caleb woke up and I was like, “Okay, I guess I should feed him.” We muddled through, which was probably the best way to do it. It was so weird. Even though I had read books and we had taken classes and we both had great parental role models, it all felt so foreign to us. Eventually, we established more of a rhythm and routine for our house, so there was more predictability. But, man, those first few days were so bizarre.
The next thing that I did not prepare for was the division of friends. Suddenly, people who used to be great friends, seemed judgmental of your parenting decisions or didn’t understand how things changed for you because you had a newborn. My mom even mentioned to me that they lost several friends after their first child was born because they couldn’t understand why they didn’t just dump my brother off with a sitter so they could party all night. Yeah, let’s see you leave your newborn baby with a clueless teenager! I even am finding my own opinions on parenting very strong. For example, I can’t stand to hear a baby cry and will attempt to comfort the baby as much as I can. Others believe in the “cry it out” method, which drives me nuts! Again, I just can’t stand the thought of a baby crying alone. But, are parents who do that “bad” parents? Should I really cast my judgment on them, even though they are just trying their best to grapple through parenthood the same as me? I am learning to feel confident in my parenting style without casting unnecessary judgment on others.
The funny thing about experiencing the parent shock is how the opinions you had before becoming a parent, may shift drastically after having children. This experience makes for books like I Was a Better Mother Before I Had Kids and I Was a Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids. I have already found that many of my pre-baby opinions about parenting and being a stay-at-home mom are pretty much worthless. Clean house? Ha! Dinner on the table for my husband? I’m happy if I brushed my teeth some days. Thought I’d ease smoothly into parenthood? Nope. But I’m loving every minute of it.

How Stuff is Made

11/05/2007

I found this neat website called How Stuff is Made. It’s an online visual encyclopedia that visually documents every process in the production of goods. I found the concept to be an intriguing way for students to learn and consider all the many pieces that go into making a product. I also appreciated how it encouraged businesses and production to be more transparent so we can share ideas instead of hide them.
Here’s more info about it from the site:

If you wanted to transform the industry into something more sustainable which strategy would you prefer? Would your method be characterized by secrecy and non disclosure agreements? Or would you rather promote openness and communicate where are the new ideas, the good materials? If you think of what you possess and what you wear, how much can you really account for? Do you know anything about the labor conditions? Or how these products recycle once they are dumped? We are supposed to live right into the information age, we often complain of being flooded with too much information, yet we know very little when it comes to toxic activities.
For the How Stuff Is Made visual essays, each students have to make their way inside manufactories and discuss with workers, employees, designers, etc. The students document every processes, labor conditions and environmental impacts involved in the production of the good. Afterwards they list a series of suggestions to improve the manufacturing process. Making some discoveries along the way: such as Chinese workers receiving 45 cents per hour to make the American flag or Chinese fortune cookie made mostly in Chicago by Hispanics. One of the project’s aims is to redirect manufacturing practices and consumer purchasing decisions toward a transparent and legible information base.

(Link & Quote taken from We Make Money Not Art).

What Mothers Do: Who Understands?

11/04/2007

This is reflection one.
Summary: This chapter is about how it is difficult to convey to others what a mother does all day long parenting her child. For one, people who are not mothers don’t understand how “nothing” gets accomplished all day. This is especially because mothers often have nothing tangible to show for their work. Another reason that Naomi Stadlen brings up is that the English language doesn’t really have words that express what a mother is doing. We have words like “warm, loving, wonderful, patient, understanding, kind, caring, nurturing, concerned, responsible, and unselfish” but that “most of these words don’t indicate anything good that she might have done. They describe the state of a mother’s heart.” So, I can love my child, but what do I really have to show for it?
My Thoughts: I received a phone call from a fellow coworker and she said that the other people who work at my school were taking bets to determine when I would go back to work. Nobody thought I’d ever be a stay-at-home mom and several of them thought I’d come back before my maternity leave was even over. Why? Because they thought I was a busy person who loved to do things, which implies that stay-at-home moms don’t actually do anything. Apparently, one commented that staying at home with a child was one of the most boring things she’d ever done in her life. (I wasn’t there during the conversation, so this is just hearsay). It is clear that many people are not aware of the many details that go into mothering a child.
I was thinking about the lack of words to describe what a mother does all day. At first I disagreed and thought, no I’ve been mothering Caleb, cuddling him, swinging him, etc. Then, I recognized that those words fail to describe being a mother just as the warm, loving, wonderful, patient, etc. words above did. Merely stating the outward task of what I did doesn’t:
(1) Have a lot of respect associated with it.
When is the last time you were commended for excellent cuddling or swinging? People don’t come to my house and see me with Caleb and say, “Wow! You are the best at burping a baby! Well done!” It just seems like something basic and obvious that any person with half a brain should be able to do.
(2) Get at the depth of all the things that are actually happening.
Think about it. My baby cries, so I attempt to discern from the type of cry he is giving me and his non-verbals what he actually needs. Is he hurt? Hungry? Lonely? Scared? A combination? Then, I start trying stuff, at least until I learn what his different communications mean. Eventually, I start picking up on his cues.
A few weeks ago at church, I left the sanctuary with a crying baby. Today, I knew he was hungry by the way he moved his lips, and that told me to leave and feed him. He never got the chance to cry. So, when I’m caring for my baby, I’m also learning to understand his cues. This learning is not implied in any of the words listed above that describe what a mother does all day.
I’m also learning how to best respond to his cues. When Caleb has to burp, sometimes he likes to go in typical “burp position” facing over my shoulder. However, I’m learning that when he has a bigger burp, he prefers to sit on my lap. I have learned this because his cries/frustration will continue until I put him where he is best able to get the burp out. Not only am I learning how to understand what he wants, I am also learning how to best give it to him.
These are just two examples of things that are happening when mothering a child that are not accounted for when I try to explain what I did all day. There are more things that happen between a mother and a child (sharing language, developing cultural understanding, learning social skills, etc.) during the day. These things are significant to the growth of a child, and yet, how do I explain to someone what I am actually doing all day? I’ve tried simplifying it down to saying that I was “mothering,” but that word only makes sense to those who are mothers.
(3) Take into account that I still don’t have anything tangible to show for my time.
If you come to my house at the end of the day, and ask me what I did all day, and I respond that I was “mothering” (sounds so lame…), you look around and see nothing different from the day before. My baby is not suddenly reciting Shakespeare with a perfect British accent. My baby is not three times his normal size. My baby cannot prove that he is 1/100th smarter than he was the day before. And my house definitely doesn’t look any better. 🙂
When I worked in the “real world,” I had lots of tangible things to show for my time at the end of each day. I had lengthy checklists that I would plow through and baskets labeled “To Do” that I would empty before going home. If anyone asked me what I had done all day, they could see the stacks of papers graded, the parent phone calls made, the art displays put up, the orders placed, the clay cut, and so on.
This contrast to mothering makes it even more difficult to grasp that mothers might actually be doing something of value at home with their babies all day. What do I have to show for my weekend? Not a lot. But, man am I tired.

Thoughts on My Weight

11/04/2007

Well, since Caleb was born I’ve been a bit self-conscious of my weight. I put on about 10 pounds before I got pregnant (called trying to finish a master’s degree while working full time). I figured I’d lose it all this summer by playing volleyball and surfing. But, God had other plans. Instead, I added an additional 40 pounds during pregnancy, 22 of which I lost after Caleb was born. So, now I still have another 28 to lose.
My doctor told me not to lose weight any faster than 1 pound a week while breastfeeding. I’m going to follow her advice since I don’t want to get all obsessed with dieting and exercise at the risk of losing milk production or breaking the bond with my baby (I heard some women grow to resent their babies for making them heavier…). The only thing that stinks about losing weight at that rate is that it will take me until around May 18th to be back to my goal weight. That seems like forever.
Of the many things I’ve learned about motherhood, one of the prominent themes is that you never accomplish things on your own timeline anymore. I suppose that accepting my weight and being willing to do a slow, healthy weight loss is the smarter way to go. I’ve already shared before about why weight gain is so hard for me. I hope that I can learn to maintain a healthy attitude about myself while being heavier and not let it get to me.

While We’re At It… Here’s Me

11/01/2007

Well, out of curiosity, I dug out my old photo box and scanned in a few pictures of me as a baby. I’m not sure what age I was in these pictures, but Josh swears he’s seen some of these looks come from Caleb. One thing’s for sure though, I sure loved to eat blankets.
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Father, Son Comparison or My Little Pumpkin

11/01/2007

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The picture on the left is of Josh when he was 3 months old. The picture on the right is of Caleb at 8 weeks old. It’s fun to compare the two! I’m trying to see if I can find some pictures of me that would compare to some of our new Flickr photos. It’d be fun to see who Caleb looks like the most. I think Josh so far.
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And, while we’re here, check out my sweet little pumpkin. We had fun toting the little guy around Whole Foods on Halloween. He got lots of sleep, and we got gelato!

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