Posts Tagged ‘Isaiah’

Monday Morning

Monday, March 8th, 2010

Isaiah is half naked with a broom in his hand. The warm weather we had this weekend revived all the flies in Siloam Springs and they are currently living in my front room. Isaiah responded to this by taking off his pants and diaper and grabbing a broom to destroy them…. he gets that from his father.

My son is a wonderment. I see so much graciousness in him, more so than what Garrett and I have. When I see things that I know I couldn’t have possibly done, but they are so good and wonderful that someone has to take credit, I usually just blame it on God. I think Isaiah is who he is because of God. I haven’t completely worked out that line of reasoning, but I know he is so pure and good that I couldn’t take credit for that.

Yesterday Isaiah was baptized. It took less than five minuets but, I am certain, changed my life forever. For our family, Isaiah’s baptism was a recognition of his membership into the church and the acknowledgement that God redeems us to Himself even before we can acknowledge it through faith. Something about that baptism flipped a switch and reminded me that, “WHOA! This is a human life!” His soul has assigned value in Creation, he is a member in the Kingdom of God, he matters, and I am in charge of his care. THAT was a bit overwhelming. I can say, though, I am thankful that I was given this child, and this assignment, but it isn’t to be completed alone. I have Garrett. Garrett is BEYOND awesome as a father and friend. We also have our community. Our church. Our friends. All these people who are willing to link arms with us and help guide Isaiah, in love, toward a life that is his to live…

Stupid tears

This weekend reminded me, in SO many ways, to hold fast to those who are willing to not take the easy way out. Hold fast to those who will confront the hard stuff with you. Hold fast to those who will affirm that there is good in your despite your shortcomings. Hold fast to the piece of innocence in all of us….

It is that mix of dirt and deity. That innocence and love that shows on my son’s face (even when he half naked annihilating flies).

Happy Monday Y’all.

Ernie

Friday, January 29th, 2010

We’ve been MIA for awhile, haven’t we? It seems that you get to certain stage in pregnancy where eating, sleeping, and nesting are the only real activities of your life. I have been decorating and redecorating and organizing and cleaning. Addison’s nursery still isn’t done, but we are very close.

As we’ve begun to prepare for this big change, we’ve attempted to transition Isaiah the best we know how. He is very fond of my belly and loves to say ‘good morning’ to it. He also loves to rub lotion on it and talk with Addison (who he has randomly started calling “Ernie”). We like the nickname Ernie… we are gonna call her that.  I digress. As we’ve attempted to explain that this room is where she will live, these diapers are what she will wear, etc, he has seemed to understand. He knows babies grow in bellies and that they come out one day. I have this underlying fear that although he seems to understand he will completely freak out when she arrives. THEN I will have that mommy guilt moment where I cry and wonder why I chose to destroy my little boy’s life…. weird, I know.

So I am reading and researching and attempting to figure out how to make this the easiest transition possible.

Cloth Diapers- Our Adventure at Terra Tots

Thursday, January 7th, 2010
 

  

Jasmine: I hope this store doesn’t smell like Patchouli….  Sadie: Yeah! I hate Patchouli!   

 And so began our journey to Terra Tots. We packed the babies up and started the ipod. We decided that throwback high school songs should be the best musical choice. So a bit of Sarah McClachlan and Dashboard Confessional peppered our conversations as we drove to Fayetteville. We entered a beautifully decorated store with a warm greeting from Bernice.   

 Jasmine: “I just need to warn you that ANYTHING you say to me could end up on our blog.”   

 Bernice: *Laughing* “Its okay, I am used to that. We get on a lot of blogs from around here.”   

 I gave Bernice (the lovely owner) the run down:   

 - I care about the environment but I don’t like poop.   

  -I care more about not being poor, cloth diapers save money.      

-I passed on skin allergies to my kids. I think this is a good alternative to the diaper issues we’ve had.    

Armed with that knowledge, Bernice started in on a very long tour of the store. I got my diaper education while Sadie wrangled the babies. Bernice knows her shit (pun intended). She had ALL of the info on what to use, what not to use, and how to use it. I was thankful and surprised to hear her say that she didn’t recommend certain styles. I asked (about a million times), “but the poop…. will it leak out of this!?” Toward the end of our conversation Bernice commented, “You MUST have a strong gag reflex or something.” That was after she tried to feed me this line, “Just think of it as food that was in you that comes out of your baby….it is a natural process.” *Uhhhh! Yeah lady! Spend a day with my poo throwing feral child and then tell me about upchuck reflexes!* I knew I had already decided to take the dive whenever I walked in the store. So I registered (feel free to buy me things…. yes I just said that, even you stranger who reads my blog, you want to buy me diapers?..go for it!) for the essentials and vowed that I would give cloth diapering a shot.    

Prefolds

 

Diaper Cover

The Lavender one is a cover and the pink one is an actual diaper with a Snappy thingy that holds it closed (NO PINS!) 

Cute Diaper Covers

 

 

<—–These are bundles of prefold cloth diapers that you can use with or without a cover   

                                                                                                                               The best part of the whole set up is that there are several different kinds of diapering methods. There are simple cloth prefolds, prefolds with a cover, all in ones, and pocket diapers. You can mix and match to your heart’s desire. All of the covers snap or Velcro. Some ever have adjustable waistbands and leg holes. The picture doesn’t do justice to the amazing inventory this shop had. I am tempted to never let Addison wear pants, so she can show off her snazzy diaper covers all the time!   

 

  

 

   

Da Belly

 

I suppose this has become my staple look: Over sized sweater, saggy pants (because NO maternity pants seem to fit), flats, and a big ole belly!   

 I decided on waterproof diaper covers with traditional cloth diaper prefolds and hemp prefoldsfor at night( I am sure I am calling them the wrong names). I plan to sew some of my own inserts (because I think I am just that hardcore!). I like the method (after hearing about the million other ways) and I think it will work best for us. Bernice was incredibly kind and knowledgeable. I didn’t feel pressured to buy anything or try anything that I didn’t feel comfortable with. It was a big plus that she was enthusiastic about supporting local businesses and cloth diaper makers.   

  Garrett is really excited to go to their cloth diaper workshop on the 23rd of this month.  

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Let me start by pointing out that the cloth diapers? Are really stinking cute. I mean, a few times I was about ready to do cloth diapering just because they are so fancy. Pink! Purple! Aqua! A snazzy retro green with grey! Polka dotssssss! But I’m getting ahead of myself. First, I happened to come into the store carrying a tote bag from another local baby shop that just happened to have the name of the shop emblazoned on the outside. I imagine the two stores are competitors. Oops. Sorry for the fauz pas.  

Second, I was not aware that I was on the adventure in order that I could wrangle the babies. Had I known, I would have swallowed my anxiety pill with a shot of vodka before embarking. I tend to get a little freaked out when the kids are running around all willy-nilly in places where they can stick their hands in stuff. And break stuff. And wipe their noses on expensive blankets. And Norah has a thing for throwing around recently folded clothes, so when we walked in the store and I saw the stacks of cute little organic t-shirts, I honestly thought they would be my undoing. I made it through the past 20 months but those t-shirts are my last straw! Surprisingly, she left the t-shirts alone.  

In fact, for the first 1/2 hour Isaiah and Norah were perfect angels. They went directly to the back of the room where there were toys laid out with the sole purpose of being played with (which, thank you for that Bernice) but eventually they discovered, and wanted to play with, the walking stick toys. Now really, I do not get the purpose of walking stick toys, except to bang them on the floor and make me want to pull out all my hair and use it to plug up my ears. So after 10 minutes all I could hear was “Wheeee!!! Clank clank clank! Crash! Smash!” all under toned by the incessant pinging of the tiny wooden balls inside the wooden death toy.  

Toy O' Death

 

 
I tell you, I was about ready to just leave Jasmine there with the babies and the death toys and the stacks of organic t-shirts and the woolen breast pads and the cute cloth diapers. I was ready make a break for the door and go get myself a chocolate milkshake. Fortunately, just as I was sneaking toward the door, Norah and Isaiah gained a renewed interest in the tiny wooden vegetables and wooden people with their wooden potty. So I walked over to the footstool and slumped down.

  

I was sitting there, innocently looking at my wounded finger when suddenly, the adults in the room (Jasmine and Bernice) shifted their attention to me. “I’m just interested” Bernice began, “Interested in the reasoning behind not wanting to cloth diaper.” I got a little squirmy here, because no, I have nothing against cloth diapering. I will gladly support and encourage Jasmine and Garrett and will even try it out when my creature is born (using Addison’s outgrown diapers) and who knows, maybe it will be something I think I can do. But this humorous post is not the place to really get into my reasons not to take the plunge just yet. Suffice it to say, my history with anxiety and barely managing the basic tasks of household cleanliness after Norah was born were enough of a reason to stick with disposables for now. Ok, so I leave diapers laying around my house. Yes, I know that is gross and sick and lazy, but hey, at least I wrap them up first. And I am willing to bet that I am not the only person in the whole world who does that. But I do it with disposable diapers and I know I would do it with cloth diapers too and people, I draw the line at having rotting poop pads laying around in my living room. I have standards you know! So I explained this to Bernice,and she seemed a little grossed out by my diapers in the living room, but she conveniently had an answer to all my excuses, and to be honest, I began to think about really doing it. But still, I resist.  

At one point I said “So, you have to like, rinse them out when they get pooped in, right?” and Jasmine and Bernice answered in unison, “Well not when you are breastfeeding!” and I was all “Ok, but eventually your kid will eat solid food and then there will be that day when she eats and entire can of olives and you are going to find those partially digested olives in her diaper and then you are going to have to deal with that.” If you had been there, on the olive diaper day, you would get my point.  

 So Jasmine and Bernice, left me, exasperated with me and my plastic diapers and I returned to casually wandering around the store looking nonchalant when I was really planning to burn up those stupid death toys that had, again, made a noisy appearance. I happened to wander by the section of Gently Used Diapers and I picked up a bright green one. I was holding it, considering how cute it would look over Norah’s Luvs when I caught a whif of patchouli. Patchouli! On the green Gently Used Diaper! I threw it back in the bin and hurried away.  

 Eventually the death toys were put in time out, which was a good thing because I just knew that Norah and Isaiah were going to break them and then I would have to buy all 6 of those stupid toys and then they would be in my house FOREVER! And soon after, we left. I fell in love with an octopus t-shirt, some Simple shoes, and Norah banged her head on the concrete floor a few times, just to get a laugh. Other than that, we left unscathed.  

Later that afternoon I was reflecting on my experience and I sent this conclusion to Jasmine via text message: Dear Jasmine,
I love that you are going green but if you start wearing Patchouli deodorant I don’t think I will be able to continue this relationship.
  

     

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That is the story of our adventure! Isn’t motherhood amazing! It is like driving to a destination. You can take lots of ways, back roads or highs walk or plane or train, to get to where you are going. It really doesn’t matter how you get there, as long as you do so safely. So regardless if you cloth diaper, use conventional, breastfeed or don’t, spank or redirect… all that REALLY matters is that each Momma has made a decision that best fits her family and helps her be the mom she wants to be, while keeping her sanity!  

Cheers!  

♥ Jasmine and Sadie  

 

Holiday Wrap Up

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

 

Where have I been?! Lordy! When you actually have a child that is cognizant enough to realize that holidays are actually happening… you have to figure out what traditions you’ll actually keep and what ones you’ll actually pass on… we are still working on that.This is a hard choice for me (since my DNA looks like a meeting at the United Nations).

Isaiah survived. He came out pretty well actually. The Guppy and PopPop (my in-laws) managed to find and purchase the one toy that would induce panic in the lives of my dogs. Noelle and Zoe now run from Isaiah as he screams at them from his Hot Wheels Jeep.

 

Hot Wheels

 

Because what an amped up toddler needs is a motorized something to run into mommy as she attempts to keep balance. Let me tell you, there is nothing better than being 29 weeks pregnant and getting rammed in the back of  the knee by a tiny hard-plastic Jeep. It is awesome beyond awesome. So awesome that I tend to call out the name of the Lord after each lovely encounter (I have been informed that God’s last name doesn’t start with a “D”).

 

 

Holidays make me miss my brother (who passed away in 2006) and very nostalgic. With Addsion’s arrival on the horizon I find my mind meandering back to days when Isaiah was tiny (and not  accosting me with Chinese made toys, THANKS A LOT CHINA!!!). For your viewing pleasure: My little bambino with his daddy, during his first snow (he was about 6 months old!):

 

 

Isaiah's First Snow 007

 

 Hope your Holidays were filled with peace, joy, great memories, and (most of all) LOVE!

Bad Mommy Monday

Monday, December 14th, 2009

It isn’t me who has been encouraging Isaiah to pee in the sink…because at least, then, he isn’t peeing on the carpet!

Ooooh Lets play a game!

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

Guess What I Am Doing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is a game we can play. You won’t win a prize, a giveaway, or shenanigans like that. You’ll only have the beautiful gift of feeling, for a brief moment, what it is like in my life.

Here are your clues:

 

1. I couldn’t find Isaiah

2. I found him in the towel closet

3. He piled up blankets

4. He pulled down his pants

5. He took off his diaper

6. When I asked him what he was doing he closed the door on my face and declared, “…..”

 

Tell me. What do YOU think he declared?

Give up? He screamed, “Close door mom! POTTY!!!”

Uh yes son, what was I thinking… I potty in the towel closet all the time! Someone want to come clean up my towel closet?

Involuntary Childhood Spasms

Monday, October 26th, 2009

I am back! And alive! Thanks for all the well wishes and emails.

 

Leave it to me to make my first blog post after a long sabbatical to be about  guns, masturbation, and nose bogeys. Alas, I am me…

Since Sadie admitted that Norah has pica (I kid) I decided that I should talk about Isaiah’s amazing new (and some old) habits. Vanessa, a good friend of mine, always talks about boys and the things that they instinctively pick up. When Isaiah, who is two years old, started picking up sticks (to destroy monkeys and enemies) and using them as pretend guns, I would gasp, “WHO taught him to be violent! WHO taught him about guns. We don’t let him watch war movies…why is he army crawling!!! ” I am anti-gun. I HATE them… as a result of a traumatic childhood experience. When Isaiah started this I attempted to redirect it. “Isaiah lets hug, not shoot.” My best attempts were thwarted. He just kept pretending to shoot things. Vanessa explained, (loosely translated)” Something about them switches on and they have to hunt and protect and all that jazz.” So now, my precious two year old son runs around the house pointing curling irons screaming, “BLAM BLAM DIE MONKEY!!!” Sometimes I play dead. Other times I snarl, “DO NOT point guns at people- even pretend curling iron guns…GAWWW!” It is like a boyhood involuntary spasm! Something DID just “click” and he decided I was a gatherer and he was a hunter.

Isaiah also went through a stage where he dominated all of his stuffed animals. When I say “dominated” I mean, “Isaiah humped his stuffed animals and the rugs like there was no tomorrow.” No one taught him. Through exploration he just decided, “OH! Mommy has company, I should show them what my body does when I hump this stuffed lamb!” “Ohhhh! Is that high pile carpet? *OFF GOES THE DIAPER*. Let me show you what to do with this…”  Thankfully we have a great set of friends who just laughed off Isaiah’s “habit.”

One other boyhood involuntary spasm that has amazed me has been the action his nose has been getting. How do kids learn to eat their boogers (is that how you spell it?)? I remember the first time Isaiah did the deed. I looked in the rear-view mirror and his knuckle had disappeared into his brain. He gingerly pulled his finger out only to plunge it into his mouth. He clapped and giggled as I tried not to veer off the road from the intense gagging I was doing. “Who taught you that Isaiah?” How did he learn to eat his nose crusty? SICK!! SICK! SIIIIIIICK! Again… something just clicked and he decided he knew how to do this. Since he knew how, he obviously should. Thankfully Dr. Oz  *YES! I learn how to parent from my favorite TV personalities ;) *  says that picking your nose is fine. The only problem is that it can damage the mucus membranes. I think he will survive. Sadly, me and my weak gag reflex might not.

I love these things about kids.  I love that just like a heart beats involuntarily, there are things that little boys and girls do without prompting. It makes me excited to imagine if we have a girl, (the doctor says ultrasound shows 70% girl) what she will do. 

♥ Jasmine

Time Out is Worthless

Saturday, October 10th, 2009

In the interest of telling a story I am also going to open a can of worms. Rather, a bucket of worms in the mommyblog-o-world.

Rusty and I don’t practice spanking or swatting as a regular form of discipline. Lots of thought and reflection, as well as the education that comes with having a bachelor’s degree in psychology have gone into making that choice. I think there is a place for swatting young kids, but I don’t plan on doing it regularly, plus, it would probably end up being useless with Norah.

Once I swatted her hand because she was just being a defiant little booger. She glared at me and then continued with her actions. And once I swatted her butt. She was walking toward the street while I was putting the car seat I ran over to her, swatted her butt (not hard) and said “No! We do NOT go into the street without Mama or Daddy!”

It worked that time. She cried for a long time, and for the next thirty minutes would shoot dirty looks at me before crying again. Jasmine was there, and Isaiah too. It was pitiful and a little bit funny. But that’s the extent of our swatting experience. I use other discipline techniques, like positive reinforcement and redirection. Oh, and time out.

I really thought that time out was working ok. Norah has gotten to where she will sit in her corner until I tell her to get up, and usually she stops doing whatever she was doing that put her in time out in the first place.

However, I am losing my faith in the usefulness of timeout. On Monday I was watching Isaiah at my house. He and Norah were playing with those giant Lego things, and he started throwing them at me. I used all the tools I could think of to get him to stop before I lost an eyeball (he throws hard!) but he wasn’t listening. So I took the block from him and put him in timeout. Before I could even turn around Norah ran up behind me, slapped me in the butt and then laughed and sat herself in time out right next to Isaiah!

So I’m thinking that time out is really not that effective with Norah. She thinks its a game: Slap Your Mom and Sit in the Fun Corner

I don’t know what I’m going to do with that girl.

An Update On My Life…

Thursday, October 1st, 2009

pregnancy cartoon

 

 

If you pee yourself… It is better to do so while at home being tickled by your son. It is also difficult to explain to said son how big boys don’t pee on themselves.

 

 

 

 

♥Jasmine

Bad Mommy Monday

Monday, August 24th, 2009

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It wasn’t me who gave her son a small cup of coffee this morning, Carmel Macchiato to be exact.

It wasn’t me who was too tired to dress or diaper him all last week, so he played naked all day.

It wasn’t me who told him that  Jolly Rancher candy was medicine, and only for mommy.