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You smell like tea tree oil. Hippie.

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

So.  I’ve decided…kind of all of a sudden…that I care about the planet.  It started when we moved back to New England and had the option to recycle again.  (I know, I always had the option.  But my parents are actually pretty good at it.  Good job parents! And I recycle almost all of the time now.  Except when I’m in a bad mood.) And then I went all cloth diaper on my baby’s butt.  Mostly it was about the money issue.  And the cute butt issue.  But I started to feel a weird, warm glowy feeling inside about the fact that I was contributing less trash.  Every week when I brought the trash downstairs and it was one small bag instead of three big ones, I had a moment standing in the garage thinking, “Go me.”  And to tell you the truth,  it was the first time I’d felt that way since I stuck the 25 cent plastic ring of the week in the air and yelled, “Earth!” or “Fire” or “Heart!” Yes.  The last time I felt anything significant about saving the environment was back in the days of Fern Gully and Captain Planet and planting Earth Day trees.

I’ve been muy, muy wasteful since then.  It was like someone would offer me something organic or recycled and I was like, “Don’t you have something new with chemicals? Please?  Happy Feet?  Come on. What else you got?”

I don’t know why I care all of a sudden.  I find myself dreaming about solar panels and cloth napkins and steam mops.  So what am I going to do about it?  Well.  I’ve been trying to make a list of small things to do to try and be greener, but I keep making them and losing them. So now I’ll revert to this here blog.  Because apparently when I say things out loud to the Internet they get done around here.

So here’s the plan.

Wait, before the plan, it’s important to note that my husband, child and I are currently residing with my parents.  This means I can’t just randomly turn us into a hippie household overnight.  I must be stealthier.  We went a whole week without paper towels, but I don’t think anyone around here is going to let that happen again. Even though I DID move the plates nearer to the toaster oven to encourage their use in sandwich/toast construction.  But truth told, I do a lot of the cleaning (owing to the fact that everyone else here works a lot and I kind of like doing it, I know, ek) so I can probably be greener there.  Because no one cares how I do it as long as I don’t make the house smell like curry or something.  And really…you can’t get rid of all paper products.  Toilet paper, for instance, is very very important to me.  And one man’s paper towel is another man’s toilet paper.  That didn’t come out right.  Anyway.

Back to the plan.  There is NOW plan, and there is future plan.

I’ll start with future plan.

1) More cloth.  More CLOTH you say!? How can you do it?  WELL…we already use cloth on our kid’s butt.  And cloth in the shower.  I actually don’t know anyone who uses paper towels in the shower.  Silly.  Um…so I guess that leave napkins.  And I think paper towels are sacred to other members of my family.  Like, all of them except for me.  So I’ll have to leave this one off for the future.  But seriously, how cute are these napkins? (And then I think to myself, but I’d have to get a sewing machine.  Or use one.  And that takes energy.  IS THERE A SOLAR POWERED SEWING MACHINE??? Calm down, Erin.)(And also, we actually do use a lot of washcloths/drying cloths around here.  Again, good job parents.)

2) That’s it for the future plan.  I just wanted to make sure that got in there.  But I guess I’ll also go ahead and add in the whole green lunch box thing.  For Camper.  When he goes to school.  Sniff. I just hope he doesn’t get beat up for his cloth napkin.

NOW Plan

1) Steam mop.  I don’t know how I’m going to get you, but you’ll be mine.  And I will steam our floors clean.  With steam.  And hotness and germ killing watery freshness.  And it will be beautiful.

2) Homemade cleaners.  Again, thanks to Jonah Lisa for her help with this one.  I’m going to try the all purpose cleaner first.  Just to see how it goes.  And then move on from there.  Toilet cleaner, mirrors and window, tub…the possibilites are endless with a small list of things to buy.  This means instead of replacing my cleaners, I’ll be buying some plastic spraybottles and things like vinegar and borax and castile soap.  Once I figure out what those last two are we’ll be golden.  I intend to use this cleaner on things and see if anyone notices.  I don’t think they will.  Except for the fact that I just wrote this here.  And the fact that, like usual, things will be clean.  I’m thinking about just continuing to get my essential oils from momsmilkboutique, since I already use tea tree oil for our diapers.

3) Green air.  Coming on this winter I think I’m going to try to do a whole eucalyptus steam fresh thing for Camper in his room.  I think I can use the vaporizer we have now, until he gets old enough to try to dump in on himself…at which time we’ll have to get a cold air one…and stick some essential oils in there known for cleaning gross toxins out of the air.  Like eucalyptus.  And tea tree oil.  I know.  HIPPIE.  If we start to smell please tell me.  (Unless you like it.  I guess you can tell me either way.)

4) No no to plastic.  When possible.  John already digs wood furntiture, which inspired buying a wooden highchair and a real wood crib, etc.  I simply

don’t remember the rest of that setence.  I was mid thought when Camper rolled over on his glowworm, ignited its firey wrath and then freaked out.  He usually loves that thing.  Apparently not when it’s a surprise.

Moving on.

5) I WILL ACTUALLY USE THE GREEN BAGS AT THE SUPERMARKET.

6) After all the stuff I’ve read lately about plastic water bottles and their effects on…er…(rhymes with mesticles) I don’t think I’ll ever buy bottled water again. (And I don’t even have mesticles.) I’ve gotten pretty good at using my other metal-y water bottle that John got me.  Now if I could only wean myself off of the Diet Coke…

7) The travel factor.  I’m going to really, really try to limit my car trips this winter.  I know it’s hard, since my husband COMMUTES to work, but I think if I can plan shopping beforehand and think up fun things to do AT HOME, I can save gas and car time.

8)  Safe crap for craftiness.  Are you eyeballs falling out of the sockets onto the floor yet?  Do you know that there are ENTIRE WEBSITES about what to do with empty toilet paper rolls?  I’ve started secret squirreling trash away in the most organized fashion I know how to try to turn into treasures for Camper.  I think this will result in a) less buying of Crayola craft supplies b) more using up things we already have and c) ways to keep busy at home (and with friends) to avoid taking “drives” just for the heck of it.

Ways I already rock:

1) I use a laptop.  Apparently they use less power than desktops.  GO ME.

2) I use cloth diapers and wipes.  (In hindsight, this might be the reason I’m all about the green clean now.  I’ve seen how relatively small amounts of non-strong soap clean the grossest thing I wash.  After that, sure I can’t ditch the chemicals on the kitchen counter.  Because I just cleaned up some poo with SUNSHINE, HOT WATER and BAKING SODA. Ok. So I used a little bit of soap, too.)

3) I’m super awesome about turning off lights.  And we’re watching less TV during the day.  And maybe I’ll start going to bed with the sun.  Just kidding.  I wish.

Ok Internet, that’s it.  I’m going to try and become a Greener Me BEFORE January, so that I’ll have a running start on this whole resolution thing.  Because it’s our only earth.  And apparently I need more challenges in life.

What’s your favorite thing to do to be green?

Musical Tuesday

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Music has officially taken over my Tuesdays. First up in the morning is Music Together for Camper. We went to his actual class this week (last week we had to do it on Saturday instead because of Target silliness) and I was VERY happy with his group. There are a couple of older kids- but the bulk of the bevy are sitters/crawlers. It was super cute to see them all sitting in the middle of the floor together, greeting each other, and the percentage of people on all fours helped Camper feel secure enough to choose his own instruments instead of letting me get him one and bring it back to him. Music Together is mixed ages, so you can never guarantee an older or younger class. It works out well because the different aged children love to mimic/teach each other and entertain each other. But still…I’m glad to not have to watch his fingers around so many stomping toes.

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On TOP of it, I mentioned something about his super huge noggin and my difficulty in finding hats I like and a mom sitting next to me said, “Do you want me to make him a hat?” I was all…”Huh?” She said that she knits, and she’d be happy to get together with me and make him one, or even teach me. For maybe the first time ever another mom approached ME about doing something out of playgroup. It was nice to meet someone who seems interested in DOING things. Maybe this winter won’t be so long, after all. (Does anyone else get the warm fuzzies when you think about finding that perfect mom friend? Someone to hang out with, do things with, complain to, learn stuff from? LIVES LOCALLY. Is this only on TV?)

So yes, Musical Tuesday will now continue with a new piano student (another Mom, actually. Her husband bought her lessons for her birthday, which is so very sweet) and then my three kiddo students. After THAT I get to see if I can help a friend from high school with HER piano needs, and NEXT week I’ll be adding another man to the mix, as well. HIS wife bought him piano lessons for Christmas. So yeah. Tuesdays are full up. I’m excited. I think if I can get Thursdays started up soon, I might look around for lessons for myself again. It’s so hard because technically…I know what’s going on. It’s just the CONFIDENCE. I literally get all choked up when I try to play in front of people. Ah, we’ll see.

Oh, in other news…Camper has a new obsession.

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The Munchkin Snack Trap.  I gave it to him for the first time on our ride to Music Together, and then on the ride home.  When I went to take him out of his seat he was gripping both handles so tightly that I couldn’t get his arms out of the car seat straps.  When  I tried to take it away to give him lunch he FREAKED OUT.  I’ve never seen him react like this to anything.  He just wanted to keep his little fingers wrapped around those handles.  Maybe it’s because I don’t give him cups with handles usually?  This is special?  He ate holding it with one hand until I brought out the quesadilla, and was able to get it away from him without him noticing.

Seriously people.  Like it’s his new best friend.

Also: Last night I had a dream that I was buying a necklace from a jewelry store on my way home to teach piano.  While I was paying I got a  phone call telling me that my student was already at home, and I needed to get there NOW.  I got into my car only to turn and see John going into the store, but had to go.  I pulled out into the intersection to find it blocked off by police- obviously waiting for me.  And then it gets weird.  I saw them use some kind of weapon, and then a pulse went through the air and my whole body just shut off.  I felt myself relax and realized I had no control over my muscles.  I fought it until I decided it wasn’t worth it and close my eyes.  Then I woke up to find myself in bed.  It was SO WEIRD.  Why were they waiting for me?  What had I done?  They didn’t know I was innocent!  What was John doing there?  It felt so real- and the feeling of having no control over my body and no way to stop them from taking me was- outrageous.  It was enough of a physcial experience that I woke up and thought, “Whoa…cool.”

Cloth Diaper Review

Monday, September 28th, 2009

I finally posted my cloth diaper findings over at my review site.   Feel free to stop by and add your favorites and recommendations!

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Hope, Faith and Charlie.

Monday, September 28th, 2009

When I wanted to get pregnant I had no idea, not even a small one, of the fear that would come along with having a child.  I’m not talking about giving him his first bath or answering his questions as he gets older…but rather the fear that one day I might have to hear him crying in hunger and not be able to give him anything to eat.  Or the fear that he might be sick, for a long time, and that I won’t be able to make him better. Or the fear that something unimaginable and terrible would happen to him.

I think the fear is made worse by TV.  Not gonna lie.   I watched about 5 minutes of that new show Flash Forward and started to twitch.  I can’t watch those disaster movies.  The idea that there are children, alone and afraid and scared and uncared for makes me itchy.  I recently read The Hunger Games and Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins, and although I loved the books….they were almost to far over to that side.  The side where as bleak as things are in the world, you realize that they could be bleaker.

Not something I want to focus on lately.

About a month ago I started reading a book called Hope, Faith and Charlie by Deirdre Carey.  It’s taken me frick forever because as you can see from my last post…I think all I’m really reading lately is Baby Giggles…But it’s the story of Deirdre’s son and their family’s fight with cancer.  I expected to have to put the book aside- another example of how a happy world can tumble and fall and something that would remind me how fragile my son is, how everything could change.  But I didn’t have to.  I read the whole thing and instead of feeding my crazy fears of everything that could go wrong…it made me feel stronger.  People are good.  We beat things.  We are stronger than we think we are, and most of all, our kids are stronger than we think they are.

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In the book Deirdre says that while she was pregnant she prayed for healthy children- as it was something out of her control- she left it up to God and trusted that he would provide.  Well, he didn’t.  At least not in that way. Charlie was sick, but also had the strength and the will to fight and beat a disease.   I have a tendency to want what I want in the way that I want it.  But I guess sometimes we have to just let go and trust that maybe the tools we’ve been given to take care our current situation aren’t what we expect them to be, but they are just as good.  Whether it be health, or strength to get healthy…money…or a will to work and make do.  You can see where I’m going with this.

I guess I just need to get over it.  Stop living my life in some hazy fear cloud that someday something might change for the worst and I might lose what I have or have to watch my child suffer.  I just need to enjoy my son, enjoy my family and work towards better things.  If I have to endure something horrible, well…that’s what I’ll do.  But why drive myself  crazy waiting for it?  I am so blessed.  And honestly, no matter what happens, that never has to change.  It’s just perspective I guess.

Happy Moment

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

Today was busy, busier than usual.  A little crazy, and we got some new assignments and time commitments added to our plate.  All of a sudden (I dare to say) things seem just fine.  Change is starting.  We’re moving in the right directions.  We are where we are meant to be.

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Tonight I laid on the floor and watched Camper push around a giraffe on wheels.  he saw me and came over, climbed up over my legs and on to my chest where he gave me a big kiss and then a hug.  Probably to make up for earlier when I said, “Can I have a hug?” and he gave me a squinty look and shook his head, “No.”  After that he crawled over to his books, picked out one and handed it to John, picked out another one and handed it to John as well, and then stood next to the chair picking up one foot and then the other for a minute suggesting: PICK ME UP.  John scooped him onto his lap and Camper cuddled in.  He loves to listen to stories, point at the smallest details in the pictures and say,

“Gulug gulug”

every once in awhile.

And he always give his “Giggle Baby” book a kiss at the end.

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Today in church he played with his mini magna doodle for about 10 minutes, making lines and then looking at me to erase them.  I was astounded by his concentration.

He spent some time in the nursery because I was helping my mom, and he played sweetly with the other little boy in there.  Even gave him a hug.  The other boy (older than him) said, “I give him cup! I help! I can do it!”  Other children are so important to my kid’s development.  I’m glad for things that make me see that.  They are not just little germ conduits.  There is some serious value in letting him play with others.  Sigh.

Although he has been high maintenance the last few days, he’s also been extra lovey.  And when he sees me give John a hug or kiss, or sees LaLa give Poppop a hug or kiss, he says, “Oooooooooooooooooo.”   It’s really freaking cute.

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And you know what?  I’m pretty high maintenance myself.  So I can’t blame him for that.

My chief complaints about life right now.

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

1) I am addicted to my blog. Seriously people. I.can’t.stop.
2) I have discovered a new obsession, which I must try to keep at bay, and fear that I am becoming a hippie. (Green cleaning, anyone?) Remember the last obsession? It’s working out pretty well, but I don’t want to lose sleep until I have a collection of BPA free spray bottles and assorted natural oils. And whatnot. I must stay calm.
3) I can’t afford a steam mop.
4) I can’t remember what I used to think about before I started coveting steam mops.
5) My kid has a cough, which wakes him up and makes him miserable. And I can’t sleep while sitting on the toilet in a room full of steam.
6) Steam makes me feel clammy and ew. (This is less connected to the mop, which will not make me sticky and ew, and more connected to the only way to get my kid to stop coughing.)
7) Did I mention the cough? Now I know why my Mom used to seem ticked off about the whole coughing thing. (On the bright side, I held a very beautiful/new baby girl at Music Together today, and was this close — to wanting a newer baby. In addition to the one I have. The cough is taking care of that desire.)
8) I discovered through the medical marvel called the Internet that cough syrup might be a conspiracy, and dangerous, and wasteful. And then my hope for sleep tonight died.
9) WTF Vicks Vapo Rub Humidifier thing? Why aren’t you working? SALT? You want more SALT?
10) My husband is more tired than I am after spending his entire Saturday taking crazy exams. Which means BRING IT ON cough. I CAN TAKE YOU. ALONE.  WITH MY GLASSES FOGGED BY STEAM AND MY BACK HURTING FROM THE STUPID RACK ON THE BACK OF THE TOILET. Yeah.  (Until I cry and then go to sleep while my disheveled and weary husband rides out the night with the Camper.  Nevermind. I can do it.)

Lullaby

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

I’ve been looking for this forever.  I had it on a retreat mix from college simply marked “Search Retreat Track 09.”  I knew it was called the Sanctus, but searched for it under everything else without any luck.  Tonight it came on while listening to Camper’s lullabies and after he went to sleep I decided to give the search another try.  If choir robes freak you out, just close your eyes and listen.  The sound of the boy’s voices mixed in with the deeper voices in the background completely overwhelms me.  In the good way.

What do you listen to for lullabies at your house?


Sanctus

Sanctus, Sanctus

Benedictus qui venit in Domine

Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabbaoth,
Pleni sunt coeli et terra Gloria

Benedictus in nomine
Qui venit in nomine

MiniFlux

Friday, September 25th, 2009

September 2009 055He pushed puzzle pieces around on his truck while I cleaned. It was super cute.

So, we are in a state of less flux now.  Still fluxy, but…less so.

Yes, I quit Target.  Whoa a lot of people responded to my little overnight experience.  I also read an article the day after the working experience which I found relevant to the whole situation.  I’m grateful that my little escapade into that kind of working environment was spurred on my wanting a little more wiggle room and not by absolute necessity.  In our bank account it’s a matter of dollars, honestly, but for what’s it worth…well…it wasn’t worth it.  But there are many women and men who are severely underemployed right now, and honestly…I don’t have the answers.  I just found the article and my experience compelling- and I’ll tell you that I’m now looking for ways to live a more provident lifestyle.  Like for example: this week we used coupons for our Secret Nugget runs to McDonald’s. (Yeah, I know, we need to do better than that.  Working on it!)

John has started his new position.  He was hired on as an Internal Auditor/Loss Prevention somethingorother for Kmart.  Again, underemployement (welcome to the area that we live)…but much more flexible underemployment.  And he gets his own office.  And doesn’t have to wear any kind of uniform.  And with about half the driving time as the job in Albany.  Hopefully this interesting new position will afford him more time with us and more time to work on his degree- and spend less time listening to people call in a complain about past sexual partners and their inability to support their offspring.  I mean, someone’s gotta do that job, but the turnover is high because it is not exactly uplifting work.  We’re both grateful for that to be over.  As soon as he gets a more set schedule I think we’ll fall back into a routine and life will be happy again.  He is also scheduled to take teacher licensure tests soon.  We’ve got some plans in that direction- and I think we’ve finally figured some crap out about ourselves and what we need to do to feel good about work.

Now if the economy would just capitulate…we’d be ever so grateful.

Our favorite conversation this past week has been all about China.  We want to go to China.  We’re fostering some serious dreams about teaching English, having Camper know more Chinese than Kai Lan, and coming home with another child.  We’re not all Angelina Jolie about it, but we’ve both always (even before we met) wanted to adopt at least one child.  We don’t anticpate this happening any time soon (definitely not before John finished his master’s degree) but I love talking about it.  Picturing it, although I have no idea what living in China would be like.  I remember when I lived in England I was surprised at how different things can actually be.  Grass, sidewalks, stores, food, even public toilets.  Coming back after being gone for almost two years was the same.  Odd, more different than I thought.  (The biggest difference was that everyone said: “CAN YOU SPEAK UP? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”  Geez Americans are loud.) It was a sincerely expanding experience.  And we want that together as a family.  (Honestly, I don’t even think we’re that picky about the country.  Just one with decent medical care and stable government, and we’re there given the opportunity.  As long as you need a passport to get there.)

In other random thoughts: I’m starting to rethink my commitment to different public playgroups this winter.  I’m definitely going to do Music Together, but other than that and something that I think I’m going to try and organize through church, we might just be homebodies.  I realize that all this flu stuff isn’t as scary as some people are making it out to be, but I think staying home and working on projects and playing outside in the snow and occasionally hitting up the YMCA pool might be enough to keep us sane.  And less sickish.  And less poor.  The past three days with a cold/flu/teething baby (post vaccination nastiness) has made me want to work even harder on keeping us healthy this winter.  Doing things that I should be doing anyway will keep us pretty busy.  Cooking good food, maybe even baking bread.  Cleaning our home and taking care of our kid.  Teaching piano brings kids into the house that Camper loves to play with.  I think that I just need to redouble my domestic determination.   Sometimes I do SO GOOD and feel SO AWESOME about the nutritional/educational/spiritual nourishment my family gets.  This past two weeks Camper’s schedule is ALL over the place- and I’m not much help.  Last night when he said, “Mom, I really don’t feel like going to bed, can I stay up and watch Glee with you on the DVR?” I was all, “Eh, ok.”  Snacks are happening more often lately, less planned meals.  More nuggets.  I think the ONLY thing I’m consistently getting right is the whole cuddle-on-demand situation we have going on around here.  But our little family needs more.  I realize what schedules and meals are worth and need to put in the proper effort. Remember?

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Unfortunately, we fall behind.  And forget.  And YO I JUST CAN’T COOK THAT MUCH.

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(Just for the record, I didn’t write that.  But I echoed the sentiments precisely.)

But it’s time.  It’s time to get cooking again, start getting rid of unnecessary things and work on some good habits.  So yes.  This here blog, some good TV, my role as wife, mother and piano teacher.  Maybe some exercise if I can figure it out.  That’s my plan this winter.

Also, today I moved Camper’s room around…AGAIN.  Holy crap this time I used a SCREWDRIVER. (Hopefully better than the last time I got out some tools and ended up killing the phone line by wadding up the phone wire things and taping them together before getting them out of Camper’s reach.  Yeah.  I rock.)   I think I’ve FINALLY MANAGED to make it safe enough that if he were to…I don’t know…start to use a toddler bed type situation…I’d be confident in his safety.  I don’t know why I was so obsessed with that, but I was.  And now it’s done.  Well, it will be as soon as John can get around to making the closet door close.  Darn New England houses.

And if that’s not a disjointed entry for ya, I don’t know what is.

What do you feed your child? I really want to know!

Friday, September 25th, 2009

So I’m not a healthy eater.  I am SOMETIMES, but Ramen Noodles or Frozen Pizza are dinner for me more often than I care to admit.  Often enough that I capitalize them, apparently.  For about 3 months or so my Mom and I were GREAT at trading off cooking duties- and husbands and babies benefited greatly.  But then it all went downhill.  I think we’re just going through a fallow season, but regardless of whether or not the adults in the house are cooking good food- the BABY needs good food.  He also eats earlier than we do most days (usually around 4pm, while I’m cooking grownup dinner if I cook) and then has another snack around 6 before bed.

His diet (i.e. things he willingly eats) consists of a few things:

Noodles: (Wheat noodles and WackyMac) He eats them plain.  I put some shake cheese on them once and caused the Great Meltdown of 2009.

Fruit: Bananas, Apples, Pears and Peaches.  Other seasonal things.

Veggies: Carrots and Peas that I mix into pasta.  He used to eat broccoli and cauliflower.

Chicken Nuggets: Its own food group.

Sweet potato french fries.

Toast with various toppings.

Cheese.

Yogurt.

Mac and Cheese.

Tortillas, goldfish crackers, whole wheat crackers, bread, muffins, etc.

Oatmeal.

More noodles.

Uh….yeah.  Sometimes he eats our dinner or lunch food, if he’s in the mood and it’s presented just right.  I probably need to go back to trying things like hummus and avocados (avocados seem out of season now).  He’s had tuna like…once…spread really thinly on bread.  I’ve given him maybe one hot dog total.  I worry about sodium.  Someone once told me scary stuff about carrots that I don’t really remember, but I’ve avoided them ever since I stopped cooking them for his baby pastey food.

So…here’s my question.

What do you feed your kid?  I’m interested in two things:

1) Freezer foods that are actually good for us.  Things that are not deep fried but that I can just buy and have on hand to fix quickly.  Preferably affordable and good for both babies and grownups.

2) Foods that I can prepare once and freeze and have for a while.  I can do recipes with like…5 steps.  I’m just trying to keep it real here.  I have a rice cooker, so I can do casseroles now.

Basically, the freezer is my friend.

Also, any favorite canned foods/soups that won’t put my kid on heart medication before kindergarten?

Commiseration: Go!

Thursday, September 24th, 2009

Every few months my kid decides he rather not sleep.  It’s like he wakes up from a good nap, says, “Eh, I think that’ll do me.” and then, “I don’t want to sleep anymore.  Make arrangements, will you?”  And we go from there.

Strangely, it always seems to coincide with a crazy tooth coming out (we got a molar, a biggun breaking through, and it’s GROSS), his shots (EVERY DANG TIME) and a runny nose.

I want Sleeeeppppp.