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Because even on a good day I find myself hiding in the pantry sneaking cookies at 4:39pm.

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

Today was a good day.  I planned to take Cy up to a library a few towns over (up? down?) for their end-of-year Summer Reading Program party.  The theme: Go Green!  So I put him in a cute eco-friendly themed-shirt, he actually woke up from his nap right on time- and off we went!

I didn’t really know what to expect.  I kind of accidentally joined their group.  I had gone up there as kind of a fluke (I pass like, 3 libraries on my way to this particular library, but it’s in an area that’s nice to walk around sometimes) and the librarian said I should sign him up even though they usually started kids at 3.  I was thrilled that someone seemed like they WANTED him to participate, and although we didn’t go back much in between I wrote down the books he read as we read them and got to put 29 stamps on the board for him today.  He also got a prize (a few cheap cars, probably and ironically made from some cheap, breakable plastic)(HELLO SUSTAINABLE LIBRARY PRIZES?RIGHT?) which sent him over the MOON, but not as over the moon as the little concert they had for the party.

It was a guy and a guitar.  And a slideshow with pictures of the earth and the planets and the stars, and funny songs about recycling and composting and dances for the kids to learn.  And Cy ATE.IT.RIGHT.UP. He was busting a move, singing along and wildly pointing at the picture of the earth on his shirt

Bust a MOVE.  It was pretty awesome, and I was so proud of his attention span, his apparent care for the environment (haha), and how he tried to sing along and participate.  My FAVORITE part, though was when he leaned on my back with his head resting on my shoulder, his little body moving with the rhythm of the song, and reached around and gave me a cuddly kiss on the cheek.  MW-WA.  It was awesome to be rocking out with him, feeling his joy and affection and enjoying what turned into a total event for him.  And me.  It made my day today.  It made me feel like a fun mommy and a good community member rolled into one.  And when we left Cy waved and said, “Goodbye ‘body!” and laid his little head on my shoulder and went all limp as if to say, “SO tired.” So even if he’s big enough to dance it up at a party, he still needs me to carry him to the car afterward.

Which just reminded me of a post I’ve been meaning to write about how toddlers are a lot like college students.

But anyway.

Have a good night folks.

The Happiest Toddler on the Block?

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

Update.  John ordered it for me along with the stack of books he needs next for school.  Thanks for the offers :) We should do a big communal see who wants to read which parenting book post- see if we can hook some people up.

Hey.  I’m looking for a book- The Happiest Toddler on the Block by by Harvery Karp.  Our library is crappy and I don’t want to BUY it.  (Ok, I do want to buy it.  But this is my last ditch effort to see if I can avoid that.) Anyone out there have it and willing to loan it to me?  I’ll loan a different book in exchange!  Let me know.

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.

In Love with Another Book

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

So many, many moons ago, I was pregnant.  Whilst I was pregnant, I had some time on my hands.  I was done with school, I usually worked half days (toward the end, especially), and usually felt rather miserable.  Thus, I read a lot.  My friend Anisa loaned me this book:

The Beekeeper's Apprentice by Laurie R. King

It was a good, good read. I don’t like mystery novels, not at ALL.  I’ve never liked Sherlock Holmes, in any of his incarnations.  But I read this book and it was smart.  SO smart.  And funny, in unpredictable ways.  I don’t know, it could be that the protagonist is a Jewish Feminist Scholar of theology living in London, Surrey and going to school in Oxford. Um, would you like me to paint you a map of the parts of England I lived in for a year and a half? Yeah.  If books were Patronouses…this would be mine.

Whatever that means.

And then I read the sequel.

Laurie R. King

Laurie R. King

So amazing, right up my alley.

So now, I’m going to find the next one, settle in during some naptime after I take the GRE, and enjoy.

I’d encourage you do to the same.

And is anyone else excited about this?

A Giveaway- Out of LOVE for this book.

Friday, June 19th, 2009

I finally finished a book I bought awhile ago called The Blessing of a Skinned Knee by Wendy Mogel.  I loved every sentence in the book.  I couldn’t get through 5 pages without going to get a pen so I could circle and write exclamation points in the margins.  Her child philsophy comes straight from Jewish teachings and practices, and although I’m not Jewish myself, I found myself wishing that I belonged to the culture she was describing.  She talks about real things, and her book seems to offer a way to integrate religion into real life, unapologetically, while still living in the here and now.  I can’t find words strong enough to encourage you to read it, so I’m going to give one away.

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I feel like I am downright blessed to be able to stay home with my son.  However and in any case, work at home, work out of the home, stay at home, all parents are obligated to raise their children to be healthy, happy members of their community.  I felt it keenly in this book, both the duty and the “how.”

So here it is: Leave a comment on this post to enter.  If I receive 15 (yes, 15!) comments, one person will be picked at random to receive this awesome book.  (A new one, so you can make notes of your own.) I can only ship to destinations in the US, sorry!

This giveaway ends on 7/10/09 at 12pm.

Good luck!

Reading for Pleasure

Monday, February 16th, 2009

Since I’ve been a SAHM I’ve had more time to read.  I’ve read a bit of non-fiction, but after years of working on a philosophy degree I wanted to learn to read leisurely again.  I wanted brain candy.  My best opportunity to read usually comes when Bubby is sleeping but still needs held.   Here is a list of things I read while pregnant/post-delivery and my thoughts.

Pregnancy (the ones I remember…)

Something Borrowed Emily Griffin

Dramatic, a Cosmo-like read.  I related to being the “under-friend,” you know the slightly less sensational friend standing in the shadow of someone so charismatic, that even when she’s mean to you, you feel the desperate need for her to like you.  It was an ok read.

Something Blue Emily Griffin

The followup to Something Borrowed, Something Blue tells the story from the sensational friend’s point of view.  I actually enjoyed this one a lot more.

Babyproof Emily Griffin

This one was my least favorite of all three.  A wonderful couple breaks up because she doesn’t want a baby and he does.  The whole thing seemed a bit draggy to me.  It was ok though.

My Sister’s Keeper Jodi Picoult

I don’t think I like Jodi Picoult’s writing style.  Not enough happened storywise.  There was one problem, and the one side story seemed way off to the side.  The chapters were written around the different characters, and I disliked some of the characters enough to want to skip their chapter entirely.  I’m not sure why people thought it was so “cutting edge.”  Seemed like a pretty obvious argument from Philosophy 101- to genetically engineer or not to genetically engineer?  Old news.

High Fidelity Nick Hornby

I have no recollection of how I felt about this one.  Quite possibly I went into labor and didn’t finish it.

About a Boy Nick Hornby

Erily like the movie.

Coraline Neil Gaimen

I know it’s a kid’s book, but it scared me!  I love it.

Post Pregnancy

I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You Ally Carter

Teen lit, VERY good.  It felt like a female, spy-centered Harry Potter.  I would have loved this book in when I was in high school.  I loved it now.  I’m looking forward to more.

Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging Georgia Nicolson

The name was the most interesting part about this book.  A lot of it was a far stretch, for instance, I’ve never met a 14 year old on the planet who worries that she’s a lesbian because she hasn’t had a boyfriend yet.  The protagonist often thinks things and wonders about things that are just disturbing.  Plus she witnesses her mother having an affair while her Dad is off working in another country and isn’t even phased.  Eck.

The Graveyard Book Neil Gaimen

Seriously good.  I feel cool that I read it before it won an award.  And it IS a good story for kids.  I’d read it to Bubby for sure.  But I also loved it just for me.  Good twist at the end, didn’t see it coming.

The Explosionist Jenny Davidson

Not quite sure what to say about this one…it was very odd.  Revisionist history, weird earth-conscious agenda, the protagonist is in love with her teacher but realizes that she’s ACTUALLY in love with his younger brother…the author wraps up the small issues by the end and leaves the big ones to prepare for a sequel, but the first one still feels undone. Leaving a cliffhanger requires skill.  You have to help your now story feel done while leaving something big open for the then story.  But this author seemed to fix one things while leaving everything else way undone.  Our copy was actually bound upside down in it’s cover, so I thought we might have lost 50 pages or so, but no.  It just ends like that.

Water for Elephants Sara Gruen

Amazing.  Some vulgar parts if you’re if you are easily offended, but brilliant.  It just felt honest.

Year of Wonders Geraldine Brooks

Very very good.  A heroine you can really admire.  I love that in a book.  However, she does lose her baby, which is NOT a good thing to read while you have a baby.  It was very, very sad.

Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict Laurie Viera Rigler

I liked this one.  I’m not a big Jane Austen fan (OH WOW, I KNOW) but this seemed interesting enough to me anyway.  Just a light read about accepting yourself and your situation.

Up next:

Island of the Lost Girls Jennifer McMahon

I’ll let you know how it goes!

Any suggestions would be welcome.

For Shiz, This is Life

Monday, November 10th, 2008

I got out today!!  Yay!  I went to lunch with Anisa- it was VERY nice to go out and chat and not have to worry about Camper crying (thanks Cy’s Dad for being so amiable and watching him so much :)) and eating without worrying that my baby is hungrier than I am.  I stopped by work and saw everyone there, it seems so crazy and hectic!  My life is crazy and hectic, but just in a different way.

Camper has been a bit of a…cranky butt lately.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the cranky butt, but will someone tell me what’s WRONG with him?  Geez.  I got home from my “outing” and he was fine, snuggling with Daddy, but that quickly turned into freaking out.  I gave him a bath, and he seemed to enjoy that.  But as soon as he was dry and dressed he freaked out again.  Finally I put him in the sling, which calms him down and helps him rest, but also requires movement for him to stay calm.  So I decided to clean the kitchen.  So there I am, wiping down counters, sweeping (the tricky part was leaning down to put it into the sweeping pan thing, what is that called?), and mopping with my wee babe in a sling on my chest.  In some ways I felt ridiculous and in some ways I felt kind of like, “Wow.  Check me out.  Ultimate multi-tasker!”

What else is new?  Well, I’ve been reading LOTS still.  Right now I’m reading The Stay-at-home Survival Guide. It does seem written for Moms that would be working were it not for their new baby, which is good (I think that some Moms have always wanted to stay at home with their babies, and while they need support, too, it might be a different kind than those who always imagined working, forever…) but I’m still up in the air about it.  I’ll let you know how it turns out. Next is No God but god, a book John had to read for class and that interests me because, well, Islam is interesting to me.

Other than that, just taking care of my baby, my husband, (who in turn takes care of our baby and me, as well, it’s a nice thing we got going on…) and thinking about preparing for the big move that’s coming up…I should probably get on that, yeah?  Yeah….

New Life

Monday, October 27th, 2008

Some more things that occur daily in my “new life.”

-I spend at least 5 minutes every day looking through the days of the week bibs trying to figure out which day it is.

-I consider, once again, if it would be ok to tape my baby’s pacifier on with medical tape.  (I ALWAYS decide no.  Don’t worry you baby rights activists.)

-Discover spit up in some random place, such as my knee pit.

-I watch something on TLC.  A Mom’s best friend.

-Wash a hundred bottles by hand.  (No dishwasher.)

-Do laundry.

-Play, “Please smile!!  Please please smile!” with Camper.  It’s an incredibly complex game.  It involves bouncing him while saying in a probably very annoying voice, “Please smile!!!”

-Consider studying for the GRE.  Again.

-Consider doing a workout video.  Again.

-Eat a bag of mini M&M’s.  Again.

-Read.  My latest book is Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict. I try not to watch TV whenever Camper feels the need to sleep on me, so that’s where the books come in.

-Cook dinner!  I know, it’s a miracle!!

Time to cuddle my baby.  I love blog/nap time, but it only lasts about 20 minutes.  More later, maybe?

The Weekend Ends

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

The weekend is dying down. It’s another one of those Sunday afternoons that I can’t really remember what it was that I’ve been doing for the last couple of days…

Friday was work and then we all stopped by my friend’s wedding reception to give our congratulations. It was just up the canyon, so we stopped in, said hi, had a brownie, and high tailed it back down. I can’t believe last summer it was me standing in a reception line thanking everyone for coming to see us. From receiving line to receiving blanket in one year. I’d say we don’t waste any time.

Saturday was pretty restful. We went and saw Alicia, Chad, and new baby Spencer. Spencer is such a cutie- 7lbs. and 7 oz. I can’t believe 7 lbs. can look so small. He seems like a pretty laid back baby. You know, most newborns are until they figure out the hunger situation and learn that crying gets people’s attention. Holding him made me want Camper on the outside even more- it’s so close to time. I’m anxious to hold him and wrap him and feed him, and see if with him on the outside this pain in my back goes away…But mostly just to hold him. It was funny during church today- John poked him and Camper poked back. They’re already playing around.

So yes…there was church today, more time checking up on Alicia and family, and then a nap. Hmmm…re reading this post I think I might be boring…but I HAVE been reading a lot more lately! Of the books I’ve really enjoyed there was The Beekeeper’s Apprentice, by Laure R. King. I didn’t think I’d like it at all, it’s kind of a mystery/coming of age type novel complete with Sherlock Holmes and kidnappings, etc. I really liked it though- and it’s a series- so perhaps I’ll have to pick up the rest. Then The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. (What’s with the bee theme?) I can’t believe I had never read that one before. Sad, but real. Then there was Little Men, Louisa May Alcott. It was really sweet to read, but one of those things that you can only take so much of before the sheer goodness of the characters starts to make you feel depressed. I’m kind of excited, because we started a book club at work, and the first one we chose was My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult. I really wanted to start something with the girls at work so that after the baby comes I still have an excuse to see them and get out a bit- maybe even a deadline of something to read. So I’m in the middle of that one, which seems a little weighty, perhaps. But good. And then last night I started reading Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged again. I meant to lend it to a friend, but when I got it out I wanted to remember what makes me so mad at it and still like it so much at the same time. So I guess if my posts seem a little low-action, it’s because most days if I’m not at work or taking a swim with John or my Mom, I’m laying in bed or in my chair and reading something. Here’s to justified laziness as I finish growing my baby :)  But as for now, I’m thinking a little walk around the canyon might be in order before I come back home to resume Sunday restfulness.

Are You Kidding?

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

Let me begin by saying some of the following books could be very helpful resources when considering birth and babies.  I’m not even judging these books by their covers…just by their titles.  I’ve never read any of them.  However, in a recent search for something new to read, I ran across these and just had to mock them.  Just had to.

Birthing From Within by Pam England and Rob Horowitz

As if there is another option….

Episiotomy : Challenging Obstetric Interventions by Ian D. Graham

Yes, please let me pay you an enormous co-pay and then challenge your interventions.

Husband Coached Childbirth by Dr. Robert Bradley

Something tells me I’ll be telling him what to do that day.

Unassisted Childbirth by Laura Kaplan Shanley

Please, if I go into labor, assist me.  Thank you.

Aromatherapy for Pregnancy and Childbirth by Margaret Fawcett

I can only imagine a tiny pot of scented oil being thrown at the wall because really…it won’t help.  I think we’ve gone to far trying to take control of uncontrollable situations.

Birth As An American Rite of Passage by Dr. Robbie Davis-Floyd

Oh come on.  Do we really need to claim everything?