Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Back to topic ... potty training success

In a return to appropriate subject matter at this venue (and calm my one in-house reader who knows more than two dozen sight words), our official announcement of Alysse's potty-trained status.

Well, potty trained in the category of number ones. She still holds out on the number twos until she's safely in a diaper for nap time, and proceeds upon awaking. This is new territory for the potty trainers, as in our previous experiences the two numbers went hand-in-hand.

We're still working on a method by which to get her to spend enough time sitting still on the potty to complete all jobs. However, with the exception of two diapers daily (one during naps and one overnight) she's footloose and diaper free. Yeah Alysse!

P.S. Today I'm grateful for:

  • a little boy who is too cute for words in a baseball cap.
  • Alivia's wonderful behavior today (as of late she's been struggling to keep her birthday/school excitement contained).
  • a trip to, through and home from Jungle Jim's without a potty accident by Alysse.
  • Alena's love of any artsy project (glue, marshmallows and popsicle sticks make her happy).
  • a husband who has researched the pros and cons of Ohio's Issue 6.
  • a mother who reads this blog ... the good, the bad and the ugly.

The Palin illusion

Preface: With a great deal of restraint, I have managed to keep my political rantings of this election cycle off my blog. I will now proceed with caving to my desires. As a result, I issue the following disclaimer ... I am a self-described left-wing liberal; I have always been and will always be a registered Democrat; I am an American; I am a feminist; and I am a mother. That said, should you not wish to continue reading, please click your mouse NOW.

I hold a bachelor's degree from Indiana University's School of Journalism. Presented the opportunity to interview Sarah Palin I would pose two questions.

  1. When was the last time you cooked dinner for your children?
  2. What is an average grocery bill for the Palin household?

As straightforward as my questions might be, I'd be willing to bet my stash of saved Mother's Day cards she couldn't answer either (well, accurately). This is where my problem with the GOP's vice presidential candidate lies.

Palin's dubbing herself a soccer/hockey mom and her references to the Joe Sixpacks of America don't fly with me.

Most American moms I know work blue/white collar jobs to help their families make ends meet, then come home facing the "what's for dinner?" dilemma. They worry about how much it's going to cost to fill the tanks of their minivans. They lose sleep over how they're going to send their kids to college. They clip coupons to shave dollars off their ever-rising grocery bills.

They don't jet around the country on private planes. They don't go on $150,000 shopping sprees (that would be a great college fund for any Sixpack family I know). They don't make appearances on Saturday Night Live. They don't use their families to get ahead on the American political circuit at the expense of their children.

An all-American, average mom you are not Ms. Palin. As such, please don't project a completely fictitious persona upon yourself and expect me to bite. I won't. In fact, it insults my intelligence.

And at the risk of sounding completely anti-feminist I'll go one step further. Will someone please garner the balls to tell her to get home and take care of her family? Her special-needs baby? (who has conveniently been used for some extra mileage in "shoring up" the vote of special needs parents).

I fault no mother for working. Unfortunately most homes in this great country require a double income to survive. I get that ... I'm a TYPICAL American mom. However, working a typical American job and running for vice president of the United States are not one in the same.

It seems to me the very women crying out for John Edwards' to leave the race when his wife's cancer recurrence was discovered are the same ones embracing Palin. Hello. Elizabeth Edwards is capable for caring for herself, cancer or not. Palin's infant is not. While emerging from the party who has always touted family values, Palin drags an infant along as she crisscrosses the country in a quest for a spot in the White House. Let's now assess our definition of family values, shall we?

You betcha my vote won't go the McCain/Palin way on November 4 for a multitude of ideological reasons (healthcare reform, taxes, the war in Iraq, the economy ... just to hit the highpoints); however, Sarah Palin's presence on the ticket has forced me to evaluate my stance on feminist vs. family, children vs. country and truth vs. illusion.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Alysse: Mission critical

Can you guess Alysse's latest mission that might be causing this laundry discrepancy? Updated reports to come soon ... hopefully she's on the last leg of the operation.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Sneaky, sneaky

A little boy hoping to one day become a cat burglar might practice for his future career by climbing through the window of the family's play kitchen. Again and again and again.

Pay no mind to how many times the whole kitchen might come tumbling down. Do not be discouraged by the increasingly stern warnings of your parents. Carry on cat-burglar-in-training, carry on.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

A classic pumpkin tale

The little fleece pumpkin costume stayed on hold at the store for a day. Knowing it was right, but reluctant to its commonness, I wanted a day to think about it.

Why when everyone else seemed perfectly suited in frog costumes or princess dresses was the pumpkin her? Let's be honest a pumpkin costume for Halloween is rather generic and unimaginative, yes?

But even after getting only steps from the store's door, I knew we'd be back the next day for it. I just had to resolve why the typical, Halloween epitomizing get-up was what suited her best.

After wondering if she is destined to always get the shaft because she's the baby or if being at the end of the line somehow makes her less deserving a thoughtful, original costume, it hit me.

She's a classic. In every sense of the word, Alysse is as classic as a pumpkin costume for Halloween.

Genuine, funny and everything in between, she's a tomboy one minute and a princess the next. She's beautiful, yet ordinarily all-American.

She's classic play while working her toddler puzzles. She's a classic mess with a brownie. She's classic fun running, climbing and sliding in the backyard.

And like most classics, there aren't many like her left, at least in this house. Content with the simple, wonderful with no effort and beautiful with no knowledge of being.

She's my pumpkin ... not ordinary, just classic.