If you must know – there were also three Kool-Aids, two hot dogs and sloppy nachos involved. Yum…
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H1N1 is spreading around here like wildfire. Every day I hear of new cases, more schools closing and so on and so forth.
We decided not to vaccinate our kids against H1N1. We decided this for a couple of reasons. First of all, the vaccination is too new. I don’t trust it – plain and simple. And I cannot get a concenses from doctors as to whether or not it’s a good idea. Some say definately get it, others say definately don’t. So in my mind, the risks outweigh the benefits.
Second, I’m not even sure that I would be able to get it. Sloan’s school has to keep pushing back the date on the vaccine because they haven’t received their supplies yet and I would only be able to vaccinate him. I don’t even know that I could get it for the other two – if I wanted it, that is.
Third, I feel like it’s inevitable that we’re going to get the swine flu. I’m taking every precaution I can think of short of holing ourselves up and barring the door. The kids are getting double the amount of vitamin C, I’m faithfully administering their JuicePlus vitamins, I’m serving them more green vegetables and raw fruits, we’re washing hands, I’m *limiting the amount of dairy they receive, I’m washing sheets more frequently in hot water and so on and so forth. I’m not really sure what else I could be doing.
Despite all of that, however, I feel like this H1N1 thing is a ticking time bomb and I would almost rather we just get it and move on. I know that sounds terrible and I’m not hoping my kids get sick, but if they’re going to get it, I’d rather it happen sooner rather than later so we can move on our merry way.
I heard on the radio this morning there are 1300 confirmed cases of the swine flu in the St. Louis area, which is more flu than doctors usually report in an entire season. It really is spreading like the plague. Even my friend Nicole has been affected and she takes similar precautions to me.
So we’ll see what happens. I heard that this week there were 13 confirmed cases at Sloan’s school and five kindergartners were home sick today (I don’t know if they were any of the confirmed cases or not) so we’ll just take it one day at a time. I did get the kids a seasonl flu shot this year for the first time since 2006 in the hopes that if they do come down with the swine flu it will be a milder case. Who knows? It’s just crazy.
* There are studies that say that dairy products increase the amount of muscus your body produces, so by cutting back on dairy, I’m hoping to help their bodies eliminate as much unneeded mucus as possible. I can’t cut it out all together, as my kids love their milk. But I’m pretty much only giving it to them in the morning at this point, rather than throughout the day.
Anyway, moving on…
Today was Sloan’s first field trip to the pumpkin patch and oh my goodness he was excited. He’s talked about it all week. Yesterday when it rained all day long, Mother Nature and I had a long talk about how she better not ruin my boy’s first time to go somewhere with his class, and she obliged somewhat – if you count freezing cold and overcast obliging. But alas, at least there wasn’t any rain.
I didn’t think I would get to go because I didn’t have anyone to watch Tia and Landon, but at the last minute my friend Jessica offered to keep them and I was able to surprise Sloan and show up. I’m so glad I went! It was fun to see him in that environment. Thanks again Jessica!
And I think he was glad I was there. When no one was looking he gave me a big hug. Of course, when he was eating lunch with one of his friends, he said I was weird. Ha!
I’ll take it.
So that was a fun highlight of the morning. And now I’m off to get the house in order because Lee and I are going on a date tonight. A date! What is a date?!
I’m not sure what we’re going to do. We wanted to see our friend Joe and his band play downtown, but they aren’t going to start playing until 10:30 or 11:00. Couple that with the fact that our babysitter doesn’t drive, which means I’ll have to drive her home and the knowledge that we have three little alarm clocks that will drag us out of bed at the crack of dawn tomorrow.
Needless to say, we’re not going to do that to ourselves. Getting old bites.
We may go see a movie instead, which sounds like an old person thing to do, but I was thinking about it today and I’m pretty sure it’s been about two and a half years since Lee and I went to the movie theater together.
I think we’re due for a movie night…
Happy weekend!
Wednesday nights are busy for us. The kids have Awana’s at church and Lee and I serve in the music ministry. So it’s always late when we get home on Wednesday and roll our sleepy babes into their beds.
And this morning was the first time we’ve ever overslept. I rolled over at 7:15 this morning and for a brief moment thought about just going back to sleep and letting Sloan play hooky today.
But reason got the best of me and I dragged him out of bed around 7:30, clapped my hands several times, and managed to get him on the bus at 7:57 with hair and teeth brushed, and a tummy full of Cheerios.
Because I rock.
Of course, Landon is still in his soggy diaper and jammies, but one out of three ready to go isn’t bad, eh?
The thing is, it’s so hard to wake them up when they look like this:
I couldn’t even get a picture of Sloan because he was snuggled so deep into his covers that all I could see was a smattering if blonde hair splayed across his pillow.
So the day started a little hectic but the good news is, we’re all well rested! How was your morning?
A post I wrote about my family heritage went up on 5 Minutes for Mom yesterday. Go check it out when you get the chance!
This weekend’s Interactive Festival went off smashingly. We had a great turnout (I believe there were just under 100 people there) and had relatively no major glitches.
We got a ton of positive feedback and people seemed to really enjoy themselves and learn a lot.
As for my panel – it went great! I didn’t stumble or stutter over my words, I kept the conversation flowing (thanks to a fabulous panel of speakers and a very participatory audience) and I didn’t once have to imagine someone in their underwear. Whew. I had a blast doing it and can’t wait for next year’s event!
As for the rest of the weekend – honestly, Interactive took up most of my weekend. The kids had a great time playing with their grandparents, since Lee was out of town visiting friends. On Sunday afternoon, I decided to take the kids to Twin Oaks Park for our annual picture taking session. I sat in on a photography panel on Saturday and was excited to try out the new tricks I learned.
I think out of 82 pictures I managed to come out with about 9 really good shots. Sooooo…I clearly need a little more practice. It didn’t help that Landon was 100% not into having his picture made, and Tia wasn’t overly thrilled either.
Here are a few that I got:
I’ll be back tomorrow with actual content for you to read. In the meantime, have a blessed Monday!
I don’t have much for you today. I’m so busy working on this Saturday’s St. Louis Interactive Festival that I haven’t had much time for anything else. Oh, and my internet was down all morning.
I KNOW, RIGHT?!
Please, if you are interested in attending the Interactive Festival, I encourage you to do so. We have some A-HA-MAZING speakers lined up. Seriously – top notch folks. Don’t believe me? Check out the St. Louis Bloggers Guild site and read for yourself. Every day this week, I have been writing out descriptions of each panel and giving you the bios of all our speakers.
It’s FREE to attend AND your registration includes breakfast, lunch and beverages! What a deal! You should come!!!
M’kay – moving on…
I had an interesting little conversation with Tia this morning as I got dressed. It went something like this.
Tia: “Mommy, I wike your undawear.”
Me: “Thanks, Tia.”
“Tia: “Who buyed dat for you?”
Me: “Nobody – I bought it for myself.”
Tia: “You buyed your own undawear?”
Me: “Yep.”
Tia: “Well, who buyed you your pants?”
Me: “Nobody. I bought these pants for myself.”
Tia: “Why you buyin’ you own cwothes?”
Me: “Well, when you get to be a grown-up, you just usually buy your own clothes.”
Tia: “Dat woody thtinkths, Mommy.” (That really, stinks) I fink dat sounds bowing (boring).”
Me: *pause* “Well, it does kind of stink doesn’t it?”
Being a grown up is so boring…
There are days when they fight,
When they kick, scream and bite
There are days when I feel
Like I’m losing my mind.
Those are the days I don’t really like.
But then there are days – snapshots frozen in time,
When they laugh, sing and play,
These days I like.
My kids love a good story. And as story tellers go, I have to say, my husband and I are pretty good.
Remember this story that Sloan and I concocted with his Star Wars figurines and a dollhouse?
While my stories tend to be rather fantastic and, erm, out there (think unicorns and flying mommy’s) Lee are more realistic and he adds a lot of special sound effects. He’s actually freaked Tia out with his stories so much that she immediately burrows under her bed covers before he even begins.
And, well, you know how we get pleasure out of terrifying our poor children…
Last night was a beautiful fall night. A little cold for my liking, but pleasant enough for us to take a long walk as a family, then come home and build a fire in the fire pit and roast hot dogs, then sit in a circle and tell stories.
When Lee began telling his story about two little boys camping in the woods where a Big Foot was known to live, a hush fell over our little group. Tia climbed into my lap and put her hands over her ears as Lee ran around in the shadows of the yard, growling softly, rattling the chain link fence and stomping around.
Midway through the story, Landon climbed into my arms. Because he’s a bit of a mama’s boy and tends to get jealous when others get my time, I assumed he just wanted to let Tia know that he had a solid stake on the territory of my lap.
Lee ended his story by telling us all to close our eyes. When we did, he dashed back into the darkest part of the yard and shook the chain link fence letting out a fierce growl. Sloan and Tia screamed and laughed. I let out a mock scream and we all folded over in a heap of giggles at daddy’s fantastic tale.
Until, that is, I tried to extract my poor third child from my arms only to discover he had a death grip on my neck and his little heart was racing wildly. I pulled his face back just enough to tell him everything was all right and he dissolved into tears and buried his face in my neck.
Landon is only 21 months old, so we didn’t even realize that he was paying attention to our story, much less comprehending it. But he did, poor baby, and we scared him half to death. He moaned “Daddy,” and refused to let go of my neck.
I finally extracted him enough to pass him off to Lee who held him tight and reassured him everything was okay, while we both cracked up looked on in pity feeling deeply saddened that we had scared the boy so much. Of course, Daddy always has the ability to make everything better and in no time had Landon laughing and happy again.
So, needless to say, I think we have sufficiently damaged the third child enough to ensure that he’ll need significant therapy as an adult to deal with his irrational fear of that mythical creature called Big Foot.
Yay us.
(eyeroll)
Mornings are crazy. We manage to get out the door, but not without a bit of stress. Can anyone identify?
Here’s how a typical (hectic) morning in the Stuart household looks:
Up at 7:00 – I know, I know…We should get up earlier; things would run so much more smoothly. I got it!
After breakfast is eaten, beds are made, teeth are brushed and kids are dressed, it 7:55. Awesome – we’ve got 5 minutes before the bus arrives. Just enough time for my blood pressure to level out.
Oh, but wait! It’s getting colder, which means we need coats on, and oh yeah! The hall closet is so packed with coats that by the time I dig one out that actually fits, it’s 7:58. Up goes the blood pressure and, at this point, I actually begin clapping my hands.
Yes, sometime in the last year, I actually morphed into the mom who claps her hands at her children. “C’Mon guys, we gotta go out. Let’s go, go, go!” clap, clap, clap.
By the time we manage to get out – usually Landon is the one who ends up outside without his shoes or coat on…poor third child – my heart is racing and I feel like I need a stiff drink. Don’t worry – I don’t imbibe. At least not yet.
Once child #1 is packed off to school (loaded down with hugs and kisses – I’m not mean mommy), it’s time for mommy to get dressed because I’m usually shivering out on the front porch barefoot in my pajamas. Once I get myself dressed and ready and finally get the poor third child fully clothed, I usually discover that Tia has shed her socks and shoes somewhere in the recesses of our house.
And by the time I get her shoes back on her feet, Landon has shed his shoes somewhere in the recesses of the house. So I threaten Tia within an inch of her life if she removes her shoes again, I clap my hands a few times for good effect, I locate Landon’s shoes and I pack the two younger kids in the car, not even bothering to put Landon’s shoes back on his feet.
At this point, I usually notice that the dog’s food and water bowls are bare and guilt sends my running back in to fill them.
When I come back out, it’s not uncommon to find Tia jumping around in the car rather than sitting in her seat with her belt buckled. Thus necessitating the need for more clapping.
My hands are getting raw.
I hop in the car and then it hits me. Where are my keys?! Where are my KEYS?!?
With the clock an ever present reminder of just how late we really are, I search, I tear, I mutter and growl, I stomp around the house, I pass the key ring hanging just inside the door where Lee always tells me to hang my keys when I come in and I glare at it for good measure.
(This evening, when running late for russian school, I may or may not have muttered a few choice words under my breath as I frantically searched for my missing car key. All the while Lee looked at me in mild amusement and wisely stayed out of my way. I found it in the bottom of my purse, by the way. Only after I checked there for the third time.)
Usually, though, I find them someplace really obvious, like the pocket of my jeans, or on the bathroom floor, or under the crumbled mess of snacks in the bottom of the diaper bag.
And somehow, I make it out the door, dropping Tia off with seconds to spare (loaded down with hugs and kisses, of course).
And many days I head to the gym where I drop Landon off and I fight the urge to curl up in the fetal position in a dark corner and suck my thumb.
Seriously, while I make it seem absolutely awful, our morning routine is not horrible, but it is hectic. Getting three kids dressed and ready to get out the door can be stressful.
So what about you? How do you make it out the door in the morning?
Memo2 – click the link to listen to Sloan and Tia sing one of their russian school songs…
Happy Wednesday.
It’s a lazy, rainy day and I have a lot to do around the house this morning, so I am recycling one of my post’s from last year. With Halloween approaching, I figured it was a good time for this re-post. This was origianlly posted on October 28, 2008.
As the Halloween season approaches I thought I’d pass on the name of a great book that I think is important for parents to read – particularly those who struggle with the concept of Halloween.
It seems that Halloween has gotten a bit of a bad wrap over the years. What can be, and should be, a fun, innocent holiday for children has been mired by slasher movies and horror tales of cult-like sacrifices. This, in my opinion, is unfortunate because Halloween is really a fun time for both children and parents.
The idea of Halloween being a pagan holiday is particularly prevalent among christian circles. I understand where this is coming from. In fact, Lee and I really debated whether or not we would celebrate Halloween with our kids. Both of us just assumed that Halloween was a holiday that opened the door to evil and wondered if we should just scrap it. But, when Sloan was born, it broke my heart to think of not dressing him up and parading him around the neighborhood, showing off his cute, fat cheeks and racking up a little sugary delight.
I also couldn’t figure out how to not celebrate the holiday without it seeming weird and legalistic. Did we hand out candy to Trick or Treaters, but just not take our kids Trick or Treating? That didn’t seem right because it just makes the practice of Trick or Treating seem wrong.
Did we turn off all the lights and hide in a dark corner all night, ignoring the Trick or Treaters on our front step? That didn’t seem like a good conclusion either because how would we explain that to our kids?
And, while I love fall festivals that church’s put on and have no problem attending them, the fact is, they are still a celebration of the holiday called Halloween so I didn’t see how that was a reasonable alternative to Trick or Treating.
So before Lee and I made a decision, I decided it was time to research Halloween. And I am glad I did!
I came across a book called Redeeming Halloween: Celebrating Without Selling Out. This book was published by Focus on the Family, a reputable christian organization whose focus is, oddly enough, on issues that affect families. I learned a lot from this book.
Perhaps the thing that most surprised me was the fact the Halloween, the original holiday, is not pagan but rather a Christian holiday. It stands for All Hallow ‘een or “the eve of the holy ones“.
Under the reign of Nero, a tyrannous and horrible Roman leader, christian’s were brutally murdered in public places. Literally thrown before the lions, christians in early Rome were martyred for no other reason than that Nero felt threatened by them. In A.D. 610, as the church gained more honor, these martyrs were officially recognized and given their own holiday, All Saints’ Day or All Hallows Day. This holiday eventually landed on the calendar on November 1. It was meant to be a day for the church to remember and recognize the believers who died for their faith.
(Incidentally, if you’re looking for an excellent read on the early Christian martyrs, I highly recommend the book Quo Vadis. It’s a novel, but it’s so historically factual that it barely passes as fiction. It is one of the most fascinating books I’ve read in a long time.)
Now, there is no denying that this meaning of Halloween has been wildly distorted over the centuries. But the fact remains that Halloween is not pagan, and this book gives great suggestions of ways to celebrate Halloween by merging the traditions that we have today, Trick or Treating, with the true meaning of the holiday. After all, isn’t that what we try to do at Christmas as well? If you think about it, Christmas has also been dreadfully distorted and paganized.
So where did the costumes and trick or treating come into play? The authors state that there is no real conclusive evidence as to where this tradition began but there is some historical evidence that in the mid-1800’s, masquaraders would go from door to door performing plays in exchange for food or drink.
Around this time, a large population of Irish immigrants came to America bringing with them a tradition known as “mischeif night” where they would canvas neighborhoods playing harmless tricks on their neighbors. By the 1920’s, however, this tradition had gotten out of hand leading to true vandalism, so a small town mayor instituted a night where “good” children could go to neighbor’s homes and shops, crying “Trick or Treat!” The idea was that the shop owners should give them a treat so they wouldn’t be “tricked.” Placing this tradition on the eve of All Hallow’s Day was merely a way to designate it as a once a year occasion.
So, for those of you who may be unsure of whether or not to celebrate Halloween, I highly recommend this book. You still have to do what you feel is right for your family, but you owe it to yourself to be educated about the decision you are making.
For those of you who celebrate Halloween but feel guilty about doing so – Don’t! You don’t have to skulk around on Halloween hoping no one from church see’s you taking your kids out. Bottom line is that there are ways to enjoy the innocence and the fun of Halloween without partaking of the evil that pervades.
So, in closing, Happy Halloween!
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