Friday, April 12, 2013

Desperate review

Desperate: Hope for the Mom Who Needs to Breathe
by Sarah Mae and Sally Clarkson


I’ve been looking forward to reading this book for a while, since I’ve read so many good things on blogs I read.  I didn’t love the start, but I’m glad that I pushed through.  I enjoyed reading this book.

To be honest, I didn’t love some of the writing from Sarah Mae at the beginning of the book.  She sounded negative and I just didn’t agree.  By the middle of the book, I could understand more of her message and by the end I was looking for more books by her!

This was my first Sally Clarkson book and will for sure not be the last.  I really liked her writing style and she seemed like an experienced, older woman that I would want to be friends with in real life.  She wrote some good truths.  I’m finding that books of this nature are just what I’m needing right now, figuring out life as a stay-at-home mom with a young child.  These women speak about things that go through my head but I can’t fully explain.  It’s always wonderful to not feel like you are the only one dealing with situations, thoughts, and struggles that you are going through.

In each chapter there was a note from Sarah to Sally and one back which was related to the chapter focus.  Sarah started the chapter with her words and Sally finished.  I felt like I was getting prepared for what I was about to read, told experience stories from Sarah and finished with wisdom and experience from Sally.  Great layout.

I recommend this book to moms of any age, especially new moms or ones with many children.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Nanny Dog

Ever since announcing that I was pregnant, people have asked about if I was worried about my dog and my baby.  You see, Libby is a pit bull mix, a misunderstood, but excellent, bully breed dog.  I will admit that before I became involved with the Twin Cities Pet Rescue, I had my reservations about pit bulls.  So much of what I had heard about them was from the news and mostly about dog fighting.  

What a beaut.
My reservations completely dissolved the day I met Libby.  My cousin brought her over to my house (sneaky lady, she is) and once we saw how great she was, told us that she needed to find a new foster family for her so they could get another one.  Ethan was totally in love with Libby, so it was decided, we would take her.  That decision is one of the best we have made.  Libby is such a happy lady, so social and loving.  

I will admit, Libby is the worst guard dog I’ve ever seen.  When someone comes in the door, she goes to greet them with a wiggly butt, a “smile” on her face, and an “I’m so freakin’ excited to see you!” attitude.  Most of the time she will also look around for something to bring to show off, something like a toy, a bone, or a stick.  She brings it so proudly.

Pit bulls used to be nicknamed the “Nanny dog” because they would keep children safe and look after them.  Libby has 100% lived up to this title.  We put Emmett on the floor in our living room (for tummy time, etc) and sometimes we will need to go to another room for something.  Don’t worry, Emmett can’t move too far yet.  When we come back into the room, Libby will be laying next to Emmett on the floor, moving from her comfy dog bed.  She lets Emmett (or other children) pet her, even if it isn’t too gentle.
"I'll look after Emmett, don't worry."
One of my favorite interactions that Libby has had with kids happened in the summer of 2011.  I brought her to one of Ethan’s softball games and there was a 6 year old girl who was very interested in her.  I hadn’t seen Libby with a lot of kids, so I was interested to see what would happen.  This little girl pulled Libby’s hair, tail, and ears.  She even lifted Libby’s upper lip over her nose.  Libby sat there and let this little girl do whatever she wanted, without so much as pulling her head away from the lip-over-the-nose trick.

Am I scared about having a pit bull with my baby?  Heck, no.  Libby is the best dog that Emmett can grow up with, and I can’t wait to see them be best friends.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Cleaning House review

Cleaning House: A Mom’s Twelve-Month Experiment to Rid Her Home of Youth Entitlement
by Kay Wills Wyma
What an excellent book.  The family focused on one thing each month, such as hosting a party, learning to fix things around the house, and laundry.  Wyma found that her kids just expected everything to be done for them, clean clothes, toilet paper, buying a car.  She wanted to show them the behind the scenes of everyday living.  She had them grocery shop, cook a meal a week, make their bed, plan a party from start to finish, do big house projects, clean the bathroom, work together for a greater goal, serve others, and learn manners.

I appreciated reading this book now, when Emmett is just a baby, to prevent too much entitlement.  I will also read it again later on, to be reminded and for ideas to focus on.  Wyma told about her “enabling” of her kids, due a lot to her wanting things done right.  I think this happens a lot now days, except it’s usually because it is just quicker for mom to take care of things than it takes to teach the skills.  In our fast-paced world, it’s probably true, but this doesn’t help our children later on in their life.  Mom won’t always be there to pick up toilet paper and do housework for her kids.  

I’m really hoping that I will take the time to teach Emmett (and any other children we have) early on, even though it will take more time and won’t be done just exactly how I like it.  

From the manners chapter, three “rules” in dealing with people:
  1. Address adults by name and look them in the eye.  “Hi, Mrs. Someone...”
  2. Thank people by name.  “Thanks for the help, Lucy.”
  3. Answer a question with a question.  “I’m well, how are you doing?”

3 points I especially liked:
Future spouses will most certainly thank us for equipping their husbands and wives in practical living skills.
Culture doesn't determine who people become.  People determine what the culture will be.  Might our equipped, empowered, unentitled kids be the ones who set the course for the future.
Do I love them enough to step aside rather than step in?

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Ways to Save Money When Grocery Shopping

  1. Eat before you go.  Every food product looks good when you are hungry, especially those totally bad-for-you-and-won’t-fill-you-up-anyway foods.
  2. Plan what meals you will be making for the next week or two.  Brilliant.  Once I know what meals I am planning to make, I can move on to the next way...
  3. Write out a list of items that you want.  This list makes for no aimless wondering in the aisles.  Get in, get what you need, and get out!
  4. I like to leave room for one item that was not on my list.  I call it my list+1.  That way, I can stick to my list, but have something that I may not have planned for.  Sometimes this means cookies, sometimes it means tortillas.
  5. Bring a calculator to see what is the best price.  Sometimes more doesn’t make for a better deal.  I calculate what the price should be for different quantities.  Some stores have the price per unit marked on the pricetag, which is super helpful.
  6. I start out my grocery shopping trip at Aldi.  I get as much as I can get on my list there and then go to Target for anything else I need.  I did a price comparison (yes, I’m somewhat of a nerd) and I paid 1/3 less at Aldi than I would have for the same items (different brands sometimes) at another store.
  7. Since I really am a pretty big nerd, I wrote down prices per unit of items from Aldi and Target and kept the list in my purse.  Then when I was at a different store, I always knew what my best price was for an item.

Other ideas that work for some as well:
  1. Use a cash budgeting system, like the Dave Ramsey way.  I don’t love to have to go get cash and I’m pretty stingy with my spending, so I just use my debit card.
  2. Sticking to the outsides of stores.  A lot of grocery stores are set up that the refrigerated items (like milk) are in the way back so that you will hopefully walk through the rest of the store and grab something on impulse.
  3. Sometimes the big bulk stores (like Sam’s Club and Costco) have better deals.  I don’t have a membership, so I can’t say that for sure.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Always Tell What You Can


I had an easy pregnancy.  I felt tired, very slightly nauseous, gained weight, felt movement, went to the bathroom a lot, got huge, it was pretty great.  

I had a couple of the signs of preeclampsia, including high blood pressure, headaches, swelling, and some significant sudden weight gain.  I did not have protein in my urine, so the midwife would tell me to take it easy and put my feet up more.  Each time my blood pressure was elevated, she would ask me, “Do you have any pain under your ribs on your right side?”  Each time I answered no.  I did have an uncomfortable feeling under my ribs, but I thought that it was the baby’s butt pushing up.  It was uncomfortable, but not what I would call painful.  At different times, I thought it was weird that I was having this feeling and he was sideways in my belly.  For some reason, it wasn’t concerning enough to me.

I had this same feeling when I was pushing during labor, again I thought it was his butt or feet or something.  My midwife knew different though.  Later when we were talking about my baby’s birth, she told me that when she saw me push on that spot, that she knew we had to get the baby out, and fast.  

Apparently “pain” is subjective, but this uncomfortable feeling was a significant symptom that wasn’t dealt with because I didn’t know what the butt on the ribs felt like! I always brought a list of questions/concerns to my appointments, but I never brought this one up.  It was on there a few times, sometimes the area felt like a soft spot and sometimes it felt like there was a rock in there!

Moral of this story?  Tell your midwife/doctor about anything you think is weird or uncomfortable.  It might be something serious or it might be nothing at all, but your midwife/doctor cannot do anything about it if they don’t know what’s going on.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Bringing Up Bèbè review


Bringing Up Bèbè: One American Mother Discovers the Wisdom of French Parenting
by Pamela Druckerman
First off, I loved this book.

Excellent book about an American mother observing and researching French parenting while living in Paris.  It is interesting to me to learn about other cultures and of course, I love reading anything about parenting.  The French have babies that sleep through the night by three months, eat all kinds of foods, are polite to people and respectful of their parents.  I found myself agreeing with most all of what the French do in their parenting and the reasoning behind it.

One of the first things I loved in the book was what the author calls “The Pause.”  Instead of rushing to baby when the baby cries, the French listen to determine what the cry is for.  During sleep, this means giving baby some time to learn how to transition between sleep cycles.  During non-sleep times, French parents watch and observe why the baby might be crying-hunger, dirty diaper, needs a cuddle.  I did this with Emmett pretty early on and I think that it is the reason that he cried very little the first night I didn’t go into his room overnight, he just needed a few more minutes to fall back asleep.

The French view this as the beginning of teaching their child patience in waiting.  They view waiting as a cornerstone of raising kids.  Waiting can be frustrating as a kid, but it is a very important skill to teach them.  We should not mistake this frustration as bad parenting, but as a stepping stone to building happier, more resilient people.  Caroline Thompson, a family psychologist in Paris, says, “If the parent can’t stand the fact of being hated, then he won’t frustrate the child, and then the child will be in a situation where he will be the object of his own tyranny, where basically he has to deal with his own greed and his own need for things.  If the parent isn’t there to stop him, then he’s the one who’s going to have to stop himself or not stop himself, and that’s much more anxiety-provoking” (pages 74-75).

The philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau said, “Do you know the surest means of making your child miserable?  It is to accustom him to getting everything.  Since his desires grow constantly due to the ease of satisfying them, sooner or later powerlessness will force you, in spite of yourself, to end up with a refusal.  And this unaccustomed refusal will give him more torment than being deprived of what he desires” (page 84).

The book often mentions the French cadre--or frame--for the French model of parenting.  This basically means that the parents are very strict about certain things but within those limits are very relaxed, a firm frame surrounding a lot of freedom.

The French don’t dole out praise about everything the way Americans do.  I totally believe that positive reinforcement works in behavior modification, but I think we take it to an extreme.  What used to be called the “loser bracket” in a tournament is now called the “friendship bracket” as someone thought that kids would feel bad about having lost, therefore going to the “loser” bracket.  Kids get ribbons and trophies just for participating.  Even one of the 10-year-old girls that I coached last summer said something to the effect of, “Why are we getting a trophy, we didn’t even win one game.”  

French parents don’t feel the need to give praise for every picture drawn, every bite eaten, every word spoken, every right answer.  The author concedes, “I’m starting to suspect that French parents may be right in giving less praise.  Perhaps they realize that those little zaps of pleasure kids get each time a grown-up says ‘good job’could--if they arrive too often--simply make kids addicted to positive feedback.  after a while, they’ll need someone else’s approval to feel good about themselves.  And if kids are assured of praise for whatever they do, then they won’t need to try very hard.  They’ll be praised anyway” (page 254).

This is a book I would recommend for anyone to read, especially those who deal with babies and children.