Nobody backs baby into a corner..
And no one will threaten (with their hippy liberal agenda) into being a different kind of parent than i am..
No offense granola eaters, its just not me..
A few weeks ago i watched a video online that some one sent me a link to that was about rearfacing carseats. Now typically you keep a child rearfacing until they are a certain weight or about a year old but this video was basically threatening Moms with the horrible deaths of their children if they didn't keep them rearfacing and in a 5 point harness until they were 5 (or something as equally ridiculous). It was terrible!! I thought what kind of sicko would take the time, money and effort to put this together just to scare women.. It basically screamed that if you did anything OTHER than this you were a horrible parent and your kids deserve to die.. Now I'm a pretty set in my ways kind of gal but i could see how this particular video would have WARPED a young or new Mom. I mentioned it on a website that i frequent and apparently there are a bunch of Moms out there that have 10 year old kids facing out the back window strapped down with 5 point harnesses.. I know these women have good intentions but you know what they say about good intentions.. You do know that at some point that kid is gonna have to learn how to drive and that going to be very hard for him when hes LOOKING OUT THE BACK WINDOW!!!
This is about more than just car seats though.. Everybody parents differently and I'm not telling ANYBODY what to do with their kids because it pisses me off people tell me what to do with mine. Now (my point) I'm a little bit sick and tired of being told or shown or whatever that because I'm not this super attached parent that my kids are worse off..
No, i don't co-sleep.. That bed belongs to James and I and we do grown up things in it.. and nothing quite ruins the mood like a screaming baby..
Yea, i let the boys cry it out. I hate hearing Moms complain about how they never get any sleep and they're soooo tired because the baby was up every hour.. You know that baby was up every hour because you went in there and picked it up every time it did so much as fart! People fart, nobody needs a titty to get over it..
Titties, yes i breastfed. I nursed the littler boys for about 6 months each and Presley for a year.. I helped my children with their nutritional needs but I'm not a comfort nurser. Sometimes you fall down and bump your head.. I smacked my face with my own car door last week and nobody showed up and offered me a boob.. I'm raising future men here and not a bunch of nancies. If i had wanted them to be weaklings i would have given them girls names.. and Since were talking about breastfeeding let me make this point.. You do have a right to do it anywhere you need to and girl if your baby is hungry by all means feed him!! But if your 3 year old is hungry, buy the kid a god damned happy meal because nobody else wants to look at that shit!
The final straw was an article i read this morning that pretty much said that my kids were suffering because i had them to close together....? yea i know..
Now you oppressive, tired, worn out, aching back from baby wearing, powdered bones crunchy Moms who just know your doing this right and your kids are better off.. Go ahead, keep wearing yourself out if that is what you believe then DO IT! but please stop thinking your better than me, your just different.. I'm just old fashioned..
Except for you one crazy lady who still harnesses in your 10 year old.. stop doing that shit, its embarrassing for him when he gets dropped off at school and has to be unbuckled..
And again pointing out i dont mean any of this to be mean, just standing up for us middle of the pool Moms..
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
A little bit more than weird
Okay, so i have been slightly less than honest.
It has been recently brought to my attention that not telling the whole truth is the same thing as lying. In that case, Ive got some explaining to do. I need, as a person, to be as much of an open book as possible. I always have been and i have always wanted the people around me to be the same. Not being completely transparent to the people that you care about isn't fair to them and if I was close to someone going through what i have been going through, out of curiosity and concern, i would want them to be able to speak freely with me.
Big deep breaths.
Presley is a little bit more than weird.
We have known for several years now that Presley has severe hyper-active impulsive type ADHD. Hell, anybody that's ever met him could pick up on that one. Last year our behaviorist pointed out some things that looked like early OCD (obsessive and compulsive disorder) and ODD (oppositional defiance disorder). These are all things that i can handle, not that big of a deal.. Really it sounds like more than it is. Fast forward to 6 months ago we moved here to Pensacola and started seeing a new child psychologist, who is wonderful. She met Presley and reviewed all of his medical records, met me and went over our entire family history and we discussed Presley's behaviors. There are some things that i always thought were a little strange but have been repeatedly reassured by pediatricians that they were all very normal, lots of kids rock back and forth.. sure.. Things like Presley putting his puzzles together with his eyes closed. Presley's bizarre breathing habits. The fact that Presley could name every state, find its place on a map and name its capital at two years old. Presley's rituals, obsessions, fears, likes and dislikes. His sensitivities (bright lights, strong taste, weird textures, weird sounds and things out of his routine).. It was after this that our new doctor said the words Ive been wondering when i was going to hear since Pres was about a year old.
Asperger's syndrome
Its so weird how something can not bother you when you just suspect it but when someone else points it out to you it can knock the wind out of you.
The more questions she asked and the more questions i answered the more obvious it became, that this is Presley.
And i feel terrible for letting something that belongs to him, bother me so much. After all its just a name right? Presley is still Presley. Hes still the same kid he was 6 months ago right?
I think i have gone through every emotion a Mom can go through over this. From being horrified of what his life might be like to being sure that i had convinced myself of this and really, hes fine, hes normal.. In the words of Mama Gump "what is normal anyway?".
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I think I've sat in a pool of each in the last 6 months. I'm not real sure where i stand now.. I guess I'm pretty close to acceptance because I'm writing this.. Writing it makes it real..
We will get the official diagnosis and where he stands with other nuero typical kids and other Aspies when we get in to see the pediatric nuero psychologist (cant believe that's even a real job) in about 6 months. Why 6 months you ask? Because there aren't that many pediatric nuero psychologist and thats how long it takes to get in to see this doc..
Hes still Presley. Still the same vibrating box of words hes always been.. Just today he came to tattle on River and he did so by saying "Mom, could you please tell River to stop being confrontational".. Somewhere between typical 4 year old and brilliant genius my child lies..
I guess i am getting into acceptance because I'm starting to realize that this isn't a curse and James and i must be the luckiest parents in the world to have such amazing children, one of which is just a little bit more than weird..
It has been recently brought to my attention that not telling the whole truth is the same thing as lying. In that case, Ive got some explaining to do. I need, as a person, to be as much of an open book as possible. I always have been and i have always wanted the people around me to be the same. Not being completely transparent to the people that you care about isn't fair to them and if I was close to someone going through what i have been going through, out of curiosity and concern, i would want them to be able to speak freely with me.
Big deep breaths.
Presley is a little bit more than weird.
We have known for several years now that Presley has severe hyper-active impulsive type ADHD. Hell, anybody that's ever met him could pick up on that one. Last year our behaviorist pointed out some things that looked like early OCD (obsessive and compulsive disorder) and ODD (oppositional defiance disorder). These are all things that i can handle, not that big of a deal.. Really it sounds like more than it is. Fast forward to 6 months ago we moved here to Pensacola and started seeing a new child psychologist, who is wonderful. She met Presley and reviewed all of his medical records, met me and went over our entire family history and we discussed Presley's behaviors. There are some things that i always thought were a little strange but have been repeatedly reassured by pediatricians that they were all very normal, lots of kids rock back and forth.. sure.. Things like Presley putting his puzzles together with his eyes closed. Presley's bizarre breathing habits. The fact that Presley could name every state, find its place on a map and name its capital at two years old. Presley's rituals, obsessions, fears, likes and dislikes. His sensitivities (bright lights, strong taste, weird textures, weird sounds and things out of his routine).. It was after this that our new doctor said the words Ive been wondering when i was going to hear since Pres was about a year old.
Asperger's syndrome
Its so weird how something can not bother you when you just suspect it but when someone else points it out to you it can knock the wind out of you.
The more questions she asked and the more questions i answered the more obvious it became, that this is Presley.
And i feel terrible for letting something that belongs to him, bother me so much. After all its just a name right? Presley is still Presley. Hes still the same kid he was 6 months ago right?
I think i have gone through every emotion a Mom can go through over this. From being horrified of what his life might be like to being sure that i had convinced myself of this and really, hes fine, hes normal.. In the words of Mama Gump "what is normal anyway?".
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I think I've sat in a pool of each in the last 6 months. I'm not real sure where i stand now.. I guess I'm pretty close to acceptance because I'm writing this.. Writing it makes it real..
We will get the official diagnosis and where he stands with other nuero typical kids and other Aspies when we get in to see the pediatric nuero psychologist (cant believe that's even a real job) in about 6 months. Why 6 months you ask? Because there aren't that many pediatric nuero psychologist and thats how long it takes to get in to see this doc..
Hes still Presley. Still the same vibrating box of words hes always been.. Just today he came to tattle on River and he did so by saying "Mom, could you please tell River to stop being confrontational".. Somewhere between typical 4 year old and brilliant genius my child lies..
I guess i am getting into acceptance because I'm starting to realize that this isn't a curse and James and i must be the luckiest parents in the world to have such amazing children, one of which is just a little bit more than weird..
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Just a little rain
Today, there was a thunderstorm and it was great.
After living in a place where it rains twice a year for three years you could imagine how much a girl from South Mississippi appreciates the afternoon thunder boomer. I got up this morning, had my coffee and checked the weather, like i always do. When i saw that big line of red heading right towards us a smile spread across my face! Is it weird that bad weather puts a spring in my step? I don't think so.. I tried to get the boys excited about it but they are 4, 3 and 8 months so a rainy afternoon isn't exactly their idea of big fun.. I opened all the windows and doors, turned on the ceiling fans and off the lights and waited for it to come.. It took a little longer than i anticipated but that okay because it gave me some time to sweep off the patio and gather up the kid toys in the yard. Right about the time i picked up the last tonka truck i felt the first sprinkle and it was beautiful! Within just a few minutes buckets of water were falling out of the sky and every few seconds a rumble of thunder shook through the house. I was in heaven! There is nothing quite like the beginning of afternoon showers. Temps in the 70s, high humidity and lots of lightening calms my soul (ha who am i kidding, i don't have a soul!! lol). Everything was amazing and then, just out of the blue, lightening struck my neighbors house.. Everything was fine, no fire or anything, just loud as hell!! For a second i thought it hit my front yard. I had all the doors and windows open and it got very bright and very loud, very quickly.. Then my "I've been through worse before brain" came back online and i realized as my computer screen went black that the bright light was coming from the power surging through the light over my head.. Then everything was quiet. I got up and went into the little boy's room to reassure them because their window was open and they were napping but apparently both of them slept right through it.. They get that from James..
It was so striking (no pun intended) how that one bolt of lightening reminded me that i am back in the place i call home, generally anyway.. The Southeast United States.. Say what you want about it but i was Mississippi born, Mississippi bred and when i die ill be Mississippi dead. From light spring rains to late summer hurricanes I am all about some precipitation and today was just what i have been needing..
After living in a place where it rains twice a year for three years you could imagine how much a girl from South Mississippi appreciates the afternoon thunder boomer. I got up this morning, had my coffee and checked the weather, like i always do. When i saw that big line of red heading right towards us a smile spread across my face! Is it weird that bad weather puts a spring in my step? I don't think so.. I tried to get the boys excited about it but they are 4, 3 and 8 months so a rainy afternoon isn't exactly their idea of big fun.. I opened all the windows and doors, turned on the ceiling fans and off the lights and waited for it to come.. It took a little longer than i anticipated but that okay because it gave me some time to sweep off the patio and gather up the kid toys in the yard. Right about the time i picked up the last tonka truck i felt the first sprinkle and it was beautiful! Within just a few minutes buckets of water were falling out of the sky and every few seconds a rumble of thunder shook through the house. I was in heaven! There is nothing quite like the beginning of afternoon showers. Temps in the 70s, high humidity and lots of lightening calms my soul (ha who am i kidding, i don't have a soul!! lol). Everything was amazing and then, just out of the blue, lightening struck my neighbors house.. Everything was fine, no fire or anything, just loud as hell!! For a second i thought it hit my front yard. I had all the doors and windows open and it got very bright and very loud, very quickly.. Then my "I've been through worse before brain" came back online and i realized as my computer screen went black that the bright light was coming from the power surging through the light over my head.. Then everything was quiet. I got up and went into the little boy's room to reassure them because their window was open and they were napping but apparently both of them slept right through it.. They get that from James..
It was so striking (no pun intended) how that one bolt of lightening reminded me that i am back in the place i call home, generally anyway.. The Southeast United States.. Say what you want about it but i was Mississippi born, Mississippi bred and when i die ill be Mississippi dead. From light spring rains to late summer hurricanes I am all about some precipitation and today was just what i have been needing..
coffee's makin
I love coffee.
I love the way it makes the house smell and feel. I love the way the cup warms my hands up. I love it with a little raw sugar and some french vanilla creamer.
Some people think that having rituals (not the relegious kind but the kind that are hardwired into your life) is weird or unhealthy but we all have them. Everybody drinks coffee differently but no matter how you do it, you do it the same way everyday... That is if your a coffee drinker, if your not than your just weird to me. I bet people (a non-specific person) start thinking about it at the same time each day, buy the same brand everyweek, probably drink out of the same cup everyday, even have the same look on their face when they are putting the grounds in the filter, or however you do it.
My point is, i love it..
I love the way it makes the house smell and feel. I love the way the cup warms my hands up. I love it with a little raw sugar and some french vanilla creamer.
Some people think that having rituals (not the relegious kind but the kind that are hardwired into your life) is weird or unhealthy but we all have them. Everybody drinks coffee differently but no matter how you do it, you do it the same way everyday... That is if your a coffee drinker, if your not than your just weird to me. I bet people (a non-specific person) start thinking about it at the same time each day, buy the same brand everyweek, probably drink out of the same cup everyday, even have the same look on their face when they are putting the grounds in the filter, or however you do it.
My point is, i love it..
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
end of the day
Its been so long since I've written anything, i don't know where to start..
My goal in the next year is to somehow or another make some time for myself. I love to write, nothing serious. I don't claim to be an expert or grammar or spelling, or even having anything important to say. I just like to write shit down. I can recall almost every event of everyday when i was a teenager because i wrote it all down in one of my books, a glorified journal. Less emotional and more auxiliary.. After i grew out of journals i started on typing, yes i own a typewriter and i love it! I love the sound it makes, i love the way the keys feel. I love that I'm great at typing because that's where i learned how to do it. So now when i look through old boxes of this's and that's i find weird, random and dated pages of free association. I wish i had stayed on that longer but i ran out of ribbon. I'm cheap and that stuff isn't... So this is what i will do now to try and get back to who I really am, Brandy. Not Mom, honey or darlin' but me, after all this is about making time for myself right?
My goal in the next year is to somehow or another make some time for myself. I love to write, nothing serious. I don't claim to be an expert or grammar or spelling, or even having anything important to say. I just like to write shit down. I can recall almost every event of everyday when i was a teenager because i wrote it all down in one of my books, a glorified journal. Less emotional and more auxiliary.. After i grew out of journals i started on typing, yes i own a typewriter and i love it! I love the sound it makes, i love the way the keys feel. I love that I'm great at typing because that's where i learned how to do it. So now when i look through old boxes of this's and that's i find weird, random and dated pages of free association. I wish i had stayed on that longer but i ran out of ribbon. I'm cheap and that stuff isn't... So this is what i will do now to try and get back to who I really am, Brandy. Not Mom, honey or darlin' but me, after all this is about making time for myself right?
Its Wednesday
And Wednesday means its trash day so i woke up this morning to the dinosaur that comes by to pick up the cans. No recycle can today, the only thing i can put in there is cardboard and somehow i cant fill up an entire can with cardboard in one week. I don't know why they wont take walmart bags (or as James calls them AAFES bags) or other things you would typically put in a recycle can..
So i have a few goals for today. The biggest one is to catch up on laundry. I didn't do it for a few days after James got home and its just thrown my whole month off track. The next is to cut down 4 yards of fabric into a seemingly random pile of shapes that i can later sew into aprons. In fact i need to go to the fabric store but that's.. that's never gonna happen.. The chances of me getting to the fabric store in the next three months rank right on up there with the chances of the moon falling out of the sky.
Did you know that because of the moons gravity, you weigh slightly less when its directly overhead?
And (yay) every body's favorite, yard work (woooo, hands clapping, wooo).. Ive got to at least rake the front yard. I started it yesterday but the world was against me so i only got as deep as the trimming the monkey grass and cleaning out the front beds..
Okay i fell off into boring.. But that's okay, I'm a homemaker. Its not super exciting but its my life and i like it. Who knows, something amazing may happen today!
So i have a few goals for today. The biggest one is to catch up on laundry. I didn't do it for a few days after James got home and its just thrown my whole month off track. The next is to cut down 4 yards of fabric into a seemingly random pile of shapes that i can later sew into aprons. In fact i need to go to the fabric store but that's.. that's never gonna happen.. The chances of me getting to the fabric store in the next three months rank right on up there with the chances of the moon falling out of the sky.
Did you know that because of the moons gravity, you weigh slightly less when its directly overhead?
And (yay) every body's favorite, yard work (woooo, hands clapping, wooo).. Ive got to at least rake the front yard. I started it yesterday but the world was against me so i only got as deep as the trimming the monkey grass and cleaning out the front beds..
Okay i fell off into boring.. But that's okay, I'm a homemaker. Its not super exciting but its my life and i like it. Who knows, something amazing may happen today!
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