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She’s a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World…

Filed under: Baby,Parenting — groovymarlin @ 9:31 am June 30, 2010

Seriously, where does time go? It’s like yesterday it was only June 4 or so, and now tomorrow is July. I’m starting to develop a theory that part of the reason some people seem to do things frustratingly slow is in a subconscious attempt to make time itself slow down, thus ensuring they will live a little longer. If there’s a way to accomplish this, I am totally in.

The Bean had a birthday. Oh, Bean. I love you, but you frustrate me SO MUCH. Our Bean was kind of cranky and naughty on the day itself, and her party almost ended up canceled. But things worked out in the end:

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With her favorite cousin and her Barbie cake.

She’s so into girly stuff right now. She definitely had a little bit of a tomboy phase but now it’s all pink, all the time. She loves dressing up, Barbies, ballerinas, fairies, and princesses. I remain neutral on all of these issues. For example, I had Barbies when I was little, and honestly loved them. I loved dressing them in all kinds of outfits and acting out all kinds of little soap operas with them. But that was several decades ago, and I willingly admit that my interest in Barbie has waned. I haven’t gone out of my way to encourage Bean’s interest in Barbie, but since she has clearly shown that she has it, I haven’t discouraged it either.

So I bought her the Barbie cake that she specifically told me she wanted, every time we passed the bakery department at Target. I bought her a new Barbie doll (which she loved) and her father bought Barbie balloons and decorations for her party. As a feminist, I have some problems with Barbie now, but you have to admit she’s 100 times less offensive then those hideous Bratz dolls (thank God those things got discontinued).

I guess I could refuse to indulge her taste for Barbie, or for Hello Kitty or Disney princesses for that matter, but what would that get me? An unhappy kid? No, thanks. So she likes girly stuff, so what? She also loves to draw and paint, kick the ball around, ride her bike (and her new scooter), sing and dance, and tell secrets to her teddy bear. I think she is becoming a well-rounded, well-adjusted person, and I love her just the way she is.

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On her new scooter...

YouTube – Shark Vacuums Suck Balls!

Filed under: Gadgets,Shopping,Technology — groovymarlin @ 2:18 pm June 21, 2010

YouTube – Shark Vacuums Suck Balls!.

I just ordered one of these (refurbished) from Woot. We are not planning to suck any balls with it.

Discipline: We Gots It

Filed under: Inspiration,Lifestyle,Parenting — groovymarlin @ 11:12 am June 10, 2010

Disturbing reports kept coming home from daycare about the Bean:

“She didn’t want to nap so she turned her cot over, hitting another child. She yelled and woke everyone up.”

“She threw her shoes at the teacher, then pushed her and pinched her.”

“She pulled all the books off the bookshelf and threw them at the other kids and the teacher.”

We were baffled. Stern discussions with the Bean herself always had the same result: she said she was sorry, and promised to be better. Her manners at home were good, and tantrums were very rare. We had a hard time reconciling this pleasant, helpful child with the violent demon that seemed to emerge at daycare every day. What was causing these tantrums and outbursts? Daycare was unclear – Bean “didn’t want to nap” or “didn’t want to wait in line” or “didn’t like it when Child X sat next to her.” I suspect it was more a result of bad influences – she certainly didn’t learn pinching at home, where nobody has ever pinched anybody else.

In any case, I solved this problem in three ways: two relatively cheap, and one very expensive.

First, we instituted a new “reward chart.” I had purchased this book of charts from Amazon some time ago, and we’d already used one to help with toilet training with good results. So I pulled out the “good behavior” chart and hung it on the wall where we can see it as soon as we get home from daycare. Then I got special Barbie stickers. Every day that Bean is good at school, meaning there are no reports of tantrums or acting out, we put a sticker in the box. When all the boxes are full, I have promised her we will start planning a trip to Disney World. (We were planning to go anyway, shhhh, don’t tell her!)

Second, I bought this book, “1-2-3 Magic,” based on the recommendation of other parents I consulted with in an online forum. So far, I like it. I’ve read the first half and hubby and I have started putting the “counting” method into practice. I really think it’s helping! It definitely helps cut off tantrums before they escalate at home. Most important to me, it’s keeping to a minimum the amount of yelling that goes on, on both the part of the child and the parents. I have to admit, it’s kind of darkly funny when my husband literally screams at our daughter to “be quiet!” but I also know it’s not effective at all. The techniques described in this book are MUCH more helpful.

Third, we decided that part of Bean’s problem is she’s bored. Take the napping issue: according to state regulations, apparently, all little kids up to Kindergarten have to have a “quiet period of rest” every day. At our daycare, that means everyone, even including the four- and five-year-olds, has to pull out a cot for “nap time” every afternoon. And nap time lasts for over an hour! Bean is so far past napping. She almost never takes a nap at home, unless she is REALLY tired out from some activity. We don’t try to force her to nap, because at this point she can play quietly on her own and she doesn’t need a nap (she goes to sleep every night at 8pm with no problems). In addition, I don’t think she’s being challenged anymore by the activities offered at daycare. Our daycare teachers are nice, but they’re not really teachers, and I think the Bean has out-smarted them at this point.

So we found a new solution that will not only challenge Bean intellectually and physically, but they also don’t force the children to take naps (just 1/2 hour of “quiet time” on mats on the floor). It’s a more structured environment, yet also more self-directed, and I think it will really help prepare her for Kindergarten. Our solution is Montessori pre-school. She’ll be starting in the Fall, and is already excited.

Of course this solution is the crazy expensive one. (I bet you thought the trip to Disney World was the expensive solution!) The tuition for our local Montessori is slightly more than twice what we currently pay for daycare. Think about that for a minute. That’s a whole lot of disposable income suddenly…disposed of! In addition, we have to buy her uniform pieces, and have to give her breakfast each morning and pack her a lunch every day (all currently provided by our daycare center). I’ll be honest – at first I thought it sounded like a big, expensive hassle. But gosh…when we toured that school, I fell in love. Rooms full of calm, happy children, actively engaged in self-directed learning activities. Beautiful, spacious classrooms. A gigantic, well-tended outdoor play area with new-looking equipment and a garden the children help with. Optional ballet, karate, and soccer classes. And unlike many of the other daycare centers near us, it’s not faith-based in any way, which is fairly important to us.

So yeah, we got discipline. We are now the MASTERS of toddler discipline. And starting this fall (well, this month really, when we have a gigantic deposit including a month’s tuition due to enroll her), we’ll hopefully have careful budgeting and cheaping out wherever possible mastered as well! But we justify it to ourselves by saying, “Well it’s only for a year, then she’ll go to public Kindergarten.” And that’s true. Only a year – possibly a slightly challenging year, but just a year. And I think she is SO worth the investment. It may sound corny, but when I filled out that application form, I really felt like I was making a decision that would completely change the Bean’s life, and give her a better start towards better opportunities.

I think I’m right. I think WE’RE right. I just wish being right wasn’t so expensive!

If you’d like to scare yourself…

Filed under: Huh?,Technology — groovymarlin @ 11:24 am June 3, 2010

I was just reading this interesting article on Amelia Earhart and research that is being conducted that might help definitively answer the question of what actually happened to her and her navigator. Researchers believe her plane, which was running low on fuel, may have crashed on a small, deserted tropical island (think “Castaway”) instead of crashing and sinking in the ocean, as originally believed.

Anyway, I’m reading through this article and they mention the coconut crab. “Coconut crab? What the heck is that?” I think to myself. And, ever the proactive Googler, I look up “coconut crab.”

EEK!

If you really, really want to terrify yourself, click on this link and look at pictures of the ugliest animal I’ve seen in quite a while. If, like me, you are terrified of spiders and creepy crawlies (even though I find crab legs delicious), you may just want to skip the pictures.

Damn! I mean, DAMN! That is a scary looking crab. I’m still shuddering.

To a long-lost brother and sister…

Filed under: Uncategorized — groovymarlin @ 8:14 pm June 1, 2010

Dear Ricky and Katie,

Did your mom ever finally tell you about me? Do you wonder where I live, what I look like, what my personality is like? Do you even know I exist? I know that you exist, of course, but I don’t know much else about you. Just your names, your ages, and where you grew up.

When I first found out about you, I was 27 and you were 14 and 12. Your mom, my birth mother, sent me pictures of you and talked about you lovingly in her occasional letters to me. She admitted that neither of you knew that she and your father had a child when they were very young (me) and gave it up for adoption. She even told me that they had let your grandparents think I was stillborn, though she always suspected her mother knew the truth. She told me all these things after I found her, and of course I was very interested. How I longed to someday meet you, and her, and my father! You see, I had a wonderful adopted family, but I was always curious about my birth parents. When I finally found them, learning that I had a brother and sister I’d never known about was a wonderful bonus! I made lots of plans for when we’d finally meet.

But then your mom’s letters slowly dropped off, and stopped arriving at all. The many letters and cards I sent her went unanswered. When I tried to call her, whoever answered the phone would tell me she was busy, both at work and at home. For some reason, she decided she didn’t want to get to know me after all.

I guess the worst part of this was the lack of an explanation. To this day, I don’t know if I said something that offended her, or she had a conversation with your dad that changed her mind, or she suddenly got nervous about having to explain me to you or your grandparents.

A long time has passed since then. You’re in your late 20s and early 30s now, and I have a child of my own. Perhaps one or both of you do, too. I don’t know if you live in the same place anymore, or honestly if you’re even alive. I hope that you are. I hope we can still meet someday. I hope I can introduce you to my daughter, who looks so much like me, and so much like you.

Maybe I could find you quickly, by posting your full names here, and asking for help reaching you. Maybe one of you would find yourself mentioned here in a Google search of your own name. But I respect your privacy, so I won’t do that. I’ve thought about hiring a private investigator, or trying to find you on my own, and making contact, but I don’t want to be the “weird stalker lady.” For this same reason, I have never driven to your mom and dad’s house and rung the bell, even though they live just hours away. I’m just not assertive enough to do something like that. Maybe I’m a little bit too afraid of rejection.

So Ricky and Katie, I sit here, knowing that you most likely still don’t know about me, and feeling mostly helpless to do anything about it. I’ve never met you, but I love you both. Would it be wrong to track you down now, to introduce myself via letter or email, now that you’re both adults? Would you think I was just some crazy person?

What will it take to make me find out?

Love,

Your Sister