Good news x 2

Hooray! We had a great first meeting of our local chaper of Attachment Parenting International this morning. There were about 16 moms (and 1 dad), as well as lots of babies and toddlers. Not a bad turnout for our very first meeting!

We had a lactation consultant as our featured speaker and she discussed extended nursing (nursing past 12 months), nursing while pregnant and tandem nursing (nursing two children, generally a toddler and an infant).

Everyone seemed to interact well and the kids got along well too. Ava was all over the place playing with everyone, saying “hi” to everyone, trying to drink out of everybody’s water bottles. LOL One of the ladies who is pregnant with her first child even commented on how independent she is. I am pretty sure I could’ve left her for the two hours and she never would’ve missed me, she was having such a good time. In fact, we split up into groups for part of the meeting so I went to a different part of the room. Since she was playing happily at the little toy kitchen, I decided to leave her be, expecting to hear her cry after a few minutes wondering where I was. Nope. She was happy as a clam. She’s always amazing me. (Speaking of amazing, she peed in the potty again yesterday.)

I think we (the advisory committee) are all relieved that the first meeting is over with and was well-received. We have meetings and speakers planned for October and November, and will do a holiday social event in December (which is the next big thing we have to plan). And we also have to start thinking about what topics we will feature and who we will have as speakers for our meetings next year.

The other good news is that I found out two (more) of my friends are pregnant with their second child! They are due within a week of each other. There must be something in the water lately. ;o) Anyway, I’m very happy for them (and will live vicariously through them and another pg friend in the group) since Jody and I don’t plan to start trying again anytime soon. Congratulations Brandy and Julie!! :-)

WBW #1

Here’s my first attempt at Way Back Wednesday. The Kept Woman says this week’s theme is “Your Best Worst outfit.” Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), my mom still has most of my photos from my youth so I didn’t have the full gamut to pick through. Had I had full access, I’m sure I could’ve found something absolutely awful from my middle school years.
Anyway, here’s what I came up with:
Definitely not the worst outfit I wore I am sure, but still pretty bad. In high school, my four friends and I would wear sweatshirts (that one of the girl’s mom’s painted for us) for our holiday get-togethers (as well as to school! gasp!), like Halloween, Christmas and I think there might have been an Easter one too. Anyway, they would have five things on them (pumpkins or in this case, presents) – one for each of us. And have our names on them as well as “Fab Five” (which is what we dubbed ourselves). So here I am at our Fab Five Christmas party, modeling a pair of panties from our “pretty panty exchange.” Sexy! The green turtle neck adds such a nice touch, don’t you think? As well as the bows in my hair (which weren’t really party of the original outfit – they were added while opening our presents). And I don’t think those acid-washed jeans couldn’t have been much tighter. Of course, I guarantee they were “tight-rolled” at the bottom too and I probably had on white socks with black shoes. Groovy baby!!
It’s too bad I couldn’t find a pic from Halloween, because in addition to the special sweatshirts, we also wore Halloween boxer shorts and long underwear! Yes, even to school! ;oP
Now go check out the other bad outfits over on The Kept Woman. I’ll bet there are some doozies. :)

Blog rules

Thank you to everyone who’s been respectful to myself and others over my past 7 months in the blogosphere. I appreciate it! :-)

However, it’s high time for some basic rules on this here blog. Why? Because I don’t like to be attacked and disrespected (first, for what I said, and now for what I haven’t said). I would never go to someone else’s blog and disrespect them and I expect the same kind of courtesy extended to me. If you want to share my reality, you must acknowledge and abide by my rules.

That said, if you cannot post respectfully, your posts will be deleted. If you have to question whether or not your post is respectful, it most likely is not. Take a moment, think about how you’d like to be treated, reword it and try again. If you are typing something that you wouldn’t say to someone’s face, then it’s not appropriate for my blog either.

(Update: I was going to change my settings to no longer allow unregistered users to post, but after giving it some more thought, I’ve decided not to. Unregistered users may still post, but I do reserve the right to delete posts that aren’t respectful.)

And now for some basic (and fun) rules from “All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.” I’ve always loved this list and think it’s appropriate here on my blog today. :-)


(a guide for Global Leadership)

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.
These are the things I learned:

* Share everything.
* Play fair.
* Don’t hit people.
* Put things back where you found them.
* Clean up your own mess.
* Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
* Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
* Wash your hands before you eat.
* Flush.
* Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
* Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
* Take a nap every afternoon.
* When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
* Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
* Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die. So do we.
* And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all – LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if we all – the whole world – had cookies and milk at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

[Source: “ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN” by Robert Fulghum. See his website at]

Reflections on 9/11/01

I remember that day well. Jody had gotten up before me and was getting ready for work when the phone rang. It was a co-worker of mine (with a Chicken Little history) who greeted Jody with the words “We’re going to war.” He was obviously confused and figured she was over-exaggerating something (again). She told him to turn on the tv.

I was getting up around that time and he told me of the phone call and we went downstairs to watch TV. At that point both World Trade Center towers had already fallen.

I remember bawling my eyes out and having a general sense of hysteria. What was going on? What did all of this mean? Do I go take a shower and go to work business as usual? What?

The first thing I did was go downstairs to wake up my sister who had recently moved in with us. I think I was still crying when I told her the World Trade Center was gone. She came upstairs to watch the TV with us.

I know I got into work late that morning, but the place was swarming. I worked at a newspaper. Not a large one, but the only one in my city with a circulation of 20,000 or so. It had already been decided that we would put out a special edition that morning.

I was an editorial assistant at the time, meaning I wrote briefs, calendar items and obituaries. Not glamorous, but somebody’s got to do it. Everyone was so busy trying to get interviews, information, etc., and I remember feeling ridiculous typing about upcoming events, etc., when who knows how many people had died that day and even what the world would be like in the next few days.

My dad called me sometime that morning just to make sure I was ok. I was relieved to hear from him and hear that both he and my mom were fine too. I recall thinking what if we lose phone connections around the country, etc.? What if we can’t get in touch with our loved ones? So I was glad that he called.

One of the reporters in my office had an aunt who worked at the WTC (I believe on one of the upper floors). She wrote an article about her concern for her aunt that ran on our front page. Her aunt was one of the thousands who lost their lives that day.

I didn’t personally know anyone who died but I was acquainted with a man who worked in one of the WTC buildings – #5 I think – who shared with me his experience that day. So frightening.

In the days and weeks that followed 9/11/01, I became glued to the TV. I wanted to know everything. I was obsessed and it wasn’t healthy. There came a point when I had to stop watching. I was overcome with the images being shown over and over again and I was so scared about the future of our country and world.

Jody and I talked about it and he helped me realize that it did no good for me to live in fear. If something else was going to happen, it would, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. And to get us to live in fear was what the terrorists wanted. It wasn’t healthy for me. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to bring children into a world like this because it seemed so scary and how could I protect them? Well, thankfully I got over that – though I certainly still do my fair share of worrying about my daughter. But imagine if I didn’t get over it? I’d be missing out on one of the greatest joys of my life!

Bringing us back to the present, Jody and I watched “9/11” last night – the documentary made by two French brothers who had set out to make a documentary about a rookie firefighter becoming a man and ended up with the only known footage inside the World Trade Center that day. It’s amazing footage and very sensitively edited. I’m very glad that I watched it for the perspective of the firefighters and those inside the towers that day, but I’m also glad that I waited several years after 9/11 to watch it. I think I would’ve been way too emotional to watch it right when it came out.

While we cannot and should not live in fear, September 11, 2001 is a day that should never be forgotten. It is a day that changed the lives of so many people and the world forever. My heart goes out to all who lost loved-ones that day.

Time for reflection – 9/11

I want to take some time (hopefully) today to reflect upon the events of 9/11/01, since I didn’t get a chance to yesterday. I certainly didn’t forget that yesterday was the anniversary.
Jody and I finally watched 9/11. It had been sitting on our entertainment center (rented from Netflix) watiting to be seen for the past few weeks. It seemed only appropriate that we chose last night to sit down and watch it.
Anyway, hopefully I can steal away and blog a bit later while Ava is napping.