Why?

Why is it that every day for weeks as I drive by my college I see a morbidly obese person crossing the street (and never the same one twice), but once I mention this to my sister-in-law, I don’t anymore?

Why is it that mothers think 4:55PM is the best time to call a school to schedule a complicated college visit for their child?

Why is it that my stomach itches so intensely these days that I can’t think of much else and wake myself up in the middle of the night scratching it?  (I know the answer to this one, but I still ask, ‘why’?)

Why is it that if my dishes and laundry are done I experience a peace that passes almost all understanding?

Why is it that if I ask my husband every night if he’s set his alarm, he already has, but if I take one night off, invariably that’s the night he forgets?

Why is it that the thought of labor and delivery doesn’t really faze me, but the thought of my first day at home alone with a real, live baby is terrifying?

Why is it that God gave us a low-paying teaching job that couldn’t have made us happier after a year of searching, until the dream orchestra job came along two weeks later that we had to turn down?

Why is it that any woman who has a child feels the irresistible pull to share her pregnancy horror stories with first-time moms-to-be?

Why is it that my Fantasy Football team is inextricably tied to the fate of the Buffalo Bills?

Why is it that chai latte always tastes better in October than in July?

Why is it that my closest friends live so far away and we can’t see each other more than a precious few times a year?

Why is it that in a year or so I will have a toddler running around, asking incessantly, “Why, why, why?”

Why is it that I can’t wait to lay eyes on that to-be toddler?

Lasting impression...

There are people who have changed my life and the way I live it at a very real level.  Those people, in almost every circumstance, are teachers.  Music lessons, from an early age, became a chance to prove myself to my teachers…which probably isn’t the healthiest reason, but sure kept my rear in the practice room on the days that I would have rather been outside.  Winning the admiration of my teachers, and learning everything about who they were and how they taught has been a constant in my life.  And I thought when I got to college I had my “ideal” teacher pegged.  According to my whopping 18 years of life experience, the teacher who would best fit with my personality would:

·         Light a fire under me.

·         Accept nothing less than the best.

·         Provide positive feedback, but infrequently enough to make it special.  Encouragement was something to be earned.

·         Not be afraid to let me have it if I wasn’t meeting their standards.

I had a pretty passive flute teacher in middle school, and I quickly figured out the limits of what I could get away with.  It wasn’t uncommon for me to sight-read my way through a lesson and get everything checked off.  She treated me more like a friend than a student, but in ways that did nothing for my musical development.  My high school flute teacher knew better and didn’t put up with my nonsense.  She knew that I didn’t care a hoot about practicing flute compared with piano and wasn’t afraid to call me (or my mother) out on it.  She scared me, and I worked and respected her because of that. 

Then I got to college, and I decided that, even though I was 99.5% sure I wanted to be a pianist, I would continue taking flute lessons…mostly so I could participate in ensembles.  My college flute teacher proved to dispel every prior expectation and theory I thought I had about what makes a great teacher.  And, looking back, I am in awe of how she did it…

Diane is, in every regard, a pixie.  She is petite and cute and wears her hair in a bouncy brown bob.  She speaks with the wisdom of somebody who has taught for over thirty years and is equally adept at shooting the breeze with students forty years younger than her.  Her smile sparkles and her pout is irresistibly adorable.  Her playing is masterful, awash with color and concentration.  She may not have the longest performance vita of my past teachers, but I prefer her sound to any other, because it is simultaneously intense and inviting and intimate.

Diane is no drill sergeant.  When you enter her studio her first question is, “Sooo…how is Jules?”  And don’t you dare say, “Fine,” and leave it at that.  She needs to know.  Her pedagogy is built around the concept that every person has an individual voice—something unique to say through their music.  You have to understand yourself in order to understand your voice.  So her lessons are as focused on exploring the individual as much as they are about rhythms and technical challenges.  This takes time, and a focused effort to ask penetrating questions, something she excels in.

Diane is an encourager.  She builds up, probably because of her respect for the individual.  I didn’t feel like I needed to earn compliments from her, because she gave them readily and in all areas.  She quickly wiped that “need” out of my teacher-student game plan, which forced me to look beyond positive feedback for sources of nourishment.  In hindsight, this was brilliant on her part, as “earning” praise is essentially the equivalent to eating candy for dinner.  There is little to no depth or long-lasting significance found in it.  She made it clear that she valued me as a person and a musician early on, and we were able to address other needs in my playing and character that were, ultimately, far more beneficial.

Diane is brave.  She is a cancer survivor.  She has stood at the side of her husband faithfully, even as he fought his own battle with cancer.  She has faced career-threatening injuries and lived through those experiences with grace and a quiet strength.  She has witnessed countless emotional breakdowns of her students in their lessons, as her gentle questions often reveal the weaknesses and cracks in our walls.  It is then that she can truly teach, and she waits patiently for us to remove our masks so that permanent change can occur.

It was through Diane’s investment in me that I left the box of safe timidity and took chances, in life and in my music.  I opted to pursue an instrument that is far less lucrative, statistically speaking, because of the power it has to communicate.  Learning to speak intentionally and honestly through my breath, through my flute, is one of the most frightening and rewarding things I’ve experienced.  And I learned how to do that from a sprite of a woman who refused to use negativity or take advantage of her leadership role to accomplish her agenda.  I no longer study privately with Diane, but she has remained a dear friend and mentor.  She continues to inspire and challenge me and I am indebted to her for life.  Because, you see, she has helped me realize how special my life is.

Guest blog post #2

Friday:

Tonight Mommy played her flute with a whole lot of other musicians.  They were really loud.  There was a trumpet player who played by himself a lot and Daddy thought he was really good.  The music was so loud that the floor shook and it made me squirm.  There’s not very much room to kick anymore…

Saturday:

Mommy and Daddy went to a class in the morning where they watched some videos about babies being born.  Apparently I’m going to go on quite the journey in a few more weeks!  Mommy seemed relaxed throughout the morning, but she kept giggling at Daddy.  She said he squirmed more than I did!  Then they drove to some schools and walked around.  They called it “Homecoming.”  Mommy ate some delicious food and Daddy looked at books.  He does that a lot.  I don’t know how to read, but I listen to them read stories together every night before bed.  It helps me calm down.  Usually they laugh a lot when they read out loud, but now they are reading a new book called “The Everlasting Man.”  I don’t think it’s as funny as their last book.

Sunday:

Mommy went to her first baby shower today.  She kept bending over to pick up presents and kept squishing me.  When she does that a lot I make sure she remembers that I’m in here!  It sounded like there were lots of grandmas, aunts, and cousins and she kept talking about the wonderful gifts.  I heard her tell Daddy later that we got lots of handmade baby blankets and clothes for me.  I bet I’ll look pretty spiffy in my new clothes!  Daddy was happy about the shower, but he was much more excited about a football game.  I can’t wait to meet all of my family members.  They sound like they love me a lot and they seem to always have a good time together.  I can’t wait to watch my first football game either! 

Monday:

Today Mommy went for a checkup.  The doctor has a very nice and calm voice, but I can tell that Mommy gets a little nervous whenever she goes.  It’s because she wants me to be healthy.  They listened to my heartbeat and I was sure to show off some of my latest moves.  The doctor told Mommy that my head is pointing down.  I could have told Mommy that a long time ago…I can’t swim around anymore and I’m kind of stuck down here.  Apparently this is a good thing.

Tuesday:

Today was a wiggly day.  I was hyper all day long!  When I get hyper Mommy puts her hand close by to feel me move.  I like to perform my gymnastics for her, and I can make my knees and feet pop out into her hand.  I like that she knows where I am and that I am moving.  I got the hiccups a lot today too.  I get them every day now, but today they kept coming back.  Probably because I was so hyper!

Wednesday:

Mommy is thinking about me all day today.  She has been looking for baby things on the internet and apparently is searching for a special outfit just for me.  She says my Uncle Daniel is getting married at Christmastime and that I have to get dressed up.  Apparently she can’t find what she is looking for.  Her friend started helping her look today at work and they were making some progress.  They mentioned something about “double breasted jackets” and “functional pockets to hold a pacifier.”  That sounds pretty silly to me.  I’ll probably sleep through the wedding.  I have to sleep a lot so I can have lots of energy for wiggles when I’m awake!  Mommy also told me that she is making a special surprise for Daddy tonight when he gets home.  Daddy has to work a lot of different jobs and gets back late at night.  She tries to make home a special place for him so he can relax at the end of the day.  I think the surprise tonight might involve food, which is good, because Mommy will probably share some with me too!!!

Addendum...

An addition to a recent blog post...

21. If you need me to spell the name of the major that you want over the phone, you probably aren't going to be accepted into college.

And that's all I've got to say about that.

Sometimes emails make the best blogs...

Uh-oh Bekah, you have unleashed THE BEAST.  THE BEAST is also known as “the employee that doesn’t have enough to do.”  Long emails that may include a lot of information about nothing will flood your inbox and make you wish you had NEVER given me your contact information.  <stalks around office like a t-rex> 

OK.  Not really.  Unless walking around normally with a burgeoning baby boy makes me look like a t-rex, which probably isn’t terribly far from the truth…

And I have no clue if that’s a proper use for the word burgeoning.

Hmm.  Are you picking up on the following facts:

1.       I have little or nothing to do right now.

2.       I had chai 30 minutes ago and the sugar is making me think random thoughts and generally experience that medical ailment VWH and I refer to as “the wiggles.”

3.       The counselors are all in a meeting so I can’t be hyper with them.  And I certainly can’t be hyper with BossWoman.  So I am forced to be hyper in this email.

ANYHOO…how are ya?  Lovely to get your email this morning.  I read it over my bowl of frosted shredded wheat (Which is high in fiber.  Fiber is a pregnant woman’s best friend.) and was thankful for that when I burst out laughing at your final question.  If I had done that at work I would have been drawn some undesired attention.  Seriously, hardest I’ve laughed in a long time.  To answer your question I think you need to see a rough outline of a day at work:

7:55 AM.  Arrive at work, un-forward phone, attempt to say ‘hellos’ in a somewhat conscious, cheery voice.

8:30 AM.  Stretch break.  Get up and say ‘hi’ to whoever’s in the back.

9 AM.  Pee.

9:30 AM.  Stretch break.  Take a lap, drop off some mail, deliver mail, etc etc etc.

10:00 AM.  Chai tea!  The happiest part of my morning.  Usually involves a lengthy “conversation” with our receptionist in which I listen to her discuss her latest cooking triumphs or the many talents of her daughters.

10:30 AM.  Pee.

11:00 AM.  Go visit the counselors for a few minutes.

11:30 AM.  Start deliberating about eating lunch.  The deliberations don’t last long and I eat it.

12:00 PM.  Pee.  Lunch break, which means practice flute for an hour.  Best part of the day.

1:00 PM.  Pee.  Settle back in for the afternoon.  1-2 is office manager’s break so I usually get on my iPod and play Words With Friends/check Facebook.  I am a lousy employee.  But my work is done by that point so what else am I going to do?

2:00 PM.  Stretch break.  Go see counselors or maybe mother-in-law across the hall for a few minutes.  Drop off afternoon mail.

2:30 PM.  Start deliberating about afternoon snack.  See 11:30AM for results of deliberation.

3:00 PM.  Pee. 

3:30 PM.  Start counting down the minutes until 5PM.

4:00 PM.  Hope that my good friend Cheryl gets online so we can chat for the last hour of the day.  This has turned into a ritual that I’m afraid I count on too much.

4:30 PM.  Pee

5:00 PM.  Hallelujah! 

So…in summary that’s 6 “pees” in 9 hours.  Tack on a few more in the evening, at least one overnight, and one before work, and there you go.  I read recently that by the end of 9 months your bladder is squished to the size of a tablespoon.  I usually have to go during the listed times, although sometimes I just get up for a break.  If I don’t stretch twice an hour I pay for it at the end of the day.

This email is turning into a good blog entry.

We are having a pizza party today as a staff to celebrate a great recruitment year.  I like pizza, but don’t you think pizza party makes it sound like Chuck E. Cheese or something?  Haha.  Anyway, I have to forfeit my practice hour, so while I’m happy about not having to bring lunch, I’m a little bummed about that.  I enjoy my hour away from everybody.

Write back when you have time.  Way to go on getting that homework knocked out!  I must admit, I don’t expect your daily replies to keep up for long because soon you will have so many friends your homework won’t get done…  J  You popular thing you.

Lots of love from your,

Kindred Spirit

20 Things Anybody and Everybody Should Know About Applying for Colleges

1.      Call on August 23 and think you’ll be accepted and starting classes by August 29?  We may be polite with you on the phone, but inside we are laaauuuughing.  It ain’t gonna happen.  You’re at least 2 months too late.

2.      We understand that you are bombarded with college mailings and applications throughout high school.  But if you don’t treat our application with individual interest and respect we will know immediately.  Use capitalization, punctuation, and, for pete’s sake, write in complete sentences.

3.      If you email questions to our office, be sure to write and proofread as if you’re writing a college essay.  You are not texting us.  “what do i do to get to come to your school?” doesn’t cut it. 

4.      Similarly, when you’re writing that application essay, you should know that an essay by definition is longer than two sentences.

5.      We’re typically way more excited about a student who is ranked 49 out of 350 than 1 out of 10.

6.      It may be unfair at times, but we don’t put much stock in homeschooler transcripts unless it’s through an accredited agency.  Otherwise we’re looking primarily at your SAT/ACT scores and entrance essay.

7.      Take your SATs more than once.  We’ll be happy to mix and match your verbal and math scores to give you the highest composite, and you’ll almost always do better the second time.  If you score 1180 on the SATs at my school you have automatically earned $28,000 in scholarships.  If you can bump it up to 1200 you’ll get $8,000 more.  It’s worth the $150 to take it more than once.  Trust us.

8.      If you don’t do well on the SATs, take the ACTs.  There are lots of students who score significantly higher on the ACTs than SATs, but rarely the other way around.

9.      Even though we only require a form for a personal recommendation, it goes a long way to have that person write a personal letter and attach it in addition to the form.

10.   If you score a 700 on the SATs it doesn’t matter how many family members went here or how much the coach wants you on his team.  You won’t be accepted.  We are an academic institution first and foremost and we do have standards.

11.   We notice and love it when students take initiative and call the Admissions office instead of their parents doing everything for them.

12.   Your birthday is not your month, day, and the current year.  And you wouldn’t believe how many times we see it.

13.   If you choose to come to our school, we will need your social security number eventually.  It doesn’t matter how much you kick and scream.  We promise to take good care of it.

14.   If you have a financial aid question, do the Admissions office a favor and call Financial Aid directly.  We are not a switchboard.

15.   When you come to take a campus tour you don’t really need to get dressed up.  “First day of school” clothes are just fine.

16.   When we give you a card with lots of questions about personal info, all we really need/want is your name, address, year in high school, and possible major interest areas.  Any additional information you provide is up to you.

17.   The earlier you apply the more time you will have to haggle for scholarship and grant money.  Most colleges provide some sweet incentives to get you to apply early too (typically by November 1).

18.   National decision deadline is May 1.  If you don’t commit to a school by that date you risk losing your slot for the fall.

19.   If you apply online, you almost never have to pay an application or processing fee.

20.   Make friends with your high school guidance counselor.  The last piece to arrive for most applications is the high school transcript.  Some guidance counselors will send it right away, but many are overrun with requests from the rest of your senior class.  If you want to know if you’re accepted, we need that transcript!

Steel thyself for a lengthy entry...

I have interests other than music and babies.  Really I do.  Like football.  My sister-in-law asked me to name the 50 states the other day and when I could only come up with 49 I asked if the missing state had an NFL team located in it.  Once I had a ‘yes’ I figured out the elusive state in less than 30 seconds.  I love football and I love that my husband and I can enjoy it together.  But I also love gymnastics and figure skating, sports that he definitely doesn’t dig as much.  Because I can’t discuss my thoughts on the recent Visa US Gymnastics Championships with him I’ll have to type them out here.  If somebody actually reads this and understands it, let me know—we will be friends.

First off, I was only able to watch the final night of the women’s competition, because I don’t believe in paying Universal Sports my hard-earned cash to be able to tune in for a spotty online connection.  Based on what I read, it sounds like it was an extremely sloppy night of gymnastics anyway.  The few bright spots included Jordyn Wieber and Shawn Johnson demonstrating consistency and displaying a toughness that belied the other competitors.  Night two proved to be a much cleaner competition, but not without some frightening and head-scratching moments.

Uhh…Valerie? 

Let’s talk about Rebecca Bross for a minute.  Our national champion, and best international gymnast that we’ve boasted during the last quadrennium was clearly competing at less than her best this past weekend.  Ankle surgery less than a year ago has hampered her consistency and it showed on night one with three falls.  Bross was on track for a much better performance Saturday night, but dislocated her knee landing a double-twisting Yurchenko vault.  Which leads to my first topic of discussion:

Why in the HECK did she even attempt that vault?  She hadn’t been landing it in practice.  She didn’t land it in warm-ups.  Her main rival, Jordyn Wieber, had already vaulted and landed a beautiful 2½ twisting Yurchenko, so she wasn’t going to make up any lost ground score-wise.  There was no mathematical way Bross was going to repeat as national champion.  With the world selection camp just a few weeks away, and the world championships after that, you don’t need or want to peak at Visas.  Bross’ international record speaks for itself—an invitation to the selection camp was in the bag and protecting her body should have been her and her coach’s number one priority.

Instead she attempted a vault that hadn’t happened all week, landed in a position that made every single one of us cringe, and eliminated herself from competition for the foreseeable future—most likely through the rest of the year.  I have the utmost respect for Valerie Liukin and what he’s done with the WOGA gym…WOGA has produced back-to-back Olympic all-around champions and launched itself to the forefront of elite gyms in the United States.  But that was a boneheaded move.  Bross can consider herself extremely fortunate that “all” she did was dislocate a kneecap and that we’re not talking reconstructive surgery for a torn ACL/MCL/etc.  But in the meantime, the US Selection Committee has to unhappily figure out NOW how they replace their second-best all-arounder for the world championship team.

Not-so-smart Nastia

Which leads me to my next pondering…Nastia Liukin on the Selection Committee?  Really?  I mean, Liukin is a perfect addition to that committee in another 4+ years, but she hasn’t ruled out coming back to gymnastics next year.  (She admitted this openly during the national broadcast.)  Additionally, half of her former teammates from the 2008 Olympics are competing for spots on this year’s world team and I’m sure there are a lot of people wondering if she can remain unbiased in her recommendations.  If she is even remotely considering a comeback for next year Liukin should stay removed from any political or administrative responsibilities in USA Gymnastics.  Let me clarify by saying that I think the chances of Liukin making a full comeback next year are very slim.  She’s already won the biggest prize in women’s gymnastics and has nothing to prove.  But she is the reigning Olympic silver medalist on the uneven bars and the US team’s weakest event, by far, is uneven bars.  If Liukin decided to return just on that event, her chances of making next year’s Olympic team would be high.

Comeback Kids

As so often happens the year before the Olympics, the wizened members of gymnastics start dreaming about returning to the grandest stage in sports.  The Olympic bug matures from pupa to adult the year before an Olympic games and, while it bites many, few victims actually make noticeable impacts that late in the four-year cycle.  This year we saw Chellsie Memmel, Alicia Sacramone, and Shawn Johnson all demonstrate their intent to be on the 2012 London team.  Here are a few thoughts on their chances…

Memmel is one of the most consistent, determined, rise-to-the-challenge athletes I’ve ever seen.  If she’s healthy.  Unfortunately, Memmel’s career is dotted with horribly-timed injuries.  She missed the 2004 Olympics entirely and was only able to compete on one event in 2008.  She’s back once again, at the age of 23, because she hasn’t done the Olympics “right” yet.  If she’s healthy, she could content for the all-around competition, with huge individual strength in her uneven bars set.  But she was unable to complete her bars set on night two due to a tweaked shoulder, and the United States will have to weigh carefully if they even take a chance putting the injury-prone, ever-aging Memmel on an Olympic team.  With Bross gone she will certainly make the world team, pending health, but the Olympics are a much weightier proposition.  If Memmel is placed on the Olympic team you can guarantee that there will be a lot of people praying that she actually makes it to and through the games, and that they have some really solid alternates in the bullpen. 

Chance of making world team: 85%.  Chance of making Olympic team: 50%

Sacramone is the best vaulter in the world right now (although I wouldn’t be surprised if her title was stripped this year by fellow American Jordyn Wieber) and her power on floor exercise makes her a valuable addition to the team.  However, she fluctuates between mental resilience and mental meltdown.  If she’s on, she’s fantastic.  If she’s not (and that can vary from event to event, not just from competition to competition) it can be catastrophic, as evidenced by her two, famous, devastating falls in the finals of the Olympic team competition in 2008.   The best moment for Sacramone at Visas was her night two floor routine…first time she’s stayed in bounds with no falls in over a year.  Worst decision?  Keeping that front-pike beam mount, which seems to be a sticking point between Sacramone and Martha Karolyi.  If you want to compete on balance beam at the Olympics Alicia, lose the mount. 

Chance of making world team: 95%.  Chance of making Olympic team: 90%.

And then we have little Miss Shawn Johnson, who looks way too young to be training for her second Olympics.  Johnson’s comeback is less than a year old, and her first competition just over a month ago.  She has a long way to go in start values and getting all four events back (she opted out of floor at Nationals), but wow…she looked good.  Her beam routine on night two was every bit as rock-solid and consistent as she was in Beijing.  She has a brilliant coach, one who earned my respect by keeping Johnson healthy and consistent for two years leading up to the Beijing Olympics in 2008.  Since then, Johnson completely shredded her knee in a skiing accident and is in the midst of learning to trust her landings.  With each dismount this past week she gained confidence.  While her start values aren’t as high as many of the other gymnasts vying for spots on the World team, she deserves to be considered, especially when you consider her past experience and unshakeable nerves on the international stage.  She could be great once again. 

Chance of making World team: 60%.  Chance of making Olympic team: 75%.

Golden Girl

I would be remiss if I didn’t at least touch briefly on the brilliance that was Jordyn Wieber this past week.  Wow, wow, wow.  She’s the “it” girl right now, and with the Russians Mustafina and Komova injured, the heavy favorite heading into the all-around at this year’s world championships.  Wieber could legitimately contend for individual medals on all four events and is particularly strong on beam and vault.  She has that extra something that made Miller, Patterson, Liukin, and Johnson great.  If she can STAY HEALTHY (such an impossible task in today’s era of gymnastics) she could give the United States their third consecutive gold medal in the Olympic all-around competition next year.

Chance of making the world team: 98%.  Chance of making the Olympic team: 95%.

And there you have it.  A very long-winded account of the Visa National Championships.  If I write about US gymnastics in the near future it will probably revolve around the Karolyi regime and the plusses and minuses of the current selection process system.  But I’ve typed enough for a small college paper at this point and should return to “more important things” like my job or something.  If you actually made it through this entry, you get a gold medal.  But be careful and don’t get injured mounting the podium.

A guest blogger today!

Friday

Dear Diary,

I am as big as a head of cabbage now and weigh 2 whole pounds.  I don’t know what a cabbage is, but I think that means I’m getting pretty big.  My eyes are opening, but I can’t really see anything.  It’s pretty dark down here, but it’s warm and comfy so I don’t complain.  I have lots of space, although it doesn’t seem quite as big in here as it did a couple of months ago. 

Saturday

Dear Diary,

This afternoon Mommy and Daddy went for a long walk.  I like it when they go for walks because they talk to each other for a long time and are happy.  I usually fall asleep though and then I think maybe I missed out on something.  They kept saying how nice it was outside.  I wish I could see what they see!  They also watched a television show called 24.  Sometimes Mommy gets really tense when she watches it and sometimes she laughs a lot.  I don’t understand this.  After each episode Daddy reads something out loud and they laugh even more.  I’m glad it makes them happy, but occasionally the loud noises from the TV scare me.

Sunday

Dear Diary,

Today I figured out how to stand up.  That was FUN.  I celebrated by jumping up and down ALL DAY.  My feet could bounce on this sac that’s below my hideout and it was like being on a trampoline.  I skipped a few of my naps because it was just too cool.  I don’t know if Mommy liked it as much, but I couldn’t stop!  She kept putting her hands on her stomach and talking to me.  I sure got a lot of attention from her today!

Monday

Dear Diary,

My favorite time of the whole day is in the middle of the night.  Mommy goes to sleep for a long time and it gets too quiet.  When she gets up to go to the bathroom I get so excited that she’s awake that I jump and kick for a long time.  She doesn’t seem to mind too much, which is good because I like it when she’s awake.  She sometimes sticks me up against Daddy’s back…I think she wants me to kick him too.  I try, but he is harder to wake up.  I think this is because he hasn’t had any coffee for a while. 

Tuesday

Dear Diary,

I decided to stop jumping up and down today and focus on my sideways kicks.  Mommy shared part of a candy bar with me today and that was VERY exciting.  I had never had one before and it made us both hyper for a little while.  She also played her flute for a long time in the evening.  Her flute music makes me sleepy.  I like it when she sings better.  I try to sing along too and practice my drumming skills.  I think I want to play instruments when I get a little bigger.  Music makes me very happy.  When Mommy and Daddy were at Csehy they sang every evening and it was the best part of the day!

Wednesday

Dear Diary,

Today I am pretty sleepy.  I kept Mommy up for a long time last night when she got up to go to the bathroom.  She is especially quiet this morning and I think she probably wants to take a nap.  I kick her sometimes to let her know I’m still mostly awake and ready to play, but she still seems tired.   I don’t know if she can take a nap because she’s at work, but I can whenever I want.  Usually I don’t want to though.  There’s too much stuff to do and I have to practice sucking my thumb, kicking, flipping around, and swallowing.  Sometimes when I swallow a lot I get the hiccups.  They don’t last very long but I don’t like them!

Loop-dee-loop

I was chatting recently with a friend who was describing another friend’s blog, which had turned into a pregnancy blow-by-blow.  My friend was growing tired of the entries, complaining that, “Duh!  Most people already know this stuff…we don’t need to read it in your blog.”  My mental, non-spoken response was immediately, “Well, then, don’t read the blog!”  But I did understand a little bit where she was coming from.  To be honest though, if I’m anything like the average American woman, I do enjoy reading others’ stories about new life, seeing pictures of growing tummies, and counting down the days until their due dates.  Maybe a part of that is because I’m journeying through it too, but it’s held true since before I knew I was pregnant.  I guess the whole point of this paragraph is to say, if you aren’t interested, there is no pressure to read what I have to say.  Very few people even know I have a blog and I write mostly what entertains me, because the main point of this blog is to eat up time at work!  But, if you are interested, be forewarned—it’s probably going to be baby-centric for the foreseeable future.  If you had a kid the size of a cabbage jumping around in your abdomen constantly you wouldn’t be able to think about much else either.

So it’s another week at the job and the big news in our house is that I won’t have to work here forever!  VWH has landed a full-time job!  It is relatively local, at a Christian school, and, most importantly, comes with benefits.  This makes us super excited  as I can plan to stay at home with our little one after his arrival.  I can NOT wait!!!!  My departure date is still to be determined, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it is beautiful.  (This is especially good timing as I just received my annual employee evaluation from my lovely boss and was deemed an extremely “average” employee…good to know I won’t be missed…)  November can’t come fast enough!

I have mental images of being snowed in, with a pot of soup simmering on the stove, cuddling my little baby in our glider rocker, watching out the front window for VWH to arrive home from work and welcoming him into a spotless home.  Haha.  Yeah right.  I’m not stupid.  I know that babies are just as messy, noisy, and stinky as they are cute and snuggly.  And just because I’m staying at home with a baby doesn’t mean I will have free time.  Being a stay-at-home mom is quite possibly the toughest job in the world.  If you don’t believe me, you may end up here.  Still, I can’t help but think that our baby will be pretty stinkin’ cute, even if he is also noisy and messy. 

And I don’t intend to stop working.  Working my current job, yes.  Absolutely.  But now I can start teaching private music lessons once again, which will be a good source of income and bring some music back into my life.  My mom kept up a studio while we were at home and it’s turned into quite the business for her.  I look at the way my parents went about raising us and I really do desire to parallel a lot of their choices.  They exhibited a lot of wisdom in balancing work and family, always putting their kids first.  I hope that’s paid off for them as much as it did for us.

This blog has turned into random musings, which wasn’t the intent, but I don’t have the energy to go back and try to turn it into an essay either.  So, random musings are what you’re stuck with today.  At least I posted! 

Event planning in the 21st century

Family wedding #3 is in the history books and it was lovely!  You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day weather-wise, particularly with the reception being held out of doors.  Our light green, light material bridesmaid dresses were cool and comfy in the July weather, the bride resplendent in her gown, and the groom equally up to the task in a tux and top hat.  It was truly a special day for them and for my family, which gains yet another girl.  When I was small I used to beg my mom for a little sister and she would always respond, “If it’s God’s will.”  (I found out later that “God’s will” really meant “medical miracle.”  I guess 3 kids were enough…)  Now I have four sisters and they are all uniquely blessed and contribute in new ways to our Smith clan.

Now that wedding season is over until winter, VWH and I can turn our thoughts and well-honed event planning strategies towards the biggest event of our marriage.  Baby S is due to arrive in November, which leaves us 4 months to figure out everything about preparing for his arrival…and how to parent…and how our revised budget is going to work…and…well, we’re never going to figure it all out.  Even the brief forays we’ve taken into planning have proven to be a bit overwhelming.  And with good reason…the world has changed.

When I was growing up (which really, truly, and honestly wasn’t that long ago) you didn’t need that much to keep a baby happy.  A crib, a few clothes, clean diapers, a couple of toys (which could include household items like pots, boxes, a tube of toothpaste, etc…), a food grinder and voile…you’re set!  I now see that our society has moved beyond the simplistic measures of child-rearing, as is illustrated below.

First off, I have already been given, not one, but two contraptions known as “wipes warmers.”  That’s right…a wipes warmer.  You plug this bad boy in, put your wipes in it (making sure the bottom has a bit of water) and your baby’s behind stays clean and warm.  Because this apparently makes for a much more fruitful parenting experience.   There’s something about putting a clammy warm wipe on anything that turns my stomach, but according to the wipes warmer people, kids flip for this stuff.  The previous owner of my wipes warmers informed me that I should “keep one upstairs and the other downstairs so they’re extra handy.”

Secondly, cloth diapers have evolved people.  My mom used cloth diapers and taught me to fold them at the ripe old age of 2, so believe me, I know what they are were.  Those big safety pins looked like harpoons when I was little.  VWH and I have kind of shied away from using them, clinging to the shaky “fact” that it’s just as bad for the environment to use all that hot water to clean them as to buy disposables.  Well, I was recently educated in the advances of cloth diapers and I have to admit, they are a lot cooler looking than they used to be.  They also look way more expensive and complicated.  See the following video for a demonstration, noting that the baby stays perfectly still for over 3 minutes as his mom follows an intricate series of steps to change one diaper.  VWH and I watched it and are once again invoking our environmental statistic. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqfPYJshPq0&feature=player_embedded

Finally, baby monitors.  OK, I’m not sure we ever had a baby monitor.  If we did, it was named “older sibling” who picked up on the fussy cries of a baby at lightning speed.  When I did babysitting, some families had baby monitors that looked like cheap plastic walkie talkies.  And they were kind of cool, but nothing fancy.  I imagine they didn’t cost more than $20.  But now…NOW…we have Super Baby Monitor.  This thing does everything but change that complicated cloth diaper.  (But I’m pretty sure it could have managed the safety pins.)  You have to click on the Amazon video link on the page to get the full effect…

http://www.amazon.com/Lorex-LW2003-Video-Monitor-White/dp/B003Q6CU12/ref=sr_1_1?s=electronics&ie=UTF8&qid=1310310859&sr=1-1

Between recharging my digital, picture-taking, home-security-system-included-baby monitor and keeping my wipes warm I’m going to have to invest in a few power strips…

So you can see that we have much research to do.  But ultimately I’m pretty sure the pots and boxes will still come in handy.  Here’s to a happy baby and to parents with more than two pennies to rub together!

Isn't he cute?  I think he's waving...or possibly thumbing his nose at us...maybe he wants a wipes warmer after all.

Lessons from Hayden

Things I've learned from my 16 month-old niece:

1.       Reading books is fun.  We should spend a lot of time reading and rereading books…front to back and back to front.

2.       The delight of eating goldfish crackers easily outweighs the troubles of life.

3.       It’s really OK to put your hands on the glass window and examine it up close.  Smudges are only temporary and completely acceptable.

4.       Naps are GREAT.

5.       Stroller walks are an excellent source of fun.  Pushing the stroller though…inexplicably superior.

6.       Sharing an ice cream cone with your aunt isn’t a bad thing at all.  Germs are for wimps.

7.       Trucks and tractors really are incredible feats of engineering.

8.       Feeling clean and fresh definitely improves one’s overall mood.

9.       That being said, it’s OK to be messy sometimes.  In fact, it can be preferable in triggering the giggles.

10.     Saying “I love you” brings a smile to just about anybody’s face.