Tuesday, January 26, 2010

A Day in the Life

iss Boo and Brother have been "doing school" lately.  Miss Boo colors and learns letters, numbers, shapes, and concepts like "empty", and Brother tries to eat crayons.  It's great.  Our days, as a consequence of all the excitement, have been beginning early.


"Morning, Mom!"  (Actually he's calling me "Meh" these days, but I think it means "Mom".)


Well, Graps, not that we want to be offensive, but if this isn't the definiton of "beaner", I don't know what is...




Miss Boo demonstrates how you're *supposed* to eat refried beans.


Brother demonstrates *the fun way* to eat refried beans.


"That's beans and meat and corn and olives, Mama."


"Whaddya mean, I have beans in my hair?  I like 'em there!  Put down that washcloth, or I'll just have to grin at you until you drop it, laughing!"


Mama found this rocking horse--wooden--at the secondhand store for $15.  It's sturdy, the right size, and safe--but it has a horribly ugly face.  I'm going to paint it.  One of these days.


"No, Buddy, you can't ride the horse.  It's too big for you.  No, Buddy.  Don't grab me.  Don't grab my leg, Buddy, it's too big for you."


"Mama, take my picture.  Take my picture on the camera, Mama."

Cheers!

Breanna

Friday, January 22, 2010

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!



Don't you think the title says it all?

Cheers,

Breanna

Thursday, January 21, 2010

I Know I Keep Telling You To Read Leila, but....

... you really need to.  Ergo:

I was cute and not oppressive to others, don't worry. But sometimes I was less showered than other times, in a way that made me just not feel...cheerful.


And I sort of had a vague 70s hippie idea that you shouldn't be vain -- that it was a bourgeois vanity to indulge in new towels, blow dryers, and sundry items necessary for efficient grooming.


You kind of had to be there.
 
It's just such a relief to know that it has happened to others before me, who did not die or sink into needing what Lisa Simpson in a nightmare called "Mama's pryin' board".  (I.e., "Hey, kids.  Be quiet.  Mama's watchin' her stories."  A moment goes by.  "Hey, chicken-pop.  Get Mama's pryin' board.  I'm gonna go to the liberry and rent us some movies.")
 
And Amen to the idea that new towels can be a useful investment in domestic happiness.
 
I should talk, right now; I'm recovering from a baaaad cold (I think it was actually an influenza) and a fever, and the house looks like a battalion of French soldiers has been bivoacking in the living room and kitchen, and my beds aren't even made, but still.  There is hope!
 
Cheers,
 
Breanna

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Right Way to Eat Applesauce

With a fork, you say?

With a spoon?

Piffle!


Why mess around with flatware when you can just stick your face (and hands, and elbows) straight in the bowl?


Miss Boo favors a "dip the spinach in the applesauce and then lick it off" approach to eating both applesauce and spinach.


"Eeek! A camera flash!"


Miss Boo really does eat spinach, despite her hesitation.


Yup, no spoons needed here.


"Mama, take my picture.  Take my picture too, Mama."

We had, between sore throats and dreams about spiders, a broken night last night.  For some reason this morning that inspires me to post this video, which, if you recite along with it, is a wonderful vent for the feelings:




And then, to be fair, I have to include this video, too, which is more serious (and the best scene in "On the Waterfront", which may possibly be the best American movie ever made):



Cheers!

Breanna

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

This is How I Clean

Another great post from Leila--if you clean anything more than once a year, you should read it.

The Husband is out of town being brilliant on an overnight business trip (note to any bad guys reading this: he is not the only one in the house who knows how to use the guns, so prey on some other blogger if you value your ankles) so we have been having a eat-up-leftovers, play-in-the-mud, take-three-hour-naps kind of a day

Miss Boo took the three hour nap, not me.

Though maybe I should have.  Instead, I read this book:




(half of it)

and found it very good and encouraging.  Of course, the author doesn't allow for concupiscience or sin nature (translation: oneryness) that we know is bound up in the hearts of children, but she also doesn't assume that if you are simply "well attached" to your children that they will always mind.  She gives umpteen strategies to pick from to get a toddler/preschooler/elementary kid to mind.

This book has helped me re-rework my schedule, emphasizing meals and naps.  Amazing how those can get caddywumpus if you're not looking.

(Why am I talking like a grizzled 1860s prospecter all of a sudden?)

And if all else fails, well, we already know how to spank if we need to.

Cheers,

Breanna

Monday, January 11, 2010

Two Lovely Posts From Leila

First, this one to kick your butt in gear, and then this one to move you forward.

I don't know about you, but I'm off to wash diapers and figure out ny supper side dishes.

Avaunt!

Breanna

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Update

So I had this thing happen last week...


(No, not THIS thing.  This is Brother, saying "You look silly, Mama!")

I've had this thing for almost a month, actually; a random sick, achy feeling between 10:30 and 11:30 in the morning.  It got bad enough on Friday last week that the Husband was called home to take me to urgent care, where I met a physician's assistant from Poland--or possibly Russia--or maybe Slovakia.  At any rate, she talked like Natasha from Rocky & Bullwinkle.


(We've discovered one of the best toys in the world is a plate of dried beans.  You can make shapes in it, and count them, and they rattle when you drop them.  And the dog eats the ones you drop.)

So the Polish/Slovakian/Russian gal checked me over from teeth to toenails, took several tests, felt all over my stomach, said some things I didn't understand that must have been jokes (she laughed), and concluded:

We don't know what was wrong with me, but amoxicillin should fix it.


("No!  We don't eat our counting beans!  They taste yucky because they're not cooked!  And if we eat them we can't count them anymore!  Let's just leave them on the plate!")

I had elevated white blood cells, though not really elevated enough to be terribly important or indicative.  So I accepted the prescripiton for amoxicillin and have been taking it like a good girl.

So far, it seems to be working; I haven't had any more "attacks".

(And no.  I'm not pregnant.  We checked that, too.)


("I'm dust... I'm dust making beans, Mama.  I'm dust making little beans, Mama.")


(Do you think these count as organic since I grew them from non-organic lentils to begin with?  But I didn't spray them with any pesticides or fertilizers.  Hm.)

So I'm  better now, but the Husband is still insisting I see our regular doc next week.  So.  I will keep everyone posted.  I tend to think that whatever it was is gone now, but hey, that's just me.  And really, I would be insisting if it was him, so I have to take my medicine like a gallant lady and take my own advice, as well.

Stay warm!

Cheers,

Breanna

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Attention Terrorists! Try Slovakia!

Did you hear about how the government in Slovakia planted explosives on an unwitting passenger, to "check their sniffer dogs"?


And how eight--count 'em-- such "test" packages got past their security?

And how the pilot of the plane, although he knew he was carrying explosives in the hold, still decided to take off for Ireland?

And how the Irish weren't told it was a test, and raided the poor passenger's house, and held him for several hours?

And how the answer that the Slovakian security people are giving right now is, "well, nobody could have gotten hurt..."

So.  If you are a terrorist, you could probably board a plane in Slovakia, assuming there's nothing there that you want to blow up, and ride it to another country that you DO want to blow up, and have not much problem at all, since apparently "sniffer dog" is Slovakian for "traffic cone".

Cheers,

Breanna

Monday, January 4, 2010

Oh, and In Fairness

...there are some organic products I like better than their counterparts, but not because they are organic, because of other features.  I mentioned the Good Earth Organic teething biscuts.  I also like:

1) Dr. Bronner's soap (though it's too expensive to buy most of the time) - it smells nice.

2) Hebrew National Hot Dogs - not organic, actually, but all premium beef from the front of the cow and kosher.  They. Just. Taste. So. Good.  But they are also too expensive to buy most of the time, unless Costco has them.

3) TruRoots Quinoa - organic, but that's accidental.  If Costco carried conventional quinoa--if ANYBODY carried conventional quinoa--I would take it.

4) Traditional Medicinals Organic herb teas - like the ginger one I drink to settle my stomach when I'm pregnant, or the nettle one I drink for the iron, or the "Nighty-Night" tea I drink as a mild sedative so I don't shoot the children and the dog... again, if anybody made conventional herb teas with the herbs I wanted, I would buy them, but as it is Traditional Medicinals (and a weirder company called Yogi Tea) are the sources I have.  I could buy the herbs in bulk from the Foofie Hippy Health Food Store here in town, but they are all organic.

5) Sometimes my canned tomatoes are organic because that's what Costco carries that week.  Ditto our frozen green beans.

Just to be transparent and all.  I don't avoid organics.  I just don't seek 'em out, either.

Cheers,

Breanna

Steel Lettuce?

I am married to someone who has a degree in chemical engineering, and another degree in metallurgical engineering.  He laughs at the very term "organic food".


What, he says, is the alternative?  Inorganic food?

Then he collapses into the giggles.

(For those of you who aren't chemists, "organic" in chemistry just means "with carbon"; "inorganic" would apply to things like steel or possibly molybdenum.)

Nobody with a TV or a parenting magazine can be ignorant that All The Best People use organics these days.  By organic, they mean nothing clearly defined, but something more along the lines of "natural, without chemicals and pesticides and preservatives, and probably in some sort of recycled packaging, possibly with a happy cow on the front".

The claims are vast--organic food is better for you, better for the environment, and better for farmers.  Organic food will cure your diabetes, your autism, and your asthma.  Organic food is what Responsible Parents give their children.

Inorganic--sorry, "conventional"--food, on the other hand, is supposed to be the cause of a whole host of ills, from obesity to how dumb children are these days.

So here, in no particular order, is my debunking of the Organic mythos:

1. Organic food is not chemical-free food.

1. a) Organic food does not mean you love the planet more.

You'd think this would be obvious, given how everything on earth is made of chemicals, but hey, let's say "poison chemicals" and use the word how people use it conversationally.

You'd think with such high-falutin' claims that there would be some sort of research on the topic. Like, how much of a pesticide load does an organic apple carry vs. a conventional apple (easily testable, you'd think) and does the pesticide load of a conventional apple do any demonstrable harm to humans (perhaps not so easily testable)?
Alas, I haven't seen such research. I've seen claims that organic apples don't have particular icky poisons on them, but then I have to wonder what the farmers DO use, considering that even my two apple trees had to be treated to prevent boring beetles from killing them last year, with a pesticide.

The research I've seen is somewhat interesting: organic farmers use pesticides and fertilizers, just not the same pesticides as conventional farmers. For instance, organic farmers spray "BT", which is the abbreviation for a bacteria, on plants as a pesticide. This is ok. But for some reason it is not okay to use genetically modified (read: hybrid) cotton that's been impregnanted with BT, minimizing the need for spraying (and the hazards to humans involved). It's ok to use copper as a fertilizer, although it never breaks down and can contaminate groundwater, but not nitrogen, even though it does break down when it is used by the plants and even though the EPA has rules about whether it can get into the groundwater.

a) There is no evidence that pesticides and fertilizers used by organic farmers are any better for the soil and groundwater than pesticides and fertilizers used in conventional agriculture.  It seems like they should be, but in reality whether your nitrogen is from a nozzle or from six truckloads of pig poop, you are still putting nitrogen in the groundwater.  Ya dig?

2. Buying Organic food does not mean you are sticking it to the man.

A lot of arguments about/for organic food respond to criticisms by saying "Well, of course!  That's what the USDA/FDA would say--they're always supporting conventional agriculture and the big food companies!  Didn't you see Food Inc.?"

This argument is often made smugly by someone chomping on a carrot from a package by Earthbound Farms, which, if you didn't know, is owned by Kraft Foods.

That's right.  Most of the organic food you see in supermarkets?  It's produced by the same big food companies that produce the conventional food.  So unless you're buying all your organic food at a (local) farmer's market or growing it yourself, you are not supporting small farms.

3. Buying Organic food does not mean you are automatically buying healthy food.

I have a jar of organic animal crackers on my counter, mostly because there was no conventional animal crackers at Costco on the day I needed animal crackers.  They have no high-fructose corn syrup in them, but they have just as much sugar as the regular kind and are probably not the thing you should base your diet around.

I have also seen organic mac n' cheese, organic chips, organic chocolate, and organic cheese.  I'm just sayin'.  It's possible to get heart disease eating high-fat organic soy patties just as it is eating burgers.

4. Buying Organic food does not make you a better parent.

Ouch.  This one is tough for people to hear.  Here is the truth: people want a way to measure their righteousness.  Martha Beck, in Expecting Adam, tells about being an atheist student at Harvard trying to make sense of being pregnant with a baby diagnosed with Down's Syndrome.  She admits to studying everything about it she could get her hands on, as "my secular humanist's way of trying to sacrifice the right goat".

Parents have so much tied up in their kids, and so little way of recieving feedback reliably.  Does your baby sleep through the night?  No?  Why not?  Does your baby ever sleep in your bed?  Does your baby always sleep in his own bed?  What kind of clothes do they wear?  Cloth or disposable diapers?  Spanking or no spanking?  Schedules or no schedules?  Do they play outside every day?  How much do you bathe them, once or twice a day?  Too much!  Not enough!

There are dissenting voices on every parenting topic under the sun, but pretty much nobody is against organic food.  The people who are unconvinced of its benefits see nothing harmful about a carrot, be it organic or conventional, and the people who believe organic is better see it as a divine right of childhood to have "real organic lettuce".  (Like as opposed to steel lettuce?)

So a parent can buy Good Earth Organic wheat teething biscuts (I buy them because they don't make as big a mess as the Gerber ones) and feel that here, at least, is one decision s/he can be sure of.

The problem?  There's not a shred of proof that organic is any better for children than conventional.  And parents who don't have a lot of money are going to have a hard time affording organic food (thrice the cost at my local supermarket), let alone organic cotton clothing, organic crib mattresses (they have those) and organic diapers (yep).
 
But let's be honest, a lot of the Organic stuff is the premium stuff--it's fancier, prettier, and certainly more stylish.  Which brings us to point five:

5. Organic is not a "movement", it's a fashion.

Gasp!  What?  How can something so widespread be a mere fashion?  How can I think that?  Clearly Americans have finally figured out that their diets are vastly wrong, right?  They demanded change with their dollars and got it!

Well, sure, but I remember a couple of other times that products began showing up on supermarket shelves, and they're not really there anymore.  For instance, low-fat.

Remember the low-fat thing?  Susan Powers?  "The fat makes you fat"?  Yeah.

How about Dr. Atkins?  The low-carb thing?  Remember when you could get low-carb bread, low-carb wraps, low-carb candy, everything?  Yeah.

So forgive me if I'm not buying the idea that organic food isn't going to go the same way, particularly if we are really having an "extended economic downturn", and most people simply can't pay a premium on their food.

But why, if what you say is true, do so many people buy organic religiously?

Well, that's the kicker, isn't it?  Religiously?

It's very tempting to have a way to measure our righteousness so that we come out better than our neighbors.  Whether we do this by the clothes we wear ("I wear headcoverings."  "Oh really? Well I wear only skirts." "Oh really? Well I wear only organic natural fibers.") or our political leanings ("I marched in a peace rally."  "Oh yeah? I held a sign that said 'no gay marriage'.") or our food choices ("I keep kosher."  "Oh really? Well, I eat all organic."  "Oh yeah? Well, I eat organic, seasonal, and local."), we are still only manufacturing false righteousness.

I'm not saying that anybody who enjoys organic food is being a Pharisee.  But that's the way to tell: do you enjoy it, like a hobby or any other taste--a taste for orange juice instead of grape juice, say?  Or are you stressed and worried about it?  Perhaps you can't find organic toothpaste.  Do you sit and worry that your teeth are bathed in bad chemicals and (saints forfend!) fluoride?  Do you insist that other people conform to your organic-ness, to the point of toting food with you when you go to someone's house?  Do you secretly think that people who could afford organic food but choose not to are being irresponsible?

In the end, it's simple:

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.
Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?


And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.
If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own."

--Matthew 6: 25-34

Cheers,

Breanna

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Alive and Thriving in 2010

Though I can't help noting that there are no huge, spinning space stations and Skynet hasn't nuked us all yet.

Get on the ball, scifi people!  We are three apocalypses overdue!

I'll have pictures and a post for you soon...

Cheers,

Breanna