So my hosting account is going to be expiring soon and I’ve decided to let Bebellyboo go. I am not a mommy blogger. Or a crafty mommy blogger. It’s not my thing.
I do hope to get a writing blog up and running sometime . . .
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So my hosting account is going to be expiring soon and I’ve decided to let Bebellyboo go. I am not a mommy blogger. Or a crafty mommy blogger. It’s not my thing. I do hope to get a writing blog up and running sometime . . . I have been thinking about this blog a lot. Especially during all these days I have not been posting (whoops!). Here’s the thing. It is STILL not working for me. I miss the crafty. Hmmmmmmm . . . I do not know how I neglected this for so long. It’s really quite embarrassing. But for all our trips to parks and Little D’s obssession with nature shows about birds, we had not gone out to do a true nature walk. A ramble. Tsk tsk, shame on me. Why has it taken me so long to get Little D into a really nice, nature oriented park? I do not know. I have been blinded by the equipment heavy play parks and baby gyms. I have been disoriented by the bustle of the city. I’ve been distracted by the worries in our lives over food allergies and speech delays. And I guess I forgot. I forgot how much I loved getting out into the world of trees and birds and just rambling. It was such a part of my life when I was a kid. We had an enormous backyard that my brother and I conquered daily. We frequented state parks. And when time did not allow for such a day long excursion, we’d head up to our local botanical gardens and walk the trails. We made up stories. We drew maps of our adventures. It was so much fun and SO NECESSARY. Geez. But today I went out to meet a lovely group of local AP moms and we rambled and roamed the meadows and hills and woods with our kids and babies. It was GREAT. Little D had A BLAST. This little guy who can get so frustrated at regular parks - taking turns on swings, finding a shovel in the sandbox, feeling nervous around the more boisterous kids on the playscapes - was full of focused and content energy. He ran. He climbed up and down stony steps. He picked flowers. He learned how to blow the puffy seeds off of a dandelion. He tumbled and rolled in long grass. He got sweaty and shed his coat and hat. It was all so right. I feel like sometimes the mom I meant to be has been overshadowed by my worries over Little D’s health issues. I’ve gotten so exhausted and honestly, bitter, that I’ve made a lot of choices based on convenience. It has seemed easier to go to the parks with swings and sandboxes. Neat, organized, not too much thought needed, I know exactly what to expect. Just go. And not that they are bad. Little D loves swings. We’ll still be going to parks with swings. But I thought I’d be the mom showing my kid the world I saw as a kid. Full of magic and wonder. I always meant to be this mom. This mom I was today. So I don’t have much time to write today but I wanted to help get the word out about the wonderful Carnival of Gentle Discipline. I just found out about by way of PhD Parenting who linked to the source at The Baby Dust Diaries. In short, April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month and April 30th is SpankOut Day USA. The Carnival of Gentle Discipline is a week long celebration (April 26-30th) of Gentle Discipline. For those who have not heard the term, Gentle Discipline refers to parenting your children with gentleness and respect, and without the use of punshiments or threats. There is, of course, a lot more to it but as I said, I am short on time right now. I am hoping to participate and anyone who wants to support Gentle Discipline can! Follow the link above or click on the button below to The Baby Dust Diaries post to find out how. So a sad sort of a post. I feel bad. I really should have written about this when it happened but I couldn’t quite get into the mindspace needed. In the wee morning hours of April 2nd we had to put our dear old cat, Pharoah, to sleep. He was very old and very sick and it was time. But still very sad. I was and am very sad. Hone is extremely sad. He raised Pharaoh from a tiny kitten. They spent a little over 20 years together! They saw each other through some really rough times. Pharoah was an exceptionally sweet cat. Never spiteful. He had a gentle, kittenish meow. He was an all around gentlemanly cat. I was not able to be as demonstrative with kitty cuddles due to my kitty allergies but he and I had an understanding. Love for Hone bonded us. I am going to be changing the focus of this blog soon. I think what I really want to write abut here is mommying and not lame sweaters. I may wipe the slate clean and start over. I may just keep what’s here and continue with new stuff. I am pondering. Bloggy blog blog bloggity! 1) I almost have my writing blog organized. But I cannot decide how I want to use it or share it. Do I want to link it here? Do I want to keep it separate? Do I want to use my real name on it? Do I want to post actual writing I am doing or just talk about the process of writing? Decisions decisions . . . 2) I am about to embark on a silly photography game for myself. Using color. Each week I will pick a color and take photos showcasing that color and then make a mosaic of those photos in a crazy explosion of that color. Or something. Yeah, so really I just like making mosaics (like here and here). 3) I have a tiny repurposed toddler clothes project. Well, it’s not really a repurpose job, more of a slight adjustment to a shirt. BUT it will prolong the life of said shirt so . . . maybe it’s more of a recycle! Post about that soon. 4) I think I am giving up on my resolutions because I just cannot do them. They are stressing me out. 5) But I am still writing my novel. I HATE short rows!! Well, maybe not all short rows. There may be some short rows out there that are okay, some that are sweet and kind and polite. But the short rows in Hone’s sweater-in-progress? Are sucky and rude. Super sucky and rude. I have unpicked the short row section of this sweater no less than 4 times. I believe the problem is that this sweater is knit in the round and after wrapping stitches on both sides you then knit an entire round instead of continuing back and forth. I think this is the problem. But what do I know? My current score for knitting-sweaters-for-Hone is me:0, sweaters:3. So these evil short rows keep leaving holes in my knitting. Holes! Big gaping holes! Stupid short rows. I tried and tried and tried to figure out how not to have holes. I employed the brains of my good knitting friend and googled for hours and yet, no solution could be found. Finally I just started knotting up the holes on the inside. I know! It’s bad. It’s ugly. My perfectionist self is very annoyed. When the sweater is done I am sure Hone will love it and wear it and say how awesome it is but I will be all, “Yeah, but the holes. Stupid sweater.” Sigh. Yeah, they were were WAY too ambitious. Obviously. 1) Do something about feeling so floompy all the time. Start exercising. Take it slow. How about once in January, twice in February, thrice in March and so on so by next December you’ll be dancing around about three times a week. Think about how nice exercising would be someday far in the future. 2) Read one book a week. Really long books can span two weeks but only if they are REALLY long. Reading Little D toddler books do not count, not even when you read them 79 times in a row. (This goal is NOT about making myself read because I LOVE to read. It’s about GIVING MYSELF THE TIME to read. Because currently I never do. It somehow feels like too much of a luxury, like there are toddler clothes I could fold or toys I could be busy tripping over.) This one started out well but then I picked a “real” book (instead of a children’s novel that reads like the wind) for the first week of February and it, ahem, took me all month to read. But it was really good. But took so long to read. Whew! So, read a little (for fun) everyday. 3) Write up reviews of the books you read mainly to make yourself think about them in more words than “Book good. Book not good.” Put them here or on Goodreads, or something. *Snort* Write reviews being all coherent and crap? You silly person. Okay, uh make sure you RATE each book you read on Goodreads. 4) Do Illustration Friday 10 times this year. See, piece of cake, not even once a month. Seriously, you can do this! Seriously, you cannot. Doodle a little if you want to, or whatever. 5) Do Project 365 this year. AND so it actually does something like improve your photo skills, these shots have to be in fully manual mode. Actually taking more photos would be good and I have a plan I will detail later in a separate post. Muhahahahahahahahaha. 6) Knit one sweater for yourself this year. Like a real sweater. So, like, pretend you are going to knit yourself a sweater and you know, if it works out, great. 7)Knit one sweater for Hone this year. Also a real sweater. Oh! You can keep this one since this sweater is almost done. Woo! 8 ) And just so he doesn’t feel left out, knit one sweater for Little D this year. This one can be fake. You can keep this one too. Toddlers are small. 9) Write a novel. (Shhhhh, this one is being snuck in so I won’t really notice it until it’s too late.) Write a novel. What? This resolution is totally doable. What? Shut up. 10) Start cooking more. (No, I won’t quantify it! Neener neener.) So I am doing this already. Weird, since I sorta hate cooking. But I love eating so maybe that is it . . . So finally, here is the long-awaited post about Little D’s speech delay. Actually, this is a long-awaited post in general because I. Am. The. Worst. Blogger. Ever. It seems I can only write blog posts when I am very tired and slap happy. That would explain all the silliness. Anyway, so Little D has a significant speech delay. I know what you are thinking. You are like, “Wait! He has severe food allergies? And probable Celiac? And asthma? And refuses to eat most foods? And a speech delay? WHAT is up with your child?” I know, right?! , I have no idea why he has so many issues. I guess he lost the baby-good-genes lottery. But before you feel too bad for us, Hone always says, “Yeah, but he won the most important lottery of all. He got you as a mom.” Awwwwwwwwwwwww! Sniffle. ANYWAY, so Little D did all the babbling that little babies do at all the appropriate ages and such. But when he got to be about a year he seemed a little behind. No reason for worries. I mean, developmental age ranges are ranges and so we thought he was likely a late talker. He understood us just fine and was starting to sign up a storm. But then 18 months rolled around and he had 2 spoken words. Then 2 years rolled around and he had 4 spoken words. He had over 200 ASL signs and communicated very well with sign language but no speech. So we started looking for a speech therapist. Our first therapist seemed super awesome. She was all, “I don’t push kids” and “diagnoses are less important to me than how the kid is doing” and “blah dee dee blah dee blah”. I liked this at first but then quickly realized that her “philosophy” seemed more about not having any accountability. AND she also seemed to have a skewed view of who I was as a mom. Like, when she found out we weren’t doing preschool (and planning to homeschool) she seemed convinced that I was some sort of crazy shut-in, forcing my poor little child to watch the world from behind the windows of our home, never to interact with a single soul. I was like, “Dude, we do playgroups and are out and about all the time.” But whatever. She was one of those perfectly put together moms with the tan and the highlighted hair and the matching outfits. I am . . . not. We met with her a few times and it had absolutely no impact on Little D. THEN she pissed me off when I wrote her this message telling her that Little D had spontaneously said the word “night” and wasn’t that wonderful and she was all “you need to be around other kids so you can see where his speech should be and so you and he can socialize.” I was like, “We hired you as a SPEECH THERAPIST, clearly we realize his speech is not where it should be! You are not the right fit for us,” and went in search of a better person. And I found one. OMG, our current speech therapist is truly awesome. Not only is she completely fluent in ASL (she works with a lot of hearing impaired kids) but she is also trained to work with kids with apraxia. And she figured out that Little D has apraxia almost immediately. Now technically it is hard to diagnosis it before the age of three. But she has had a ton of experience with kids with apraxia and she is very sure Little D has some form of it. AND she started approaching speech therapy with him as if he did and guess what? In 6 weeks he went from 4 spoken words to over 100. Yeah. YEAH. Now here we are four months into speech therapy with her and I’ve stopped counting his words. He talks all the time. BUT here is the thing. Apraxia is strange. Basically, and this is a very simplified unscientific description of it, Little D’s brain is missing some connections. Specifically, the connections that are involved in oral planning. It is very hard for him to get the shape of a word right. He has to grope around and listen to his own voice AND be guided in how to shape his mouth to get a specific sound. Obviously, this last part is hard for a 2.5 year old. So, speech therapy is going to get easier and easier as he gets older and can consciously direct his own speech. So when I say he has many many words now and talks all the time, it’s all relative. He’s still very much behind most kids his age. Very often we have to look at the context of his words and the intonation to guess at what he is saying. But it is amazing how well that works. Two weeks ago he was saying “tagid” for “guitar” and just today he said “dig-ga.” It may not seem like much but it shows how his approximations are getting more accurate. And he does have a lot of clear words. He rocks out with any words that rhyme with “pear” and says “bubble” and “purple” perfectly. But generally, for him, learning to speak is going to be about habituating words. He will just have to practice and practice and practice until that forges a little connection in his brain kind of by brute force as opposed to the more automatic way that most kids learn. And the good thing is that his receptive language is totally on track. I think all his signing helped with that. So here is a teeny tiny video snippet of a speech therapy session. In it you’ll see our speech therapist using the PROMPT technique which helps a lot with kids with apraxia. It is based on the idea that you can cue kids on what muscles and parts of their mouths they use to make certain sounds and this helps them get a word. In this snippet she is working on the “n” sound. The cue for that is to touch Little D’s nose to show him that the “n” sound comes from his nose. The super cute thing about Little D is that he totally uses these cues himself and you’ll see it in the video that he grabs his own nose. This is from a few weeks ago when he was just starting to get the “n” sound. Today for the first time he said, “onnnnnne” and “ninnnnne” when he was counting. He has not used the “n” sound in either of those words without prompting before. Progress progress! So, dude! I just found out (from one of my lovely friends) about the neatest writing exercise I have ever seen. Mini-sagas! Do you know what they are? I did not until yesterday and oh, how is it possible that I have been missing out on so much fun? Okay, so essentially, mini-sagas are itty-bitty stories. Stories written in exactly 50 words. Not 49. Not 51. 50. Fifty. Five-o. You can google it for all the particulars but I can say that they are the perfect thing for me right now. Why? 1) I have very little time for writing. But 50 words? THAT I can do. I am serious. These mini-sagas are AWESOME. I even wrote one last night. I will even share it here because it was so much fun to do. Note of warning: While on Bebellyboo I am a silly, silly person, my creative writing is generally dark and angsty (like a 13-year old girl) and almost always of the sci-fi/fantasy genre. It’s just how I am. So, here is my first ever mini-saga. Dun-dun-dun Glass Witches The witches faced the sea, chanting. Voices wavered, mouths full of blood. The towering wave trembled against their power, sprayed droplets, and then sank back shuddering. The water became a calm blue field. The townspeople cheered, expecting them to turn and smile. But they crumbled to dust in the sand. So, last Oct/Nov/Dec I knitted my new little niece a Pinwheel Sweater (free pattern located here). It took three months because nothing is slower in this world than my knitting. It was to be a lovely little Xmas gift. But my slowness was so woefully slow that I did not get it done on time even with three months and so, last week I FINALLY sent it out. Sheesh! But it arrived safely and now I can post pics! The Pinwheel Sweater rules because it can be worn two ways. One way fits teeny tiny babies and one way fits robust toddlers. Behold! Flip it and get the Toddler Fit from the front: The Pinwheely Back of the Toddler Fit: And Little D agreed to model it (okay, so he didn’t agree but it was too cute not to try it on him): And some of you may remember I also knitted a Pinwheel Sweater for my other little niece (on Hone’s side of the family) many moons ago. It was also purty. I LOVE Pinwheel Sweaters. And so much to say! So here is a recap: 1) Project 365 - is a bust! I took no photo yesterday. I feel no inspiration today. It’s done. I could call it a resolution failure but instead I feel like I just figured out more about my photography-ing (much like NaNo for my writing). Basically, I only like taking pictures of people. People is my muse. And since I am a bit about the privacy here with the toddler, well, not really going to work. So, eh. Maybe I’ll do Little D 365 on my own or somethin’. I leave you with this photo. Little D jamming on his jamming Xmas present from Uncle A and Auntie C: Okay, so this does not bode well, does not bode well at all. I have only just now, near the end of the first day of this shiny new year, even found the time to sit down and write this post although I have been planning it for weeks. So now I am thinking of resolving to accomplish gigantic goals? Have you met your own toddler, Joanne? Really, the nerve. 1) Do something about feeling so floompy all the time. Start exercising. Take it slow. How about once in January, twice in February, thrice in March and so on so by next December you’ll be dancing around about three times a week. 2) Read one book a week. Really long books can span two weeks but only if they are REALLY long. Reading Little D toddler books do not count, not even when you read them 79 times in a row. (This goal is NOT about making myself read because I LOVE to read. It’s about GIVING MYSELF THE TIME to read. Because currently I never do. It somehow feels like too much of a luxury, like there are toddler clothes I could fold or toys I could be busy tripping over.) 3) Write up reviews of the books you read mainly to make yourself think about them in more words than “Book good. Book not good.” Put them here or on Goodreads, or something. 4) Do Illustration Friday 10 times this year. See, piece of cake, not even once a month. Seriously, you can do this! 5) Do Project 365 this year. AND so it actually does something like improve your photo skills, these shots have to be in fully manual mode. 6) Knit one sweater for yourself this year. Like a real sweater. 7) Knit one sweater for Hone this year. Also a real sweater. 8 ) And just so he doesn’t feel left out, knit one sweater for Little D this year. This one can be fake. 9) Write a novel. (Shhhhh, this one is being snuck in so I won’t really notice it until it’s too late.) 10) Start cooking more. (No, I won’t quantify it! Neener neener.) Let the crazy begin. I just had to write a quick post about this because it is a cause near and dear to my heart. I have, since the birth of my son, become quite the lactivist. And our road to succesful breastfeeding was very, very rough. Some of you know the story but probably not all of it. So in a nutshell: THEN my innate stubborness and the great support of Hone -> Little D latching onto a nipple shield and great joy had by all. THEN a few weeks later horrible fussy nursing began with Little D only nursing for 30 seconds at a time and only when he was starving -> great anxiety and sadness for me and a frustrated baby -> this lasted off and on for FIVE long MONTHS -> THEN my wonderful LLL leader figured out I had over-active letdown that did not have the typical presentation -> one week later I had a baby who was happily nursing for great lengths of time for food and comfort. Today Little D continues to nurse happily at 2.5 years old. It is a wonderful thing. So, please visit this site: Best for Babes Why is it for days, nay weeks, there will be no spammy comments and then I will login to find 145? Is it some evil spam plan? Just when you think the spam is gone it attacks? And what about the spam that is such a loyal reader? I cannot count how many times getusomeviagra@lalala.com has told me, “I enjoy you article very much. Great reading. I adding to my list of read to future.” Oh getu, I felt almost bad deleting it. In non-spam related news, I have been knitting. Knitting despite the fact that I often find knitting to be maddening in its slowness. But I have a new baby niece now (and first one on my side of the family!) and nieces are girls and girly knitting is fun. Of course, the first thing I knitted was a Baby Surprise Jacket for my friend’s new baby boy. But tiny baby knitting is actually also kinda girly even if it is for a boy. Am I right? BUT the Baby Surprise Jacket turned out fine (since it knits all in one piece). Behold! AND NOW I am knitting something for my niece but it is not going well. I am now on my third full attempt because I am lame. No really. I have knitted this pattern before with no problems but this time, I am all with the messing up -miscounting lines and dropping stitches. It might have something to do with the toddler who cries and grabs my yarn and needles signing, “All done, Mama, all done!” Hmmmmm. But I shall prevail even though I am usually a quitter when it comes to ripping out knitting (people, it takes SO LONG AND NOW I HAVE TO START OVER AGAIN!) Speaking of quitting, I signed up for NaNoWriMo this year and after a valiant 4 days (and 5400 words) I quit. Yes I did! But can I say that I learned much about my writing and my process and what it may take to actually get something actually written? I can. I did. And because I have no time, no time at all, I have decided that the best way to use this non-time is to start another blog. A writing blog. Where I will write about writing and other such things. Or maybe write some short stories or something. No matter what I have made one decision. I AM going to be a published author someday. I totally am. Unless I quit or something. That toddler I mentioned before DOES like to grab my hands off my keyboard when I type, because, you know, how can I be paying attention to him if I am typing? Little D had an allergist appointment a few weeks back. It was actually to talk about asthma (which he does not have an official diagnosis far yet as he has not had three episodes BUT our allergist says she is pretty sure he has it). However, I mentioned that we were not doing any baked foods because it was so hard to find gluten-free flours that did not have tree nut contamination. Hence, Little D’s first RAST blood test results! The thing about this class system is that it does not correlate to the SEVERITY of a reaction, only the PROBABILITY. The higher the class, the higher the likelyhood there will be some sort of reaction. So Class 6 does not mean you will have an anaphylactic reaction, only that you are pretty much 100% likely to have a reaction. It could just be a hive. Of course, this also means that a Class 1 reaction could be anaphylactic. Okay, so Little D’s results: Well, as you can see, based on the numbers, Little D has no tree nut allergies. And this is pretty accurate, although the RAST test has a higher chance of false negatives (the skin prick test has a higher chance of false positives). So, I admit, I am a little nervous to actually try feeding him something with nuts in it (after carefully making sure they are a safe tree nut source and have no peanut contamination). It didn’t help that the nurse’s actual words were, “You can introduce nuts cautiously and you have an EpiPen.” Oh! We have an EpiPen. Okay then! Geez. Hone and I have decided to take it slow. We haven’t changed anything yet. We are pondering adding nuts at some point. We’re just waiting until we feel more comfortable. Also, I mentioned a few posts back that Little D has a serious speech delay (I’ll get into that in a later post) which also makes me more nervous to add a food he *could* have a reaction to because he is not able yet to say, you know, “Hey, my throat feels funny and is swelling up!” Oy! This allergy stuff gets more confusing. Still, I have come out of these tests feeling better. Seeing negative numbers has made it seem more managable. And we are hoping that his sesame number stays low and maybe drops more in coming years. The fact that it is below 15 means he has some chance of outgrowing it, although, his only reaction so far has been to sesame AND was a stage 1 anaphylactic reaction. The peanut number is very high and it is less likely he will outgrow it. It’s possible but less likely. But if he COULD outgrow the sesame it would be great. The sesame allergy is the hardest, frankly, because it is not recognized as a top allergen and nothing has to be labelled. Managing a peanut allergy is easier. So Baby D turned two in June! I know this is a very belated post about it but I had to post it so I could say this: In honor of turning two, Baby D shall henceforth be known as Little D! Woo! Oh, they grow up too fast! Here he is playing with his new kitchen on his birthday: And this photo was actually taken this past weekend but I thought it was a nice companion to the one taken last year when he turned one. So, I have been very uncrafty in the last few months. HOWEVER, I did sew up a shirt for Baby D many moons ago, probably in February or something. It is just about fitting him now, although the sleeves are still baggy. I sewed it completely by hand just as I threatened. It has my trademark wonk but it seems to be holding up well. I was supposed to use ribbed fabric for the collar and cuffs but I just used the jersey and I like ‘em! Seeing it on him today makes me want to make more . . . |
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