23 March 2013

Because Girls Aren't the Only Nurturing Ones...

My little boy is a nurturer.  He's *usually* gentle with the younger babies at church (although once in a while we think he is in danger of hugging and kissing them to death).  He likes to take care of Mommy when she is sick.  He's been praying for a baby sister for over a year (about the time he was articulate enough to pray on his own...looks like God will be answering that prayer in the affirmative come July, yay!).  He *gasp* likes to play with baby dolls.

Don't get me wrong, he is a man's man when it comes to building blocks, cars, trains, tools, more cars, running, balls, being loud, more cars, superheroes, and more cars.  But he has a baby doll that he loves.

If you've been reading my sporadic blog over here, you probably know I crochet...and that I like to crochet baby clothes as gifts.  Well, I have some of my old baby dolls in the attic, hoping to pass them on to Bitty Bear when she, you know, is born and grows big enough to play with them.  Sometimes I bring them down to model the clothes I'm crocheting, to make sure I got them right, you know.  Well, about a year ago, the Bear found one of my baby dolls and claimed it for his own.  It is a beautiful, big doll that looks like a real newborn (I used it for my Baby Boot Camp and breastfeeding classes when I was pregnant with the Bear, too).  When the Bear found the doll, we were trying to grant his wish for a baby sister, and we wanted him to know how to act around babies, so we let him keep it.  I found a doll bottle, and we dressed it in some of his old clothes with ducks (because he also loves ducks).  He named it Kit (came up with that on his own; we don't know anyone named Kit, and I've never read him any American Girl books...we might have watched an episode or two of TailSpin...).  Anyway, Kit changed genders a few times, but I think it's finally been established that Kit is a boy, and the Bear is Kit's Daddy, and I am Kit's Gannyma.

For a while, Kit alternated between sleeping in the Bear's old infant car seat and in the Bear's Lightning McQueen bed.  But we're going to need the car seat for Bitty Bear, so Kit needed a new bed.  Mommy searched Walmart and Toy's R Us, and guess what?  All doll beds are pink.


We've never told the Bear he can't like pink because he's a boy, but he came up with that idea on his own (he really likes purple, though, after blue and yellow).  Plus, pink would totally clash with the Bear's red race car bed.  So Mommy and Daddy painted it.
Now it looks like this!



We just used some primary colored acrylics on the pink part (ok, they chip quite a bit, even after applying a spray-on sealer).  Then we glued leftover McQueen and Mater fabric from the Bear's valances to the cardboard mattress. Yay for a boy doll cradle!

I post this, not because I'm proud of what a great job we did, because I'm seriously disappointed with the paint flaking off onto the carpet and Kit's poor little head...and the bed is slightly too small for the doll, so sometimes it falls apart if we're not careful.  I post this because I hope someone in the toy manufacturing biz will see it and think to make at the very least, some gender neutral doll beds.  I mean, even if my boy is the only one who is Daddy to a life-size newborn doll, I know there are little girls out there who pretend to have doll sons as well as doll daughters.  Or maybe not anymore, but there were boy baby dolls when I was growing up.  And some girls just don't like pink as much as others.

There's going to be some pink in Bitty Bear's room.  We painted her closet pink tonight.  But I've never, not even as a kid, liked the mindset that everything for girls had to be pink.  And as the mom of a very well-rounded little boy, I don't like the mindset that every toy that is about nurturing or parenting has to be marketed to girls and be pink. Please tell me I'm not alone?  Someone, please make some toys for future big brothers and future daddies, too!

24 January 2013

Flu Season

First of all, let me apologize for neglecting y'all.  Life is hectic when you're raising a toddler...even more so when you are raising a toddler and are building a whole new human being inside your belly...yes, if you didn't know, I'm pregnant again!  Someday we'll talk more about that, I hope.

I'm lazy. I got motivated to make this blog entry because doing so enters me in a contest for $1,000.  Let's just be honest about that from the start.  I probably won't win, but I'll be glad that the contest motivated me, because this topic is important.

It's flu season.  Especially being pregnant this year, people keep asking me if I've had my flu shot.  Well, no I haven't, because I'm not sure what I'm allergic to in flu shots, but I've had very strong negative physical reactions to every flu shot I've ever had in my life.  And because I don't know what in my biology causes those reactions, I don't know whether I've passed that trait on to the Bear.  So he doesn't get flu shots either.   I know, I'm a terrible mom, and a terrible human being who is destroying herd immunity.  But seriously, with no flu shots for us, we have to take other measures to prevent from getting the flu.

This winter we are concentrating on hand-washing.  It's a big deal right now anyway, with the Bear potty-training.

Also, I am a fan of disinfectant.  The contest for $1,000 is sponsored in part by Clorox, but even if it weren't, I'd pick Clorox as my go-to product when I need something with bleach.  Clorox makes good bleach, and I will stand by that statement even if I never win prize money or get any other reimbursement from them.  Hopefully, plugging another brand won't disqualify me from the Clorox contest (and I am in no way reimbursed for this statement), but when I need not-bleach, I like Babyganics.  They smell good, and it probably wouldn't even hurt the Bear if he drank a bottle of it. Oh, I like Clorox disinfecting wipes, too. So those are my disinfecting go-tos: Clorox and Babyganics.

The Bear is still struggling with the elbow cough and the tissue cough (although he is getting good at the less-effective hand cough).  If I'm wearing the right kind of shirt, another trick I like is lifting the collar of my shirt over my face when I cough or sneeze.  Of course, it doesn't work if your shirt is too short, too tight, or too low-cut (nursing shirts, anyone, on the low-cut?).  But it's another option.

We're doing a pretty poor job of exercising and eating right since I got pregnant.  Morning sickness will do that (although I praise God I don't have hyperemesis gravidarum like I did with the Bear!).

So, that's what our family is doing.  For a slightly different perspective, you can check out http://www.howdoesshe.com/to-clean-or-not-to-clean/comment-page-1/#comment-150659 (and I guess you could enter the sweepstakes, too).

How does your family keep healthy during flu season, or the rest of the year for that matter?

16 October 2012

The Most Important Election of Our Lives

Every 4 years, at least since I've reached the age of majority, we're told that "this is the most important election of our lives". The first 2 times, I believed it.

I was very proud that my first time voting in a presidential election was "the most important election". I always wanted to be a part of history; to tell my grandchildren "I was there when..."

My second time around, I got caught up in the hype the extremist wack-a-doodles were spouting and let myself think for a few *insert time frame here*s that my vote could help determine America's role in "the END TIMES, dun dun dun"...then I read some more of my Bible.

What if, this time, I choose not to believe the hype? What if I choose remember that God is in control no matter who wins the election? What if I choose to believe that every presidential election is an equally important opportunity to obey God and serve my country by voting my conscience? What if I choose to acknowledge that this world is broken beyond repair, and that the best thing I can do for my countrymen is work to prepare myself and them for the next world?

Because in the end, it doesn't matter who sits in the White House. In the end, it doesn't matter if my ballot is marked for Barack Obama, or Mitt Romney, or a 3rd party candidate, or a write-in, or even *gasp* not at all. What matters is that my heart is marked "Jesus Christ" for President of my life!

23 February 2012

My Heart for Lent

I am not Catholic, but I celebrate Lent.  Nobody else in my family (with the possible exception of the Catholic relatives) makes a big deal out of Lent.  In fact, my husband is dead set against it, for the same reason he hates New Year's resolutions.  Cody believes if you need to change something in your life, you just do it right away.  However, the season leading up to Resurrection Sunday has become very meaningful to me since I started college almost a decade ago.  Some years I give something up; other years I add a discipline to my life.

 I am careful to choose something that will help me to walk more closely with Christ, but not something that needs to be a permanent change.  So I will never give up something I know to be sinful for Lent--that is something I will work to eliminate from my life no matter the time of year.  I also will not give up something that I cannot realistically do without--for instance, chocolate--for a whole month or more.  I don't want to set myself up for failure.  Finally, I won't add something I should be doing all the time (such as prayer or Bible study) because I don't want the end of the season to be an excuse to stop doing that discipline.

My freshman year of college was the first time I celebrated Lent. I am thankful to my prayer partner at the time (Rachel) who helped me to see that a Protestant could indeed observe the season. It was also the most difficult logistically.  I had to amend my promise to God because I could not completely avoid the thing I gave up.  I chose to give up secular music (including songs that were not explicitly Christian even if sung by Christian artists, e.g. no Steven Curtis Chapman love songs).  Obviously, it was impossible to cut all secular music from my life, as I realized as I waited in the student lounge to meet some friends later that evening.  BET music videos definitely don't count as Christian music!  So I told God, "Well, you know I meant well.  I promise not to listen to secular songs on my own."  Now I don't think there is anything sinful about listening to secular music.  I quite enjoy it.  I don't want to give it up permanently.  But that year as I prepared my heart for Resurrection Sunday, my personal playlist was focusing my mind on the risen Lord.  It was very powerful!

The following year, I gave up watching TV by myself.  This was another one that had to have a caveat, and only partially due to the inevitablity of walking into a room where someone was watching TV.  That Lenten season was less powerful; less of a sacrifice, as I did not have to give up my favorite shows.  I watched all my faves with my mom; and I would not give that up because it was important to her that we spend that time together.  However, it was still a good discipline for me, because I was wasting less time watching random shows alone.  I spent the extra time reading, planying board games with my parents, praying, listening to music, and studying.  I think maybe I even cleaned my room (I know I cleaned it at least once that year).

I honestly don't remember what I gave up the next year.  I think maybe I forgot to celebrate Lent.  Whoops!  Thankfully, we are "saved by grace through faith, not by works lest any man should boast."

 2006 was another powerful Lenten season.  I love to write, but I do not discipline myself to spend the time writing...really, anything.  Also, I had a brand new boyfriend who tried to convince me that it was legalistic and hypocritical to celebrate Lent.  I think he's mellowed out some over the years ;-).  So I decided to ADD a discipline.  For each week of Lent, I was going to write a letter to someone in my life whom I wanted to encourage.  The first letter was to my Czech penpal/spiritual daughter, Susie.  I wrote a letter to a former crush, thanking him for his friendship and for realizing that we were not meant to be together (and telling him all about the new man in my life, because he was the type to actually be happy for me and give me godly advice).  I wrote a letter to said boyfriend...it was rather sappy, and as we'd only been together for a few weeks, I think it terrified him.  I wrote a letter to my best friend, who was away at college.  I wrote a letter to a little girl at church whom I was mentoring.  I wrote a letter to a young woman in my campus ministry who was going through a difficult time.  It was neat to reach out to others from the heart and gifts the Holy Spirit gave to me.

The next year I gave up reading novels--something I spend a lot of time doing-- and read only textbooks, theology books, biographies, and the Bible.  This was a stretching time for me; I learned a lot of new things about God and about the world around me because I didn't waste time with fiction.


The first Lent that I was married, I gave up caffienated beverages.  I do not say caffiene, because I still ate chocolate in its solid form.  But I did not drink hot chocolate, soda, or tea unless it was caffiene free.  That was probably the most painful Lent ever; for more reasons than one.  To begin with, I was something of a caffiene addict.  I could not get through the day without a caffeinated soda or a cuppa for breakfast.  I had to learn to depend on God, sleep at a decent time, and cope with headaches.  But I am sooo thankful the Lord led me to give up caffiene, for if I hadn't, I would to this day be wondering if caffeine was the cause of the greater pain I faced that Lenten season.  On Maundy Thursday of 2008, I lost my first child to miscarriage.  As it was, I blamed myself for his (her?) death.  As it was, I dropped out of school.  As it was, I became suicidal.  If I had been addicted to caffeine at the time, I would still believe that I had murdered my baby.  However, Beans' brief life and death made that Lent the most meaningful of my entire life.  For the day after my miscarriage, my husband and I attended the Good Friday service at our church. I understood, perhaps for the first time "how great the pain of searing loss" our Father faced as He watched the death of His Only Begotten Son.

I can't remember for sure, but I think 2009 was the year I gave up Facebook.  My timeline seems to support that theory.

I think I was too sick in 2010 to remember to do anything for Lent.  I was just puking my guts out and praying to still be preggo by Good Friday, considering that I'd lost a baby during each Lent I had been married.

Last year, I added something.  I know I did.  I just can't remember what.  Did I write letters again?  I think maybe...or I did something around the house that is normally Cody's responsibility.  Or both.  I'm not sure.  I had mommy brain.  But I know I did something...I think.

This year I am giving up fanfiction.  Because I love fanfiction, but I spend entirely too much time reading it when I should be reading my Bible, doing chores, or hanging out with my hubby.  And because I spend entirely too much time writing it when I should be writing original novels that I could actually, I don't know, maybe publish?

Do you celebrate Lent?  Why or why not?  If you do, how do you do so?
Keep it Kute!

Stuff and Things (Kim hasn't been on here enough)

Well, I wanted to show you some of the projects I've been working on lately.

Got sidetracked from my crocheting by remodeling Barbie's kitchen.



Would you believe those all used to be Pepto-Bismol pink?  I have some more Barbie furniture that I painted that I have yet to photograph.

As the wife of the Commish, I feel obligated to make some cool dessert for the church Superbowl party each year.  This year's contribution:

And, I threw my mom a surprise b-day party--her first in 10 years.









It was a "Stampin' Up" party.

Keep it Kute!


02 November 2011