demolition mom
Since Kembe came home from Haiti, we've been playing a bit of the musical chairs with our sleeping arrangements. We have tried every combination imaginable. The girls have their own room, but India has the occasional night terror, which wakes up Karis, which results in a situation Mark and I lovingly refer to as "Girls Gone Feral". It is usually resolved by bringing one of the girls into our bed so they can at least scream it out in separate rooms. Then the boys - I . . .
debbie downer
This week, our OC Family vlog (because video log is just too hard to type) is about stay-at-home-moms. I think I was feeling a little punchy the day I filmed this - because instead of telling some funny anecdotes about diapers or sippy cups, I decided to basically overshare my existential angst about my life as an introverted and overwhelmed mom. In case you can't tell, I'm the whiny DEBBIE DOWNER with botched bangs and a kitchen in need of some drywall patching. . . .
torture techniques: a parenting parallel
I watched a disturbing documentary on psychological torture techniques in political prisons recently. As they described the tactics that were used to get these prisoners to break down mentally, I felt a disturbing flash of recognition in many areas. Any of these sound familiar? sleep deprivation - not allowing the subject to sleep noise flooding - subjecting prisoners to loud, unrelenting high-pitched noises, particularly while sleeping repeated questioning -asking the subject the same . . .
the post-script to the post-racial barbie
I am loving the conversation in the comments after last night's post. Race is always a sticky topic, and I really appreciate the dialogue. I do feel like I need to clarify: I do not think American Girl dolls are racist. I think it is completely normal for kids to want a doll that looks just like them, and fine if we indulge that wish. (For $90 plus tax, though, maybe someone can point me to a cheaper brand when India wants a twin doll?) I'm just saying . . . we should . . .
post-racial barbie
Mark and I had a much-anticipated date night tonight, to celebrate our 14th wedding anniversary. We went dinner at our favorite Cuban spot, and then we decided to get crazy and spontaneous, so we went to Target to buy a new rice cooker. HOT DATE. I know. We were cutting through the toy aisle on our way to look at the kitchen wares, and noticed a row of multiracial Barbies. Okay, cool. Barbie has got the diversity thing going on. Only, do you notice . . .
my little liability
My kids have spent a good portion of their summer in the backyard jumping on the trampoline. Consequently, Karis has spent a good portion of her summer in this position: (We use an old Little Tikes climbing structure as the trampoline ladder. It actually works perfectly - it is much more sturdy that a trampoline ladder and the platform is helpful for when one kid is coming out while another kid is going in, since of course they refuse to heed my constant warning of "one kid on the . . .
the anti-hedonist: a case for reform
When I was a little girl, my parents had a cartoon philosophy book in our library. I loved that book - probably because it was the only book with illustrations in a room full of hardbound theology books and bible commentaries. As an adult, I now see the humor in the book - it was a simple book with a different philosophy exemplified on each page by a hand-drawn pig. There is a Socratic pig in deep conversation with a disciple, a Franciscan pig with his congregation of animals, . . .
hait tees *ten bucks* this week
Okay, internet friends. Now is your chance. We are having a major - MAJOR - sale on our Haiti tees. Special price, just for you! $10 Because: a) Our matching grant from Running for Orphans ends in ONE WEEK and we are still under our goal. b) We might have ordered a few too many t-shirts. c) I would like to allow the children back into the garage without fear of them being crushed by the T-Shirt Boxes Tower of Doom. So . . . $10 a shirt. Pretty much at-cost, because . . .
morning, interrupted
I woke up this morning to a phone call from Diane Sawyer's producer. An hour and a half later there was a film crew at my house. So. I guess we're on World News with Diane Sawyer tonight? I think it's at 6:30. [EDITED: NOT TONIGHT. LATER THIS WEEK] They are doing a follow-up to the orphans Diane visited right after the quake. (That would be Kembe in her arms. Can't express how that felt - seeing him on the news happy and playing with his friends the night I got home . . .
observations at the mall
Three Things That Drive Me Crazy: The iphone "this changes everything . . . again" slogan. Um, no. The new iphone does not change everything. It changes the way a few privileged hipsters update their tweets and play Words With Friends. The lady who sells $5 balloons right next to the merry-go-round. Are my kids bothering you with the begging and the screaming and the throwing themselves on the ground? Well, blame her. I'm not spending $20 on . . .
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