Archive for June, 2012


The other day I finally gave Tanis his first haircut. Being a little short on funds I decided to do it myself, not recommended. Now I really should have waited till I could go and have it done but I was just getting tired of hearing people call him a girl, people telling me that he really needed a hair cut, and mostly from all the food and formula that was getting it since he is such a messy eater. So in a random act of randomness I got the clippers got a towel and went to work.

My first indication that I should not being doing this and that it was a horrible idea was when I couldn’t that the clippers to work. I knew that I wanted the longest setting but that wasn’t the one my husband used to shave so I had to switch them and after ten minutes of struggle and breaking the one my husband had on I was successful…kinda. Ya I may have just broken my husbands clippers and he was probably going to be upset but hey putting the other size on was much easier and I did that without incident. Next problem of course was that the would not turn on, and every charger I tried to plug them into would not fit or would not make the light turn green indicating that I had at last gotten the right one. At this point I should have given up but now I was taking it personally that this clippers would not cooperate. Giving up on the charger I found a new battery and just went that way.

Now I was ready to go but now Tanis was also ready for a nap, he could wait. I was wrong. I sat down and went to work trying to trim the hair of a screaming, squirming baby, with the assistance of a crying two-year old and oddly enough through all this I expected it to turn out OK. Yet again I was wrong. One side was trimmed even (kinda), neat (kinda) and clean (kinda). The other was choppy (very), messy (very), and just plain terrible. Admitting defeat I put settled him down for his nap and waited for my husband to get home.

Inevitably when my husband got home he was upset at Tanis’s hair, but laughing none the less and furious about the broken clippers now no longer laughing. My lesson learned I will never again try to cut, trim or style either of my kid’s hair.

June Recalls Updated

June 28 2012

 PajamaGram Recalls Children’s Pajamas Due to Violation of Federal Flammability Standard

http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml12/12204.html

Children’s Pajamas Recalled by Ishtex Textile Products Due to Violation of Federal Flammability Standard 

http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml12/12205.html

Children’s Lounge Pants and Boxers Recalled by Rigo International Due to Violation of Federal Flammability Standard

http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml12/12206.html

June 14 2012

Strollers Recalled by Kolcraft Due to Fingertip Amputation and Laceration Hazards

http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml12/12196.html?tab=recalls

June 5 2012

Evenflo Recalls Convertible High Chairs Due to Fall Hazard

http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml12/12192.html?tab=recalls

All In Good Fun

During my husbands mid morning nap the other day I realized why the praying mantis, black widow spiders and scorpions eats their mates. The obvious reason of course being who doesn’t enjoy a post coitus snack. However as I cleaned my house as my husband slept I realize they do it to save them their sanity and to avoid the stress brought on by the males of the species.

The praying mantis clearly knew what she was doing, with kids on the way that she would now have to share her food with why would she keep around a man who was just going to eat the last of the ice cream and not go out and buy more. Not to mention the money she was saving not having to feed him three meals a day with about six or seven snacks in between. With fewer dishes to wash and less time spent at the grocery store not having to go back through the cart and pull out all the junk her mate put in when she wasn’t looking the praying mantis is truly a brilliant woman.

I’m sure though that the black widow spider considered keeping her mate, hey who knows maybe he will help with all the diapers and chores around the web. Alas she quickly found out that he was just one more child and one more chore she would have to take care off, so she ate him. The male of the species was not contributing to the society of her home, he changed no diapers, fixed no bottles, did not one load of laundry, nor did he wash a single dish. I’m sure however that he did complain about the way she did all of these things and considered it his contribution. So I for one do not blame the black widow spider for ridding herself of her mate.

Laziness an inherent trait amongst the males of most if not all species, spending most of their time napping. If you don’t believe me ask the lioness who hunts and raises cubs while the lion lays about. Unlike the lioness the scorpion would not put up with it and poisoned her over sleeping excessively napping self. The first night he woke her up at 2 am on the first night the baby had stayed a sleep and tried to seduce her was his last. The total disregard for the importance of sleep to mother just because he got as much as he wanted and the audacity when that he would complain of tiredness more than justified her actions.

I have considered before taking a page out of the book of the praying mantis, black widow spider, or the scorpion, but like the lioness I put up with it because I love him. He should be wary of me though and perhaps clean up his act because I haven’t ruled it out entirely.

Giveaway!! What to Expect……. | Mom on the go in Holy Toledo.

With the summer solstice tomorrow I have been busy at work preparing for our midsummer activities. For those who don’t know midsummer is the longest day of the year and the astronomical start of summer. The word “solstice” is Latin for “sun stands still” and has been an important event throughout history. An example of this is Stonehenge, the entrance of which is aligned with the midsummer sunrise. In Celtic mythology it is the time of year when the Holly King “battles” the Oak King and takes over his throne and moves us toward winter as the sun-god “dies”. The sun-god will return to his throne at the winter solstice and that is the story I tell my children to teach them about seasons, life, death and rebirth.

At midsummer I teach my children about the importance of the sun, we talk about what the sun does to sustain life and appreciate that gift that it is. Together we examine the changes that occur at this time of year as now everyday gets a little shorter.

Some important themes of midsummer:

– fire: bonfires were lit and herbs tossed into them, people would then jump over the embers to ensure fertility, health and protection. the ash from the fires would be taken into homes for protection in the coming year. The fire also lit the sun-god’s way down to the underworld.

– water: people would bath in streams that flowed toward sunrise to cleanse their bodies and spirits.

– abundance: everything is growing, flowers at their fullest, and colors are at their brightest.

– divination: placing yarrow under your pillow will make you dream of your future husband, as will looking in a hand mirror or reflective pool.

– faeries: midsummer is the time of year when faeries are most active and can be seen dancing, so be wary not to wander in to a faery circle. Leave them offerings.

This can be seen as superstition and myths to some but for my family it is our belief and how we see and understand life. We dance with faeries around a fire on midsummer’s eve and celebrate the changing season as one with nature. My children are to young to truly understand and fully participate yet but we do our best to include them and make special activities for them to do to celebrate. Every year we make pictures of the sun and little faery houses while listening to songs that mention the sun. we spend as much time as we can outside picnicking, snacking on sun shaped cookies and strawberry-shortcake. We gather flowers and make wreaths and crowns while telling faery stories and always end the day with fresh lemonade or “sun juice”.

After the kids are in bed and as the sunsets my husband and I do our midsummer ritual :

our altar is decorated with a red cloth and adorn with fresh flowers and gold candles to represent the sun god.

We take a square of red cloth and put midsummer herbs in it. (sage, rosemary, thyme, basil, lavender, st. johns wort and vervain)

We meditate on the pain, troubles, sorrows, and illness of the past year before tying up the bundle with black string.

We continue to meditate focusing on the fire and switching focus to the coming year and what we need protection from, what areas in our lives we need strength/ courage in. then write it down on piece of paper.

We take the paper to our fire (we use our charcoal grill) and burn it sending our need out into the universe.

We then bury the pouch of the past year, letting it go so we can move past it.

 

This is the time of year to start fresh and accept and acknowledge the good things in your life.

 

As the sun spirals its longest dance, Cleanse us. As nature shows bounty and fertility. Bless us. Let all things live with loving intent. And to fulfill their truest destiny.” – Summer Solstice Blessing

 

 

I knew today was going to be a bad one when Carys woke up whining and then continued to cry and scream all day. I endeavored to find out what was wrong with her but it seemed that she just wanted to be mean to me today and through a continual temper tantrum that still hasn’t let up even as I write this. She cried while eating breakfast, screamed at the top of her lungs outside and whined through nap time, when her father got home from work she started fighting with him and hasn’t stopped, which is annoying but at least its not focused at me for the moment,

 

I have tried to diffuse the situation many times today using all the methods I know and all the tools in my mommy arsenal. I tried our calming exercises or hula ducking as she calls it (courtesy of Ni Hao Kai-lan) were we take deep breathes together and sway side to side. That worked for all of 5 minutes before another tantrum started this time the calming didn’t work so I tried singing songs for distraction and offering to play a game to no avail. She would have none of it so I asked her to please stop screaming and tell me wanna but when she instead twice that she didn’t want to I put her in timeout, which resulted in louder screams but by the end of the two minutes she seemed to have calmed down.

 

Since she had stopped the screaming and remained good for a while after I rewarded her with a trip outside to play in the pool. When it was time to come in the tantrums started again, more embarrassing this time since the neighbor were looking on and shacking there heads in disapproval, since none of them have kids I’m sure they could have handled it better. I went with the tried and true deaf ears and carried her and her brother back inside were she could continue to scream without an audience.

 

She screamed and whined for the next hour straight until her father got home and they engaged in a shouting match, not a recommended way to handle a tantrum, before my husband finally forfeited throwing his hands up in defeat crying “I’m done!” In the end I called my grandmother and had Carys talk to her for awhile and that seemed to defuse the whole situation.

 

Tantrums can be a lot to handle and are never fun, though sometimes funny. Usually one of the techniques I used today work but today it just didn’t fly it was I guess just one of those days. I try my best in all situations to try to validate her feelings and empathize with her but it doesn’t always work because some days there is nothing wrong or at least nothing I understand as there is a slight age difference between my daughter and I. An important thing to keep in mind during tantrums of course is to listen and remain calm, never easy but it can be done, I like to use the same technique I’m trying to use on my daughter on myself to make sure I remain calm plus the all important count to ten…or higher.

 

I like to try to control tantrums in calm peaceful ways that don’t involve a punishment saving time out and consequences for a last resort. When all else fails however I do deem this methods necessary but am sure to stick to the 1 minute per year rule for timeout times and make sure the consequences fit the behavior, for example taking away crayons for coloring on a wall, to make sure that she understands why she is in trouble.

 

The best thing to try to do is to try to avoid a tantrum situation all together by offering choices when ever possible, and making choices were seemingly there are none. When it is time for dinner I let Carys pick all the things she can control which fork she wants, which cup, and what additions she wants for her food like shredded cheese or dip. Even though all the forks are the same and I only give her choices I approve of she feels that she is making a real choice and we avoid a tantrum.

 

In the end I just hope this is the last day like today but I know better. Still its nice to dream.

Being a mom I have learned that the scariest sound in the world is silence. I know that when I get a moment of peace and all is quiet that something is horribly wrong and I probably don’t want to know what it is.

Today for example I was sitting down, feeding Tanis and he just drifted off to sleep when I heard it, nothing. I look around trying to locate Carys, who was just minutes ago sitting on the floor stacking blocks and singing but has suddenly disappeared. I quietly call for her not wanting to wake Tanis and she pokes her head out of the dining room with an innocent “huh?” I ask her what shes doing and she naturally responds with the dreaded word “nothing”

Now I know I am in trouble toddlers never do “nothing”

I gently set Tanis down and go out to her and immediately wish I hadn’t. There is cat food everywhere! A whole 17 pound bag scattered across the floor, on the table, the chairs, in the open cupboard that the bag was in, in the vents and on the window sill. I’m speechless taking in the mess when Carys hands me a spoon and smiles, of course I laugh and can now no longer yell at her.

Luckily she has just as much fun helping me pick the food back up as she did getting it out. Now I plan to strive to never have quiet moments or at the very least catch them sooner and put a stop to it. Truly words I never thought I would say, but I hate when its quiet.