Posted 07-31-2012 at 12:35 PM by HollyRay
Hi reader. Chances are either you are anti-vaccine and you decided to read this blog so you can shake your head at my vaccinating my children, or you are pro-vaccine and you opened this blog to stand beside me in defense of vaccines. Guess what? I’m not telling you if I am for or against vaccines, I wish it was April 1st so I could say APRIL FOOL’S!
It seems almost daily we have to have this vaccine debate, I read over what everyone has to say. The pro camp wants the non vax’ed children shipped off to an isolated island where no one and nothing will come in contact with them so the vaccinated public aren’t at risk. The anti camp wants the vaccinated to realize they are brainwashed and believe a whole mess of lies, and then the pro camp comes back around with their evidence, and then the anti camp, and so on and so forth until it gets down to business. By business I mean name calling, future seeing (You know what I mean, the “Your child will suffer a horrible death all because you did/did not vaccinate”), and general mud slinging. YAYE US! We are so incredibly awesome! In an intelligent, forward thinking society, of course we should get upset with stupid, uneducated people, who are not doing what is best for their children.
Dear anti-vax, if a child died of a vaccination complication would you look that mother in the face and shame her? Would you be the one to stand up and cast your stone? If you answered yes, I’m sorry for you. You have no heart if you think that just because a child suffers a complication from a vaccine you have a right to say “I told you so” or that somehow that parent is unfit, you are wrong. After all they had a choice, and in that moment they made the choice that they thought was best, they could not have foreseen something bad happening to their child. After all,
My whole family loves games. We play board games, card games and video games. My husband and son are the biggest video games lovers in the house but I do enjoy them from time to time. Before my husband and I started dating I rarely played video games. I have always loved cards and board games but video games were just not really my thing. He was and still is a huge gamer so I picked up an interest in some of them as a way to have another thing in common with him. I will say they grew on me and I even have a couple of video games now that are my games.
When it came to board games though that was more my thing than my husbands. He liked a few but it was not really his favorite thing in the world. The games he did like to play were games that I was not familiar with so we had to find common ground. We started with games like Life, Monopoly and Scrabble. It was so much fun to sit down and play with a group of friends of just with each other. I really think that bonding time helped make our relationship even stronger.
Posted 07-31-2012 at 11:12 AM by Krista
My best friend is talking to a guy right now…well, actually, the term talking wouldn’t apply. She is interested in him, he professes an interest in her, but rarely does he ever respond to her texts or Facebook messages. He is very attentive when they are together, but it seems that with him it is “out of sight, out of mind”. Again, I rely on his lack of communication to pass this judgment. As a woman, I rely very much on communication to assess a relationship. My friend feels the same way, and is often trying to figure out how he feels since she can never got a hold of him.
It reminds me of the movie “He’s Just Not That into You” (my friend definitely didn’t like the reference when I told her the movie title!) where a guy is giving one of the female leads advice. He tells her that if a guy is interested, he will find a way to talk to her. His advice was let him find you. Then you will know if he likes you, because he will find a way to show you. In this particular case,
Posted 07-30-2012 at 11:22 AM by Krista
I have been dealing a lot with stains lately, much to my chagrin. Kids seem to get things so thoroughly dirty that sometimes it feels like it is beyond hope to save a beloved pair of jeans or favorite toy. I have dealt with two such stain emergencies lately and want to share with you the fix I found for each.
The first one was an ongoing battle that I was fighting—and losing—with a mildew smell my pillows had acquired. I am not entirely sure how the smell got there in the first place. These pillows are white (bad) and furry. As a combination, they are probably the worst pillows in the world to have around two toddlers and the best for attracting stains. I cannot tell you how many sticky objects found themselves attached to said pillows, and once removed a colorful film was left behind to mar the perfect whiteness.
I threw them in the washer, but they must have gotten removed from the dryer too early because a musty mildew smell came out with them. No matter how many times I washed them and what I used I couldn’t seem to get rid of it. I decided to try one last, final time before tossing them.
There was a post going around Facebook about the benefits of holding your baby as often as you can. I of course liked and shared it because I think that no baby can be held or cuddled too much.
I know when my oldest was born I had a lot of older ladies in my church warn me that if I held him all the time he was going to be spoiled, would never learn to self sooth and would never be able to fall asleep on his own. I always just nodded my head but went on holding him as much as I could. I never let him CIO, I would hold him and cuddle him whenever he had an owie or bad dream, I wore him in a sling until he did not like it anymore, he co-slept with us for two years, I rocked him to sleep for naps and bed time for the first two years and I still will hold him whenever he wants me to. He is six years old and is far from spoiled. He has been sleeping in his own bed without a problem for years, self soothes just fine and is over all a really good kid. I know I made the right choice to hold him whenever I could.
My second child was a difficult baby, she did cry a lot, she seemed to nurse around the clock, she wanted held only by me and there were times I wondered if she was ever going to outgrow it. She is almost five now, she is still a mama’s girl but she has outgrown a lot of her neediness. I know that she was a needy baby and one of her needs was being held. Being in my arms was a comfort, it made her happy and I was not going to make her lay down somewhere and cry. Holding her was an easy fix, it made her happy and her being happy made everyone else happier.
My third child was very easy going. She was happy to be held, to lay in her crib, play on the floor or anything else. She just turned three and is still pretty easy going. She still does want rocked to sleep and most nights still comes into our bed in the middle of night but we are okay with that. We know that she is still really young and she still needs the closeness of being with us.
My youngest just turned a year and she spends a large portion of the day in my arms or on my lap still. She loves to play with her brother and sisters but she is happiest in my arms. She is the happiest of all the kids at this age. She smiles a lot, laughs a lot and is just a really happy child. I nurse her or rock her to sleep for naps and bed time still. She will sleep in her crib if I lay her in there but most of the time we just bring her to bed with us. She loves to snuggle with anyone. She loves being held in my arms or the sling and over all just wants to be close to people.
I do think that my kids are living proof that no child can be held too often. None of my kids are spoiled brats they are pretty much the complete opposite. I think that the more you can hold your child, the better off they are going to be as they age. I really do think the more love they are shown, the more love they will learn to give back.
My son’s first time in the pool was a giant hit; at seven months old, he took to the water like it was second nature. Last summer he stared incredulously at the little kids who screeched in the pool…and this summer, the screeches are coming from him!
I thought I was doing everything right – we picked a small swim school with great reviews and small classes. We talked about the lessons, watched older kids, and practiced at home. The first lesson showed him to be lukewarm about swimming, but he found some delight and was eager to participate in most activities. Week two, however, was a giant fail with screeching, shouting, and tears (both his in the pool and mine as we were changing).
And you know that despite those tears and shouts to leave the pool, he begged to go back in as soon as we were out and the next class was getting in.
I pleaded with the teacher at the end of the class to give me something magical to help him next time
Posted 07-28-2012 at 09:15 AM by Krista
I’m not sure about you, but I have messy bathrooms! By messy, I mean that I have a lot of stains on my tile and the corners of my tub that I just can’t seem to get rid of. I tried every chemical and cleaner known to man with little to no results until I finally gave it up as a losing battle. Seeing the unsightly stains made me wince, but I assumed there was nothing I could do about it.
However, it always stayed in the back of my mind, and rose to the surface during one trip to Wal-mart. Wandering in the cleaning aisle—I can’t even remember what I was looking for now—my eyes landed on something called a Tile Scour Stick. It claimed that it could fix hard to remove stains from tile, and porcelain. It was cheap to boot, so I picked one up.
I didn’t try it right away, as I didn’t have high hopes for a solution any longer. However, I was tackling the showers this week and remembered it sitting, still in its box, in the closet where I keep our cleaning supplies. Upon unwrapping it I discovered that it looked a lot like a pumice stone. My heart sank–and my hopes along with it– because I had read about this “solution” before, and it hadn’t worked for me, not even a little bit. Still, I figured I had nothing to lose, so I read the instructions.
Posted 07-28-2012 at 08:15 AM by HollyRay
1. Do Not Strike within the pyramid. This is basically the core, neck, and face.
2. Do Not Attack an unarmed sibling or parent.
3. When the fight is in action both parties must have the same caliber of sword, you may not hand your sister a kitchen knife and expect her to use it on your 2 foot sword.
4. Fighting in the house is a go as long as the swords are no where near my things or an unarmed person.
5. If you can’t follow my rules, you have to swordfight mommy.
Some of you may be chuckling at the strangeness of my rules, you may think they are just made up, that I have rowdy boys, or I’m just a bit loopy. These rules are in place though, my darling princesses love a good sword fight, they are so much like me. When my oldest was nearly two she picked out a sword at a history festival, I should have bought two at that time, but I wasn’t thinking. I soon realized she not only needed to learn how to use the weapon properly, she needed to learn when it was okay to use it.
Posted 07-27-2012 at 11:05 AM by HollyRay
As the character, House, said numerous times “Everybody lies”.
We all do it, small, big, half truths, creative, not creative, outrageous, believable, they are all types of untruths. That said, everybody does not lie all the time, and I find this paradox appealing. Why? Simply put, I find it fascinating that if someone were to lie and then be caught within that said lie, they are forever tarnished. Forever will they go down in history as a liar, how often has a simple conversation turned into dramatic because one mama said another mama lied? I’m not saying we should ignore lying but I do find it odd that the general population will agree they have lied at some point about something, they will excuse it away, but if they find someone else has lied there are no excuses.
Furthermore I see many people throwing out the term “liar” and “unbelievable” simply when they cannot comprehend what the person is explaining. For instance, hypothetically I know Ian, a 5 year old boy. Ian wakes in the morning and makes breakfast for the family, dresses, eats, and heads to the barn to help with chores. If Ian were a child in another culture no questions. If Ian were American I am either lying or abusing Ian. Another scenario, I grew up on a farm, in a small rural town, I am a SAHM, I currently don’t have a “real” job. If I were to tell you that I think Clay Walker’s road manager was a womanizing sleaze ball, because while loading in the show where I was the in-house technical manager, his manager couldn’t keep his hand’s to himself would you believe me?
In an effort to maximize our summer together, my two year old and I made a giant list of things we’d like to do this summer. They ranged from silly things academic things, from local trips to far away trips. Some things are familiar to us and we just enjoy doing together, like reading, and other things are totally new to us, like going for a hike (if the heat ever breaks, that is). I tried to include things that would inspire us as well as things that would help us grow. We even left some space open and asked friends and family what they’d like to do with us.
So far we’ve accomplished about half the things on our list. Since we’re halfway through summer, it’s looking like we’re in good shape. I’ve tried to document most of our list with pictures, too, to assemble a memory book (my son is obsessed with looking at photos of “baby” Griffin – and by “baby” he means any image not from today). The bucket list has been an awesome way to keep engaged with friends and family as well as a means to find new activities in the area. It’s given us something to do every morning and something to share with daddy when he gets home ever evening.