Happy Halloween!

I spend most of yesterday evening revamping Xavier's Halloween costume. It was supposed to be a peanut. I bought a giraffe print fabric thinking it would be sufficiently peanut-like. I made a cute little sleep sack like shape but it wasn't peanutty enough in shape. It did, however, look like a costume and not just a clothing item. I thought about making a tag that said "Found a peanut!" but thought that a costume that needs an explanation was pathetic. So after much eyerolling and sighing, I decided to make a little hat with ears and horns and make him a giraffe. Happy Halloween.

Photos!

More active baby these days means less time to type. Here's some photos from Xavier's first camping trip to Village Creek State Park. He LOVED it!

Food, glorious food!

Xavier has started dabbling with solid foods. At first he was more interested in the bib. But the mesh feeder has proven to be a great way for him to get started with a meal while Mommy and Daddy are still eating. We usually finish up with a few purees. Big hits: bananas and pears. Big misses: peas.

Well isn't that a kick in the head?!

Last Friday I made my very first panicked phone call to my pediatrician's office. It all started when I decided to dress up a bit to bring Xavier down to campus to visit with Dad at lunchtime. Instead of my very practical black mary jane flats I put on my styling brown mary janes with the three inch stacked heels. I like to make sure I'm one notch above student when it comes to heading down to campus.

Anyway, Dad had to cancel on us at the last minute and we came back home. Xavier was hanging out on a blanket on the floor in the living room and I was sitting on the floor eating a ham sandwich. Having finished my sandwich, I decided to help Xavier practice sitting up. As I swung my leg up and over the babe to straddle him, he lifted up on his arms, and I struck him squarely on the head with that blasted stacked heel.

The crying was heartbreaking. He had a scratch made visible by his cradle cap that went from the side of his head and across his front soft spot. A bit of nursing managed to calm little Xavier and I tilted him from side to side to make sure his eyes were dilating equally.

I was fairly certain that everything was okay but decided to call the pediatrician's nurse anyway. I was worried about the soft spot and I didn't want to head into the weekend without getting a little reassurance. As I waited to speak to the nurse, I was debating whether "I kicked him in the head" or "I hit him in the head with my shoe" were less likely to get me reported to child protective services.

The nurse was very understanding. After confirming twice that Xavier didn't FALL, she told me to watch his eating and sleeping habits and take him to the ER if anything changed significantly for the worse.

Needless to say, it is Monday now and Xavier was fine all weekend. Of course this afternoon he decided to headbutt me in the teeth while I was laughing. Yet another scrape in the cradle cap. No crying this time though.

Growing like a weed...

I can't believe how quickly Xavier is growing these days -- both physically and mentally. For the second time in three weeks, I've had to dip into the stash of presents-in-waiting and hand-me-downs from cousin Matthew to size up. Xavier is wearing 6-12 months depending on the make of the clothing. He's still small in girth but getting longer and longer. And of course, his cloth diapers tend to make his bottom larger than most.

As for cognitive leaps, there are two that stand out. When Tim came home from work on Saturday morning, Xavier was sitting on my lap while I checked my e-mail. The minute he saw his daddy, he lifted both arms up towards him in hopes of being picked up. It was a first! I must admit that I was a little jealous. Tim says that Xavier is much more likely to laugh at my antics though.

Xavier is also beginning to figure out this new Baby Einstein crib toy that Grandmother McNicholl sent to replace the moose mobile. If you touch the mirror it plays a cycle of classical music. Last night I woke up around 3 a.m. to the strangest sound coming out of the baby monitor. At first I just thought that I'd listened to the music clips so many times that they were echoing in my head. But I got up to check things out. Xavier was wide awake in his crib looking at himself in the mirror. As soon as the music stopped, he kicked the mirror to start it up again. It was like a reverse snooze alarm. I watched him do this three times and even considered sneaking back in with the video camera to prove to myself and the rest of the world that I wasn't dreaming this.

Since Xavier wasn't crying, I just left him to his fun and went back to bed. About an hour later he started fussing, ready for his middle-of-the-night feeding. Now, I can't wait until he's able to make it through the night without ANY feedings but for a kid who sleeps an average of 11.5 hours a night, that's a pretty tall order.

Whatcha doing?

Twice in the past week, the subject of how I describe my current employment has come up. One friend asked if I considered the term "housewife" offensive. Another person asked how the transition to "stay at home mom" (or SAHM for short) is going after the wild world of PR and publishing. Then of course there is the never ending stream of, "So, what do you do?" that happens when I meet people.



Lady of the house. Homemaker. Domestic engineer. Housewife. SAHM. SAHP (the gender neutral version). They all mean basically the same thing. A (usually) woman whose primary role in the family is devoted to keeping the household running smoothly and childcare. The various progression of monikers as a result of each generation's attempt to be more respectable then the last seems to me to indicate the overall lack of status this employment has in our society.



Doctors and laywers have always been doctors and lawyers. But secretaries became administrative assistants and then executive assistants and then office managers. Aides became nursing aides and then nursing assistants. Janitors became custodians and maids became housekeepers then house cleaners.



As a student of public relations, I can confirm that often a good name change actually does result in a newfound respect for less glamourous positions. Unfortunately it is all too often accompanied by an eye roll and accusations of political correctness on one side and easily offended sensibilities on the other. Within ten years or so, you need a new name change just to keep up with the cynicism. In the end you have job title inflation rather than any long term respect increase.



For the record I call myself a homemaker when describing what I do now. I do more than just kid care and the phrase SAHM just feels like a false dichotomy with work outside the home moms (WOHM) and fans the flames of the so-called mommy wars. But really, I'm not that sensitive. You can call me what you want...just say it with respect.

Songs for Diaper Changing

Xavier seems to love having songs sung to him. He does not, however, care for songs being sung to him while he is trying to go to sleep. Nope. No lullabyes for him. Instead, he loves to hear songs when he is getting his diaper changed. His absolute favorite is a rendition of Queen's "We Will Rock You" with the following lyrics:

You got milk on your face,
You big disgrace,
Pooping your pants
All over the place

We will, we will, change you (Sing it!)

Sometimes this devolves into a remix version with Nelly's "Hot in Here" with these lyrics:

It's gettin' wet in here,
So take off all your clothes...

These two never fail to get a smile out of him even if he starts out in tears. Its amazing how many contemporary songs can be used for baby entertainment with or without lyric changes. I have a CD of songs (that are not by the original artists) intended to be used for bedtime. The worst song on there is "Sweet Child of Mine." Yes, the Guns n Roses version. Except this rendition is done as a folk song. Blech.

When it comes to bedtime routines, Xavier much prefers music without lyrics. His current favorite is a CD of world flute music a la a massage therapist's office.

Baptism

Here's baby Xavier with his MaMere and Momo. He's wearing the adorable bonnet that Aunt Mary Jane and Uncle Bobby gave him. It turns into a hankerchief that can be given to the bride to carry when he gets married. Daddy says it makes him look Amish.



Xavier was all bright eyes right up until Father poured the water on his head.
He howled for the remainder of the baptismal service. Daddy and Godfather Steve try to cheer him up to no avail.

Here's the lovely cake that Xavier's godparents brought to the reception.

Speaking of godparents, here's Steve and Alex posing with Xavier, who is still crying.

Baby's First Hurricane

Now that's a page they don't often have in baby books! Thursday morning around 3:30 a.m. Xavier, Tim and I awoke to the sounds of Hurricane Humberto rolling through Beaumont. Lots of wind, lots of rain, and the occaisional empty garbage can rolling down the street. Since none of us could sleep, we decided to go in the living room and watch the coverage on TV.

One of our local stations recently hired two very good looking but non-native anchors for the morning show. They flanked the seasoned weatherman who was trying to impart important information to the poor folks hunkered down in low lying areas. When anchor McHunky asked the weatherman if hurricanes sped up or slowed down when they hit land, the poor man rolled his eyes, didn't acknowledge the question, and took a phone call from a viewer. At another point when the radar weathermap was on screen he asked what the three blue dots signified. Weatherman drily replied, "That's Beaumont, Orange and Port Arthur."

Our home was unscathed save for a bit of water that blew under the back door. Xavier's four-month check up was postponed until today because the pediatrician's office was without power for most of the day. He's now 26 inches long (70th percentile) and 14.5 pounds (30th percentile). Just call him Stringbean McNicholl. If you look closely you can see his matching band-aids where he got his shots.

Go Cowboys

Xavier and Tim have been enjoying watching the Houston Texans whomp the Kansas City Chiefs this afternoon. But Xavier really is looking forward to watching the Cowboys play. He's even wearing his Sunday dress clothes/Cowboys john-john. Thanks MaMere and MoMo for the adorable duds!

Moose on Parade

Hard to believe that Xavier is already four months old. He has exactly one month left to enjoy his Moosemobile that hangs over his crib. The powers that be inform me that mobiles are no longer safe for babies after that. I think it has something to do with their ability to sit up and grab it.

So for now, we enjoy the moose even more knowing that they will soon be gone. They are the first part of Xavier's bedtime routine each night. He gets a little naked time in the crib watching the moose while Mama runs his bath across the hall. The moose also help when Xavier is just inconsolable for no apparent reason. I wish I knew the moose's secret.

Ah Wilderness

Tim and I decided to celebrate Labor Day today by taking baby Xavier on his first hike in the Big Thicket woods. He's still too little for the baby backpack carrier so we tooled him around on the trails in the swanky Zooper Boogie that PawPaw and MiMi gave him.

At first Xavier was more interested in examining the interior of the stroller than gazing at the flora and fauna. After about five minutes or so, he seemed to realize that he was in a completely new place and not just strolling around the neighborhood or his backyard. Tim walked ahead of us and used a long stick to wipe away the cobwebs across the trail. Xavier went back and forth from looking at the trees and birds to looking at me and smiling.

About halfway through our short hike, we stopped to take in the view while Xavier had a little snack. Despite this, he started to cry a little before we got back to the trailhead. I imagine it gave all the animals in the woods a new experience to hear that! He needed a dry diaper and was due for a nap, both of which he got when we returned to the car.

All in all, it was a very successful trip. Considering Tim and I courted and honeymooned in the wilderness, it was a special experience to bring our son out there for the first time.

A good day to be a cat

Ever since my cat, Gus, was diagnosed with intestinal cancer 7 weeks ago, my husband and I have been coming to terms with the fact that his time with us is limited. His illness means that he is often nauseated and vomits a few times a week. But in between those times, he is his usual lovable, goofy self so we just haven't felt the need to put him down yet. Today I let him outside and took photos of him taking in the breeze.

My first taste of compacting--carrots!

I've been thinking more and more about compacting. With the new babe on the way I'm just not ready to commit to it wholesale.

All the same, I'm intrugued by the version of the compact posted by Changing Rhythm on her blog:

Our Pledge
1. We will actively search our souls and the thoughts of God through prayer, meditation, and the wisdom texts 2. We will buy everything (barring food, medication, and health related products such as soap, toothpaste, etc.) used if at all possible 3. We will only buy a product that replaces a product we already own which has worn out 4. Anything that does not meet the previous two criteria, will require both our approval and a mandatory 2-week waiting period (to assure need and outlive the want monster) 5. We will purge our home of all unused, unwanted, or extraneous clutter 6. We will purge our lifestyle of all unwanted, unhealthy, and extraneous clutter 7. We will learn to and teach our kids to lessen our impact on the earth 8. We will be excellent stewards of the home and possessions we have 9. We will share our journey with all who wish to join us or watch us in this quest

So I've decided to dip my toe into compacting, step by step. This week is the avoidance of prepackaged foods when I can...especially if it saves money. I'm not ready to give up peanut butter (although it is the natural kind!) or jelly yet, but I have given up bagged lettuce and mini carrots.

I realized that two pounds of mini carrots are sold for $1.99 while loose carrots are $0.79 per pound. It takes about five seconds to peel a carrot and another 15 to chop it into sticks. Not bad for a 75% savings. Even if I factor in my time at $10 an hour, it still is a fantastic deal.

Next up: salad dressing. We just used the last of our Kraft Italian stash last night. I saved the bottle and hopefully will find a better/more cost effective solution. I imagine it will be healthier too!

Oh, Baby!

Well, I'm ready to get back on the simplicity wagon. The house has gotten rather cluttered with STUFF. We need to convert the "study" into the nursury, reclaim the guest room, finish decorating for Christmas, complete the master bathroom, and set up a small desk area. Oh, and clean out the closets. So, I figure my best bet is to post photos and show progress. I'll start with the baby's room.

Here it is today. Believe it or not this includes quite a bit of decluttering.





Here is the baby's closet.

I'm back...

Well, its been two months since my last post. In that time I've worked like a mule at my (supposedly) 20-hour a week job, puked quite a bit, and completely ignored my garden. A few weeks ago my husband and I began to tell certain friends and family about the pregnancy. I also got to hear the babe's heartbeat a few weeks ago. Exciting times.

Lately I've completely lost all interest in things organic, gardening or simplicity and am just focusing on making it through each day. Just getting up and started in the morning is tough because of the nausea and by about 3 p.m. I'm usually ready to call it a day. In between those times though, I feel great.

So, I don't know where this blog is actually going to go. I think I'll just use it as a journal for a while.

Who are you...who hoo, who hoo?

It's been a week of mild nausea and reading about classical homeschooling for me. While I've been watering the vegetable garden and adding to the compost pile, I really haven't been seeking simplicity in any way, shape or form. I'm beginning to wonder if the title/subject of my blog is actual or aspirational. I suppose only time will tell.

I did have my initial doctor's visit this week which actually wasn't with a doctor. I gave a thorough medical history to his nurse practitioner and left with a backpack filled with books, pamphlets and coupons courtesy of Enfamil formula. Let the commercialization of motherhood begin!

Holding the peanut in my belly has reignited my interest in homeschooling techniques. I found a copy of The Well Trained Mind in the library where I work. I read it cover to cover and am now skimming it again. After exploring Charlotte Mason, Montesouri, unschooling, Enki, Waldorf, and other homeschooling approaches, the classical approach certainly seems the best fit with me. It is academically rigorous without losing sight of the fact that kids need to be kids. The authors argue against sending kids to college early or pushing them to be academic giants. Their focus is on using the trivium (grammar, logic, rhetoric) to teach kids how to think and learn.

Of course, before I start to teach the kid how to read, I need to first go through pregnancy and birth. Always getting ahead of myself!

Hello all you strange camels...

I thought it was time to explain the name of my blog. When I was in fifth grade, there was a bible competition at my Catholic school. Basically you studied the gospel according to Luke and took a test about the contest. I think I cracked a book once or twice and, not being a bible savant, didn't do so well on the test.

What I do remember about the episode was reading a passage (Luke 18:18-30 for those who want to play along at home), about a rich man who was asking Jesus how he could go to heaven. Basically Jesus told him to live a good life and the man said he was already doing that. Then Jesus seems to get a bit testy and tells him to sell all he has and give it to the poor. The man is crestfallen because he has so much and is reluctant to part with it. So Jesus says this to everyone who is watching:

How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God! Indeed, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.

Well, this scared the poop out of me as a kid. A camel CAN'T go through the eye of a needle. Impossible! I knew my family was wealthy...not Rockerfeller wealthy but we certainly were better off than a lot of the kids I went to school with. I was certain I was doomed.

Then when I got a little older, I read a commentary that explained that the eye of the needle was probably a reference to a certain town gate that was very low and narrow
and thus called "The Eye of the Needle" because pack animals had to be unloaded to pass through and even then they had to crouch. I liked the idea that simplicity and humility could be the point of the story and not that rich people automatically go to hell.

So the crouching camel image has become something of a symbol for me for simplicity, serenity, and spirituality.

If one is good, two is better, then three...

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Cleaning up my bathroom counter yesterday and realized that it was time to get rid of my collection of positive pregnancy tests. We still aren't telling the extended family yet...hoping to wait until after my first doctor visit so we have something to report other than, "Yeah, we got two pink lines."

I'm feeling a bit pukey lately but oddly enough, when I made a big batch of frozen dinners yesterday nothing. I think it helped that I wasn't planning on eating the food that I was touching right away. Weird.

One thing that is very apparent is how parenthood really challenges my simplicity values. For example, I already know that I'd like to try cloth diapering. So I've made an online list/registry of prefolds, covers, etc. But in my heart I know I've crossed over from need to want in just making the registry. Something about it being 'for the baby" seems to give me liscence to run rampant with consumerism. Hmm. We'll have to see how this pans out.

September Morn

Ah, it is September! The weather here in southeast Texas is finally getting cooler which in turn brings out all sorts of changes in my mood. It is also the cusp of a long Labor Day weekend. Thank you unions!

My new vegetable garden has moderate results right now. Most of the radishes I planted are coming up and the carrots have little sprigs. I also have one collard green sprout and one cabbage sprout. But the lettuce, arugala, and spinach? Nothing. Perhaps I planted the seeds too early...it was a very hot August. Perhaps they were bad seeds. I got them from the sale rack at Home Depot. Perhaps they needed to be started indoors in a more gentle environment.

This weekend I'll go buy some more potting mix and start new seeds in my newspaper cups that I made with the until-now-unused Baccarat crystal tube vase we received as a wedding gift.

I also need to plant something in our front yard "bed" next to our entryway. It is only about 1.5x3 feet so a large plant may be out. But how crazy would it be to grow veggies there too? I suppose it can't be any worse than the weed garden that was there before.