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  • NEVER GIVE UP HOPE!

    March 17th, 2016

                   6:40 AM Thursday morning. Still dark outside, house still quiet. Drinking my hot coffee, eating toast. I’ve been on pins and needles this week. Jack and Fiona are going through big changes and with the election going on, it brings us, my family outside of our solitary existence, it has made me think of everything I do and say as being important. I am reading “How To Talk To Kids So They Will Listen & Listen So Kids Will Talk” By Adele Faber & Elaine Mazlish. It is an awesome book! It talks a lot about Autonomy and letting children grow up making their own choices and becoming proud of who they are, being helpful and respectful to others. I’m learning so much about communication, the way too many questions make children feel uncomfortable, (I get it, I feel the same way) I just finished the chapter on praise. It talked about describing the positive things a child has done, not using “Good Boy or Good Girl” because it imposes too much pressure on the child to be “Good”, they are fearful of being “Bad” (Again, I get it!) Reading this book is like therapy for me! I feel like I was raised with some of the “Pitfalls” of traditional parenting, the type of punishment I got, I had no self-esteem, I always felt like I was “Bad”!  So now, since I’ve been reading this book I think before I speak every time. It’s hard. I re-evaluate how I’m going to tell Jack and Fiona, they can’t have another cookie, they can’t climb on the table, they can’t poop and pee in the yard, they need to go in the toilet, they need to keep track of their own Blu Blu’s, they can’t throw playdough in the living room, if they aren’t going to take a nap they still need to stay in their room and rest while mommy does the same, they can’t throw legos or books or anything that will hurt another person, and on and on. They haven’t been taking their naps consistently the past two weeks either so I’ve had to really work hard and not snap! I haven’t had time to write or paint very much. Yesterday I did a bit of painting, I wanted to keep painting bad. Jack didn’t take his nap, he was awake but I put him in his room with his trains and cars for an hour so I could take a shower. When I came back upstairs I heard Jack singing, “No no  no  no” then “Mama” so I opened the door. He showed me how he spilled the water, I had told him to make sure to keep this cup upright because it spills. I tried to get him to help me clean it but he was so excited to be up he ran to his basketball hoop. It wasn’t a big deal, and he didn’t do it on purpose, so I cleaned it for him. Then he asked if he could watch “Bear” I said “That’s a great idea!” He looked at me in shock and joy! I turned on the T.V. and said, “I’m going down to get some paints” he didn’t acknowledge me. He looked like a real little kid.  He sat and watched T.V. while I painted on the deck. He came out a few times to see what I was doing, but just wanted to watch his shows. I felt good, like we could do our own things at the same time. When Fiona woke up I turned off the T.V. and brought out the babies painting supplies. They started putting the paint in their mouths, putting it in my water glass, pouring the water into another cup. Not putting a single mark on the paper! I had to put the paint away, and take my paints back downstairs. I still wanted to paint bad. I let the babies free roam, they played outside in the back yard, on the deck, in the house. I would run down to my studio for a few minutes at a time and paint. Then run back up holding my breath, hoping they hadn’t gotten into anything crazy. They did pretty good, except for pooping outside, why didn’t they go in their potty? That was a bit of a clean-up job! I think this really is the poop phase! I’m certain they will get to the potty eventually! By the end of the day the house was destroyed. I cleaned the kitchen but didn’t have the energy to pick up the toys so I just went to bed.

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    I hope Jack and Fiona will grow up to be helpful, kind, engaged, humans. This election cycle has shown me more than ever before how important it is that we all participate in our democracy. We can’t just sit on the sidelines; we need to be involved. People blame the government and politicians for everything, but they work for us. We the people have total control. The “System” is there for us to use to make change, to make things better. We have to vote, we have to change laws, we have to volunteer and run for public office. If everyone participates there’s nothing “The Government” (Which is essentially us) can do. We can’t be passive, but protests alone won’t change anything either. It brings attention to issues, but only changing policies and laws gives us real long lasting change. Start local. That’s what the Republicans do, that’s what the Tea Party does. That’s what the anti-abortion activists do. They work with their own towns first and expand. They know they have an easy battle field because so many Americans have just checked out of politics. We take our Democracy for granted. We think things are set in stone, the “system” is the way it is and that’s that. It’s not true. We have to be involved and participate or we won’t have a Democracy anymore. If someone like Ted Cruz gets elected for President or Trump, our country will bleed. Our people will bleed. It will be bad. One thing the book I’m reading says is “Never Take Away HOPE from children” I want to raise my children with the hope of a better world for everyone and that they can make a difference. I CAN  and so CAN YOU!! Bernie and Hilary are AWESOME! But every State, every city has its own government. Every school district has a board. Infiltrate! We can do this. Don’t give up hope and keep protesting but take action with in the “system” too!! PEACE!

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  • Things we take for Granted

    March 14th, 2016

    7:18 AM, bright, clear, Monday morning, moved time forward yesterday so it’s really 6:19AM. Does it mean Jack and Fiona will sleep later this morning? Yesterday I didn’t let them take a nap so I could get them to bed early. It rained all day long, we watched the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Jack and Fiona actually sat and watched the whole movie. It’s the only movies they’ve ever watched start to finish. It was one of our favorite movies when we were kids, it was one of the movies that was on T.V. on the holidays. Same for Alan growing up in Ireland, he said they broadcast Willy Wonka every Christmas. Many cautionary tales in that movie, Veruca Salt! For the rest of the day I was hyper aware of any lean towards the babies being spoiled. We had dinner guests on Saturday night, they brought fancy cookies in a white paper box. Last night at dinner Jack asked for a cookie. I brought out the animal cookies and he started crying and said “No, that cookie” he pointed to the white box in the trash can. “Those cookies are all gone” I tell him. “NOOO” he cries. I just start laughing. I’m laughing because he can really tell the difference between every day cookies- low sugar, and the good stuff! I’m also laughing because of his reaction, how it was such bad news! It’s so funny. Or when he asks to watch The Wiggles DVD and I tell him it’s in the car. “Nooo” he cries and falls to the floor. But it’s probably one of the most important lessons we have to learn, we can’t always get what we want. Which is a harder lesson to teach in our society, how it is now, how here, in the Bay Area at least, everything really is accessible. I’m not going to generalize and say everywhere in the industrialized world, but I think lots of Europe and the rest of America have a lot to offer a two-year-old child. It’s pretty unbelievable, just the amount of food we have access to. Healthy food, fresh food, enough food to waste food. That’s the crazy part.  On Saturday I took the babies and my husband and my dog on an adventure walk to the coffee shop and the grocery store. I thought the rain was stopping, but it didn’t let up, it was windy too. The trip is only two and a half miles there and back. The babies walked about half a mile, then wanted to be in the stroller. My husband kept saying “we can go home and I’ll come back for the groceries in my car”. “No, we are already here.” I say. I load up my back pack with the heavy stuff, the milk, jars of horseradish, and potatoes. I put all the produce and meat under the stroller. Jack is so tired he falls asleep in the stroller. I think to myself what if we walk to the store every time we need food? Would that teach the babies a valuable lesson? That things don’t just appear magically.

    It’s so quiet right now. And bright. An unfamiliar combination. I can’t believe winters over. I feel like it was just the other night, when it first got dark so early and Jack was scared. I had to start using a night light in their room. I hope I can work in my studio today. Last week was difficult because of  no naps. Hopefully Jack and Fiona will want to rest up this week. I know what’s coming next is the potty training. They are becoming hyper aware of this bodily function. Yesterday Jack kept saying, “Billy poop” It was so funny. The things we take for granted.

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  • We’ve entered a new stage, poop, crazy, no nap stage!

    March 11th, 2016

    6:02am Friday morning. Sky still dark, I can hear the rain coming down, and gusts of wind. Inside the house, it’s quiet, dry, and warm. Everyone’s still sleeping. I’m eating my toast and drinking my coffee and wondering how the week went by so fast. And what a week it’s been. Two days were no nap days. But it went beyond that, not only did Jack and Fiona not take naps Tuesday and Thursday, but as I sat outside the room they were sleeping in, listening to them, waiting for them to get quiet, to know they had fallen asleep, they were doing the unthinkable behind those doors. The first day, Tuesday, I had put them down for their nap in the upstairs guest room. Usually it’s fine, they fall asleep on the bed together and there’s been no problems. Well Fiona can open doors now, and so far that just means she opens the door to the room and comes out to find me. This time, as I sat outside the room thinking it was getting quiet, that they must have fallen asleep, they were actually in the bathroom with the door shut. Poor Jack was locked in with Fiona, who, when I found her was soaking wet and smiling, Jack looked shell shocked. The floor was wet, the water running in the sink, everything from the medicine cabinet on the floor, blood smeared on the wall and mirror. I still don’t know who got cut or where the cut is. It was crazy. It was one of those scenes people post on Facebook, the pictures of what someone’s toddlers got into, the ones that make you gasp, but you say this would never happen to me, well it did, and it can.

    Yesterday I put them down in their own room, childproofed, safe. I read a few books, say my goodbyes, sit outside on the stairs and watch a live broadcast of a CAIR conference in response to the comments about Islam hating “Us” that Donald T. made this week. There are some amazing speakers, and it’s grounding me and connecting me to the real America, to normal people, intelligent people, and I’m enjoying it. I can hear Jack and Fiona laughing, messing around, they don’t sound tired. Then I hear Jack say “Mama” and I decide to take a peak, maybe someone needs a diaper change. I open the door and something smells. Poop. Both babies have their pants off. Oh no. There’s something smeared on Jacks face. Holy CRAP! I’ve heard stories of babies smearing poop on the walls but didn’t believe it. It couldn’t happen to me right? I have to find all the stuffed animals, balls, babies, blue blues, blankets, everything that has poop on it, wash everything. Give the babies a bath. Light a candle, burn some incense. Seriously. The fun doesn’t stop, later I find Fiona in the bathroom, the whole box of wipes in the toilet, she’s dipping the wipes in the toilet and wiping her butt, there’s water all over the floor, I try to flush the toilet and it backs up. I have to plunge and dig the wipes out of the toilet. I realize we’re in a new stage. The poop stage. The crazy stage. The wet, bloody, messy, destruction stage? I don’t know but it keeps me on my toes. And there is nothing that could gross me out.

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