Grace Notes

GRACE NOTE: n. in theater, a small gesture, evocative of character. / GRACE: n. unmerited divine favor. / NOTE: 1.v. to observe with care. 2.v. to preserve in writing. 3.n. an informal record.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Smiles

Here's a picture of our happy girl:


And is it just me, or do Allison Clare and her Papaw look like twins? ("Papaw"? Yes, my child is one of the few Korean hillbillies.)

Four Minutes of Joy

Dottie posted this video on her blog, and I love it. I often don't even click on videos, but I'm so glad she posted this one for us all. I questioned whether I should post it here too, but then I thought, "sharing" is what the Internet is for!



Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

Befitting my somewhat obsessive personality, I read more about this guy after watching the video, and I came across two other, similar videos . . . one an earlier version of a different round-the-world trip, and the other an outtake reel. Pretty hilarious, if you liked the first one:





It turns out there's a pretty interesting story behind the music for the 2006 video--the vocals are sung by a woman in the Solomon Islands, and the recording was made in 1970 by a UNESCO ethnomusicologist seeking to preserve this oral language. An instrumental score (is that redundant? I really don't know.) was added for the purpose of these videos.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Grades 3-4

I'm going through my old journals. Lots of memories: my first semester in college, the weeks before I went to seminary, the year I applied for jobs and ended up here. But by far the most entertaining is my very first journal, from 1983. It's funny what seems important to a 9-year-old.

May 2: Today I got in a fight with Chasta. I got in it from jumprope. She turned wrong for Carla and I. She says, "I'm gonna beat your face in." I'd like to see her try. But instead we decided to have our friends write their names on paper. Whoever has the most friends wins.

May 18: Today Mom got mad. I really am not sure she'll get over it.

May 22: Woke up. Rain, Rain, Rain. Today is May Fair day, too. Went to fair then took down bird's nest. Dad & Bob C. [neighbor] got mad at Matt [neighbor's son] & I. I don't care.

May 23: Helped Dad clean out garage. He's paying us with gum. I went to church. Kellie's sister was born Fri. May 13. Juli went to the bathroom on the toilet seat and on floor. Mom stepped in it.

May 31: End of May. Was a nice month. Had a nice day except [Great-]Uncle Nerwood died.

June 23: Went shopping. Saw Utah license plate. Normal day though.

October 17: Back to the old grind [after family vacation]. I didn't miss anything except we're having a Social Studies test Tuesday. Dad said It probably doesn't matter anyway because nobody probably studied anyway!

December 23: Mom & Dad & I had a long talk about How Babies are Made. Also, gave Mrs. Blevins her potholder with a cat embrodered on it.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Plagiocephaly

I give up. I think my baby is just going to have a head that is flat in back. It was really sweetly curved when she was born, but both her dad and I have flat heads in back, so maybe it's her genetic destiny. Spending 80% of her life asleep on her back cannot help. Yeah yeah yeah--all the tummy time in the world will not make up for that. And no, she is not going to do "helmet therapy" . . . they (the Internet) have got to be kidding!

Packing Light, How I Miss Thee

My days of packing light are definitely behind me. I once traveled to Colorado and Nevada for three weeks with an overnight bag and a bookbag and still had room for an oversized box of wind chimes and other host gifts. And then, of course, there was the 9-week trip to Europe last summer, when I took a single bookbag and lived out of it completely: clothes, books, toiletries, spare shoes, laundry detergent, and everything packed snugly in my little Jansport.

Now we take up the whole back seat of the pickup truck, plus some space in the back, just to go to my parents' for the weekend. My parents! Where they'll have everything! Everything, that is, except: a baby seat, a bassinet, a half-dozen burp cloths, diapers, a stack of onesies, twice as many pajamas and outfits as days we'll be traveling, a pump and bottles, a diaper bag for outings, Maya sling, a stroller, and so on. We could have done without any one of those things, but it would have made life much less pleasant. Like, it's easy to think, why bring the bouncy seat? But then you have to hold the baby all day, every day.

We go to Sam's parents' this weekend, which I'm excited about because I really love my in-laws and they haven't seen the baby yet. But oh, the packing!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Electoral College

I've been working on the syllabus and assignments for my composition class for this coming fall, trying to think of a topic for a unit on analyzing argumentation, a unit to culminate in an essay due around the beginning of November. Then I remembered: it's an election year! Heh heh. These assignments will practically write themselves!

Monday, June 16, 2008

Cloth Diapering

Before Allison Clare was born, if I happened to mention that I was thinking of cloth diapering, people most commonly responded with an exasperated roll of the eyes, as if I'd implied criticism of disposables (not intended). Older people would tell me about how the cloth diapers they used on their kids always leaked, and how they used to stick themselves with diaper pins all the time. I always wanted to say, "Well, the thing is, I'm not cloth diapering back in time . . ." Because the cloth diapers of today are way nicer and easier to use than the ones that my mom used on me (and I, in turn, used on my Cabbage Patch Kid back in 1985).


Disposables don't seem more wasteful than, for example, food packaging (which does bug me, but I live with it). In fact, I use disposables when we're traveling, or if all the cloth are in the wash. If I lived where water was scarce, I would probably use disposables all the time because a load of cloth diapers requires two washes and an extra rinse. But since water is more easily available and renewable than trees around here, I don't mind that part. I like that they are made to last--I don't really like the idea of single-use stuff in general, as a matter of taste more than environmentalism.


I wish I could say it was my environmentalist mores, but it's the cuteness factor that really gets me. The fact is, I just like the cloth diapers so much more. The ones I use work exactly like disposables, except you wash them. They have a super-soft inside that wicks moisture away, and an outside layer that is both breathable and waterproof. The leg openings have elastic gussets, and the stretchy tabs adjust to Allison Clare's little round belly and close with Velcro. In her case, they fit much better than disposable diapers, which always seemed to bag out in the crotch and slide down her tummy, sagging around the hips and leaking when they slipped around. The cloth are cozy and snug on her little bottom, and they seem wholesome and sweet somehow.


The care isn't bad. It takes about 5 minutes a couple of times a week to put them into the washer, and I just need to allow a little longer for an extra cycle. And no, I don't have to swirl them in the toilet--people always ask about that. Babies don't produce solids until they eat solid food, and for later, there are flushable liners for the diaper. You just dump them, with any solids, into the toilet, and proceed with the wash. So, anyway, the diapers come out of the dryer ready to go, along with the cloth wipes that I use because they're easier than paper--you just drop the used wipe in the dirty diaper the way you do with disposables and throw it all in the diaper pail. Prior to use, I put the wipes in a solution of water and witch hazel in a regular wipes container. Actually, they do a much better job of cleaning up than the flimsier paper wipes, so that has been a pleasant benefit too.

So it takes a few minutes more a couple of times a week, but then, using them has allowed us to stop changing Allison Clare's diaper at night, which has helped with her sleeping. We use a heavier diaper for overnights, which has a pocket and a heavier insert. For the first baby, I think the cost comes out to be similar to disposables when you factor in buying these diapers (cheaper cloth options are out there) and then the water and electricity. But with subsequent babies, we'll already have all of our gear.

And who can argue with cuteness like this?

Punk-rock hair not included. ;)

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Liberal Arts

I recently realized that I bear nearly all of the key marks of the neo-hippie mama: I have the handloomed sling, I breastfeed exclusively, I cloth diaper, I set up our recycling system at home, and just last week, I purchased our farmers' market's reusable tote bag. Since we're already considering a hybrid car, the only thing really left is to compost, but (the recycling system notwithstanding) Sam is the trash man at our house, and I think he would have no truck with having to handle our food garbage separately. The fact that he is the limiting factor at our little commune should surprise no one who is familiar with my husband's commitment to convenience and comfort, but it does lead one to query his assertions of liberal politics, ahem. I am supposedly the conservative, so the conventional wisdom would have it as odd that I'm the one looking for places to switch to CFLs and walking to the office in lieu of driving. But I don't know--it all makes sense to me; I believe thoroughly in small government, but in order to create space for personal cultivation of responsibility and civic virtue, not to condone rapaciousness. Sam keeps teasing, "You're more liberal than I am!" but the truth is that I think it's all a sign of my becoming more and more conservative, just in a purer, non-partisan sense.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Stain Removal

Within the past week or so, I've successfully exorcised two potentially ruinous would-be stains (salad oil and burger grease) from a new skirt using a trick of my mom's: dish detergent. I offer it now to all of you. Wallow in your fried food with impunity!

Monday, June 09, 2008

Adopted Daughter, Birth Parent

Today a New York Times article directed me to a blog by a woman who abandoned efforts to conceive through infertility treatments and seeks to help others come to terms with childlessness. She mentioned that one of the things that she realized she had to give up was the dream of seeing her mother's smile in her own child.

I've written before about how dually odd it is to me to realize that Allison Clare is my daughter by birth, and not adopted like me--but (and I know how ridiculous this sounds) it never occurred to me that she would not inherit traits from my parents. We can already see how she looks like Sam's dad, especially when her hair is covered in a little cap (he has hair! But it's not dark like hers.). And it's not like I've been looking to see whether she looks like my parents, but until I read that sentence in that woman's blog, I hadn't even thought of it as something I might miss out on. I would have loved to have seen traits of my mother or father in her physical appearance , so it's almost sad to think that she has no chance of it . . . but I suspect she will instead inherit a killer recipe for spaghetti sauce, and an appetite for hard work.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

The Nursing Olympics

RATED F FOR FEMALE AUDIENCES (AND DR. BROMER, who probably would have read it anyway because he is very curious)

So sometimes you find yourself doing things you never imagined to resolve problems you never would have thought existed in the world. Today's was a clogged milk duct. I've had this problem about three times so far, and it totally makes sense that it would happen, and how/why, but it's a mechanical thing I'd never have anticipated.

And the solution is similarly mechanical. A desperate Internet search the first time identified three possible strategies. The first was application of a heating pad, which basically did nothing for me. The second and third worked, but only in combination: a scalding hot shower and nursing the baby. But not just nursing any old way--nursing with the baby's chin pointed toward the clogged duct, which can be identified because it feels like a very painful lump.

Naturally, this clogged duct was in such a place that pointing Allison Clare's chin toward it required some bizarre, Twister-like interactions between her and me. I had to lay her on the bed and sort of clamber over her, ending up with my face up close and personal with the front of her diaper and suspending myself there, very still, like in some yoga class gone horribly wrong. She has this hilarious habit of raising one eyebrow, and she must have been thinking, "Oh, now this is interesting . . ."

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Lit Review

For Yolanda and a couple of others who have asked . . .

When the Reverend Doctor visited, she noticed the stack of books on infant sleep in the sunroom, where AC and I spend virtually all of our time. She likened it to the travel books people read when they can't actually get away themselves; I admitted it was more like porn for the sleep-deprived.

Among the books I've read on sleep: Babywise: Giving Your Infant the Gift of Nighttime Sleep ("86% of our infants sleep 7-9 hours per night by 8 weeks!"); Secrets of the Baby Whisperer; What to Expect for the First Year; What You Need to Know for the First Year from America's Most Trusted Nanny; Solve Your Child's Sleep Problems (the "Ferber Method"); and Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child. (Yes, I have been a woman on a mission.)

The last two were definitely the most helpful. Here is what I've learned: basically, there are a couple of physiological milestones that have to be passed before a baby can sleep through the night. The most important is that its sleep/wake cycles have to be coordinated--those cycles don't work together at first, so their brains get mixed signals. This coordination generally occurs between 6 weeks and 4 months. Also, a baby needs to be large enough to eat enough to sleep for a long period of time--some say 10 lbs, though it sometimes happens earlier.

Parents can't affect either of those factors. But once those milestones have been passed, there are things we can at least try. Honestly, I think we're just kind of lucky--after a rough first 6-8 weeks, AC is a very easy baby. While I don't think this would work with a really difficult baby, ours happened just to need a little assistance, or so it seems so far:

1) From the experts: Put the baby to bed drowsy but awake. Probably the most helpful advice I read. This way, the little ones learn to soothe themselves to sleep, and when they stir in the night, they know how to re-enter sleep on their own. Also, don't change the conditions too much--that is, don't move them from one room to another or change their clothes, etc., or their sense of the change will cause them to rouse more fully and become more vigilant in their sleep (Richard Ferber likens this to how adults would become wary sleepers if people came into our bedrooms, changed our clothes, and carried us to other places each night while we slept.).

2) From AC: We learned to look for Allison Clare's signs of sleepiness--not the ones like extreme crankiness or crying that occured when she was too far gone, overstimulated and overtired, but those that showed when she was just getting a little sleepy. She tends to slow down, staring off for a few minutes at a time, or get a little agitated, rubbing her eyes, fussing a little, or yawning once or twice. As soon as we saw them, we started our bedtime routine of a diaper change, pajamas, bedtime snack, prayers, and cuddles in dim light near her bed.

3) My own invention: A strategy of minimal intervention. Both Sam and I were willing to let her cry it out once she got old enough--the books and our pediatrician both said she should be about 4 months old. And it did seem that within the past month or so, she developed much better self-soothing skills, so I was glad we didn't try to force her to cry it out too early, when she wasn't ready for it and would have fallen asleep from exhaustion and stress instead of from learning how to sleep. I have to credit Sam here because on my own, I might have been persuaded (or frightened) by those who say that if you ever pick babies up when they're trying to sleep, you keep them from learning to sleep on their own. As it turned out, a more humane and supportive approach worked fine . . . at least for this initial phase of sleep training.

We wanted to help her learn to sleep but we also wanted her to learn to become independent in falling asleep. From birth, she definitely preferred sleeping on us or with us, but after two months, we decided whenever possible to let her sleep as much on her own as she could, and we kept pushing this incrementally further. So, we did the very slightest things that would help her sleep.

Most nights, I didn't have to do anything at all--after the bedtime routine, I put her down drowsy, and she fell asleep for longer and longer periods. I didn't encourage her to nurse when she did wake up--I let her nurse a little and fall back to sleep. And I stopped changing her diaper in the middle of the night, partly enabled by using these very absorbent diapers that would last long enough that she'd still be relatively dry in the morning.

If she fussed while falling asleep, we let her go for a few minutes to see if she could calm down. If she started getting really worked up, we went in and rocked her bassinet, which virtually always worked. If it didn't, we picked her up, comforted her a little, and then put her back down just as she relaxed, and let her continue to calm down on her own (it took some practice to get just the right moment--too early, and she'd get even more upset; too late, and she would have missed the opportunity to learn to calm herself). Sometimes I propped her up on our bed, dimmed the lights, and just hung out in the same room folding laundry, etc., while she rested and watched and got quieter. As soon as she was calm and/or drowsy, I put her in her bed, and as soon as she was getting quieter, I stopped doing anything for her (rocking her bassinet, patting her, etc.), and left the room.

Finally, she started sucking her thumb this past week, and it seems to calm her down quite a bit when she gets tired and fussy (it looks like thumb-sucking is not a problem unless it goes on past age 4 or so).

Of course, we know she may not sleep through the night again for weeks, but her sleep has gotten better gradually over time, and this was a nice indication that there could be hope for a well-rested future for all of us. :) Best wishes to all the babies!

Family

We've just returned home from a 3-day visit to my parents. Allison Clare alternately slept and quietly enjoyed the view for the entire 720 mile roundtrip, so we really can't complain. We stopped a few times for feedings and visited Nifty Fifty's and the alma mater, where I got Sam a t-shirt. I was secretly disappointed that the latter no longer sells the (admittedly snotty) "Anywhere Else, It Would Have Been an A" shirts because I did want to at least show him one.

At home, my sister Juli was in town from Colorado, which meant that I got to pat her little bump--due in September!--and she got to inspect Allison Clare's new chubbinesses. I would post a picture of the bump, but it would probably violate the laws of the Sisterhood to post pictures of other people's pregnancies without their permission.

We also were able to visit with some close family friends and relatives at a picnic my parents hosted--complete with tons of food, as anyone who has ever been a guest at my mom's table would naturally expect. My sister calls her baby "the Pea" (soon to be "the watermelon"?), so in honor of the Pea, we had this cake, decorated by the same bakery that made Sam's and my wedding cake last year:
Allison Clare really worked the room (since it rained, we moved into the garage). Here she is with Grammy and Great-Great-Aunt Sis:

and hanging out in my Maya sling while I served the cake:

The next day, we took a ride "down the Shore" as we say in South Jersey. We had Mack & Manco's pizza, Kohr Brothers' custard, and Johnson's caramel popcorn, which is served warm and ever-so-slightly gooey and becomes crisp just before melting completely in your mouth. Of course, the ostensible purpose of the trip was not just for me to snack, but also for Allison Clare to see the ocean for the first time. She seemed a little unimpressed, but it might have all been part of her Attitude of Coolness . . .

. . . which, in her defense, she probably has to adopt to compensate for moments when I dress her like this. Yes, those are puppy ears on her little booties. This is us with Mom and Dad:

Dream Girl

It finally happened.

Last night, Allison Clare slept from 7:52 pm. to 6:35 a.m.! Then, just to put some icing on the cake, she nipped for just a couple of minutes and fell right back to sleep until 9:20 a.m.

I know these updates must be quite tedious, but you have to understand that I'm the kind of person who has seriously prioritized 8-9 hours of sleep throughout my adult life. But since February 28, I hadn't slept for more than 4 1/2 hours, and usually more like 3, at a time.

Allison Clare had been sleeping for longer chunks, for 6 or even 7 hours at a time, but they always began at 8:00 and then ended in the middle of the night for me, so that I got plenty of sleep total, but not all together . . . until now.

Thank you, baby!