Archive for February, 2008

Happy birthday, Karin – Thursday Thirteen

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

Do you remember seeing a birthday card with a hippopotamus and a bird on it? I saw it once and if I’d seen it last week, I’d have picked it up for Reid to send to Karin because those two have seen quite a few hippopotamuses together and Reid would laugh at the “Hippo Birdie to you” message on the inside of the card. But then, I’m a digital girl and I didn’t get a card. Instead I’m writing this note about her.

1. Karin can blow big bubbles with her gum. Given all of the other times I’ve written about her bubbles, I had to start there.
2. Karin and I have spent lots of time travelling together and have had lots of time to talk. She has never told me that she resented me displacing her from her postion as a “little girl” in the sense that people referred to her and Lisa as the “little girls”. So that is a good thing, unless she is secretly harbouring resentment.
3. When I was a little girl and microwaves were new in homes (and the earth was still cooling), Karin made me a sort of “grilled” cheese sandwich in her boyfriend’s mother’s microwave. It was amazing then. Just thinking of it makes me shudder now – warm white bread and processed cheese.
4. Karin was the one who took me to the hair dresser to get my first perm. Everyone needed an afro back then. It might not have been an actual afro but I’ve never claimed to have a good memory.
5. Karin was also the one who badgered, I mean, inspired me to dye my hair once the grey hairs were getting out of control. It’s important to have someone looking out for your image.
6. When I was a young maid of 10, Karin invited me to be in her wedding and caused me to wear a beautiful yellow dress. The little bridesmaid pendant that she gave to me was equally lovely.
7. Karin invited me to spend a couple of summers with her when she was living in Halifax. Well, that is how I remember it. Mom and Dad may have asked her to toake me off of their hands. I like to think that she wanted me.
8. Karin took me out driving when I was preparing for my driver’s licence test. I don’t remember her ever yelling at me but I bet I deserved it. Unfortunately for me, I passed the test without having mastered parallel parking and this, despite Karin’s best efforts and I still have difficulty parallel parking today. Karin can put the largest vehicle with the most blind spots into a parking spot that is barely bigger than the vehicle and I admire her for this skill.
9. Karin is looking after Reid’s girly-girl side – she makes sure that Reid gets her fingernails and toenails painted every once in a while and that Reid always has good shoes. Other people looked at Reid’s face when she was a newborn to decide who she looked like. Karin looked at Reid’s finger nailbeds (they’re good and resemble Karin’s) and toenails (they’re okay and not as bad as mine and Karin’s).
10. Karin is a pie-maker extraordinaire. AND she has shared her secret recipe with me. She regularly makes sure that there is a cherry pie for Ken. She invites Reid to help her roll out the dough and doesn’t flinch at the mess.
11. Karin has talked to Reid on the telephone for years, even though Reid hasn’t always spoke to her. When Reid was very small, Karin started every conversation with an excited (and loud) “Reid Elizabeth”, both in person and on the phone. Reid would grin when she heard it, whether or not she responded verbally.
12. Karin has accompanied me on a variety of business trips and has taken care of Reid in a range of North American cities. She shows Reid a good time, even when they spend the whole day in the hotel room because that is what Reid wants. I never feel that I need to rush back from a conference session lest she judge me.
13. Karin stopped at our house on her way back from the East Coast just after Reid was born to help me get Reid started nursing and to generally just help. I don’t think that it was necessarily the most restful Civic Holiday weekend for her but it was hugely important for Reid, Ken and me.

Happy birthday, sister.

Reid’s reading skills

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

Overheard at our house at bedtime:
“Row, row, row your gg-ohhh-tt. Row, row, row your ccc-ow-wuh.”
And so it continued as Reid “read” a favourite board book. I’m not sure why she decided to sound out the animals’ names but not the other words on each page. It was fun to hear her reading this book, which she has been able to recite for a year or two, in this way. I’ve taken it as a sign that I can show her words and ask her to sound them out.

We have also been playing a new game that Reid has devised. If I’m reading my own book and she wants to join in the fun, Reid will have me say a letter and then she will find it on the page. The text in my books is (obviously) small are more crowded than what Reid is used to but she finds the letters quite quickly. I’m sure this is an important pre-reading skill but sometimes she’d let me finish a chapter.

Speaking of chapters, the teachers at daycare noted on the activity board last week that they had read part of a chapter book to the kids. When we discussed it at home, Reid was talking about the tractor books at daycare. I don’t stop and correct Reid’s pronunciation, I just make sure to ennunciate clearly when using the word causing her trouble. Apparently I am not always subtle when I do this. I said, “And did you like the ‘CHAP-ter’ book that Christina read?” Reid replied, “The ‘TRAC-tor’ book was good.” Stalemate.

I followed the lead from Reid’s teachers and chose chapter books when we were at the library on Friday. I hadn’t ever noticed them but when I looked, they were hiding in plain sight next to the French board books in a section called “early readers”. I grabbed a few and noticed that early readers are in stages – if you can remember your own kids’ experiences at this age, indulge me for a bit – and while the level one is good for a child learning to read, it’s not what I want to be reading. I’m looking for novelty, folks, and books that are long enough that we don’t zoom through 10 at a sitting. An extended narrative would be nice. Level 3 early readers seem to work well for us and I’ve also borrowed Sarah’s copy of The Littles to see if Reid is ready for a book with a picture every couple of pages. I’m pretty sure Ken and I are.

Winterlude – Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

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My “me time” is what I make of it

Monday, February 4th, 2008

I wrote a while ago about what I thought I would do with 3 nights alone but the reality is that I haven’t had 3 nights alone in the last 3.5 years and I really don’t mind that much. I would like 3 hours alone or, at least, 3 hours without family responsibility a little more often than I’m getting it. It’s hard to write this without feeling like I’m rejecting my husband. We have scheduled too many activities for Reid in January and February – between gymnastics, skating, swimming and Kindermusik, we are more on the go than at rest. Planning time away for myself means cutting more time away from what is available for us as a couple. To add to this, I’ve been having trouble lately waking up after I’ve put Reid to sleep. It’s a good night when Ken is able to rouse me enough that I’ll climb straight into our bed, let alone be awake enough to tackle a hobby, book or well-thought out post.

I tend to grab snippets of time wherever I can find them. I try to dedicate my time on the bus to reading or writing blog posts or doing both, through the magic of books on cd via my iPod and Blackberry. Sometimes I’m torn between reading a book and writing a post. It seems selfish to read something just for me when I could be writing for Ken’s and my families to read. And, of course, for Reid to read when she grows up and for me to read when I grow old. Since I know I’m liable to regret not writing I often close the book. I am always happy when it it my turn to drive to daycare and works but am also glad of the 40-50 minutes that I spend on a bus most days.

For many years, since before Reid was born, I have been spending Thursday evenings with my friend, Melissa, and her family. Ken volunteered out of the house on most of those Thursday nights until just recently and so he wasn’t at home to miss me. Ken is able to volunteer from home but Reid and I still go to Melissa’s. I consider these visits, or slices of them, to be “me time”. For a long time, Melissa and I spoke almost daily on the phone. When she was new to Ottawa, I suspect the calls were important “me time” for her. When I was a new mom, the calls were certainly important for me.

There have been times in my life when I’ve gotten up at 4:30 or 5:00 to have time to myself before Ken and Reid are awake. This meets my need for alone time but pretty much puts an end to any hope that I’ll see Ken alone since I need to be asleep early to awake early. I’ve been trying to find my “me time” after Reid is in bed, with less success lately, but I’m a bit of a binger when it comes to “me time”. Ken will call down to me when he heads to bed and I mean to joing him in just a minute, really I do, but all too often it’s much later when I climb the stairs. I sit on the couch with my laptop on my lap, a cat at my side and maybe another on my legs and have a recorded show or dvd playing while I clean up or caption photos, write or markup posts or read blogs. I’m happy in my nest. It reminds me of being in university although the topics I write about are much less esoteric than the history and political science ones from 15 years ago.

I believe in the adage, “If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy,” and I need to find the “me time” to be happy. (Note: I do believe that Ken’s happiness is important, too, but he has his own blog upon which he can pontificate.) I just need to unlock the secret of not falling asleep and then I’ll be able to be awake to enjoy my “me time”.

“Me time” is the theme for the group writing project that MamaBlogga hosts. I’m a day late posting my entry but since it took quite a bit of “me time” to write it, up it goes.

Edited to add:

Check out the other contibutors to this month’s writing project. It seems we all face similar challenges and have similar hopes but there are also differences.

Here, kitty, kitty

Sunday, February 3rd, 2008

Reid found the cat’s comb in the bathroom this morning and wanted to comb Clio’s fur. The only problem was that Clio was on the main floor or maybe that was the first problem, since Pooka (as Reid calls Clio) doesn’t particularly enjoy being combed. Reid was undaunted and just called for her at the top of the stairs. Ken and I were in our bedroom and could hear, “Poooo-kaa, Poooo-kaaa! C’mere Pookie.” No cat appeared. And then in an enticing tone, “Meow-ee. Meow-ee!” Ken and I giggled but weren’t surprised that Clio resisted the tempting call.

Finally Reid came back to our bedroom and spoke to Leo who was laying at the foot of the bed. “This comb is not for you, Leo. It is for you sister.” (Reid uses “you” in place of “your” most of the time.) Leo gave her a sarcastic, break-my-heart look and squished his eyes closed again. It’s for the best that Reid doesn’t want to comb Leo; he is a bit of a grumpy cat sometimes.

Milestone my What to Expect book seemed to miss

Friday, February 1st, 2008

Reid has long been obsessed with bubble gum. I blame it on Aunt Karin and her bubble-blowing habits. Until the last few days, though, Reid has employed a chew-chew-swallow technique on those rare occasions that she has been allowed gum. There was that time that she tried to blow a bubble but spit the gum across the porch instead…  Just recently, though, I’ve discovered that Reid will chew and chew her gum. On Saturday the nice lady at Costco gave each of us a stick of Trident gum in some unmemorable flavour just before we got into the checkout line. I popped the whole piece in my mouth and reminded Reid that she needed to chew but not swallow and she nodded. When I was putting her into her car seat, Reid was still clutching half of her stick of gum and chewing on the other half. We drove home, unloaded and put away our groceries and then Ken made her throw the gum away before coming to the table for lunch. I was tempted to say, “No, let’s save it. It’s the first piece of gum that she chewed without swallowing.” (No, I wasn’t quite that sentimental but I’m sure that all of the piles of stuff around my house make more sense now.) She’s growing up, my little Reid, in many ways.

As a small digression: Where is my latest What to Expect book anyway? I remember looking at it when Reid was 2 for something or other.  Does it even cover girls who are 3 AND A HALF? I know that I read the pregnancy and baby versions cover to cover, along with the Mother of All Pregnancy and Mother of All Baby books, not to mention the Girlfriend’s Guides for the same periods while I was still pregnant. Once I had a kid, I was too busy parenting to read about how to do it.