Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Lucky Numbers Draw

I think we won the doctor lottery. That was exactly what it felt like - a lottery. When I found out I was pregnant I didn't have a doctor. I'd been here for a year and a half and hadn't needed one. Cape Breton is much like the rest of the country - more sick people than healers - so I had never bothered looking. After the double pink lines I picked up the phone book and started with the walk-in clinics. Surely if there was a doctor accepting patients they'd know about it. Zero help and kinda grumpy. I moved on to physicians and perfected my ask as I made my way through the a, b, and c listings. Eventually, a receptionist at a podiatrist clinic directed me to the North Sydney Hospital where I got an appointment. 

After waiting two weeks to see someone, the someone I saw said they couldn't accept me as a patient because I was pregnant (although I was still trying to convince someone - anyone - to confirm this) and they didn't do pregnancy and birth. They'd call around and have someone call me. I resigned myself to getting an appointment sometime before my due date with a grumbly old man who still thought using ether in deliveries was cutting edge. 

But our now doctor's office called a few days later and I knew right from the start that she was perfect for us. She wanted to know what we wanted and took the time to explain how the next nine or so months of check-ups, blood tests and ultrasounds would go. I looked forward to all of my check-ups, she supported all of our choices, and was such a calming and reassuring presence during Frankie's birth. Then after Frances was born, rather than tossing us back in the medical orphanage, she offered to take us on as permanent patients.   

We visited our doctor last Thursday and I was reminded again how lucky we are. Despite a waiting room full of people we always feel as if we're the only ones she has to see all day. She patiently addresses our grocery list of questions and always recommends an appointment in a month's time to check back in on Frankie's growth and development. And so today we are grateful for kind and exceptional doctors - also known as our big lottery win. 


Ten Month Stats: 
Weight - 16 lbs 3 ounces 
Height - 28.5 inches
Head - 18 inches 

Monday, March 28, 2011

The More To Come Post

Its been a busy week. Actually its been a busy four months and while more restful days are definitely ahead, tonight I feel like my mind is in a million places:

Lingering at the beautiful community meeting we just attended - inspired, humbled, hopeful and more than happy to check cynicism at the door.

Emerging from an onslaught of editing that while appreciated has swindled these last seven days out from under me.

Thinking up new ways to keep gratitude at the forefront of everything: more to come. 

Celebrating the end (oh yes) of renovations at the pier house: more to come.

Dreading the worry and morning goodbyes that lay ahead as I get ready to go back to work: more to come. 

Wondering if I'll ever get get everything done and ever get to bed at a decent time again: no more to come because the answer is, um, probably not. 

Dreaming about sandy toes, salty sea air and sunsets from a sailboat anchored just off shore: so much more to come.




Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Dispatches From Almost Ten Months

In another few months I’ll probably come back to this post, laugh a great big hearty laugh at my mumma-of-an-almost-ten-month-old naivety, but in a way (holding breath) parts of parenting a baby have gotten easier. 

The day your baby is born you go from having no baby none of the time to having a baby (or more – brave people) all of the time. It’s such a huge and important responsibility that it feels like someone should have been popping by with your baby for a few hours at first, then a full day, then an overnight and so on until they’re sure you’re not going to feed it Twinkies or let it watch Maury Povich. 

But they don’t. And when you’re still tired and slow-moving from just having said baby, your little one needs you so much. For love and food and a sense of security and general safe keeping and clean bumedness. 

I’m not saying that those first parenting minutes and hours aren’t wonderful. They are. When Frances was born she was grey. And flopsy. And had a cone head. Objectively, she was not a pretty sight. But as soon as I saw her it was like there was no one else in the room, just me and the world’s most beautiful and perfect baby. I think there may have been a few seconds where she glowed goldish and a choir of angels sang. 

Still it often seems in those early days as if your baby’s needs are inversely proportionate to your knowledge and skills as a parent. Then, each day as you learn a little bit more about how to meet the needs of your wee button, your wee button learns more about, and feels more secure in, the world and so needs you a tiny bit less. 

Our simultaneous learning and independence curves have continued apace. Now at nine and a half months, I can pretty much anticipate what she needs before she needs it and she has become so engaged in and curious about the world around her that she sometimes (sometimes) forgets I’m even here. 

I think no one tells you that it gets easier because they don’t want to assume that you might be finding it hard. Or if you’re that one awful nurse from the hospital who says “oh wait it only gets harder,” when you've finally got your baby to eat after three days, it’s because you have a black soul and sat on a sea cucumber at lunch.

I kept waiting and waiting for the harder but it didn't come. Instead, in what seems like the blink of an eye you’re in such a beautiful stride that you forget there was a time you felt like you didn’t know absolutely everything about that tiny fresh bundle in your arms.


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Rooster Baby


Clearly she sleeps standing on her head.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Odds and Ends


Sippy Cup Master


Rosemary Garlic Sourdough Bread - Baby Approved!


 Most Serious Flower Child

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Supposing There Was A Planet

Supposing I said there was a planet without schools or teachers, where study was unknown, and yet the inhabitants—doing nothing but living and walking about—came to know all things, to carry in their minds the whole of learning; would you not think I was romancing? Well, just this, which seems so fanciful as to be nothing but the invention of a fertile imagination, is a reality. It is the child's way of learning. This is the path he follows. He learns everything without knowing he is learning it, and in doing so he passes little by little from the unconscious to the conscious, treading always in the paths of joy and love. 

Dr. Maria Montessori, MD

We have a Montessori school in town. We’d really like to send Frances there (at least for a few years) and so will work some pre-school and early-school savings into our upcoming budget (my love for making budgets is endless). 

A few months ago there was an open house at Harbourview Montessori and Frances and I popped in – more because it was something to do on a Saturday afternoon than because I’m manically plotting out her education before her first birthday. It was such a neat school! And we learned that she could start (depending on her own inclinations and readiness) when she’s three. There is no junior kindergarten here so it would be a great alternative to day care and at only a slightly higher cost. 

According to the Montessori International School, “Montessori classrooms provide a prepared environment where children are free to respond to their natural drive to work and learn. Children's inherent love of learning is encouraged by giving them opportunities to engage in spontaneous, meaningful activities under the guidance of a trained adult. Through their work, the children develop concentration, motivation, persistence, and discipline”. 

Some of my most favourite Montessori features: (from The Montessori Method): 

The Human Tendencies: The practical application of the Montessori method is based on human tendencies— to explore, move, share with a group, to be independent and make decisions, create order, develop self-control, abstract ideas from experience, use the creative imagination, work hard, repeat, concentrate, and perfect one's efforts. 

Character Education: Opportunities for the valorization of the personality is considered at least as important as academic education. Children are given the opportunity to take care of themselves, each other, and the environment—gardening, cooking, building, moving gracefully, speaking politely, and doing social work in the community. 

Before Frances was born we talked a little bit about Montessori. We’d gone to an Ideas Powered by Passion event and it began with a presentation by grade seven and eight Montessori students who were recently back from a trip to the UN in New York. That’s right – twelve and thirteen year olds practicing diplomacy and learning about global politics in a mock General Assembly with other Montessori students from across the world! 

We’d also talked about some of the Montessori-at-home ideas like using a mattress on the floor instead of a crib. This way when Frances woke up she’d be free to explore her (baby-proofed) room and start to establish her sense of independence. Now that we’ve actually experienced a crawling wiggling energetic nine-month-old (who would be thrilled to establish her sense of independence when she wakes up at two o’clock in the morning) we’ve determined that right now a floor bed isn’t for us and (ugh) purchased another crib. 

This learning experience aside, there are still some really neat Montessori-at-home ideas I’d love to incorporate over the next few years. Our inspiration to build a little kitchen came from a Montessori site/blog called Sew Liberated


This is an official "montessori kitchen" and so probably costs as much as your real kitchen. But any set-up that helps babes learn about the world and care for things will work just as well.


A water station where toddlers can get themselves a drink (when they get thirsty every three minutes) complete with an overflow bowl (aka kitty water dish)


Book corner and book sling. Love.

Most of these things are based on trying to establish (just like the floor bed) an early sense of independence as well as a sense of belonging, routine and responsibility. According to The Montessori Method, “children need a sense of belonging, and they get it by participating fully in the routines of everyday life. Can you find ways for your child to participate in meal preparation, cleaning, gardening, and caring for clothes, shoes, and toys?”


Sweet pea washing fruit at the Montessori International School

I hope this doesn’t sound like a prison camp – its not! Play, like learning, is a natural inclination in children and there is much room for play Montessori.

And as important as any of this equipment is allowing a child to try things on their own (even if they fail a number of times before they succeed) and not interrupting their natural concentration. Since coming across these two simple principles just a few weeks ago I’m so amazed at the number of times I’ve had to stop myself from intervening and doing something for the bug that she can in fact do for herself. Not cook her own meals or anything, but you know, reach something at the bottom of her toy basket or pull herself up to standing. She's quite a clever little one. 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Kitchen Quests and Other Treasures

Yesterday Frances and I headed out to the thrift store to see if we could find something like this: 


To turn into something like this:


Isn't that amazing? We think it will make the best first birthday present. 

You can see the step-by-step repurposing at Giggleberry Creations. There are many many plans online for making your own play kitchen including these homemade models on Oh Dee Doh. My favourite is still the recycled entertainment center - its design allows for all the important kitchen amenities (fridge, sink, stove and window to the outside) and I suspect there are quite a few waiting to be adopted as the world goes flat screen. We didn't find an entertainment centre but also didn't leave empty-handed. We found: 


A pair of blue suede shoes.


A full set of Nature's Children books.


And this sweet little desk.
Though there is still a bit more growing before it fits just right.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Prelude to Buddhism for Mothers of Young Children

Up until a few months ago we were fairly confident in our parenting skills armed with just a couple of What to Expect books – What to Expect when you’re Expecting and What to Expect: the First Year – and the internets. These three resources have been invaluable. They’ve helped us deal triumphantly with the everyday – like teething and first foods and diaper rash. 

Recently, however, I’ve felt like we needed something else. With each day that passes Frances becomes so much more of a little person and less of a wee babe. This emerging transition often leaves me feeling a little bit panicked. In some respects tiny babies become easy – they like to be dry, warm, fed, rested, cuddled and loved. But toddlers? Preschoolers? Children? They need to learn to be kind and to have empathy and to cultivate patience and to reflect and be to grateful. I hope (oh I hope I hope I hope) that as her mumma and pappa we live, or at least strive to live, these values everyday. Because children learn what they live. And because being decent human beings is important. 

But beyond this, beyond what we can teach her by simply being, I want to feel like the rules and the routines and the traditions and the lessons that we chose have a purpose. And that this purpose informs the rules, routines, traditions and lessons we chose in the first place. 

Thankfully there’s an entire industry coveting the pay pal accounts of new parents like me. After looking through what I imagine is but a small slice of the available parenting literature I’ve decided on three: Buddhism for Mothers of Young Children, Calm and Compassionate Children, and Raising Children who Think for Themselves. 

Once they arrived I skimmed through all three and decided to start with Buddhism for Young Mothers. I’m tempted to jump right into how much I adore this book (which is a lot) but should probably finish more than a quarter of it before offering an official review and my undying admiration. And so I’ll finish it and be back to detail all the many reasons it rocks my mother-of-young-child world.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Last Week In Photos


We stood by windows while Rob took nice pictures.


We were all sick for what felt like forever. We've traced the infiltration of the sickness to Frances licking the Home Depot shopping cart. For reals. 



But that didn't stop us from being smiley and mischievous-looking.


We tried on scarves. 


We investigated bags of blocks because anything in something else is very intriguing. 


We got new pots. Usually if a pot boils water I'll keep on using it even though the handle is about to fall off and all its non-stick coating has been scraped away because hey it still boils water. Consequently, I'm feeling pretty spoiled with these fancy new cookers.


We had Sunny and Sammi and Glen over for a really lovely supper on Saturday night. It was nearly impossible to get a picture of the two littles together since Frances really wanted to chew on the camera.


On Sunday we set out for a walk. The weatherman was calling for a high of seven and we ducked outside when it was plus three. Apparently we didn't listen long enough to hear that it was plus seven and WINDY. We decided to swing down and check out the flea market instead of being blown into the harbour and scored this wee lion walker. I was afraid it might go too fast for her but she caught on quick. Now she waddles and waddles until she hits a wall and then waits for us to flip her back around.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Sweet Sweet Sunday

I've decided to give up sweets. Mostly. Six days entirely sweets-free each week culminating in one great big sugarfest on Sunday. I have a huge sweet tooth. An out-of-control eat-family-sized-bags-of-wine-gums-all-by-myself-regularly sweet tooth. 

Today is my second free sweets Sunday. And here's the best part - I don't really want any sweets. I had a handful of swedish fish with breakfast but mostly because I felt obligated. I guess its an effect of this little detox but were they ever sweet!

There have been a few rough days here and there (and one wednesday that I caved for a freshly baked oatmeal raisin cookie) but all in all its been much easier than I was expecting. I eat a lot more fruit and actually make meals when I'm hungry and by myself instead of devouring a whole whole lot of chocolate crackle ice cream. I'm forced to be more creative when it comes to snacking and to plan ahead. 

I'll keep my free sweets day flexible (since supper at Rob's parents without dessert is like chocolate mousse without raspberry coulis) but am feeling excited about my success so far. I'm also expecting some nice thank you cards from my teeth and newly regulated blood sugar. 

Bye Bye Bye

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Splish Splash

Since she was little Frances has loved her bath. Loved. And now I love her bath too. Especially when she doesn't want to sleep and doesn't want to eat and wants to will herself to be an extension of my arms, the bath is our little slice of baby zen. 

She knows when you prop her on the side of the tub to watch the water fill up that good things are coming. Once she's plunked in she searches out her favourite bath toys (a blue penguin, an orange puffer fish and a white pelican) and proceeds to regale them with her day's adventures. After they've heard about the floor fluffs she found to eat and the kitty that keeps eluding her she'll scoop up the face cloth to chew on until an interesting-looking starfish floats by. 

No matter what kind of day we've had the bath promises a half an hour of contentment. A chance to sit back and exhale and watch her splash around full of silliness and joy.




(Photos by Rob) 

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Et Voila

A wall full of all those who preceded the little bean - from our mums and dads and brothers to our grandmas and great grandmas and even a great great great grandma and grandpa on Rob's side. So many beautiful photographs to get lost in. We're both so happy with how it turned out and can't stop peaking at it when we walk by.  






Endless thank yous to all the careful keepers of the pictures.

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