one of those dreaded questions and a nice rant

“Mommy, how does that baby get out of your belly?”

“Um… the doctor does it.”

“But how?”

“Um.. I push the baby out and the doctor helps me.”

“Oh! Okay. Neat.”
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This morning we are off to the girls’ school for parent-teacher conferences. I always get really nervous before stuff like this. Performance anxiety or something, I guess. I hope it goes well - its always fascinating to hear about what your kids are like when you are not around.
I’m a little concerned about Grace, who doesn’t seem to know her letters very well and cannot write her name at all. (Ellie could at this age. And, yes, I know I’m not supposed to compare them.)  She’s so stinking independent too - she won’t let me help her and she won’t trace her name because she wants to do it all by herself. So I’m not sure how I can teach her. Maybe her teacher has some ideas.
Speaking on schooling, we’re sending Ellie to public school next year. And if one more person looks surprised and says something like, “Wow! Really? You’re going to give that a try?” I may have to hit them. We are in one of the best school districts in the entire freaking country. (Seriously!) I hardly think we are risking her future by not homeschooling or sending her to the private school down the street that costs $15,000 a year.
Sheesh.

forgot to write about this

When I had those 4 girls, ages 4, 3, 2 & 1, I received comments wherever  I went. Crossing the street after Bible Study two people rolled down their windows and said something like, “Wow! You’ve got your hands full, Mom!” At the park, people were staring at me and a few made similar comments.

I found this highly annoying. Even if these kids were all mine, why did everyone who saw me with them feel compelled to make some sort of comment? I would never make a comment like that to a stranger! I would certainly never roll down my car window because I felt so compelled to make a comment on someone’s family. I just found this weird.

lets open up a can of worms here…

A blog that I read semi-regularly had an interesting post today on spanking. She wanted to know “Were you spanked growing up? Does it affect how you discipline as a parent? And if you’re a spanker, please tell me why it works for you.” I’ve actually thought about posting about spanking before, but shied away because of the controversy.  But here goes.

I was spanked growing up. I don’t really remember it, though. My parents did not just spank - we had time-outs, lost tv privileges, had last night’s dinner served to us at breakfast when we refused to eat and, later, got grounded. (I think I was grounded throughout most of high school.)   I don’t think that my being spanked or not as a child had much to do with how I discipline my children. (My husband was spanked growing up as well).

When we had our first, I was still unsure about spanking. How could I ever to this sweet, innocent little baby? Simply unimagineable. Then she learned to crawl. And stuck her hand in the oven. And burned all of her fingers on her right hand. I realized that I needed a firmer form of discipline simply to protect her.
So we started telling her “No.” And if she disobeyed, she got a swat on her hand. Which she did NOT like. And it worked. She began to obey. Soon, we rarely had to swat her hand because she responded so well. We would tell her no and she would look longingly at the vcr which she was trying to stick her hand in. We would say, “Do you need discipline to help you obey?” And she would obey. We didn’t start spanking her on her bottom until she was around 18 months old. And that was just as effective. (We did the same thing with Little Sis).
Now, we use spanking with both the girls (age 3 & 2). But it is rarely needed. Big Sister is spanked probably once a week. Little Sister, probably once a day, since her hobby is putting her life in danger. (She was spanked yesterday for jumping up and down in the bathtub. After I told her to stop.)

Some stipulations:
1. We never spank in public. This includes spanking in front of other people in our home. The purpose is to correct the behavior, not to humiliate them. Even if its just me and the two girls at home, if they need discipline they get it separately and in the privacy of their own room with the door shut. 
2. We never spank when we are angry. This is hard. It continually amazes me how someone so small can make me so. incredibly. angry. If I am losing my cool, then they get a time-out in their beds. And so do I. Spanking is not a way to vent my frustration on my kids. Despite the temptation. Especially at 4am. When you’ve been woken up for the 5th time. For no apparent reason except your daughter’s personal entertainment. (I’m sure I’ve slipped on this one or two times….)
3. We have a routine. I take them into their rooms and they sit in my lap. I ask them what they did: “What did Mommy tell you?” “Not to touch the stove.” “Did you obey?” “No.” “So you need two disciplines.” (2 spanks) Then, they get cuddled and we talk about what happened, what they could have done differently. Sometimes we pray. They always apologize and they’re always forgiven. We give kisses and hugs and then they jump down and go back to playing. Its over and we move on.
4. Except in rare cases (like when they put their lives in danger), they get a warning before they are spanked.
5. We don’t always use spanking. Time-outs are more common. Losing privileges has started. (If there is fighting over the tv (”Dora!” “No! Blues Clues!” scream!!), it goes off for the rest of the day.) It varies from situation to situation, child to child.

 Its hard to spank - I’ve cried while doing it. Particularly when they are getting spanked for doing something dangerous and I’m so upset at the thought of what could have happened. (Like the day Big Sis ran into the street and missed being hit by a pick-up truck by inches. Inches.) But I am convinced that - if done well - spanking is an effective and important form of discipline.
The problem, of course, is that people are morons. People beat their kids. There is a lot of suppressed rage in people these days - exhibit a: road rage. And its sad. I don’t think spanking should be banned, since I know so many parents who use it well. But, it breaks my heart to think of people taking things out of their children.
We know a family who adopted from overseas and are not permitted to spank the child (they did spank their other 3). And they’ve shared how without spanking, it is much more difficult to control behavioral issues and to discourage disobedience. Interesting observation.

I’m sure there are people out there who think I’m a monster for spanking my kids and deserve to be thrown in jail.  Fine.  I remain convinced that this is a respectable form of discipline. I cling to Hebrews 12:11 - No discipline is pleasant at the time, but painful.  Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.

size 8 is not fat

Okay. I don’t normally explore my strange fascination with celebrity gossip on my blog. But I’ve been watching all the Golden Globe/Red Carpet recaps this past week and something is really bugging me:

Kate Winslet is not fat. Every time some C-List fashion commentator mentioned her, they said something like, “This is such a great dress for her body type.” or “I just love how she is so proud of her body and refuses to conform to the Hollywood standard.” Okay. First off, look at her. She’s totally gorgeous. Secondly, she is maybe a size 8. She is not some fat cow rolling down the red carpet in a muumuu. She is a gorgeous, healthy looking woman! (which is more than I can say for some celebrities, not to name names.) Ugh. And people wonder why half the junior high girls in the country are throwing up their lunches in the school bathrooms……

“i’ll take ‘duh’ for $200 please, alex.”

The American Academy of Pediatrics recently came out with a groundbreaking report on the importance of play in child development. (Here’s a one-page summary.)

Apparently (now this may surprise you) but the typical packed schedule full of activities, rigorously academic preschools and having no free time to simply play is causing stress and depression even in young children.

“Among the specific guidelines, the report suggests:

  • Emphasizing the benefits of “true toys”, such as blocks and dolls, in which children use their imagination fully over passive toys that require limited imagination;
  • Supporting an appropriately challenging academic schedule for each child with a balance of extracurricular activities. This should be based on each child’s unique needs and not on competitive community standards or need to gain college admissions;
  • Helping parents evaluate claims by marketers and advertisers about products or interventions designed to produce “super-children;”
  • Encouraging parents to understand that each young person does not need to excel in multiple areas to be considered successful or prepared to compete in the real world;
  • Suggesting families choose childcare and early education programs that meet children’s social and emotional developmental needs as well as academic preparedness.”

So, basically, parents should stop trying to raise “super-babies” and go back to the basics of letting kids be kids.  FINALLY! I’m doing something right :-) That’s what I’ve been arguing forever. Kids don’t need to be doing ballet, soccer, swimming, gymnastics, horseback riding & french lessons at the age of 4. It is just not necessary! I will officially stop feeling guilty that I am not raising little over-achieving Baby Einstein robotchildren.

some pictures from iraq

here are pictures that my cousin sent from Iraq. She’s a nurse. 

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Pray for Angie!

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