Author Archives: kristen

Hark, the Sound

Wish I were on Franklin Street celebrating tonight. Congratulations, Tar Heels! And congratulations to Reba, who won the TCL annual pool, and continued the girls’ winning streak.

Finally!

The AAP is now recommending keeping your toddler rear facing in the car for at least two years.

I’ve tooted my horn about this before. I’ve heard many parents say this looks uncomfortable to them, but kids get used to sitting with their feet curled up against the seat, they rarely sit “normally” in a seat at age one anyway.

Covert Urban Gardening

Guerrilla Gardening sounds like a lot of fun. Anyone local in? I still think we need to put a rooftop garden at RMC.

Charlotte’s Web

Just finished reading Charlotte’s Web with Kate. Reading old favorites aloud to my children is one part of parenting I have so looked forward to and it did not disappoint. She has done very well comprehending the story, asking good questions, and even asking me about new words. I love how she keeps asking until she understands the meaning of things, and isn’t satisfied until she gets there.

Anyhow, when Charlotte died, Kate was truly sorrowful and cried out, “Oh Charlotte! Momma, she had to die alone? Poor, poor Charlotte. Wilbur must be so sad. Charlotte was his FRIEND.” After we finished the last chapter, Kate asked me why Fern stopped going to the barn cellar. When I managed to get something across, she replied, “I hope I will always love animals, and I hope I am friends with a spider, even if it will make me so so sad when the spider dies, because spiders do not live long. But maybe I will get to be friends with her baby spider children, too. Yes, I would like to be friends with a spider like Charlotte.”

Seriously, warm happy mom fuzzies out the wazoo. I tried to hold out on chapter books until Lexi could participate some, and she was able to sit with us and sort of listen, but it was certainly not the same. I know I am behind on book reviews, I’ll get there soon, if y’all are even interested in hearing what I think about what I’m reading at all.

6th Annual TCL NCAA Tournament Pool

Amber, Ellen and I have each won and Dawn has bested us all twice. That’s right, five years and not one male victor. Will female wiles triumph again?

I have tried to get ESPN Tournament Challenge to work for me at least 6 times over the last 24 hours on two computers to no avail, and I don’t have the time to keep messing with it. So, this year’s pool will be hosted on facebook. Yes, it’s an app you have to install, I hate those too. You can delete it once the tournament is over!

http://apps.facebook.com/thebracketchallenge/?page=pool&id=320279

Best of luck to all prognosticators and Go Tar Heels!

The Case Against Breastfeeding?

Moms all over the internet are chattering about Hanna Rosin’s Atlantic article “The Case Against Breastfeeding” and after a few days of thinking it over, here’s some of my musings.

.1. The most significant problem to me isn’t breastfeeding itself, but the mommy culture of competition and venomous judgment. Taking good things (breastfeeding, organic food, natural toys, whatever) and making them a barometer for deciding who is and who isn’t a good mother turns the good things toxic. What we need most is to be for one another, and encourage one another. Parenting is full of choices, and we don’t all have to make the same ones. Even if we agree something is an ideal, we all fall short of the ideal in many ways, and we have to extend grace to one another and ourselves.

.2. The scientific argument that Rosin makes wasn’t that compelling to me as I followed her rabbit trails. So, breastfeeding doesn’t prevent childhood obesity. That wasn’t my primary reason for breastfeeding anyway. The study she cites of the sibling pairs is much more nuanced than she makes it out to be. As breastfeeding is the natural choice (“human milk for human babies”) isn’t the burden of proof on formula and not breastmilk?

.3. Breastfeeding for many women is difficult, especially in the early weeks. My first month with Kate was full of stress and tears. But once we got over that hump, it was a wonderful experience. Perhaps the struggle at the onset is so that new moms stop and rest and take care of themselves, we’ll never know, but it helped me to appreciate the gift of breastfeeding and not to take it for granted. Nursing did forge an amazing bond between the children and me. In all my busy-ness and bustle, I appreciated the reminder to stop and enjoy my baby, and breastfeeding was a regular way to do that. It was a sacrifice at times, but so are many parts of parenting, it comes with the territory. Maybe I have a hard time identifying with Rosin because nursing itself was never ever an overwhelming burden to me, nor did it feel like just another duty. Perhaps it’s those endorphins, but breastfeeding calmed and centered me and now that it’s over, I miss it.

.4. I do appreciate her thoughts on part-time breastfeeding. A lot of breastfeeding advocates are very afraid of supplementing with formula, as we have all known mothers for whom supplementing was a slippery slope of diminished milk supply. But we have also all known mothers for whom supplementation works just fine! As mothers’ milk production varies widely, what works for one, may not for another. Thus part-time breastfeeding might not be the “best practice” in the sense that for those with tenuous supply issues it might be harmful, but it’s certainly not a bad idea in and of itself.

.5. If breastfeeding itself after a good college try is causing a mother to be extremely stressed out and not enjoy her child, I would be the first to say to lay down the idol and pick up the bottle. It’s not worth that. All things being equal (without extenuating health problems, etc.) I found breastfeeding to be much simpler and less time consuming than all the steps necessary to make a bottle and feed the baby that way. So I was flummoxed by her arguments about breastfeeding not being free, as a mothers’ time is worth a lot, etc.

.6. Is breastfeeding really to blame for employers not being supportive of working moms pumping? Let’s place the blame squarely where it belongs, with the government, employers and society’s views of breastfeeding in general.

Love in the Ruins by Walker Percy

Love in the Ruins is a novel set in an apocalypse caused by the overindulgence of modernity. From today’s perspective it is in one sense quaintly antiquated and in another deadly accurate in its grasp of the human condition. I really like Percy, but this wasn’t my favorite novel of his. CK recommended I read The Last Gentleman before this one, but I received LitR as a gift and it called out from the shelf and I neglected her wise advice. I think this novel is best read by Percy lovers further into his canon than I am. (7.5/10)

Sharing the Love

I love making stuff, so the first five people to respond to this post (from here or on facebook) will get something made by me.

This offer does have some restrictions so please read carefully:
– I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
– What I create will be just for YOU.
– It will be done this year (2009).
– It will be something made in the real world and not something over the internet.
– It might be a mix CD, a knitted scarf, a quilted potholder, poem, baked goods, an original photograph, a poem or a photograph of a poem about baked goods and quilted potholders…who knows! There are other things it might be too, but I promise whatever it is, it will be made for YOU and with YOU in mind!

In return, all you need to do is post this on your blog or facebook and make 5 things for 5 other people.

Void where prohibited, use only as directed, for a limited time only, store in a cool dry place. Let’s keep it going!

Tweets of the Week

+ Got a resume earlier from someone wanting a summer photography internship. I guess I am flattered! 2:16 PM Feb 23rd from web
+ @iwestminster I would prefer “green” or simple burial. No embalming. Pine box. 9:53 AM Feb 24th from web
+ Remembering my sinfulness and mortality… Also reflecting on Rite I, it’s been a while old friend! 11:28 AM Feb 25th from TwitterFon
+ Never a dull moment 4,573: Lexi just locked Kate and I out for five minutes, during which time she had an accident. 1:09 PM Feb 26th from web
+ Found the girls some gently used nightgowns today. They are so delighted with them. 7:27 PM Feb 27th from web
+ Just posted a newborn preview on my blog: http://tr.im/kspblog Now to prep for brunch and eat a truffle to celebrate tweet #500. 11:13 PM Feb 27th from web
+ Everyone’s headed home from book club and brunch, we had a great time discussing My Antonia. Next month, Mrs. Dalloway! 1:44 PM Feb 28th from web
+ Just left grocery. Pretty empty. Does no one know about the snow or have they realized the folly of buying milk and bread at such times? 5:43 PM Feb 28th from TwitterFon
+ I tweet, but I don’t text. At all. My phone doesn’t get them right, and I have never fixed it. 11:18 PM Feb 28th from web

Finished Twilight Series

I had a sliver of hope that Meyer would finish the Twilight Series in a way that it would be redeemed for me. Breaking Dawn, if anything, was more “eh” than the other books. At least I found out what happened (3/10.)

A Hymn for Lent

“Not all the blood of beasts on Jewish altars slain
Could give the guilty conscience peace or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name and richer blood than they.

My faith would lay its hand on that dear head of Thine,
While, like a penitent, I stand, and there confess my sin.

My soul looks back to see the burdens thou didst bear
When hanging on the cursed tree; and know my guilt was there.

Believing, we rejoice to see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice and sing his bleeding love.”
–Isaac Watts

This is the first Lenten hymn I am going to work on with the girls. I used to sing this to them as a lullaby. The tune I am familiar with (Leonard Payton’s) is very sweet and soothing, and remembering those sentimental moments makes me smile. We’ll start another, one we actually sing in church, in a few weeks.

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday ranks in my top three favorite liturgies in the Christian year. It’s the closest we come to Yom Kippur, a day of repentance. In protestantism, we feast often and fast little, which is good and right for a community defined by forgiveness and grace. But without an understanding of why we need forgiveness, grace is cheapened. Ash Wednesday reminds us of our sinfulness and frailty, of our need for Christ.

Historically, the ashes were for those who were especially sinful, a shaming tool for those who needed to be extra-penitent. To me, receiving the ashes is to say, “I have grieved God with my sin, I have a need for repentance” standing among sinners with humility and equality, knowing that our belonging to Christ has nothing to do with our merit. And when we do, we make those ashes a sign not of shame, but of community. Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return. When you do, I hope that you see beauty in the ashes, and a place for you beneath the cross of Jesus.