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2016 Election outcome...

If you blame Facebook, diversify your friends. 
If you blame your information, diversify your sources. 
If you think we are “going to be alright,” you’re wrong and you’re out of touch. America is NOT looking great right now.
If you are trying to justify Trump’s legitimacy, you are misinformed or, like him, you have no interest in informing yourself. 

We live in a society where it is so easy to be in touch with people who have different experiences/views than us. Take advantage of that. Get to know your neighbor. 
I got reprimanded on social media for asking people to educate themselves. I won’t apologize for wanting my neighbor to read a newspaper or speak to someone who lives a different life. That’s what makes America great: the melting pot of this “great unfinished symphony.” Don’t shut yourself off from information because a world view benefits us all. 

Reach out to that "opposing candidate" supporter in your life and link arms. We ARE in this together…but we have to WORK together. I’m discouraged by the stories I’ve read online about harassment (both physical and verbal) of minorities from young, white male Trump supporters. But I’m not hopeless. I know some of them, and they aren’t all like this. I’m just hoping they will step up and denounce that kind of behavior. 

Reach out to your LGBTQ friend. Tell them you’re thinking about them. Ask them if they feel safe (chances are they don’t right now). Ask them if they feel loved (again, chances are…). Tell them they are safe with you. They are loved with you. Tell them you are listening.

Reach out to your POC friends. Tell them you’re thinking about them. Ask them if they feel safe (chances are, no). Ask them if they feel loved (see before). Tell them they are safe with you. Tell them they are loved by you. Tell them you are listening.

Reach out to the women in your life. Tell them you’re thinking of them. Ask if they feel safe (chances are…). Ask them if they feel valued (chances are….). Tell them they are safe with you. Tell them you love them and value them. Tell them you are listening.

Now. Go do something nice for someone…maybe someone you DON’T know. 

Sexual Assault, and Donald Trump

When Donald Trump describes sexual assault, he's talking about my friends. When you defend him, you're defending rape culture. When you excuse his words with "but 50 Shades of Grey" you are re-traumatizing the women in your life who have suffered. You are setting us back. Not just women, ALL OF US. PLEASE think about your words. Facebook is a place where it's easy to be flippant...don't do it. I love you all, and I still have hope and faith in my friends and family to do the right thing. We are better than this. <3 span="">Love and peace.

Raising Up Women

Parenting with my husband has not always been easy. We disagree on techniques quite frequently. He has never spanked one of our three children (though he has threatened to). I have spanked...but I tend to do groundings and time-outs because they have a bigger impact with my kids. I am loud. He is quiet. I have been known to fly off the handle...he is cool and calm and collected. 

We have rubbed off on one another. I've been reforming my parenting style since becoming a parent. Truth is, we were raised in two very different households. It didn't take me very long to realize that everything I love about this man is probably a direct result of his upbringing (hence my reformation). 

The minute we found out that we were expecting our oldest (who's now almost 9), we were thrilled. We'd battled unexplained infertility and had won. I'll never forget the moment they told us "it's a girl!" The smile on his face could not be erased. The impact that smile had on my life is one that I didn't even see coming. That ear-to-ear smile wasn't just a reaction to hearing we were having a healthy baby...but a man's reaction to hearing that we would be raising a daughter. 

You see, JB was raised by amazing women (and men) surrounded by girls. Three girl cousins and a sister made a tremendous impact on this man. After a four year battle with infertility, we found out we were having another girl. I remember friends and family asking me how Jay felt about it. I remember someone making a comment "well, maybe the third will be a boy." That type of attitude, no matter how flippant and innocently intended is the very institution that I've been trying to wipe from the face of this planet for my daughters. Why? Why would a man be any less of a man for raising daughters? Why does a man "need a son?" We don't live in a world where society is in threat of extinction. There is no biological argument for "carrying on a lineage." Carrying on their name? That happens with any child born to a man. Because here's the thing: you can name your daughter or son WHATEVER YOU WANT (relative to objection by your spouse, of course...but still...). Why do we feel the need to defend our right to have only daughters. Not only our right...but our JOY to raise women. 

Then, came the news that we were expecting again. Even more-so than with the first or second pregnancy...I was fielding inappropriate interrogations by everyone I was in contact with; grocery store clerks, nurses, doctors, relatives, friends, acquaintances. Again, Jay confided in me that he didn't understand why people cared about the sex of our baby. As long as the babe was healthy and I was too, he did not care. 

I wish that my husband was the type of man to brag about his parenting skills. But because he's not...(yet another trait of this man that I adore) I will. He parents without prejudice. Any time one of the girls says "i can't." He says "of course you can." Any time he hears a child say "that's a boy color/toy/game." He says "there's no such thing." Any time he sees our children being praised for their physical attributes (because they ARE beautiful), he makes a point to tell them "You're smart. You're kind. You have a fair shot." 

This man, who's raising three daughters knows how to treat women. Yesterday...oh yesterday...tapes were released where a certain presidential candidate discussed sexual assault and his entitlement to women's bodies...because he's a star, and can therefore do whatever he wants. This type of talk is not a new thing from this person. What's troubling is that people don't seem to care...or even worse, are defending this person and his comments. I can't. JB can't. The implication is too much. When Donald Trump speaks about women, he's speaking about my daughters. 

When men debate the rights of women's bodies, women lose. WOMEN should be leading these discussions. Because when women aren't leading, they're objectified. They're treated as property. They lose their rights. They lose their voice. They lose their chance to say "no." What woman can prosper or grow in that environment? What woman can reach her true potential if she is merely thought of as a vessel of sexual pleasure for men? NONE. The answer is NOT ONE WOMAN CAN. 

In the wake of this tape being released...men stepped up everywhere to denounce him. At the same time, men everywhere stepped up to defend his comments. My man....can I tell you what MY man said?  "You know both of us were too young to have ever voted for or actually supported Bill Clinton. An affair (no matter how many) is not equivalent to advocating/bragging about sexual assault. Not even close. Almost two decades later, shouldn't we hold ourselves to a higher standard when it comes to protecting the women in our lives from attitudes like this?"

And then: "Will Melania advise Trump? Should we scrutinize everything she has ever done to see how well she would advise her presidential spouse. No, of course not. The only reason people make that argument is a refusal to believe a woman can run things... which at the core outlines the underlying sexism in this country that has a major party presidential candidate being able to say he sexually assaults women and have people defend him. He's not going to drop out. We're either going to elect the first woman president or elect someone who unequivocally believes that women (our wives, sisters, daughters, nieces, mothers, grandmothers and friends...) are worth less than we are."

Men, take note. Men who love women speak like this. Not only do they speak like this, they ACT like this. Girls everywhere, look for people like this. I cannot stress enough...your life will be better if you surround yourself with people who truly believe that you are valued. I've been proud of him many times...but I can't put into words the pride I feel every time I read his words. How lucky are my girls? 
Link to Fran Lebowitz' Elle Interview in which she states that she'd "rather be approached with a hand grenade" than see a man in shorts. 

I can't even.

 http://www.elle.com/fashion/personal-style/interviews/a27447/fran-lebowitz-style-interview/

Things I've done while babywearing

I'm a fan. I like almost all of the ones I've tried. My go-to, the Ergo has lasted me through two children...but to be honest, I've even used it for piggy-backing my (then) 4 year old around. So, all three have been in it. Here's a list of the things I've done while wearing my baby (or child): 

  • Grocery shopped
  • Washed dishes
  • Cooked breakfast
  • Cooked lunch
  • Cooked dinner
  • Cooked anything
  • Loaded/unloaded the dishwasher
  • Picked up legos off of the floor
  • Used a public restroom (ew)
  • Spent the day at Disneyland
  • Breastfed while walking...through Disneyland
  • Built Santa's workshop out of Legos 
  • Built many things out of legos
  • Carried a screaming toddler out of a birthday party 
  • Unloaded the car full of children/groceries/shopping bags
  • Worn #2 while pregnant with #3 up and down the neighborhood's "death hill" to take #1 to school
  • Successfully transferred from carrier to crib a delightful sleeping babe
  • Put up the Christmas tree
  • Decorated the Christmas tree

...pretty much, all of it. All the things. Including...writing this post. While wearing a baby. 

Things my toddler says...that make me laugh.

And maybe also make me a terrible person? 


"chicks" = chips

"Fish dicks" = Fish sticks

"pee cool" = preschool

"cock corn" = Popcorn

"painkting" = painting

"anal" = oatmeal 

Whoa.

So, a LOT has happened since I last updated. I'm going to attempt to go back and catalog everything month-by-month to play catch-up. Because THIS is ridiculous. I have this space to document our daily lives and I've missed doing that. I've gotten lazy and complacent due to the ease of limited-character blurbs and social media and Insta-pics. No. More. 

Giving a quick update: 

Posy Jane has made her appearance. That's right, we had another baby. Because love is beautiful and families are wonderful and if you're lucky enough, a beautiful love will result in a bigger and more beautiful family. She's four weeks old today, and a precious addition to our lives. 

Easter 2014

Posy Jane, one week old

June 2013

June is the anniversary of my birth. I know, your favorite month. :D 

I hit the big 31 this year. I was lucky enough to celebrate with my birthday buddy, Luke (who turned one). My cake maybe looked a little bit like a torch compared to his, but hey...I'm lucky enough to see another year and another candle on that cake, so I can't complain! Thanks to Agata and Casey for the cake and dinner! 

June = birthdays, hammock time, park trips, beach trips and Disney days.

Scout had her last day of school at Chalk. It was very bittersweet. The teachers thought we had another week left, and when I told them that we were leaving this week, they burst into tears. Their hearts were broken, but I know we'll see them again when Sloane starts school after her 2nd birthday. We also had our friend Cashel over for a playdate and the kiddos set up an adorable lemonade stand in front of the house. They made some serious cash! I think the cute factor came into play...they were pretty hard to refuse. 

We saw the Super Moon this month! 

We had a beach playdate with our neighbors from Academy Dr. in Austin. I miss them so much. They honestly, were the best neighbors and I'm so glad they have become dear friends. Greg and Laura used to live in Venice/Huntington Beach when they first met, so bringing their kids here was something special for them. 

Then, the next day, the girls and I headed home to ATx to visit family and attend Jay's cousin's wedding on the 4th of July. After arriving and spending a day or so with family, I took a girl's trip to Houston with Esmy and Laura for our (almost) annual NKOTB concert. We shacked up with Tessa and Jeff and enjoyed a night of silliness to the tune of NKOTB, 98 Degrees and Boys to Men. 



9 months (April 2013)

A recap. 

The end of March and beginning of April 2013: 
Spring has sprung in the neighbordhood. The rose bushes are glorious and the loquat trees are heavy with their fruit. We were obsessed with the House Finch who hatched her eggs on our front porch, and the daddy bird who brought them fresh worms each morning. 

Sloane has began saying "Mama." Or more accurately..."mamamamamamama."  She was nine months old on April 12th. She's standing more and more and I can't keep her away from the dining room chairs. Or the toy piano. Or the couch. 

Scout was big into rollerskating and fashion. She was just over five years old. She enjoyed her "Spring Break" from Chalk Preschool and hung out with our neighbor's grand-daughter who was visiting from the Bay Area. We picked up our enrollment packet for Kindergarten, and practiced walking to the school. Scout is so excited to start school and talks about it constantly. Jay and Scout have been reading C.S. Lewis  books and are starting Prince Caspian. 

Jay and the girls enjoyed Saturday/Sunday morning walks to Starbucks...down the hill and back up with breakfast in-tow for a spoiled Mama who got to sleep in on such occasions.  Though it worried me a little (that Jay was going to hurt himself pushing both girls up that Mar Vista hill), I totally appreciated the effort and the joy that it brought all of them. Jay celebrated his favorite holiday....Record Store Day on 4/20/13. He's found a new record shop on the West side, Touch Vinyl and frequents it often. 

My mom (Marmee) paid us a visit for the weekend. While Jay shopped for records, we shopped for a scooter for Sloane and found her a Minnie Mouse "Go-Go," a toy she immediately fell in love with. We drove the girls to Laguna Beach for a beach picnic. It was a little on the chilly side, but that didn't stop us from playing in the beautiful, blue ocean. Scout got her hair cut and we got in a date night before mom had to head back to Tx. 





8 months.

On Monday, my little blue-eyed baby turned 8 months old. Hard to believe that we are SO close to her first birthday. She sits up tall and reaches for things to pull herself up to standing. She throws toys off of her highchair and looks for them on the ground. When her sister can be heard in the other room, she looks for her around the corner. She scoots, army crawls, and wiggles to get herself where she wants to be...in addition to her rolling. She only has two teeth, but is working on the top two. Her hair is thick and can now hold a clip for a little while. She naps twice a day (usually), takes one bottle at night (but is still mostly breastfed), eats three square meals (fruit/cereal, fruit/veg, meat/veg/fruit), and enjoys a baby Mum-Mum once or twice a day. She weighs around 18 pounds (still a little bean). She can say "ma-ma" and prefers to say "da-da." She gives "kisses" on demand and laughs hysterically when tickled or teased. I love spending my days with her and her sister, and am feeling especially lucky to live in this moment that is "her first year."

Tanzania Glenn sends us songs from Africa

Yesterday morning, we woke up to a wonderful message from Glenn (my father-in-law, who's a Peace Corps Volunteer living in Tanzania, Africa). He'd been telling us over the Christmas break that he'd been spending some time writing songs while he's away. He uploaded some of them, and I have to say, they've been stuck in my head since listening to them. Specifically this really, really, really lovely song about his grandkids. There's so much love in my kid's lives. They are some of the luckiest people on the planet.

Write something

So I have this file in my computer called "Write Something." It's where I go when I want to write fearlessly. It's where my most personal thoughts go and become something that isn't mine anymore; that is, they become relatable.

I'm writing today because I need to write. It reminds me that I'm able to be my own person. That I can share something with you guys and maybe it becomes relatable to you. I feel relevant. I feel like I have a place in this crazy word world. 

 I've been in such a great routine. The girls are sleeping well. Behaviors are predictable. Most things come with ease (as much as can be granted with an 8 month old and a five year old). But inside, I've got this sense of urgency to live. To be uber-present. I take pictures so that I'll remember every little life moment. My instagram feed blows up with 11 pictures a day, but that's nothing compared to what's stored on my phone/computer/camera. I want to go outside and lay in the grass and connect with the earth...to get "grounded" literally...to chase my oldest and carry my youngest everywhere we go. 

I feel like a butterfly coming out of the cocoon. Maybe it's because Spring has sprung here in SoCal. Maybe it's because I'm finally coming out of the fog of Sloane's newborn-ness. Maybe it's because we are on the verge of BIG new things with Scout. Maybe it's because I'm at the beginning of a new decade and a new stage in my (parenting) life. 

Whatever it is, I'm embracing it, hoping for the best, and working towards that goal. What's new with you? 


Five years.

Seriously? One day, your birthday will maybe not come as a complete and utter shock to me. Okay, maybe not. This year, you've grown in so many ways.

We moved into a new house a few months after your 4th birthday. Here, in this house that we call home, you've learned to ride a bike (with training wheels). You've learned to put yourself to sleep. You've learned to ride a scooter. You're learning to roller skate. You helped your dad build a video game console in the garage. You love to play like you are riding your bike to Whole Foods to get snacks for us. You helped us decorate for Christmas this year. You wrote a "welcome home sister" sign to hang in our hallway.

You started preschool this year. You have flourished in your time there. You are such a sweet friend and I've never heard anything but praise about your interactions with other kiddos there. You're readying yourself for Kindergarten. You can write almost anything. You're starting to read...sounding out words and recognizing simple ones. It blows our minds when you read words to us.

You are able to do simple life-skill tasks for yourself. You are pretty self-reliable in the bathroom, though you still need help with washing your hair. You can brush your teeth, go potty, and wash your body without much help. You can put a clip or headband in your hair, though you still prefer to have wild, crazy and free hair.

You're quite the fashionista. You know how to put outfits together, and sometimes it's difficult to talk you into a more practical choice so we let you get away with pairing mismatched patterns, fancy dresses with cowgirl boots, and sometimes weather-defying outfits. We love your style. Sometimes, you pick our outfits...and help us become "stylish." You are the first to point out someone's fashion. 

You love to swim....you're in your fifth month of swim lessons. You took your first "survival test" this summer. I was eight or nine months pregnant when you tested. It was slightly terrifying for me. I couldn't believe your ear-to-ear grin after your coach picked you up and threw you in the deep end (!) of the Olympic-size pool...in your clothes and shoes. You went under, and came up and immediately went into your "back-float"....with the biggest smile on your face. Your teacher and all the other coaches in the pool started cheering for you. Your coach jumped in and together, you guys swam to the edge of the pool and had a good time jumping off of the diving platforms. Now you are working on your streamline, and your favorite move is "monkey-airplane-rocket." 

You started ballet (again). We tried last year, but you were SO painfully shy. However, since we moved to Mar Vista, we drive past a dance school every day on our way home from Preschool. At first, I asked if you'd like to try again. You quickly answered with a "no!" But then, as time went by, you started talking about it more and more. Finally, a few weeks ago, you asked us to take you there for a dance class. We tried it and you LOVED it. You stayed in the classroom for the whole hour. You loved everything about it. You played, but you paid attention and learned a lot during the first class. You can't wait to go back. 

Happy birthday, baby girl. (You hate when I call you "Baby." But I do it, regardless...because I kind of love when you say "Mooooom. I'm not a BABY!") 




6 months.

Sitting practice on the morning of your 1/2 birthday

Peas- you love them, despite the silly face

Waving goodbye to Texas (1/3/13)


5 things about babies that are the best

that thing where they smear cereal/food in their eyebrows or hair

that thing where they are so sleepy, and lay their head on your shoulder

that thing where they look at you and you can tell they are trying to say something, but they can't speak yet, and all that comes out is "nananananananana...nana?"

thumb sucking (it's still gross to me, but whatevs...it's pretty stinkin' adorable)

the look they give you when you give them a new food...like "seriously, with this?"




in response

My child is five months old. But I can't write about that because I feel the need to say something else. 

If you bring up the massacre of children in front of my child, I will ask you to stop talking. I want my child to be nervous on her first day of Kindergarten because she's nervous about Kindergarten...NOT because she's worried someone might come into her school and shoot her (I can't believe that is a possibility and I even have to type/say that). Please don't talk about this in front of small children. PLEASE. 

If you have guns in your home, I'll ask you to lock them up or remove them before I'm comfortable bringing my children there. Sorry, that's my way of adjusting to the new normal.  

If you think the answer to violence with guns is MORE guns, I'm making more than mental notes this time. 

If you feel the need to post thoughtless videos/pictures/comments on "ways to stop massacres"....I will remove traces of our friendship (online, in person, whatever...wherever). 

If you think that your right to guns is more important than my child's right to live, I've got a problem with you. 

If you think that it was God's will that led to children being murdered, you're delusional. 

If you think that prayer in school would stop murderers from busting in and killing people, sadly, you're wrong. On that note, also, if you think there isn't prayer in school, you're wrong and need to look at the REAL issues in our schools: EDUCATION. 

In a perfect world, there would be no need for guns. But since we live in a world where they do exist and bad people exist and bad things happen to good people who need to be defended....there is a need for guns. There needs to be laws and regulations and rules for those guns to exist in our society. Take a class. Do a practical exam. Give character statements. Meet certain health requirements. Do it all again in five years. Have a criminal record? No gun for you. Meet all the requirements? Own a gun? LOCK IT UP. 

In the words of my GENIUS husband: "I really, really, REALLY love soccer. But if people started using soccer balls to kill people? I'd be the first to start advocating regulation or banning of soccer balls. Nobody's life is less important than my right to own a gun." 

I've heard several people say that "Guns aren't the issue. If he hadn't used guns, he would've used bombs." If guns aren't the issue...then mental health is. Let's all agree that there is a discussion that needs to happen there. Over the decades, there have been improvements in the ethical treatment of those with mental illness...let's not overlook those, but let's do better. If a person is struggling with a psychotic disorder, say something. Let's get systems in place to protect sick people as well as their potential victims. Let's get a treatment plan together that works. But also, for the record, I'm anti-bomb as well. 

If I seem angry, you're right. I am. I'm angry because I know there will come a day in my child's life when she asks me "why?" And I'm angry that I'll have to EXPLAIN school shootings. I'm angry that on my child's first day of public school...I'm going to be worried about her safety. I'm ANGRY that this isn't the first time a person used a gun to kill children in a school and there's nothing being done about it. 

Friday, I was sad. So sad that I curled up in a ball and wept until I fell asleep. I couldn't look at an adult without wanting to hug and sob on their shoulder. Saturday I was in shock. I didn't want to believe that Friday happened. I ignored the television, the internet, and the newspapers...until I tucked in my kids. Then I read the children's names. I felt sadness again. Today, I woke up angry. I signed petitions. I type with fervor, urgency, and the need to see things done. My hope lies in Monday. 


Scoutings

Oh, my Scout. You're my little laugh-a-minute. 

Last week, we were visiting Texas. I took you and your aunt Allie and cousin Maddie, and of course Sloane to eat at the Salt Lick. Some good 'ol fashioned BBQ before we returned to the land of Baja. We enjoyed a nice meal and then piled back in the car, full of smokey and savory meat, cobbler, cole slaw, and sweet tea. 

Sloane sat in the middle carseat, while you were behind the driver, and Maddie was on the other side. Your sister was having a rare moment where she felt like screaming in the car...the entire way home. So, you went about your Big Sister duties. You tried singing (because it usually works). You tried laughing (hoping that she'd catch on and laugh, too). You tried crying (hoping to "outcry" the baby). You tried giving her a lovey. You tried a pacifier. I think at one point you even offered your own hand for her to chew on (her very favorite thing ever). 

When none of these things worked, you gave up and decided that she was just going to cry for a minute. I turned back and saw you holding her pacifier. You said "it's not working!" I told you that it was fine, that sometimes babies just cry for no reason other than to cry or that we couldn't fix the problem right then. 

The next thing I know, you were laughing...and a in a mischievous voice I heard: "I'm using her slobber to paint her face like an Indian!" 

I'm not sure your sister appreciated it at the moment...but this story will make her smile in years to come. Like, a lot of years. 

Fourth month






You've entered your fourth month. Everything is a dream. You've started rolling. I was showing you off to my sweet friends over Thanksgiving break. I told them you were rolling from back to tummy but then getting so frustrated because you couldn't figure out what to do next. As soon as I put you down on their blanket...you rolled....back to front and front to back and back to front and front to back...straight off the blanket. You're a nut! 

As soon as we get a handle on you and your ability....you throw us for a loop! It seems like every milestone is at an inclinate pace (but you are right on track). You're working on sitting up by yourself. You prefer sitting in the bumbo chair. You think your sister is hilarious. You can focus on things across the room. This morning, I took you on an emergency trip to Whole Foods (out of diapers) and as soon as I opened the back hatch to get your stroller out, you saw my face and started giggling. It's hard not to break eye contact with you when you do things like that. Your smile is contagious. You are starting to warm up to strangers. Up until a few weeks ago, you were not impressed with other's attempts at getting you to smile. You are very stoic that way. Now, you'll smile at the waiter, the cashier, Scout's teachers, other kids, animals, etc.

You met more of your extended family this month. We went to Austin for the Thanksgiving holiday and to see your Bepaw who returned from Tanzania to spend time with his four grandchildren (two of which are new to him). You were quite surprised by the familiarity in his face and the difference in his voice. But then, you charmed him with your smile. He admitted to us that if the two grandkids had been on their way before he left, he would have had a hard time making his commitment to the Peace Corp a reality. We are glad, however, that he has had this opportunity. We are so proud of him and all that he's doing. It goes to show that you should never give up on dreams...no matter how "out of the norm" and difficult they may seem. I hope that you will learn that from him and other people in your life.

You also met two sets of your great-grandparents. You are one lucky and loved little lady. You received your Texas state seal baby rattle (a family heirloom item that all the babies have on my side of the family) and your knitted-by-hand Christmas stocking with your name on it (something everyone has on Jay's side of the family).

You have found your toes. You love reaching for them every chance you get. You've managed to get them in your mouth a few times, but still prefer your thumb. I thought I'd never encourage a thumb sucker, by the way. But funny...it has nothing to do with wether I've encouraged it or not. You were born sucking your hand (actually have ultrasound photos of you doing this in-utero) and you will be a thumb-sucker, regardless of all the times we offer you a pacifier.

I can't wait for this next month. You will meet more of your extended family as we travel to Texas.  I can't wait to share your first Christmas. I can't wait for you to try new things (food! sitting up! starting to crawl!). You are truly amazing babe.

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