Tuesday, May 13, 2014
A Basket of Books - Taming My Children's Book Hoard
Monday, May 12, 2014
April Book Reviews 19-22
I just didn't read that much in April and to be honest I'm not reading much this month either. To say I'm a little stressed/overwhelmed by the trip would be an understatement...I guess it is going to be a busy end of the year as I try to catch up. Here is my last months measly offering.
Thirty Girls - Susan Minot
You'd have to be living under a rock to have not heard about the 276 girls kidnapped in Nigeria. That or maybe listening to the wrong news stations. Which to be true is most of them. I've read a lot about news stations not picking up the story until way too late and even now when I go to CNN.com I notice that the story has been pushed to the side by the Michael Sam kiss. People/news station get a life. Kissing is not serious news. Thankfully NPR has kept me up to date. They reported when the girls first were stolen. Then they reported the girls were being reported safe and back home. Then they reported that was a lie and the girls were still missing, kidnapped and hidden in the jungle by Boko Haram. It is a nightmare, and if you have any curiosity about what that nightmare might entail Susan Minot lays it out for you pretty clearly in her book Thirty Girls. I actually heard Susan speaking about her book on NPR a few months ago. Susan Minot was a travel writer who at a dinner party some years ago heard this outrageous story about a bunch of Uganda girls that had been kidnapped from their school and taken into the jungle by the Lord's Resistance Army. A nun at the school almost immediately went after them with all the money she could gather. When she found the camp they were being held at she talked with the commander and he agreed to let most of the girls go but insisted that he be allowed to keep thirty girls of his choosing. It was heartbreaking but the nun agreed to the terms, being forced to leave behind thirty girls in exchange for the 109 she was
The Mirk and the Midnight Hour - Jane Nickerson
I actually kind of loved this book. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it because it was totally predictable (at least the who was going to end up with who part) and at the end Nickerson almost ruined the story by throwing in some weird voodoo magic aspect (it was awful and totally unnecessary), but I actually loved most of the characters (that includes the crazy cat lady) and I loved the story line. Spoiler alert, Southern girl finds and cares for a wounded Northern boy during the Civil War. Besides the weird hoodoo voodoo stuff at the almost end of the book it was great, at least if you teen Romeo/Juliet type romances like I do :)
Friday Brown - Vikki Wakefield
I don't know if this makes me a weirdo, but I always enjoy starting a book and realizing a few chapters in that it isn't about an American. It's like a nice little extra gift, oh look a little insight into another country. Friday Brown is that kind of gift. Friday Brown is on the run. She's been travelling Australia all her life with her mother but after her mother passes from breast cancer she takes off from the home of a grandfather she's just met. She ends up being taken in by a group of misfit runaways. Each is damaged in their own way. Silence the boy who finds her was left mute after a particularly bad beating by his father. The kids keep an eye on each other and work cooperatively for survival. Arden is their leader and keeps them in place with both the love they desperately desire and the fear they became used to at home. After things in town get a little dicey Arden takes the family out into the outback. A trip that splinters the group and one that not everyone survives. This is a nice coming of age runaway book. Definitely YA but I'd say more geared toward the more mature. There are definitely adult situations happening here.
Thirty Girls - Susan Minot
You'd have to be living under a rock to have not heard about the 276 girls kidnapped in Nigeria. That or maybe listening to the wrong news stations. Which to be true is most of them. I've read a lot about news stations not picking up the story until way too late and even now when I go to CNN.com I notice that the story has been pushed to the side by the Michael Sam kiss. People/news station get a life. Kissing is not serious news. Thankfully NPR has kept me up to date. They reported when the girls first were stolen. Then they reported the girls were being reported safe and back home. Then they reported that was a lie and the girls were still missing, kidnapped and hidden in the jungle by Boko Haram. It is a nightmare, and if you have any curiosity about what that nightmare might entail Susan Minot lays it out for you pretty clearly in her book Thirty Girls. I actually heard Susan speaking about her book on NPR a few months ago. Susan Minot was a travel writer who at a dinner party some years ago heard this outrageous story about a bunch of Uganda girls that had been kidnapped from their school and taken into the jungle by the Lord's Resistance Army. A nun at the school almost immediately went after them with all the money she could gather. When she found the camp they were being held at she talked with the commander and he agreed to let most of the girls go but insisted that he be allowed to keep thirty girls of his choosing. It was heartbreaking but the nun agreed to the terms, being forced to leave behind thirty girls in exchange for the 109 she wasallowed to leave with. Minot asked the storyteller where she had heard this story since Minot had not heard a word about it previously. Sound familiar anyone? The storyteller told her that her daughter was one of the girls still being held. The story captivated Minot and she decided to take a break from her work and write a news based article. She traveled to Uganda, interviewed everyone she could and wrote a fully report about the situation hoping that it would garner world outrage and support for the parents still trying to get their daughters back. No one cared. She then wrote the story into a fictional novel but kept it very true to the actual story hoping that at least that way she could reach a broader audience and make people feel something about this situation. I was really touched by her interview and the story she told of the girls who were finally all released, escaped, or died after ten years. I would recommend anyone who is interested in what is happening in Nigeria, what happened in Uganda, what happens all over the world in poor areas where parents are helpless to protect their children against armed men who would take them and use them up that they listen to her NPR interview. It was amazingly insightful.
Now for the book. A lot of the story stays true to the actual tale. That was what I wanted to read. I wanted to know how the girls survived and most importantly how they finally came to escape. I'm not going to say I enjoyed it because these were horribly difficult things that happened to these girls. They were taken as sex slaves. The LRA claimed they were marrying them but there is really no other word for it. They were abused, starved, beaten, raped, they were shot, forced to commit acts of violence to survived, and they were tortured. These are not pretty things but I felt that their stories and their escapes their attempts to heal themselves, those things needed to be heard and understood. The part I didn't appreciate in the book was the writer that Susan writes into the story, the almost 40 something insecure woman having an affair with a much younger man. I just didn't care about her at all. I didn't want to know anything about her. Minot claims she wrote that part of the story to give you a break from some of the things happening to the girls but I just thought everything about Jane, the writer's love life, was a misery not worth reading. Prayers for those girls in Nigeria and all the other children around the world being exploited. Hopefully we can stay angry, we can stay vigilant, and we can convince governments that they have no greater duty then to get these girls back and keeping children safe!
Sycamore Row- John Grisham
I have always loved JG but the last few years I feel like when I read John Grisham I'm disappointed. This story was actually fine. I liked it. The characters all sort of felt like some of his played out characatures but I enjoyed the story or at least getting to the center of the mystery of why a rich old white man in the deep south would completely write his entire family out of his will and leave everything to his black maid. Let me give you a hint, it isn't sex. If you like John Grisham, you'll probably like this. If you've never read a John Grisham, don't start with this. While I have no real complaints this is no Pelican Brief. Start there!
Now for the book. A lot of the story stays true to the actual tale. That was what I wanted to read. I wanted to know how the girls survived and most importantly how they finally came to escape. I'm not going to say I enjoyed it because these were horribly difficult things that happened to these girls. They were taken as sex slaves. The LRA claimed they were marrying them but there is really no other word for it. They were abused, starved, beaten, raped, they were shot, forced to commit acts of violence to survived, and they were tortured. These are not pretty things but I felt that their stories and their escapes their attempts to heal themselves, those things needed to be heard and understood. The part I didn't appreciate in the book was the writer that Susan writes into the story, the almost 40 something insecure woman having an affair with a much younger man. I just didn't care about her at all. I didn't want to know anything about her. Minot claims she wrote that part of the story to give you a break from some of the things happening to the girls but I just thought everything about Jane, the writer's love life, was a misery not worth reading. Prayers for those girls in Nigeria and all the other children around the world being exploited. Hopefully we can stay angry, we can stay vigilant, and we can convince governments that they have no greater duty then to get these girls back and keeping children safe!
Sycamore Row- John Grisham
I have always loved JG but the last few years I feel like when I read John Grisham I'm disappointed. This story was actually fine. I liked it. The characters all sort of felt like some of his played out characatures but I enjoyed the story or at least getting to the center of the mystery of why a rich old white man in the deep south would completely write his entire family out of his will and leave everything to his black maid. Let me give you a hint, it isn't sex. If you like John Grisham, you'll probably like this. If you've never read a John Grisham, don't start with this. While I have no real complaints this is no Pelican Brief. Start there!The Mirk and the Midnight Hour - Jane Nickerson
I actually kind of loved this book. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it because it was totally predictable (at least the who was going to end up with who part) and at the end Nickerson almost ruined the story by throwing in some weird voodoo magic aspect (it was awful and totally unnecessary), but I actually loved most of the characters (that includes the crazy cat lady) and I loved the story line. Spoiler alert, Southern girl finds and cares for a wounded Northern boy during the Civil War. Besides the weird hoodoo voodoo stuff at the almost end of the book it was great, at least if you teen Romeo/Juliet type romances like I do :)Friday Brown - Vikki Wakefield
I don't know if this makes me a weirdo, but I always enjoy starting a book and realizing a few chapters in that it isn't about an American. It's like a nice little extra gift, oh look a little insight into another country. Friday Brown is that kind of gift. Friday Brown is on the run. She's been travelling Australia all her life with her mother but after her mother passes from breast cancer she takes off from the home of a grandfather she's just met. She ends up being taken in by a group of misfit runaways. Each is damaged in their own way. Silence the boy who finds her was left mute after a particularly bad beating by his father. The kids keep an eye on each other and work cooperatively for survival. Arden is their leader and keeps them in place with both the love they desperately desire and the fear they became used to at home. After things in town get a little dicey Arden takes the family out into the outback. A trip that splinters the group and one that not everyone survives. This is a nice coming of age runaway book. Definitely YA but I'd say more geared toward the more mature. There are definitely adult situations happening here.
Monday, May 5, 2014
A Week of First
It was a week of first in our house. For the first time in almost nine years of being a parent I had to call poison control. Can you guess which child prompted this call? Tiny tornado strikes again. I was standing right next to her when she made this gagging noise and started to spit. I looked down and she'd somehow gotten her hands on a tube of super glue stuff. Apparently she'd bitten into and her incisor had punctured a hole. I grabbed the tube and tossed it in the trash then frantically started rinsing her mouth out and her hands off. Then I called my pediatrician to ask their advice. They directed me to poison control. Just so you know my pediatrician has their number memorized. They told me to make sure could swallow. Since she could they advised me to just keep an eye on her and put my glue up higher...thanks guys. Wish I could introduce you to the tornado.
Another first this week, first secret hair cut. I feel lucky to report that only Snowball was harmed. What a relief! I feel very morally superior that none of my kids have ever chopped their or anyone elses hair...I'd hate to lose that distinction ;-). When questioned as to why she did this Peach informed me Snowball was "just too hot!" She was very unhappy to be discovered and to not be allowed to complete the job.
Our final first, this week Gigi started riding her bike without training wheels. Last year when we first bought that bike she hated it. She thought it was too high and unstable so we put training wheels on. As the summer went on she became a speed demon. Dr. J and I both thought it was probably time to take her training wheels off but some how we just never got around to it. Then the bike got put in the shed for the winter. This year we were hesitant to start with the training wheels off. I don't know why we were worried. She almost immediately asked for us to remove them. For whatever reason we just didn't get around to it and then this last week she's had enough. Her and Captain E busted the training wheels off and she was gone. She road all over, including up hills, off the curb and into the grass. She is loving her new independence. Yes we are lazy parents. I don't know why it took me so long to get her started on this!
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Best Mom Dress for $15
I'm not a Fashionista, in fact my hubby likes to joke I spend 2/3 of my day in my gym clothes, 1/3 in jeans, and 1/3 in pajamas. Do you like the math on that. In general my uniform is jeans and a t-shirt, except Sunday when I'm in a dress for church. In the summer things get harder. When I was a kid I used to run around in short shorts and tank tops but now I'm a mom. Now I cover a lot more of my body, mainly because I have a lot more underwear and a lot more of myself to cover. Jeans become almost unbearable in the humidity of the midwest. A few summers ago I started wearing longer skirts and I love them. They look a little nicer than jeans and they keep me a heck of a lot cooler. I've really been enjoying them but the last year or so I've really started to want a maxi dress. If wearing a skirt and shirt is cooler than wearing pants and a shirt than wearing just one solid long piece of clothing has got to be cooler than having to wear two. The problem is it has been nearly impossible for me to find a maxi dress that has sleeves, wasn't cut super low, and didn't cost an arm and a leg. Then this week I was walking through Walmart trying to find a few more pencil pouches for my quiet books and I walked by this dress. Then I walked back. I rarely shop at Walmart for anything and certainly never for clothes but I couldn't help but pull two of these off the shelf and bring them home. They were $15 a piece and they were perfect! Ok I'm not a huge fan of the rope belt, but I figure I can replace them with a belt I already own or not wear a belt at all.
Here are all the things I love of about this dress:
- It is long. I'm 5'7" and it is the perfect length for me. I was playing on the floor with my girls today and no underwear showed. I also love where it hits when I'm standing. It might not be so great for shorter ladies.
- It is light
- It has sleeves.
- It isn't super low.
- It has buttons on the front (if I'm ever nursing again I could totally nurse in this thing).
- It is super comfy. I felt like I was wearing pajamas today. I may never wear anything else again.
- It is very forgiving. I imagine I can still wear this if I manage to lose some more weight, using a tighter more structured belt, or even if I was to get pregnant again.
- It comes in two solid colors (red and black) and three stripped colors (gray/blue, tan/white, black/white).
- It comes in size small, med, large, xl, and xxl.
- Oh and yeah it is $15.
I love this dress. I now own the black and white one and the gray and blue one. I probably will wear them every day this summer! Does this mean I'm going to start shopping at Walmart for my clothing, probably not, but I'm going to enjoy these two dresses, especially since two of them cost me less than one would have anywhere else. If you happen to be in Walmart looking for school supplies this summer it is totally worth checking out or find it here online.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Lip/Tongue Tied and Nursing
I had a EUREKA moment yesterday almost five years to late. A friend of my sister and mine had a baby two weeks ago. Yesterday she took him in to see if he was tongue tied. He was and they immediately sent her to a pediatric dentist to have his lip and tongue frenum (the skin that connects the lip to the gums and the little piece that connects the tongue to the bottom of your mouth) snipped. It made me think about my own lip frenum which I had to have snipped when I was a teen before they put the braces on to close the gap between my fromt teeth and my niece's that got ripped last year when she fell and hit her face. I was sitting next to Peach on the couch and I asked her if I could look in her mouth. Sure enough she has a class four just like me. Then last night our friend posted this A Step-By-Step Guide to Diagnosing Tongue/Lip ties. I was up at one thanks to call and the fact that I find it nearly impossible to sleep when my husband is not in the bed next to me. I clicked on the link, read through it and had my moment.
You see five years ago when I had my darling baby Peach my milk didn't come in fully for two weeks. It was horrible. Here I was having my third kid, I'd easily breast fed two previous children and I figured this one would be cake, but for two weeks my milk just was not there. I took her in to the lactation office ever day. They'd watch me nurse. They'd weigh her and her diapers. They made a million and one suggestions. We tried everything. During this time we had to supplement her with a bottle because we learned our lesson with Captain E. Better not to starve your child if you can. I'd nurse her first and then offer her a bottle which she almost always took. Finally after two weeks the supply was in and I put all the bottles away but even though we'd spent so much time with the consultants her latch always felt wrong. Always. There was not a time in the next 21 months or so of her nursing that wasn't painful and that after she finished my nipples didn't ache. Twenty-one months they hurt! But for 21 months I persevered on. I think it was due to the fact that I'm partially a hippy wearing, breast feeding, midwife loving, hippie following girl and partially because breastfeeding was so hard for us to get to I never wanted to take a second for granted. That being said I always recognized something had to be lousy about her latch because of the persistent pain of the whole thing. Since the lactation consultants didn't have a way for me to change it though I just continued on the best I could. Those two years you could find me rubbing or icing my boobs a lot.
I realize now after reading the guide that her bad latch, the time it took for my milk to come in, and the almost two years of pain may very well have been the fault of that super low strong frenum I passed on to her. Genetics at it's not best here people. Wish I would have known to check that five years ago. I would have had it clipped then rather than having to have it done some time in the next ten years by her orthodontist.
I realize now after reading the guide that her bad latch, the time it took for my milk to come in, and the almost two years of pain may very well have been the fault of that super low strong frenum I passed on to her. Genetics at it's not best here people. Wish I would have known to check that five years ago. I would have had it clipped then rather than having to have it done some time in the next ten years by her orthodontist.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Removing a pea from a toddler nose - at home ER
Now before I start this post I want to point out that while my husband is almost done with his third year of medical residency in Med/Peds and is a licensed physician, I am just a stay at home mom writing about an experience that we had at home. This is not medical advice and if anyone should chose to use this information they do so at their own risk.
Yesterday evening we had peas with our dinner. It was a safe choices because every child in my family loves peas. It started a year or so ago when Dr. J instituted the "lets see who can eat the biggest bite of peas challenge". I think Captain E holds the record with 55 peas, which actually is a huge spoonful of them. Try it out if you don't believe me. We had two competitions of this and ever since the kids just can't get enough of them. So yesterday we were just all eating when I looked over at Cheetah and noticed that she kept touching her nose and that she had part of a pea hanging on her face right underneath it. "Come here girl," I said as I pulled her toward me. I sat her on the table and looked up her nose. Sure enough I could just see the green of a pea stuck up inside her right nostril. "J," I said, "she's got a pea up there."
"No problem," he tells me. He comes around to her side of the table, puts a finger on the left side of her nose (the side the pea isn't on) to block off her left nostril, puts his mouth completely over her mouth creating a seal and gives a mighty blow. The pea just flies out right into his hand completely intact. The whole family cheers. Cheetah makes a funny face and jumps into my arms for a second, not really in pain or fear but in confusion over what just happened. Then she gives us all a big smile and starts to laugh.
"That was amazing," I say, "where the heck did you learn that?"
"An ER doc showed me that. Had the mom do it right there in the exam room and we were able to send the kid home."
So there you go. Crisis averted. No shoving the pea up higher, breaking it apart, or scratching her nose attempting to get it out using tweezers. No ER trip. No 150 copay. Sometimes it is nice to have a doctor in the house :)
Yesterday evening we had peas with our dinner. It was a safe choices because every child in my family loves peas. It started a year or so ago when Dr. J instituted the "lets see who can eat the biggest bite of peas challenge". I think Captain E holds the record with 55 peas, which actually is a huge spoonful of them. Try it out if you don't believe me. We had two competitions of this and ever since the kids just can't get enough of them. So yesterday we were just all eating when I looked over at Cheetah and noticed that she kept touching her nose and that she had part of a pea hanging on her face right underneath it. "Come here girl," I said as I pulled her toward me. I sat her on the table and looked up her nose. Sure enough I could just see the green of a pea stuck up inside her right nostril. "J," I said, "she's got a pea up there."
"No problem," he tells me. He comes around to her side of the table, puts a finger on the left side of her nose (the side the pea isn't on) to block off her left nostril, puts his mouth completely over her mouth creating a seal and gives a mighty blow. The pea just flies out right into his hand completely intact. The whole family cheers. Cheetah makes a funny face and jumps into my arms for a second, not really in pain or fear but in confusion over what just happened. Then she gives us all a big smile and starts to laugh.
"That was amazing," I say, "where the heck did you learn that?"
"An ER doc showed me that. Had the mom do it right there in the exam room and we were able to send the kid home."
So there you go. Crisis averted. No shoving the pea up higher, breaking it apart, or scratching her nose attempting to get it out using tweezers. No ER trip. No 150 copay. Sometimes it is nice to have a doctor in the house :)
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Choices
I have two new books on my kindle. The first one starts, "We live with ghosts. We live with thugs, dodgers, punkers, needle ladies, pork knuckle. We live where there's no place else to go."
Book two, "There are too many bodies," I said under my breath. "Of course there are," Laney called from the other side of the wall.
Which to choose, which to choose.
Book two, "There are too many bodies," I said under my breath. "Of course there are," Laney called from the other side of the wall.
Which to choose, which to choose.
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