my weirdness, let me show you it

I’m starting calorie restriction. It increases lifespan by 30-50% in mammals. My new ticker over there isn’t quite right for my numbers, but it’ll be enough for me to keep track.

I saw a NOVA segment on it a year or so ago, but being pregnant at the time I decided it was definitely not my thing. Now, I have an (almost) eleven month old baby and no plans to get pregnant any time soon, so bring it on! Except don’t because, you know, I won’t eat any cause I’m on 2/3rds my former calories.

I used to hover at about 130 pounds with no thought at all. I know my body can easily get back to that point, and I’ll hover there again. That would give me a BMI of 18.7, which is just on the edge of underweight. Right now I’m on the other edge, at 23.5ish.

I don’t need to live forever. Just as long as I can to take care of Bede.

(I edited it because it sounded morbid before. I guess it still kind of does.)

Editing again: the ticker code is not working how I’d like, so I took it down.

meltdown

Meltdown: Informal. An emotional breakdown.

Bede had one tonight, and it was a doozy. We were getting ready to leave my parents’ house and he fell apart. Wouldn’t get dressed. Couldn’t tell me what was going on. He did manage to say “I DON’T WANT SHOES!!!” but nothing more specific. He sobbed, he wailed, he flailed, he moaned.

It was exhausting for everyone involved.

He kept scripting from his current favorite alphabet video, “Richard Scarry’s Best ABC Video Ever” “Oops, sorry Miss Honey! T is upside down! Waaah (sob!)” so maybe something was wrong like that. I don’t know.

He cried nearly all the way home. But when we got home, he was fine. He fell asleep about ten minutes later and is sleeping soundly on the futon.

I’m still a bit shaken. Whew.

Have yourself a gloomy little Christmas

I found these dolls looking for “organic doll” on Amazon: Planet Pixies!

They’re cute little Groovy Girl-esque soft dolls, and I was thinking of suggesting them for out of town relations as gifts for the kids. Then I read the description:

All over the planet, Pixies are losing their homes due to pollution, deforestation, and global warming. Now these Pixies need good homes and friends that will care for them and for the environment. Together you & your Pixie can learn about the environment & what you can do to protect it to ensure no more Pixies lose their homes! Planet Pixies are made with all natural and organic cotton. Each adorable Pixie provides information about a specific endangered region of the world from which they’re from, along with tips on what you can do to help.

I get that we need to teach children to be good stewards of the Earth. I’m all for it. But I think the effect of all this crud is going to be DEAF EARS and a strong sense of futility.

Can’t we just have little chemical free pixie dolls without the guilt? Please?

the final crunch

So I’ve been knitting. I can’t say what they are because my kids have been known to read my blog, so yeah, pretty dull there.

I need to finish them up, and today may be the day! I also hope to bake.

Last year we made sugar cookies and decorated them. I think we’ll do that again, it went very well.

The wind is whistling outside, the sky is a uniform grey and it’s a genuinely cold day as well, which we haven’t had many of so far. I confess, I love it.

It reminds me of being small and anticipating Christmas. Everything I despised about school was mitigated in December by the promise of the holidays and the break from classes, and the special things we did in December also broke the monotony of the day-to-day.

Going to religious schools meant that there was no problem with honest-to-goodness religious celebrations, so our month was not watered down into a non-specific non-holiday. The school I attended from 5th through 8th grade fancied itself a little bit progressive, so a multicultural nod was given to pretty much every holiday revolving around the winter solstice. I must say, I think that’s a better way to do it than the common “don’t ask, don’t tell” approach taken in many American public schools these days.

Anyway, I won’t be blogging much but I’ll try to post a few pictures in the next weeks. Also you can catch me on facebook and I’m trying to twitter.

winter dither

Every year I want to have a crafty Advent and Christmas season but I just barely manage to keep my head above water most days. We will make cookies, decorate and deliver them, and I signed the kids up for a holiday card swap, but other than that, hmm.

I was reading other homeschool bloggers and getting envious of their little wintry plans. I think I need to do something with that desire and make it happen, even if it’s only a little thing each week. In fact, that’s best, because then I won’t get too much planned and end up doing none of it due to ennui.

So, this week, decorating the house. Next week, card swap cards. Then, cookies and other baking. And after that it’s Christmas!

I feel much better! Yay!

Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffin’ glue.

My friend Tabitha quit all milk and milk products this week, and she’s had possibly the worst week ever. Tabitha darlin this one’s for you.

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Lloyd Bridges as McCroskey, in Airplane!

mice and hantavirus infection

We have mice, or I should say, we have seen evidence of mouse activity. I am very very anti mouse, mostly because they can kill you. Oklahoma is rich with hantavirus loaded mice as we luck out and are the easternmost state for a few species of mouse and the westernmost state for a few other species. We’re a mouse wonderland.

So, as always, my first thought is to live and let live, only somewhere else. We’ve had success with live traps for rats before. We got a little plastic box thing that was supposed to be mouse proof and humane. I was initially skeptical that it would work at all and I was right – the mice were easily able to defeat the trap by turning it upside down. Mice 1 Humans 0.

Round two, the first of the kill traps. We used a good old fashioned snap trap, baited with peanut butter, and met with some signs of success, but no definite deaths. (We have a sprung, but bloodied, trap. Sorry mouse, I really don’t want you to suffer, but I do need you gone. I know you would kill me if I was threatening your babies.) We’ll keep trying that.

And now, round three, the glue trap. Ugh. I feel like that’s so inhumane but frankly I don’t know what else to do. I check it all the time, and as soon as I discover it has caught a mouse I’ll dispatch it posthaste.

Last resort is poison. I don’t want the kids to get into it, and I don’t want the lovely scent of dead mouse permeating my home. I tend to think the whole “go somewhere else to die” thing is wishful thinking.

If anyone has any really great ideas for me please shout out in the comments. We can’t get a cat, our lease prevents it. Although the landlord might wiggle on that, we’ve been here for years…

PSA: Plymouth Pilgrims, not Boston Puritans

The Pilgrims that sailed on the Mayflower did not wear the stereotypical black accented with buckles.

Pilgrim adults and children wore bright solid colors since their religion did not object to colorful clothing. They had many dyes so that red, green, beige, burgundy, blue, violet, as well as brown and black were worn.

from Pilgrim Clothing.

This blog post brought to you by someone who would be a right stickler if she ever got to make SCA garb again.

I think it’s time to watch Colonial House, haven’t seen it in several years.

yer late fer Mass agin!

An eternal criticism here. Sean and Gilbert went this week, a bit late. Sean and I have to tag-team Mass because we haven’t found anyplace that can work for Bede. I wonder if we will, or if it will just be how we do it until he’s a bit older.

It’s a difficult thing, autism and quiet pursuits. My Church compels me to go to Mass every Sunday and holy day, and I don’t get there very often anymore. I spent the last dozen times we went as a family in the church parking lot, walking laps with an autistic yelly boy and a (heavy) baby in the sling. There was nowhere for us to go. Bede is too big for the cry room* and lasted in the sanctuary for about 3 minutes.

When we went to Latin Mass at St. John Cantius in Chicago it was gloriously noisy. The whole place was packed, on a regular day in Ordinary Time. There were people waiting in line for confession during Mass, and at least two slightly unhappy babies making noise at all times. We fit right in there. Even with an autistic yelly boy, we’d have been just fine.

But here I just don’t know. I talked with my friend about it a while back, and she suggested a certain church in Midwest City, east of here. Apparently the priest there was open to a “special needs Mass.” I think that’s a really great idea, but we need Mass every week, and we’d much rather be welcomed and included, in a non-intrusive way, than given our own special Mass. Another priest at the church we used to attend told us that the earlier Mass was much noisier than the late morning one we had been attending. It would take some work to get everyone happily out the door in time for a 9AM Mass on the other side of town, but we should probably give it a shot.

It’s difficult. Bede has no social filter and not much language, so when he doesn’t like something he is very loud. And when he does like something he’s loud. He needs an adult giving him all the attention to be able to do something like that, to not bolt, or fling hymnals, take off all his clothes etc. That leaves Sean with five other children, one a ten-month-old. Not feasible, really.

I guess we’ll keep waiting.

*For my readers unfamilliar with the term, a cry room is a small room, usually pretty soundproofed, with a view of Mass and an audio speaker so you can hear the priest. It’s intended for parents and kids under about 3-4, I’d say. I haven’t ever been to a Protestant church but I’m told that usually kids too young to sit relatively quietly through the service are in the nursery. Some Catholic churches have nurserys but it’s far from  universal, especially given how many kids Catholics have. It’s certainly not unusual at all to see many, many small children in the church during Mass.

busy, busy

I’ve been so busy! I had several friends encounter trials last week and I was trying in my small way to be a help. Whew. I think today I have a chance to take a breath.

So!

I’m told some of you thought my brief protected post (now gone) was because I’m pregnant. I’M NOT! Besides, don’t you know I am unable to keep any secret like that for longer than it takes to get to the computer from the bathroom. Gee whiz.

I’m working on Christmas knitting. I may get Sean’s sweater done, but I doubt it. However I am finally, after I think 7 tries, delighted with the project as it stands and look forward to knitting it. I kept trying OPP (what are you implying? that means Other People’s Patterns!) but you know me. I am unable to knit anything as written. So once I committed to having to write the whole thing myself, and did it, I am in love.

Gloria says “Mama!” I know that’s not momentous or anything, but she is the first of my many children to say my ‘name’ as her first word. I am besotted. She’s also standing briefly without support, and eating anything she can get her little mitts on.

Trixie is copying anything that Gilbert does, even when it makes no sense. And tells us “No! I NOT BE QUIET! YOU BE QUIET! SHHH!” I think she is the most like me as a child…

Gilbert is between the world of Little and Big. Four is hard on a four year old. His imaginative play and plot development have exploded in the last month or so, but most days he is upset because he feels too big for the littles and too little for the bigs.

Bede is so delightfully flexible these days! Such a change from the boy he was a year ago or so. When things don’t happen like he wants, he either gets upset and gets over it or, and this is huge, thinks of a solution. It is wonderful. We can watch movies as a family on the television now, among other things.

I planned to tell you of the big girls too but Gloria fell down and wants to nurse. Faith and Abby are both well, and I’ll give details later. Ta!

puppy love

Just like our next President, I want a dog.

We kept our neighbor’s Italian Greyhound for the day when we found him on our front porch, shivering, and they weren’t home. His name is Simon, and he’s so sweet and darling. (And fragile, so not the breed for us.) We’re not strangers to dogs – we used to have a Toy Fox Terrier named Gabe. Gabe was my dog when I met Sean, but he never adjusted to the kids. He got weirder and weirder with every added child and now he lives with my parents and their poodle, Monet. We see him at least once a week and he is a much happier little dude over there.

Anyway.

We need someone

  1. friendly
  2. sturdy
  3. healthy

Side benefits that would be nice

  1. minimal stinkage (no hound dogs please, you are cute but you are so smelly)
  2. smart but not utterly obsessed (no border collies *sob*)
  3. easy care coat, washing and brushing only preferred

Of course, all of this is hypothetical since our lease prohibits pets, but we’ll be moving soon. I don’t want a little puppy but I don’t mind an older one, at least 6 months. I think I most want an adult dog though. My first thought is breed rescue then shelter dogs – the only reason those aren’t reversed is because rescue dogs have usually been in a foster home long enough to get a good idea of their temperament.

So what breeds should I look for, in your humble opinions?

tie dye!

Going to do some scrunch dye shirts tonight! I bought a whole bunch of blanks from Dharma Trading Company and I’m pretty excited about it. I have about six colors of dye this time too. Yay!

I’ll post pictures when I’m done, of course.

Stop Jenny!

Found via Autism Vox: http://stopjenny.com

Good luck with that. I think she’s unstoppable. She bugs me with how she makes life with autism seem to be a fate worse than death. It’s not.

It’s actually quite good.

ETA: In the interest of full disclosure I’ll remind my readers that we delay and selectively vaccinate.

FURTHER EDIT: And Bede was diagnosed as autistic at age 4 and had received no vaccinations.

bulleted

A list of tasks

  • install battery backup/surge protector for router and modem
  • which requires some dusting and decluttering
  • wash dishes
  • talk on phone for at least an hour to Tabitha
  • flip sofa cover
  • help Faith bind off her hat she knit
  • fold the laundry and put it up
  • dinner?
  • for that matter, lunch?
  • attempt to fix broken DVD player
  • give up in disgust
  • get other DVD player that has no remote
  • petulantly crumple up directions to universal remote
  • shove entire mess in Sean’s lap when he gets home

What was that book…?

I read the What was that book? community at Livejournal. Anyone can post what they remember of a book they can’t remember the title of, and anyone can post what book they think it is. It’s the sort of thing the Internet excells at, you know? There’s an unspoken informal competition going on to be the first to correctly identify a book*, and I’ve had several where I knew the book instantly but was not the first to post, consarn it.

But today I got my first FOUND!

Yay me!

It’s the little things that make a day, you know.

*Having worked in a bookstore really gives one an edge, but mine is dulled by the intervening years – I haven’t kept up with genres I don’t habitually read.

coffee update

In my extensive coffee research (that is to say, what you guys said combined with one Google search) I have learned that you can buy green coffee beans, that Episcopalians like fancy coffee, and that Walmart has fair trade coffee. Here’s some background on that, and here’s the actuality. These guys are against it because they say Walmart is evil.

Me?

Walmart here we come. And if it stinks then we’ll try the other suggestions.