I was recently made aware (through the Home School Legal Defense Association) of a bill that has already unanimously passed the Delaware Senate (on June 19th of this year) that may lead to dangerous new ground for parents.
Senate Bill 234 redefines the legal term "physical injury" as it applies to child abuse to also include the word "pain." This redefinition would make spanking a child in Delaware a crime punishable by imprisonment.
I have gotten lots and lots of comments about how healthy we are. And I started to think that it's important to raise healthy children. I am doing so many things differently from my parents that I thought I might blog about it. We are FAR from the perfect examples, and I know we have a far way to go. I hope this doesn't come off as "I am more righteous", but I do have a true passion for raising healthy children.
I grew up on a LOT of processed foods and we do occasionally give them to my children out of convenience but couple it with fruits and vegetables. We very rarely ate fruits and vegetables growing up because of the cost. We also were not enrolled in sports because of the time with four children and the cost, my parents just couldn't figure it out. So, I understand there are confounding factors. The thing is to find what works for YOU and your family.
This past Valentines' Day we found out that we are expecting our second child- a little girl! We are really excited and feel that the 3 and 1/2 year age difference between her and our son will work really well for our little family. Jaime has been potty trained for over a year, and been in his own toddler bed for 2 years. Since we heard the heartbeat, we have been explaining what's happening to Jaime. He went with us to the ultrasound, and the tech was very patient in explaining all the body parts to him. He got to see his sister Beatriz kicking around, and was excited to show our housemates the ultrasound pictures.
Last month we bought a crib and set it up in his room. We wanted to start introducing the baby's things into his space early, to ease him in to sharing the (small) space. He helped re-organize his toys to make space for her changing table, and seemed happy to help out (he LOVES to be a little "helper").
Every time I go to the doctor he asks if the baby will come home outside of my belly, and he's impatient for her to be born. He gives my belly hugs and kisses goodnight, and likes to feel the baby kick. This is all fine and good, and I'm glad he seems to genuinely understand that a baby is coming. But I'm worried that the reality of a needy little baby, taking all of mommy's attention, will be hard for him.
We've been considering fostering and adoption for the past year, I think even before we started any fertility treatments. We wanted to do the treatments first. I don't feel that makes us selfish, it was just the logical next step. Over a year later and still no baby with the possibility of never having one, we haven't forgotten about fostering...
Something told me to look at our state's CYFD website late last week. I used to occasionally check the status of some of the children, but I put the idea out of my head to focus on the treatments... Until I saw that our county was having an orientation on fostering/adoption. We saw no harm in getting more information even if it's something we wouldn't immediately do.
I took a First Response this morning at 5 AM, after about 6 hours of sleep. It showed a very light line in the time frame. I think it may even be lighter than the one the night before. Then at 10 AM, I took a dollar store test and it showed a faint positive within the time frame. Which is good, since it was taking 30 minutes or more to show up the day before. Good sign right? I am just nervous because they are so light, but I have no idea how far along I would be. I called my Dr. and they said they will have me come in on the 26th to "see what's going on." I didn't just call and say "I'm pregnant," because then they'd have me wait at least four weeks. I called and told them about my miscarriage and I think I am pregnant because I am getting light positives. I was hoping to get in today for bloodwork, but no. :(
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Do you formula feed your baby, as a supplement or as a full diet? Have you ever heard someone call it poison? Don't worry. Take a deep breath; you aren't alone. Statistically speaking, it's not gonna hurt your baby. Read on!
Recently I was hanging around at a breastfeeding event. I had a copy of Defining Your Own Success and an SNS stashed in my bag, just in case a low supply mom showed up. The room was full of doulas, midwives, and others from the natural birth crowd. Lots of crunchy mamas and supportive others. Well, on day one there was some drama and people started slinging the word "poison" around with regard to the formula. They said it so casually, but with such vehemence. They had such looks of disgust and derision on their faces. They used the word formula in the same tone of voice you'd use to describe dog feces.
We were bored today. After so much time being spent at the lake, a day inside at home can get to be long. But we needed a break from the hot sun. It was in the 90's today. So hot, hot, hot! Anyhow, you can only clean so much. I found a project to do. We have not done handprints since 2009 so that is what we did.
These (in the pic) still need to dry and have a clear coat put on.
For this project (and it will give you a lot of dough like what you see above) you will need:
How are those mental images coming? Depictions of courtrooms & custody battles, screaming fights on the phone hoping the kids don't hear, ripping hair out while going over finances and unpaid child-support, children picking favorites based on which parent lets them get away with what, evil stepmothers & abusive stepfathers...
Since my husband left I've centrifuge of emotions, leaving me dizzy, concentrated, and isolated. Relief, excitement, guilt, fear, anger. It's hard to be an optimist when all the plans for the time until death do you part suddenly vanish. I felt as though I woke up in 2006 before I was dating my husband and had to get back on with my life from way back then, except with 2 toddlers, thousands of dollars in debt, impending bills, overstuffed emotional baggage, and some stretchmarks in tow.