21 Drafts

I have 21 drafts right now. 21 unfinished posts of ideas that get fragmented throughout the days. My only drawback is that Siri doesn’t sync nicely to my WordPress App. I have drafts on parenting, politics, and run of the day things. But today, I’m not going to update any. Instead, I’m going to give you pictures of Levi running around Council Crest.

Today was an absolutely beautiful day in Portland. Cool, clear, crisp with a light wind. I drove back home from the chiropractor’s office and all three mountains were clear. It wasn’t safe to take pictures with my phone while driving around the I-5 curves, so Levi and I visited the park after Peter left for work. Here’s what it looked like.

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A Day in the Life of….

We went to Hopworks for dinner tonight. Yum.

The Basic Burger & Fries

The Basic Burger & Fries

Levi enjoying his fries

Levi enjoying his fries

I went for a walk at work. I discovered a new sculpture in a park I’d never been.

Lunchtime Exploring

Lunchtime Exploring

Peter bought a big wrench.

Levi & The Big Wrench

Levi & The Big Wrench

We discovered Walgreen’s has a car charger.

Walgreen's Goes Electric

Walgreen's Goes Electric

Walgreen's Goes Electric

Walgreen's Goes Electric

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Picky Eaters

Eat what’s on your plate.”

“Don’t take more than you can eat.”

“If you don’t finish it now, you will have it for your before-bedtime snack.”

“No, I will not make a special meal for you.”

This is just a snapshot of the phrases my husband and I heard from our parents, growing up. There was no option, ever, of special meals. If we didn’t meter our food intake properly, it was saved for the next meal. For my husband that included soggy breakfast cereal! We ate with our families and we didn’t get up before anyone was done.

Last night, our friends invited us over for dinner. Levi and their son played well together. Mostly, they played with trains and Magna Tiles. As dinner time approached, I said we should go. Their son, the always generous and amiable kiddo, invited us over for dinner. Mom reiterated the invitation, sweetening the deal by asking me if I had anything planned. We agreed, and extended our visit. I warned my friend not to be insulted no matter what Levi decided to eat. Why? Because we are going through a picky eater phase.

I can’t believe I am the mother of a picky eater. My mother would never have stood for the level of tolerances my husband and I showcase. We are usually really good about eating dinners together, but we’ve gotten lax since my husband got off the apprenticeship program.

Our friends served a simple dinner of cheese and chicken ravioli in pesto with a green salad and green beans. We topped our salads with an Italian or Ranch dressing, dried cherries, and slivered toasted almonds. My kind of meal. We kept the kids’ raviloi plain, without sauce.

How much of this yumminess did Levi eat? None. He ate 5 dried cherries. That was all. One of his favorite foods are noodles and cheese, so you would think a noodle stuffed with cheese would be the next best thing – but no.

Luckily, some fellow moms are going through the same thing. And one mom shared her strict rules of her house. And, luckily, my husband and I are both absolutely tired of this picky eater phase. My fear is that Levi will continue this pickiness into adult hood like one of my cousins did.

So, the rules are thus, from here on out. First, it should be noted, we are not starving our kiddo and he sleeps, well, through the night. If your kiddo doesn’t sleep through the night, I am not sure I’d encourage this. We are confident his other needs are being met and that he’s not silently sick. As such, we feel confident that these rules will address this picky eater problem.

  1. You must try everything on your plate. You cannot say you don’t like it without trying it. You must take a “no thank you bite” before exerting your opinion.
  2. Rude behavior will result in the meal being taken away.
  3. We all eat together. No one leaves the table until everyone is finished.
  4. You must ask to be excused. You must clear your own plate.

So, we did step 3 and 4 at our friends’ house with no problems. In fact, their son followed suit too (it could be a norm in their house). But, Levi refused, absolutely refused to eat anything other than the 5 proffered dried cherries. He did drink one full glass of apple juice and one full glass of milk.

After I told my husband this story and offered these rules, we came to quick agreement. My husband added that packaged sugar will no longer be allowed. And, sweet foods like yogurts and fruit will be allowed after the staple has been consumed.

How did today go? Well, a test it was. Levi was informed that the egg scramble I made for breakfast was breakfast, the only thing offered, and the only thing he was going to get. He was not allowed any fruit, as we often do in the morning, nor was he allowed any yogurt. He was not allowed any juice. He was only allowed to eat, at least one bite, the egg-brocoli-cheese scramble.

He refused. So, he didn’t eat. We saved two bites on a plate for lunch, and packaged the rest with all the egg leftovers into a container for my husband’s work lunch.

We ran errands, and then came home. Levi, of course, stated he was hungry. We informed him, again, that he must have his no thank you bite before having lunch. Lunch was made-to-order sandwiches. My husband and I opted for meat and cheese.

Still, he sat there. I started zoning out and thinking of other things, while my husband took matters into his own hands. One of my husband’s gifts is using humor to diffuse a situation. (Levi probably gets his ability from him!) So, while my focus was elsewhere, my husband was being silly and feeding Levi his no thank you bite of the egg scramble. And, you know what? Levi loved it and gobbled up the huge piece of brocoli left.

He eagerly ate his made to order PBJ, served and made in two separate halves. He accompanied his lunch with a half glass of juice, one mandarin, and a banana.

We napped, and awoke, and I took a cue from my friend. She has a recipe book by Jessica Seinfeld (Jerry’s wife) where she describes a program of sneaking in pureed vegetables into regular meals. So, tonight, I made homemade hamburger mac ‘n cheese with pureed carrots in the cheese sauce. I didn’t puree the carrots very fine, so the puree was a little chunky. Despite all that, Levi had three helpings! Eagerly!

We’ll see how tomorrow goes, but it sure feels like good progress.

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God: a Religious Query

Nietzsche. Thus Spoke Zarathustra: God is dead.

Today, Levi told his preschool teacher that he wanted to kill God. When I queried him much later, when we got home, about this, he said that an unnamed bad person said it first. I do not know if this person was a classmate or a fiction of his imagination. I do not know the context behind the statement, only that the teacher (in this private Catholic school) spoke to Levi about how that sort of phrase makes God sad and it’s not really a nice thing to say.

I relayed the story to my husband who had only sympathetic ears for our 4-year old. My husband is coming from the perspective that, first, we haven’t been going to church regularly. Second, [my addition], we don’t instill a strict Christian doctrine in this household. So, third, Levi is attending this school where it sounds like all problems are fixed by God.

I guess I was taught this growing up. I know many who hold these type of belief now. I also know many who do not.

I believe in God [the Father Almighty, maker of Heaven and Earth...]. But, I don’t adhere to the strict Christian dogma I’ve been handed down. I detest when people tell me what God thinks. I detest when people relate sporting events to God-like events. I detest when people blindly put their faith in … well … anything. How can we really know what God thinks anyway? So, how can we know that just because Tebow had a good pass at the 316 that it relates clearly to John 3:16? One is searching for symbolism that isn’t quite there.

So, at home, I loosely talk about God. I want Levi to make up his own mind. I find comfort in believing there is something bigger than myself. I find comfort in believing there is a resting place for my soul. But, I do not find comfort in guilt, brimstone, and fire. [It's a wonder I willingly go back to my Catholic faith!] I want Levi to be able to think outside himself and find comfort there. I want him to have a quiet place, name it God or whatever, to ask questions his fellow humans won’t be able to answer.

I’ve read varied viewpoints on God, one that God is dead. It gives an open mind pause for consideration. “What if?” Rolls the words along the tongue. What if it’s all a lie? What’s wrong with considering that? What’s wrong with testing one’s faith? Isn’t it more important to be mindful of our day-to-day actions and keep those in perspective with how they hurt, harm, or help people rather than wonder if this being we can barely grasp exists? Or yet, pin every good thing on this being?

But, I am uncomfortable with my son saying he wants to kill God. I am extremely uncomfortable with my son saying he wants to kill anything. But, to kill God, this thing adults don’t even understand but yet we are trained to exalt screams blasphemy in my Catholic trained mind. He didn’t know what he was saying, but he has an inclination that it was bad. What is this good and bad anyway?

Oh Levi, Momma doesn’t believe God is dead. Levi, Momma believes we should respect God and the things we assume he created. And because we assume [s]he created all beauty, why would we want to kill that?

Logic, though, is just beginning. Faith is not logical. This is what my intro to philosophy instructor failed to understand or relay to the mostly religious class of 1998. And, four-year old brains are just starting to grasp logic.

What is becoming clearer, though, is that this private Catholic school, the school of my dreams, is not a good fit for our son. I’ve had the opportunity to confer with friends, increase ideas, and now reality sinks in: we will have to hunt, seriously, for another school for next year. The question begs: what are we going to do over the summer? Now is when I want Grandma and Grandpa around. But, then, we’d slide even more into interesting religious waters that neither my husband nor I want to navigate.

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Drum Band

Aside

Yesterday, Levi and I visited the apple store for a second time in a week. The second time we saw drummers. Yesterday, Levi decided that when he grows up he’s going to move out of the house and play drums, with his friends Beatrix and Elliott. I hope their parents are okay with this plan.

Commuting in 2012

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You may recall I’ve had a varied commute in all the years I’ve lived here, in Portland. 2012 marks the start of the 9th year I’ve lived here. Nine years. It’s a little surprising that I am working towards being here for an entire decade. While I was still living in Michigan, I was able to finally figure out my purpose, if you will. I wanted to educate people on the importance of a sustainable society. Once I got, here, to Portland, I began studying Sustainable Urban Development and living out my green dreams to the best of my ability.

I partook in regular bus commutes. I refused to own a car. I toyed with riding my bicycle. I bought organic foods and preached to others the importance of doing so. I bought recycled toilet paper. I ate more beans than meat. When I moved closer to work, I walked to work forgoing all fossil fuel options and using my own two feet instead.

Then, life changed. I got a curve ball. I got pregnant and married while still in school. What a humbling experience this has been! I used to eat arugula salads all the time, but then I found myself married to someone who’s taste buds hadn’t been acclimated to the slightly bitter green. Then, we found ourselves with a huge budget crunch: no income while taking care of a baby! Organic dreams went by the wayside. Always lurking in the background, but not something we could act on when we had $300 to spend, per month, on our total grocery bill (including the WIC and SNAP benefits allotted).

At the same time, I got the best bus pass – ever. It was good for five years and was an all-zone pass. That’s right, I got the benefit of being the partner of a TriMet employee. While I got the best bus pass, ever, I stopped commuting! My husband drove me to and from school on the days I went. Then, I finished school and I stopped needing to go places save once a week or so. Then, instead of taking the bus, driving, or walking – I found myself driving an SUV!

Next, life changed again, and I got employed. The only problem was that I didn’t look close enough at the job description and the job was twenty miles away. I was looking at a 45 minute commute by car or a 90 minute commute by bus. I had to factor in day care, so commuting by car became my new norm.

Well, the beginning of this year has proven another change. The office moved downtown. Downtown! My commute decreased by 15 miles! Challenges remain, especially in regards to picking up Levi. However, I took the one bus to work. I walked. Walked! I listened to NPR, sent emails, checked my schedule — all while on the bus.

The ride home was a little more stressful as the bus was running late. I might benefit from changing my schedule a half hour on the start and end time to allow more flexibility with picking up Levi. We made it home though, not without complaint. And, my feet just aren’t used to walking fast anymore, so they need to be retrained. Tomorrow, I will try a park and ride option. This means, I will bus to work then home, and then pick up the truck and get Levi.

Commuting in 2012 will mean a driver’s license renewal. It will mean an all-zone, five-year bus pass renewal. It might mean Levi gets his own bus pass. (I can’t remember the age kids are supposed to have their own tickets.) Yes, 2012 will have changes in commuting. Here’s to less driving and more bus riding.

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Happy New Year!

It is New Year’s Eve, 2011. Tonight, we turn the year over to 2012. The year the Mayan calendar finishes. What will it bring?

Well, some planned events include an office move. I expect to return to public transit commuting instead of the 100% car commuting I have done. I purchased an iPhone for my Christmas present, so I expect 2012 will include more technology getting me through the day. Friends have encouraged me to stop underselling myself, so I expect 2012 will be another year of growth. Levi will turn five this year! Five! So, we will meet new challenges and changes as we move into kindergarten.

This year, I partook in a “Blog a Day” challenge. From January through August, I posted 253 posts and was 104% to goal. By today, year’s end, I’ve only posted 318 posts and have ended up at 87% to goal.

When I started this challenge, while I enjoyed writing every day, I started to get bored with venting about my days. After sometime, it became soothing. Then, I got busy, and I missed it. When I started, I thought in 2012 I would focus on one post a week instead of one a day, but I think that I will do the one-a-day post again. It doesn’t matter what’s posted, as long as something is. This should encourage further pattern enhancements.

So, here’s to 2011.

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