tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75007722051804661362024-03-08T03:27:44.905-05:00Scarlet LilySarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.comBlogger864125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-85525712167170929422012-08-30T08:53:00.000-04:002012-08-30T08:53:03.009-04:00Health hiatus<br />
It's redundant to mention that I'm taking a blog hiatus as the lack of posts probably made that pretty clear. I haven't been able to get my chronic pain under control since having Everett and with the combination of PT and some really nice pain killers, I'm finally making this my first priority.<br />
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Until you get a glimpse of what it feels like to <i>not </i>be in constant pain, and the related inactivity, you can get so blinded by how much it's affecting your life. But once I saw how active and productive and <i>happy </i>I was for those few hours of respite that the prescription pain killers gave me, I had no idea just how stunted I'd become.<br />
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So I'm taking a few months to kick this thing and get my life back. I'd like to relaunch with a new blog design, better content, and a regular posting schedule. Thanks for sticking around and I'll see ya on the flip side...<br />
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-23383264199118564942012-07-26T11:09:00.001-04:002020-01-31T23:07:17.809-05:00Parenting is...<br />
Having this conversation:<br />
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<b>Me:</b> Yeah, I have to take Everett to the doctor today. Yesterday he woke up with half of his eye bloodshot, but they couldn't get me in last night so we're going this morning. Of course, it's, like, 90% better today, so I guess I could cancel, but... I can't.<br />
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If I cancel then obviously he'll have some horrible, unknown, never-heard-of condition, called, like, Swamp Eye or something and I won't know until next week when his eye just falls right out of his head and then the cat starts playing with it. And then we'll be one of those horrific cautionary tales at mom's groups. Like, did you hear about that poor baby with Swamp Eye?!! Yeah, his eye was bloodshot and then they THOUGHT it was better and NEVER SAW THE DOCTOR and then that poor child's eye just FELL right out of his face. So, you know, don't ignore a bloodshot eye or else you'll be like THAT BABY.<br />
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<b>Sister-in-law:</b> Oh yeah, you have to go. He'll totally end up without an eye if you don't.<br />
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<b>Me</b>: Agreed. Am leaving now to pay my $20 co-pay to have them tell me my child's fine and definitely didn't have a baby stroke that only presents in the eye, and only for a very short time. $20 is a small price to pay to the gods of superstition. <br />
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Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-33319755210872976462012-06-27T07:00:00.000-04:002012-06-27T07:00:15.498-04:00Toddler art birthday card<br />
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In my ongoing project to make something homemade for each holiday, here is the birthday card I had Charlotte make for my dad.<br />
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I swirled a bit of yellow and red paint, helped her stamp her fingerprints as the flames and then drew in the rest. I'm sure those of you with more art skills than I could really make some amazing cards, but orange swirls was the best Sharpie cake I had the patience to make.<br />
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<i>We try to do something handmade for every holiday. Here is a list of our past work:</i><br />
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Father's Day<br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/05/mothers-day-card.html">Mother's Day</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/04/easter-card.html">Easter</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/02/easy-valentines-craft.html">Valentine's Day</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2011/12/design-love-painted-wrapping-paper.html">Christmas</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-kid-craft.html">Thanksgiving</a><br />
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-68503702023800849592012-06-26T07:00:00.000-04:002020-02-01T15:32:30.718-05:00Father's Day card<br />
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This was the Father's Day Card that Charlotte sent to her grandfather this year. All of our card projects are painting-based because it's her favorite art activity. I cut out a tie shape from one of the recent paintings, glued it to a card, and voila!<br />
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<i>We try to do something handmade for every holiday. Here is a list of our past work:</i><br />
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<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/05/mothers-day-card.html">Mother's Day</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/04/easter-card.html">Easter</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/02/easy-valentines-craft.html">Valentine's Day</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2011/12/design-love-painted-wrapping-paper.html">Christmas</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-kid-craft.html">Thanksgiving</a><br />
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-47183023679257145692012-06-22T07:00:00.000-04:002012-06-22T07:00:16.826-04:00Easy appetizer<br />
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I made these <a href="http://family.go.com/food/recipe-819870-chinese-style-turkey-meatballs-t/">Chinese-Style Turkey Meatballs</a> for <a href="http://www.scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/06/everetts-naming-ceremony.html">Everett's Naming Ceremony</a> after having them at another party and they were amazing. I tripled the recipe and made it a few days in advance, then used a cookie scoop for speed and cooked them the day-of. Perfect food for a crowd - delicious, easy to eat, gives people protein, and contains no allergens (a constant concern for me as we have a nut allergy in our family).<br />
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-26816485212583793952012-06-21T08:32:00.001-04:002020-02-01T14:20:24.368-05:00First Train RideCharlotte mentioned to her Nona a few months ago that she wanted to take a ride on a train. And while it was probably a mere flashing blip in the wandering, scattered mind of a two-year-old, you can't make such a cool request of your grandmother and not have it honored. Especially when <a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2010/01/charles-j-bucci.html">her own father</a> was a lifelong railroad employee.<br />
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The initial plan was to find a little round-trip Amtrak excursion we could make, but then I stumbled across the <a href="https://www.sncrr.com/">Saratoga & North Creek Railway</a>, a dedicated track and train used exclusively for touristy jaunts into the Adirondacks. It was more expensive, but definitely the way to go.<br />
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We bought tickets for the second level dome car, with full table-side meal service (breakfast on the way up and lunch on the way back) and huge bowed windows for premium sight seeing.<br />
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Taking an off-peak trip on a Monday in the summer was ideal planning. The dining car and the rest of the train were empty, meaning that Charlotte could take as many walks as she wanted without interrupting anyone else's trip.<br />
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Our half hour layover in North Creek basically just consisted of Charlotte burning off energy by running around the beautiful wooden platform, but technically there is a tiny little village we could have taken the "shuttle" (read: golf cart) to.<br />
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The only downfall worth mentioning is that because the rail cars are vintage, the stairs, hallways, and seats in the train are all extremely narrow. When I first sat down in the dome car I felt a little claustrophobic, but it went away very quickly.<br />
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Additionally, we were very comfortable at our table for four with two adults and two small children, but it would feel very tight with four grown adults. <i>(This could be worked around by purchasing four tickets with two separate transactions - then they'll sit you at two separate tables. You would only have your seats filled if the train was completely full. I'm sure this happens during leaf peeping season, but not in the summer)</i><br />
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-88949584810885330122012-06-20T13:03:00.000-04:002012-06-20T13:03:14.880-04:00Toddler Craft: Bird Feeders<br />
It's hard to find little projects that are suitable for toddlers. The attention span, the fine motor skills, the fact that you don't really want to fill your house with crap. This one, from <a href="http://prudentbaby.com/2012/04/baby-kid/cookie-cutter-bird-feeder/">Prudent Baby</a>, was perfection.<br />
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They got to dump, to stir, to dump again, to stir again, to spoon... And then it got to leave the house and be genuinely useful. BAM!<br />
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Super awesome <a href="http://lowescreativeideas.com/idea-library/projects/Pom-Pom_Number.aspx">E </a>made from coffee filters & spray paint. I LOVE it.</div>
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Everett's super fabulous Godparents. </div>
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It ended up that the crazy child has the chill Godparents and the chill child has the crazy Godparents. And please know that I mean "crazy" in a completely awesome kind of way. </div>
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I've mentioned before that Skype is a big part of our life around here. It's incredible what a difference it makes in keeping Charlotte connected to her far away family. She can't talk on the phone in any meaningful way, but she <i>can </i>sit in a chair and try to hand her grandfather candy, crayons, hand sanitizer, etc. <br />
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Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-13749903031284173162012-06-04T09:00:00.000-04:002020-01-31T23:03:05.650-05:00Father's Day<br />
This weekend was late Mother's Day (Saturday) and early Father's Day (Sunday). We had company on Mother's Day and Everett's Naming Ceremony will be on Father's Day so we needed a double re-do on our holidays. Having grown up with a nurse (required to work every other Christmas) and having family on the west coast for a decade now, moving holidays around to fit our schedule is second nature around here.<br />
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Last Father's Day I was horizontal on the couch trying not to puke on the rug (thanks, Everett), and therefore B's Father's Day consisted of a very heartfelt high-five. Here was our re-do:<br />
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Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-61695501826169805502012-05-21T10:19:00.000-04:002020-01-31T23:01:48.864-05:00Baby Animal Days<br />
Charlotte's preschool class took a field trip (her very first one) to see the baby animals at <a href="http://www.indianladderfarms.com/cgi-bin/ilf.cgi">a local farm and orchard</a>. It's something we've done every year so it was good to continue the tradition.<br />
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* <a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2010/05/snuggling-baby-animals.html">Here </a>are our pictures from two years ago.<br />
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Hi sweet baby!!!! Last weekend you turned three months old and I'm in complete awe about it. Every time I get you dressed I have a moment of genuine confusion as to why the 3-6mo clothes are fitting you, and then it sinks in and I still feel confused.</div>
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Thank god you're everything that we thought you would be. The yin to Charlotte's yang. She's all energy and flames and bursts of light, and you're like a little sailboat. Just peacefully riding the waves up and down and smiling throughout all of it. </div>
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I spent 9 months saying to you: <i>You have to be calm. You have to sleep. You have to give me an easier delivery. I'm non-negotiable on all of it.</i> Thankfully you're a good listener. </div>
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Daddy predicted this years ago. When I was pregnant with your sister he said "I think we're going to have a girl first and she's going to be mouthy and sassy and fierce. Then we're going to have a boy and he's going to be emotional and soulful and calm." He's a smart one, that daddy of yours.</div>
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While I'm in no hurry for you to get older or reach your milestones or be less of a baby, I'm in a huge hurry to get to know you as a person. I learned from my first go-round with parenting that that is by far the best part. </div>
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Charlotte adores you and talks constantly about "when Everett is older" and how many things you'll be able to do together. Read books, play outside, go to the beach... her list is endless. My biggest wish (and parenting goal) for you two is to become friends. Genuine friends who respect, protect, and love each other. </div>
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The blessing of a sibling is one that can only be truly understood once you're older and you look around and realize that no one else in this life will have a shared history with the two most important people in your life - your parents. No one will <i>really </i>understand when you pick up the phone and dial her number and say "Oh my god, mom is insane..." And then you'll finish that sentence with something that other people could understand on an intellectual level, but not on a gut level. Not the kind of understanding that produces the doubled-over laughter that only siblings can share in regards to their parent's own brand of crazy.</div>
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Because, like everyone else in life, daddy and I have a whole lot o' crazy. And one day I hope we can all sit around the table, glasses of wine in hand, and laugh and laugh and laugh about all of it. The way that Charlotte ran off to Europe to follow her crazy poem-writing boyfriend... the way that you secretly had a girlfriend for months before it occurred to you to tell any of us... the embarrassing way that daddy is willing to do Happy Dances in front of all your friends... the way that I always say accidentally inappropriate things and make you want to crawl into a hole.</div>
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But we don't need a boob in the mouth of a 3 year old, on the cover of a national magazine, to be unsupportive. We do that all on our own, every single day, about every single thing. Judgement has become a national past time. More than that, it's become our default. And when I say that, I in no way count myself out of that accusation. <br />
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And I get it. We judge because it's easier to judge than to understand. And we do it because it actually helps us define our own beliefs and lifestyle choices. If we can condemn what we don't choose, then we can reaffirm what we do choose.<br />
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Seriously. This shit HAS TO END.<br />
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Every single person, regardless of race, and status, and wealth, and job title, and geographical location, and age, and gender, and EVERY SINGLE DYNAMIC struggles to get through the day. Their struggles may be different form yours, but they're there even though we can't see them.<br />
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We have to start trusting that no matter how stupid or weird or irrational or just <i>different </i>people's life decisions look from the outside, that they're doing the best they can. We're all just doing the best we can. <br />
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When was the last time that you saw someone do something with their money or their child or their life or their job and and trusted their decision? Gave them the benefit of the doubt that it was the right thing to do... for them.<br />
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And how often do we hear ourselves or our family members or our friends say gracious words out loud? Words that indicate that we're not god, so we don't have the whole story... that maybe we should just shut our critical mouths and move on. Hardly ever, but we need to.<br />
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This is hard. Life is hard. And if we're doing it right it's a marathon of new experiences that we haven't had before and are just navigating our way through the best we know how. And it wouldn't be nearly as hard if we knew that we were being supported and trusted by each other.<br />
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We want that <i>from </i>others, so let's try harder to start giving it <i>to </i>others. One day, no judgement. Catch yourself every time it happens. And then when you do that, do it again, for another day. And then when you do it more, start talking about it more.<br />
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No one is talking about this and we need to. Imagine how much happier we would all be if we could make this shift. <br />
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This the the Mother's Day card that Charlotte made for her two grandmothers. I helped her put her thumbprints on the card and envelope, and then I drew in the stems and leaves. Easy, personal, and springy. Perfect!<br />
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<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-kid-craft.html">Thanksgiving sign</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2011/12/design-love-painted-wrapping-paper.html">Christmas wrapping paper</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/02/easy-valentines-craft.html">Valentine's Day envelope of love</a><br />
<a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/04/easter-card.html">Easter card</a><br />
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Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-45699662992297756872012-05-14T16:01:00.000-04:002020-01-31T22:57:14.995-05:00The smallest of moments<i><br /></i>
<i>Mommy, your eyes wet?</i><br />
<i>Oh, it's OK, honey, I'm just happy.</i><br />
<i>Your eyes wet?</i><br />
<i>Yeah, sometimes when people are really happy they cry. But I'm not really crying, my eyes are just a little wet because I'm happy.</i><br />
<i>HA!! THAT SILLY! YOU NO CRY YOU HAPPY... YOU CRY SAD! HAAAA!! SILLY MOMMY!</i><br />
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Silly Mommy.<br />
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I've never been one to be particularly moved by the big events in life. I love them, and they're special, but they don't rattle my heart the way the little moments do.<br />
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I loved marrying your daddy, but it felt very normal and fun to do so. I feel the weight of his devotion at times with less fanfare. Like last spring when he knew (without a conversation) that life and motherhood had been frustrating and unhappy for me, so he surprised me (on a particularly horrific day, nonetheless) with the announcement that he had been spending weeks planning a kid-free get away to see my friends in Brooklyn.<br />
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Or when your brother was born... I didn't cry. I can't process such a life altering moment in a flash, I need space. So when he was a few weeks old and I looked deep into his eyes and told him how much we all loved him, and that whoever he wanted to become in this life was fine by me, and that I would make it my goal as his mother to help make that happen, and he gave me his first smile that nearly exploded his little cheeks, I wept the happiest most perfect tears possible.<br />
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So the other day when I was in the kitchen and I looked into the living room and couldn't find you, I decided to walk upstairs and see what you had gotten yourself into. I found you in the bathroom, with your navy blue flower jammies down around your ankles, half of your diaper off, and holding your little toddler tummy out of the way with one hand while you undid the tab on the other side of the diaper. I asked what you were doing.<br />
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And it was oh so nonchalantly that you told me that you had to pee... so you were gonna pee. And this is mind-blowing because I have done absolutely nothing to potty train you. Nothing. You've watched your friends at school use the potty and then decided that you wanted to do that too. So you have been.<br />
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But you've always asked me first, and you've never been able to unzip your jammies, and you've always wanted me to take off your diaper for you. But this is what you do, what you've always done.<br />
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It's been evident from Day 1 who you are. I had more than one nurse comment that they had never seen a newborn who was this aware and alert. You know exactly who you are and what you want and how you're going to get it. You have the ferocity of the lion that is your astrological sign.<br />
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Every single day you make it clear to me how self-reliant you are. In need of no one. Over and over and over I get little nods to the reality that <a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2009/09/naming-ceremony.html">"though they are with you, yet they belong not to you."</a> I heard this quote long before I ever became a mother, but I never knew how many times I would have to repeat it to myself.<br />
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We are together, almost all the time, yet you have no desire to belong to anyone. It's so easy for me to picture you at 16, 24, 30, etc. All opinions and power and drive and hysterical and wild-hearted, because you're all of those things now. You came into our lives a fully formed soul and every day I hear the adult you whispering to the adult me, let go mom. <br />
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-10764992519700106042012-05-08T10:16:00.000-04:002012-05-08T10:16:35.192-04:00Hypermobility hellUgh... sorry. I realized I've taken an unbelievable amount of blog breaks this past year, and I need to take another one... obviously, since I haven't been here in two weeks.<br />
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Five years ago I was diagnosed, after about four different specialists, with Hypermobility Syndrome. It's something you're born with that makes your connective tissue too loose - specifically the connective tissue around your spine. It's a genetic condition and my brother (clearly, though never officially handed a diagnosis) has it also. It causes your spine to move as well as "collapse" since the connective tissue can't hold it up properly. <br />
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If you're diligent about core exercises, you can (or at least my brother and I can) get pretty much pain free. But if you're pregnant and on bed rest and recovering from all of that and have various surges in pregnancy related hormones that make it worse, you're not pain free. At all.<br />
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Right now, and for the past several weeks, I've been battling chronic pain. Most of those days I've been able to walk, but some I haven't. The rest of the days I've stayed on the couch as much as is possible for a stay at home mom of a toddler and a 3 month old. <br />
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In a touching bit of Sibling Synchronicity, my brother and I are both currently trapped in what I'm calling Rehab Catch 22. The ONLY way out of the pain tunnel is to do your rehab exercises... You're in too much pain to even do that much. Ugh.<br />
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As anyone who's ever experienced it knows, chronic pain is a bizarre, lonely, frustrating, day-altering situation to be in. It overrides your perspective because it's all you can experience. Everything else around you is out of focus because you only have one sensation and it's highly <i>in </i>focus.<br />
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So after taking a few weeks off to deal with the acute pain, I've knocked my PT exercises back to two and am going to restart my regimen. Two. If that's not baby-stepping, I don't know what is, because I <i>thought </i>I was baby-stepping before when I was doing five exercises.<br />
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This Wednesday night B will be 100% done with grad school - thesis will be bound, presented, defended, etc. - and this weekend my brother and <a href="http://lifeaccordingtothecladdagh.blogspot.com/">his lady</a> are coming to meet Everett. I'll try to meet you back here in a week or two and be healthy enough to start enjoying our summer.<br />
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-36377468440918193732012-04-26T18:59:00.000-04:002020-01-31T22:54:01.572-05:00Flashback: Charlotte's 2nd Birthday<br />
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Charlotte had a Purple Bubbles themed birthday party to celebrate turning two. Whether it's actual bubbles, the bubble game on my phone, or "bubble water" (seltzer), there's nothing bubble-related this gal doesn't like. <br />
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"Charlotte" bubbles banner in the background.</div>
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"2" sign was made from foam board, spray painted purple and then spray painted with glitter paint, and hung with a white ribbon (it was actually a bright purple, but it's hard to tell with the lighting here)</div>
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Table decorations, including a framed painting of Charlotte's</div>
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I ordered four 3' balloons online and had them inflated at the local party store.<br />
Beware though, they didn't all fit in our SUV and my mom had to drive over and help with transport. Oops!<br />
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This photo is awesome because it's so out of character for my little stage actress. She was struck with a sudden case of shyness during Happy Birthday. <br />
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In the background I attached a picture from each month over the past year so everyone could see how much she's changed and some of the fun things she's done. They were attached to a 6' purple board, but there were too many photos for the purple to be seen. A slideshow of the photos is at the bottom of the post.<br />
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The two birthday girls.<br />
Charlotte is wearing her Giant's cheerleader outfit that <a href="http://ouiser.blogspot.com/">Ouiser </a>made her,<br />
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Our annual photo spot, painted by <a href="http://www.scarletlily.blogspot.com/search/label/Home%20Grown%20Tomatoes">Giovanina</a>.<br />
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<b>Me </b>- Ugh. Something is wrong with this garlic bread.<br />
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<b>B </b>- Really? Mine tasted fine.<br />
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<b>Me </b>- <i>(sniffs bread)</i> Ugh, it tastes... off. Like plasticy or something? I don't know. Maybe my taste buds are off.<br />
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<b>B </b>- Yeah, maybe.<br />
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<b>Me </b>- (more bites) Ugh, no, something is wrong, this does NOT taste like the garlic bread we usually make. The garlic powder must be bad or something, I don't know.<br />
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<b>B </b>- Could it be the salt?<br />
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<b>Me </b>- I don't think so. I mean, you just used butter, salt, and garlic powder, right?<br />
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<b>B </b>- Yeah.<br />
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<b>Me </b>- I even thought it smelled weird when I opened the toaster over. <i>(One last ditch effort at a bite)</i> Ugh! I can't eat this. Something's wrong, it <i>really </i>doesn't taste good.<br />
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<b>Me </b>- BABY!! GAH!!! YOU MADE ONION BREAD!!!!!! GROSS!<br />
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<b>B </b>- What??? No I didn't.<br />
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<b>Me </b>- Yes! You did! Look! The ONION POWDER is at the front of all the spices. UGH! HOW did you not notice that, you ate TWO pieces!<br />
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<b>B </b>- Huh. Still tasted good!<br />
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<b>Me </b>- Blech! No, it didn't. I can't believe you made onion bread.<br />
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So it turns out that the Dead Mouse camp swept the Penis camp by a fair amount: 64% of you <a href="http://www.scarletlily.blogspot.com/2012/04/penis-v-mouse.html">would rather remove a dead mouse from the garage than have to use the proper terminology when talking to your kids.</a><br />
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But I digress. Can you digress before you've actually started? Ponder that while we talk genitals and garage-dwellers. Before we start, you need back story.<br />
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I was raised by a nurse. But not just any nurse, a labor and delivery nurse. And having been raised by one, and having met a hundred zillion of her coworkers over the years, and having been the live-in nanny to an OBGYN, I can tell you that staring at vaginas all day for a living, for your job that you must go to every day and be paid to do, does something to a person.<br />
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I don't even know what, exactly, but it DOES something. Your job encompasses that which people never talk about or discuss in public and often not even with their good friends (although I don't know who those people are, because if you can't talk vagina with your best friends, then what the hell are they your best friends for?). So you deal in the taboo and then you have no <i>concept </i>of taboo and then you just talk about inappropriate things all the time to anyone who will listen.<br />
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But despite your inability to know what is and isn't ok to discuss in mixed company, you have a healthy respect for body parts and their names. We were raised with the proper names for everything and knew all about the sex stuff from an early age.<br />
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After college I moved to Boston and lived in the most perfectly awful apartment with lots of mice. I didn't have the heart to kill them all and it also seemed impossible just given their sheer numbers, so I invented a humane method for getting rid of them. Every night before bed I would pull the garbage can over to the counter, put food in the bottom of the bag, and grease up the sides with olive oil. Every morning there were three or four wiggling mice in the bottom. I grabbed the bag (untied), walked out back to the dumpster and tossed the bag in.<br />
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But mice removal and picture hanging are two (of many) things that you do when you're single because there's no one else around to do them. Not so when you're married. You can relegate all that shit to it's proper place - with yo MAN. And I didn't realize that one day I'd get to hand off chores like that, but it's totally a reason to get married. He no longer has to buy gifts, RSVP to weddings, make social plans, or remember to call his family back because I'll do all that. In return, I don't have to take the garbage out, parallel park in tiny spots, or remove rodents.<br />
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So, long story short, I was raised by a medical professional and no longer deal in mice. But that's just me, some peeps had the opposite experience.<br />
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I have a friend - <i>who totally has a blog of her own that I could link to, but she MAY not want me outing her self-admitted prudishness, so I will keep her anonymous </i>- who is squeamish about things of the body part nature. The "P" and "V" words are NOT uttered around that house - everyone just has "PRIVATES!" Boys have "boy privates" and girls have "girl privates." I ruthlessly make fun of her for this absolute insanity and also threaten to steal her children for an afternoon and give them a good schooling. I also tell her that she's going to have kids who think you can get pregnant from a toilet seat, but she assures me that the state sponsored sex ed classes they get at school will kick in before it gets that far.<br />
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As you can imagine, Charlotte is WELL aware of what girls and boys have and will talk about it at will. Now, do I relish saying the word "vagina" every single day? NO, I do NOT. It's awful. But I'm not going to pass on any stupid body part issues to her and make it seem like something shameful by calling it something else than what it really is. So I say it and I pretend it's normal and then I make gagging faces in my head.<br />
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She and I were doing laundry and went to the garage to put in a load. Then 30 minutes later we went back into the garage to switch the laundry and right in front of the dryer was a dead mouse. As in, it had JUST died. And it looked creepily peaceful, like it was just tired and needed a rest and the lull of the washer just put him right to sleep on the concrete. But obviously I wasn't <i>expecting </i>to see a dead mouse where there hadn't been one 30 min ago, so I involuntarily screamed and then did the Icky Body Shake that you do when something is Icky and you just want to shake the experience off of you.<br />
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So I went upstairs and started frantically texting the aforementioned friend about how she HAD to hop on a plane and get this damn mouse OUT of my path b/c it was icky and dead and I had shit tons of laundry to do. Because while said friend won't utter the body part words, she DID grow up on a farm and can get all Farm Girl Fierce when needed. Seriously, there was a story about a squirrel that nearly made me puke. It was humane and all, but BARF.<br />
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Since she declined to take care of the rodent problem and the husband declined to take a sick day and HANDLE IT, I covered it with a blue party napkin and kept doing laundry.<br />
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So here's the incredibly random Squeamish Poll. Would you rather go on about penises and vaginas all day to your potty training, inquisitive toddler, or put your hand inside a plastic bag and grab the dead mouse and get him out of the garage? Pick your poison.<br />
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Then the next day was the Easter morning egg hunt (a HUGE hit), the Easter basket (fine, but not as exciting as the egg hunt), and Easter dinner with the family.<br />
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Since she's not old enough to know that Easter baskets usually contain candy, we went with a candy-free basket this year: Bunny ears, sidewalk chalk, bubbles, bunny socks, bubbles, and play dough. Not to worry though, she virtually had a dinner comprised entirely of Smarties since I didn't realize that the pile on the counter top was within her reach.</div>
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-7767050332567735332012-04-15T14:46:00.000-04:002020-01-31T22:48:58.802-05:00Easter Extras<br />
Last year I brought <a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html">gold eggs with fortunes inside</a> to Easter dinner. It was such a fun tradition that I thought I'd keep it going this year with more fortunes. I made <a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2012/04/paper-carrots-diy/">Jordan's Paper Carrots</a> as the fortune holders and put a roll of smarties and the fortune inside. They came out SO cute, I was so happy with them. Plus, it was nice to have an Easter treat that wasn't egg-related.<br />
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In keeping with the theme, I also brought <a href="http://www.createdby-diane.com/2011/04/cotton-tail-cupcakes.html">Shy Bunny cupcakes</a> for dessert.</div>
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<br />Sarah Berryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12890371606163976935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500772205180466136.post-9718627318655063422012-04-14T14:30:00.001-04:002020-01-31T22:47:50.674-05:001st HaircutCharlotte's lack of hair is legendary around here. It's caused every old lady in the Capital District to insist upon calling her "him" or "lil fella" at the grocery store for the past two years regardless of how much hot pink she's been draped in. <i>(For reference: <a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-birthday-party.html">Charlotte at 1</a>, <a href="http://scarletlily.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy.html">Charlotte at 2</a>)</i><br />
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It's a family legacy actually. I was similarly bald, and the old ladies used Hair As Gender Marker as much back then as they do now. This prompted my mom to get into a yelling match with one such biddie who wouldn't budge in her "she's a boy" stance. Luckily for her, my mom out-crazied her ass, ripped off my diaper and showed her the goods. <i>Oh, you wanna get crazy with me, ya old bitch?!! I'll SEE your crazy and RAISE you a vagina! </i>You can't out-crazy a crazy, people, don't even try.<br />
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So the last few months Charlotte's hair had grown out enough to at least qualify as a pixie cut. Strangers went from calling her a boy to complimenting me on how much they LOVED her short hair and how it was So darling! and So Parisian! But then we rounded the hobo corner a few weeks ago and I decided that we needed to take the plunge and get her her first haircut.<br />
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She wasn't pissed, she was just taking the process very seriously. She had the same expression the whole time she was dying Easter eggs.</div>
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