There’s No Such Thing as a Stupid Question (Really!)

Eleanor Roosevelt was an interesting person. I hope that I find the time to study her life and works someday. Perhaps she could be the subject of a new reading marathon? I’ll certainly keep it in mind.

The reason I’m thinking about her is that I just read a lovely book that she wrote called You Learn by Living. Sadly, I don’t know much about her, but in this book she came across as extremely able, honest, intelligent, and dare I say it, wise. My thanks to my father who lent me the book eons ago. I will finally be returning it to him, but I might have to first add it to my list of books to buy. I think if I were a teacher, I would add this to my must-read list for teenagers.

She wrote many things that struck a chord with me. I will try to share more of them later, but for now, my favorite passage:

There is a wonderful word, why?, that children use. All children. When they stop using it, the reason, too often, is that no one bothered to answer them, no one tried to keep alive one of the most important attributes a person can have: interest in the world around him. No one fostered and cultivated the child’s innate sense of the adventure of life.

One of the things I believe most intensely is that every child’s why should be answered with care—and with respect. If you do not know the answer, and you often will not, then take the child with you to a source and find the answer. This may be a dictionary or encyclopedia which he is too young to use himself, but he will have had a sense of participation in finding the answer.

But if you brush aside the eager question, the only way the young child has of learning to understand his world, and say, “I don’t know. . . . Don’t bother me; can’t you see I am busy?” or, worse still, “What a silly question!” something bad will happen in time. If the child’s curiosity is not fed, if his questions are not answered, he will stop asking questions. And then, by the time he is in his middle twenties, he will stop wondering about all the mysteries of his world. His curiosity will be dead.

For curiosity, interest, and a longing to know more and more types of experience are the qualities that stimulate a desire to know about life and to understand it. They provide the zest that makes it possible to meet any situation as an adventure. Without that spirit of adventure, life can be a dull business. With it, there is no situation, however limiting, physically or economically, which cannot be filled to the brim with interest. Indeed, without interest, it is almost impossible to continue to learn; certainly, it is impossible to continue to grow.

I hope that I can remember this in the coming years. Life with children is always hectic. That’s not an excuse to short-change them, though. Let me always have the patience to answer their questions!

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A Doing Day

Yesterday was a Doing Day. In other words, I spent most of it getting things done. It felt so good to be active, and particularly good to get things off my desk. That feeling of “things hanging over my head” is gone, at least for the moment. Whew! I hope I can carry it forward through the week and get the rest of my pending tasks done!

We also spent some time on fun things. Two of our neighbors’ houses are for sale, so we snuck over to the open houses to take a peek at each. One of them was built around the same time as ours and by the same contractor. We weren’t at all surprised to find it lacking in “the details.” It had outdated bathrooms, bad moldings, horrible wood paneling, poorly hung doors, bad flooring, and a total lack of landscaping.

The twin staircases in the entry (one on each side) should have been interesting architectural features, but the overall affect was of a big, ugly, uninviting square. And worse yet, they were narrow and had narrow treads, which made getting up and down them difficult, especially since I was carrying the baby in her car seat. I wouldn’t want to try running up and down those stairs on a daily basis.

The high ceiling in the foyer should also have been a selling feature, but the builder had chosen a weird dripping plaster effect. From the floor it looked as though the ceiling were peeling. From the second floor, it looked almost like accumulated ice.

The house also smelled like ours used to: a truly unpleasant mix of moisture, dog, and air fresheners. Yuck!

The only thing the house had going for it was its size—nearly 4,000 square feet. All but one of the bedrooms made my office (the biggest bedroom in our house) look tiny. But, having lived here through some long, cold winters, I know how much it would cost to heat that place. Yikes!

All in all, it was exactly what we had expected based on the experiences we have had with our house. But we have fixed many of the flaws in this house, most importantly the bad smell and the awkward entryway. Our house is prettier, cozier, and much less stinky, so there’s no chance of us moving over there! I suspect they’re having trouble selling it, because though it hasn’t been on the market long, it looks like they already reduced the price by $50,000.

On a side note, I saw the saddest thing in one of the bedrooms: box after unopened box of Barbies. I couldn’t help but comment on it. Barbies are for playing, not for keeping in boxes! I told the Realtor that I had pierced my Barbie’s ears with sewing pins. She said hers had gotten hard use, too. Ah, the good old days, when kids were encouraged to play!

The other neighbor, who owns the property directly behind ours, is also selling his house. My husband is bummed because he has a good relationship with that neighbor. The guy even took down a few trees on his property because they were ruining our view. Though personally I don’t care for the way he uses the woods (he’s one of those ATV riders), I am grateful for what he did for us. I hope the new neighbors will be as nice. Fingers crossed.

I was really impressed with his house. He and his wife did a great job with it. The office was gorgeous. The bathrooms were all bright, clean, modern, and comfortable. The back yard was beautifully landscaped, giving my husband and me some idea of how ours could look if we do it right (their back yard is not much bigger than ours). The first floor had not only a man cave (complete with bar, big TV, and pool table), but also a fantastic all-season screened-in porch. The house was smaller than I expected (only 3 bedrooms, one of which had been turned into an office), but unlike the gigantic house across the street, it had “the details.”

Though I thought each house had some advantages over ours, seeing them made me feel better about living here. The first house reminded me of how far we’ve come with fixing this one up. My husband has done a lot of work, and even in its half-completed state, it’s still much better than that place! The second house showed me a glimpse of what our house could be like in a few years, but done to our tastes, not theirs.

We also went to a farmers’ market and to BJ’s for some necessities. When we returned, I paid some bills, balanced my checkbook, cleaned, prepped my brother’s Christmas present for shipping (finally!), and wrote some blog posts for later this week.

I really enjoyed my Doing Day! I hope you had a good day, too.

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Often, If Not Always

There have been many Ponzi schemes and insider trading scandals in the last few years. One former hedge fund manager, Raj Rajaratnam, was convicted this week of fourteen counts of securities fraud and conspiracy. The guy had so much money (known to be over a billion dollars at one point) that he might still be wealthy even after all of his fines and legal fees are paid.

Poirot said,

There are criminals in high places sometimes.

from “The Million Dollar Bond Robbery”

I would agree with him except for the word “sometimes.” I think it should be “often,” if not “always.”

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SITY: Memories of Violets

I recently wrote about ticks and how much they were ticking me off. If you read my comment on the post, you’ll see that just a quick walk in the yard garnered me another tick crawling on my leg. Yuck! I haven’t been out in the yard since, sad though that is.

Because I haven’t been out, I haven’t been photographing and enjoying my violets. Of course, most of them are dead now, thanks to the lawn mower. Under other circumstances, I might have asked my husband to hold off, but mowing is one of the ways to keep the ticks out of your yard. It had to be done.

I miss my violets. Let’s try to remember how beautiful they were. To help us, here are some photos I took a few weeks ago.

"Can we talk?"

"Two violets walk into a bar..."

"You make me happy when skies are grey..."

"Good things come in small packages."

"Dance with me."

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Yalpdrow

Ounce, Dice, Trice by Alastair Reid
Grade: B

Amazon has been trying to sell me this book for a while, but I’ve been burned too many times by their recommendations, so I ordered it from the library instead. Good thing I did. It’s a fun book, but not one I want to own, because it’s just lists of words. I read word lists all day long. They don’t mean much. Even interesting lists become boring if you read too many at one time, and the more there are, the less likely they are to stay with you.

The kinds of lists in this book include palindromes, drows (words spelled backward), light words (e.g., Ariel, willow), heavy words (e.g, duffle, blunderbuss), made-up words with silly definitions (e.g., “kinklunk,” a car going over a manhole cover). So if you’re interested in wordplay and made-up words, then you might enjoy browsing this book on a rainy afternoon. Parents of children old enough to appreciate wordplay might enjoy turning the book into a game by building similar lists with their children. My children are too young for that right now, but I’ll keep the idea in mind for when they’re older.

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Another Beautiful “Once Upon a Time”

Many Moons by James Thurber
Grade: A+

James Thurber wrote The 13 Clocks, one of my favorite books of all time. I haven’t been as impressed with some of his other books, though. Amazon had been trying to sell me Many Moons for many moons, but I didn’t dare read it lest I be disappointed. Then one day, while requesting some other books from the library, I decided to request Many Moons, too. I’m so glad I did.

The book begins, “ONCE UPON A TIME, in a kingdom by the sea, there lived a little Princess named Lenore. She was ten years old, going on eleven. One day Lenore fell ill of a surfeit of raspberry tarts and took to her bed.” The king wanted her to get well and he asked if there was anything she wanted. She replied, “I want the moon. If I can have the moon, I will be well again.” That’s not asking for much! But he was the king, and kings can accomplish a lot, so he called upon his wisest counselors to help him acquire the moon for the Princess.

The story of Many Moons is beautiful, but what about the illustrations? Be warned that there are two editions: one with the original illustrations by Louis Slobodkin and one with new illustrations by Marc Simont. Which one you should choose depends on a few things. First, if you’ve read the book before, then you’ll probably prefer the illustrations you remember. To prefer that which we have liked before is human nature. If you’re a purist and would like to see the book as Thurber intended, then choose the original illustrations. However, if you haven’t read it before and you’re not necessarily a purist, then it comes down to which type of art you prefer. Do you like squiggly, modern art with pictures that suggest without completely filling out the image? If so, go for Slobodkin. But if you like traditional images that are easy on the eye, go for Simont. Personally, I like the Simont illustrations better, but of course, that was the edition I read first.

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Doing Away With Diapers (I Wish)

The Diaper Free Baby by Christine Gross-Loh
Grade: C+

When I was expecting my first child, I had this notion that I was going to use cloth diapers for my son. Well, that was a great idea, except that the “hot” water going into our washing machine barely qualified as warm, and we can’t use bleach because it reacts with the metals in our well water (not to mention that it’s bad for the septic system). How do you get soiled diapers clean without hot water or bleach? I don’t think you can.

My next thought was that we’d get a diaper service. That was also a great idea, except that there’s not a single diaper service in the whole state of Rhode Island. Apparently, everyone here uses disposable diapers now. Everyone. Good for them, bad for the planet. Oh, well.

The lack of hot water for the wash was a serious problem, though. We couldn’t even get our towels clean without it, so we bought a special water heater. To use the heater, we had to upgrade our electrical service, and that was expensive. So it was a good thing that we were going to use cloth diapers for our second child, and thereby save some money, right? Except that we’d gotten used to the disposables. It was painful just to contemplate switching to cloth. We already had enough laundry to do without adding piles of reeking diapers. Even if I could have guilted myself into it, I knew there was no way I’d convince my husband. Sorry, planet.

But then one day it hit me: what do they do in Asia? I mean, they can’t afford disposables, and they don’t have the water resources to handle all the laundering. So what do they do? I looked it up on the Internet and it turns out that they toilet train their babies. They literally teach their kids to pee and poop on command. Supposedly everyone on earth used to train their kids that way, but we in the West have lost the technique.

“Awesome,” I thought to myself. “I want to do that! Imagine if I could get both kids toilet trained right now! Fantastic!”

And that is the story of why I borrowed The Diaper Free Baby from the library. It was supposed to solve my problem by giving me an environmentally friendly and relatively easy alternative to disposable diapers. I hoped it would eliminate my guilt, save the planet, and keep a little bit more of my paycheck in my pocket.

But it didn’t.

There are so many problems with this book, I barely know where to start. First, I guess, is the premise. The author tells us that babies have a natural disinclination to soil themselves. Supposedly, babies naturally communicate their wish to eliminate, and we, the parents, can learn to recognize those signals. If we then take our children to a place where they can eliminate comfortably, such as a toilet, and let them do their business while we make a sound, such as a “Psssssst,” the child will associate that sound with the activity. They will then know that hearing “Psssssst” means it’s time to eliminate. This technique is known in America as EC (short for “Elimination Communication”). This sounds reasonable, I think.

But the next part is not so reasonable. EC is an awkward name, and I would actually prefer “toilet training,” but the author insists that the goal is not to toilet train your child, but rather to communicate with your child. That’s so nice and touchy-feely, but not realistic. Parents communicate with their children in a multitude of ways. They don’t need EC  for its communication potential. They need it because their children have to pee and poop somewhere, and they’d rather it was in the toilet!

But let’s accept the author’s premise and the idea that this technique is about communicating with your child, at least while we consider the second major flaw of the book. Another big point that the author makes is that the EC technique can be practiced part-time. She say that you don’t need to EC all day, or at night, or even more than once  per day. So if you’re too busy, or have other things on your mind, or just can’t be bothered, it’s OK.

This is the problem with being inclusive and trying to make everyone feel good, even when they fail. Because if the author is right, and your baby wants you to take her to the potty rather than letting her soil herself, then to ignore her communication signals because you don’t feel like practicing EC right then is downright cruel. And how can you expect her to continue communicating with you if you ignore her half of the time? Talk about a breach of trust!

The third major flaw with the book is the content. I borrowed the book because I had heard of the concept and I wanted someone to teach me the technique. Consequently, I didn’t need to read page after page of reasons why I should try it, but I expected the author to lay out the technique in detailed and orderly steps, something like this:

“First you do this, then you do that, then you do the next thing, and ta-da! You’re baby is now environmentally friendly. Enjoy!”

The author gave information and I got the gist, but she didn’t lay it out in a way that was memorable or easy to follow. She was so concerned with convincing the world to try EC and making the part-timers feel good about their lazy approach that some of the details were either lacking or buried under pages of filler.

This book is due back at the library in a few days. I should have returned it earlier, but I kept thinking I’d go back and look for the steps which must be hidden in there somewhere. Then I could write them down for myself and consider whether the technique could really work for my family. I think it could, and I haven’t completely given up on the idea yet, but I can’t face reading the book again. It’s a shame. I think the people of this country need to relearn this technique, but they need a better resource than this book.

P.S. The subject matter of this book offered many opportunities for cheap, vulgar jokes. I resisted the temptation, but please feel free to make up your own and laugh over them as you please.

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Mother’s Day Memories

To celebrate Mother’s Day to its fullest, here are some wonderful things that my kids have done recently.

Earlier this week, I recorded myself reading Dear Zoo to Marshall. The recorder picked up not only my voice, but also Marshall roaring like a lion, laughing, making monkey noises, and shouting, “Puppy!”

A couple of days ago, I asked Marshall if I could have one of his goldfish crackers. He picked one out of his cup and started to hand it to me, but pulled it back at the last moment and put it in his mouth. I told him that made me sad and asked for another one. This time he gave me the cracker, and after I was done eating it, he offered me another!

Last night, Livia rolled from her back onto her tummy for the first time. She hates being on her tummy, though, Poor Thing. She started crying and I had to go “rescue” her.

This morning, I was preparing to feed Livia and said to my husband, “I need a bib.” Marshall ran out of the room and came back with a bib for her.

Also this morning, my husband was playing a game with Marshall, writing the letters of the alphabet, one at a time, on the “Elmo pad” and asking Marshall to name them. We were both surprised by how many letters he recognizes. He knows almost half of them!

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Watch What You Say!

Poirot says,

Oh, my dear friend, it is impossible not to give oneself away—unless one never opens one’s mouth! Speech is the deadliest of revealers.

from Cards on the Table

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Mother’s Day

I’m beginning to understand why they say that you shouldn’t be judgmental of how other people raise their children. In parenthood as in other aspects of life, what works for other people may not work for you, and vice versa. This can be difficult to understand and accept until, like me, you find yourself on the “wrong” side of a controversial issue.

I believe breast milk is better than formula. I believe all mothers who are physically able to breastfeed should at least try it. I know from experience how difficult it is, how it clashes with a modern lifestyle. But it’s better for your baby, so if you can make it work, you should.

But for some people, it just doesn’t work, no matter how hard they try. And for those mothers like me, heartbroken over their inability to adequately nourish their babies with breast milk, using formula is a painful, but necessary, choice. Babies need food.

I still tear up when I think about it. I wanted so badly to do what was right for my son. But, as I still have to keep reminding myself, I did. “Right” just wasn’t what I had thought it was. After all, what’s more important? Breastfeeding or nourishing your child? Because if breastfeeding isn’t nourishing your child, then it’s not right.

And, oh, the difference it made in our lives when we switched to formula! Our son started gaining weight. He started sleeping more and crying less. My husband took over some of the nighttime feedings and I finally got some sleep. And with sleep, I started to feel human again. Alive. Happy to have a baby. So much better!

Now, when I hear other people criticize those of us who use formula, it just makes me angry. How dare they judge! They weren’t there every night trying desperately to rock a hungry baby back to sleep. They weren’t there to see our son grow thinner and thinner. They weren’t there when our pediatrician said we absolutely needed to give him formula. They weren’t there to see me cry when he gobbled down his first bottle. And they have no business trying to make me feel bad about doing what I had to do.

So today, on this lovely Mother’s Day, while you’re celebrating your awesome mother (or your awesome self, if you are a mother), try to remember also to be more tolerant of those mothers who don’t do things exactly the way you think they should. They have their reasons. And sometimes those reasons are so much righter than you know.

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