tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29049943877296423752024-03-05T02:59:47.482-08:00Reflections of a Meandering MindJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-70732113801450619952015-10-22T11:12:00.000-07:002015-10-22T11:23:03.974-07:00To Ethelyn<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Dear Ethelyn,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We fished, hiked, swam, boated, dug, picked, leapt,
skied, crawled, and rolled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We drove tractors, lawn mowers, the Cobalt, and—on
country roads and at the farm—your Bronco. We got stuck in the mud a lot and
hit the bumpy places going way too fast. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We rode horses, bikes (both on the seat and as
passengers on the back), Ski Bobs, Humbugs, all kinds of boats, and sometimes,
the back of the Bronco with the tailgate open. We leaned half our bodies out
the car window and picked leaves when passing trees; we rode in the Cobalt
while it was on the trailer, and pretended to drive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We hiked in ditches, through creeks, down alleys,
around the schoolyard, across town, down the railroad tracks, all around the
farm, and through the woods. We balanced carefully while crossing the creeks on
fallen trees; we swung from vines that sometimes broke mid-swing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We climbed rocks, hills, and trees. We fell and got
“good clean dirt” all over us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We picked beans, corn, tomatoes, strawberries,
cantaloupe, and afterward, ticks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We ate Maggie’s delicious cooking, and for snack,
Oreos, Doritos, and Nutter Butters. We had Sprite parties with ice cream at
night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We played Arrow and shot firecrackers. We fished
from the shore, from a boat, and once, from the dam. We flattened pennies when
trains came by and taped them to glow-in-the-dark keychains so we could find
them later. We crawled under the house next door to find kittens. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We got up early and went places in our pajamas,
just so we wouldn’t miss out on whatever you were up to!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We went on house calls and trips around town to see
cousins and friends. I rode on your doctor bag in between the front seats to be
closest to you (and I think that’s why my tailbone was so sore for several
years).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Wherever you were going was where we wanted to be,
and we didn’t care how we got there—with you, the trip was always part of the
fun.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">You taught me how to ride a bike on your red
bicycle. You taught so many of us how to ski on two skis and later, one! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We learned about kindness, patience, generosity,
and what it means to live life to the fullest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When I think about the adventures I want my
children to have growing up, they are exactly the kind of adventures we had
with you. They were the times of our lives!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Chalkduster; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Much love,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><i>Jenny</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-13878690660754018982010-10-17T19:29:00.000-07:002010-10-18T20:48:43.985-07:00Little Things<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>"At school, we learned about Adam and Eve," my four-year-old tells me from his seat in the back of the car. This is a relief to me because last year, when I first told him that Bible story one night at bedtime, he liked it so much that he asked me to repeat it the next night. "Tell me again about Adam and Steve. I love those guys!" So the fact that they're teaching the correct names and genders at school and that he's picking up on them is promising.<div><br /></div><div>"We learned that Adam had to name all of the animals. THAT was a big job," he tells me, obviously appreciating the magnitude of Adam's endeavor.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, indeedy. That was a big job, and one that God knew better than to give to someone like me, who becomes overwhelmed at the outset of mind-numbingly enormous tasks. I'm afraid that that's due to both my ADHD tendencies and my propensity to be something other than detail-oriented. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm also a tiny bit concerned that Emily has inherited the inclination to skim over minutiae from me. One day last year, I told her to read down her list of spelling words and use them in a sentence, since she'd already spelled them correctly.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Cement..." she read. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Um, no, that's 'smart,'" I corrected.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>"Cement, smart, whatever. It doesn't matter." </div><div><br /></div><div> Of course it doesn't. No need to get bogged down in useless details, like the difference between man-made concrete mix and God-given intelligence.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I'm working on it (getting to the details, that is), because I've learned that when one doesn't notice details, one can't appreciate the beauty woven into the small things that make up the big things in our lives. And certainly, I want to remember every little detail of this sweet, happy baby we've been blessed with. Because I realize now that I'll blink and this baby person will be a preschooler and I'm afraid I'll turn around again and he'll be off to college with his siblings. This time, I'm determined to remember every little noise, every baby expression, every nuance of who Ethan is right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Mommy, can we keep having babies and we'll have a lot of kids?" Jackson asked me several days ago. Hmmm...that would be one solution to missing my babies--always having one around! </div><div><br /></div><div>"Mom, you had the best baby," Emily tells me quietly, as we both gaze happily at Ethan. Maybe having them around to notice the little things with me is all I need.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycGReG2Sjjz76rhrDcSqTgWFeOabzXAJo_Npyz0wXnGNTYw2wmRN-aNOvC20SExAyHy6UaDRJ5IdnjkOhW2ZMqDk7L5nh10wDVLbrm5ZpA4x9V3umBc5D1YgW9P0ekf531zUHS6S4lzo/s200/blogethJPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529595307285965954" />Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-2788084392895917032010-09-17T20:27:00.001-07:002010-09-17T21:35:42.017-07:00Advice<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Last week, Tim and I managed to garner both praise (thank you, kind K4 teachers!) and criticism for a single, small parenting decision. Now, as those of you who are parents already know, people love to give parenting advice and everyone has an opinion. In fact, in my dad's words, opinions are like...well, nevermind. <div><br /></div><div>Anyway, what is interesting to me is that, as those who don't know us can tell from the picture at the top of this blog, this is not our first rodeo. In fact, we've been parenting with somewhat surprising consistency for 8 years now, so it's pretty unlikely that the criticism we draw from certain constituencies is going to change anything. But the critics somehow fail to recognize this and keep slogging on, hoping, I guess, to chip away at what they consider inept parenting.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>So, what is it, you ask, that we're doing so wrong? We like being with our children. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's it. They're young, and we <i>want</i> to be there for them now, today, while they still want and need us there. We're in no hurry to make sure they're independent, knowing that the solid, self-assured kind of independence develops in its own time, on its own schedule.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know, I know. Children are needy, in an omnipresent sort of way. They're messy, and they spill things you didn't realize were spillable. They have no concept of personal space, and they can resort to violence to make a point.</div><div><br /></div><div>But they're funny and heartbreakingly sweet and smart and sincere and intuitive. Mothering them, I realize in selfish moments, makes me who I want to be. Prior to becoming a mother, I'm confident that no one had ever complimented my patience. In fact, I'm pretty sure "patient" is right there at the very end of the list of words that could ever be used to describe my former self, falling just after "orderly." But in these recent years, especially since I've had three babies, strangers have commented on my patience, my calmness--several times over the past month even. I didn't know I had it in me. But wanting to be the best mother I can be to my children forces me to push myself, to try to be a better person, to try harder, and to love more.</div><div><br /></div><div>The most absurd piece of parenting advice I ever received, and I am not making this up, was this: "You can't let having a baby change your life." Well.</div><div><br /></div><div>I identify more readily with the wise words of British author and Ph.D. (in child development and psychology) Penelope Leach, who said, "If you really, really don't want having a baby to change your life, perhaps you should consider not having one." And closer to home, with the wise words of my sweet husband: "If having a baby doesn't change your life, you're doing something wrong."</div></div><div><br /></div><div>All said, I just can't get too wrapped up in the advice I'm given about parenting any more. I mean, I'm too far up the stream to change courses anyway, and the reality is that I'm enjoying these days with these delightful children, and that is what matters to me. And while the ultimate judge of good parenting is, of course, the Holy One, second on my</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6t_v1StXwaAAm2nTZFjfA22KarVaOIra15wDT9yR85YNy0tuTAIdKO9l9WaeBZbaNWsDFbVAKQ4h4lC57DFIgrKGREbzJhPs-4cQrFFXi_cpNzZGxTWZXx-SiSw0WWsNlZp4cFIKgYY/s320/EthelynandEthan.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518105952602602066" />list is my great-aunt, Ethelyn. When she complimented both my children and my parenting recently, I knew everything was going to be just fine.<div><br /></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-48892997202177193102010-08-05T16:52:00.000-07:002010-08-07T08:31:46.541-07:00Pirates and Princesses<div><i>"I hate being a kid," our daughter announces from her seat in the back of the Civic.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"You hate being a kid? You want to be a puppy dog or a horsie? A Santa Claus, or a scary monster?" our son queries, honestly questioning her motives. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"No, I hate being a kid!"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"You not hate being a kid! It's fun being a kid!"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>As the debate rages on in the back seat, Tim and I realize we've said too much in front of Emily about her upcoming tonsilectomy. And as necessary as I've come to believe the surgery is, I feel for her. It's </i><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>not</i></span><i> fun being told what you're going to do, or what's going to be done to you. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Emily seems to have inherited both my monstrous tonsils and my need to control the situation in which I find myself. From a young age, I always looked forward to being an adult, able to mind my own business and manage my own affairs.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Regardless, I've done the research and the tonsils need to come out.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Ah, the post above is one that I began back in December 2008 and never finished. Suffice it to say, the tonsils did come out. Emily will be the first to admit today that she's even glad that they did, despite the long and often painful recovery. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Rok me Mom," reads a note that I found just the other day, one she wrote during the time she spent healing from the surgery and one I saved to remind myself of these days when my ability to comfort her is enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>My princess is finding her own way amid the pirates, who both adore and torment her. As one of three sisters, I often wondered what it would be like to have a brother. Or two. And now Emily can answer the question for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>"I can tell you're going to be like your big brother," she tells baby Ethan while holding him on her hip, stroking his downy head. "You're going to hurt me, too."</div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C_i00sWdsmTkDYtgWIaH1sUFBw21AamqDs3sdGBGP88bP2ILzGfOJYlCExHzrdARgTBClBDRFI_NJrpmqpCqnwqp-yFxy7lBHScdRwznEBxA3d8z2XCJ282_DAsxiyEJh6yvJY-JHYI/s320/EJE1JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502433345266274418" /></div><div><br /></div><div>In the news just yesterday was a <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/MindMoodNews/sister-makes-kinder-person/story?id=11322440">study</a> suggesting that simply having a sister, regardless of other factors such as socioeconomic status or education level, makes one a happier person. If any sister will do, then I am the mother of two extraordinarily lucky little pirates.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-11290672760546599522008-11-20T19:23:00.000-08:002008-11-20T19:54:06.097-08:00Sister-atedIn an optimistic move, I elected to take both children hiking to the top of Pinnacle Mountain a week or so ago. I love hiking, and I particularly love hiking my local "mountain": a 1.25-mile trek up 1200 feet that allows a view of most of Little Rock, and more importantly this time of year, beautiful fall foliage. The children amazed me; Jackson only had to be carried once, on the way down, because he refused to actually go back down, repeating, "My want to go back to the top!" to every stranger we passed, hoping for sympathy, I guess. Emily hopped up and across rocks so quickly that grandmotherly types eyed me warily and voiced concerns for her safety.<div><br /></div><div>Three hours later, when we got back to the car, I could tell the trip had had the desired effect on the children: they were both exhilarated and exhausted. Jackson stared wearily out his window, but then finally put his thoughts into words as we drove through a rural area. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Mommy, is chicken made from roosters?" I asked him to repeat the question as my mind zoomed through all kinds of birds-and-bees scenarios: do I tell my two-and-a-half-year-old that yes, roosters do have a role in "making" chickens? But Emily immediately understood what he was asking, and came to my rescue. </div><div><br /></div><div>"No, Jackson. Chicken is made from chickens. And if you eat steak? That's from cows." </div><div><br /></div><div>Sibling communication. Even 3.5 years apart, the children seem to have a way of communicating with and understanding one another that only they comprehend. And several ways of tormenting one another.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I am just a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">susterated</span>!" Jackson tells me, not noticing my blank look.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Sisterated? Frustrated?" I ask.</div><div><br /></div><div>"No, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">susterated</span>! I am soooo mad!" he replies emphatically.</div><div><br /></div><div>But as frustrated as they often become with one another, it thrills me to note the genuine affection that they show one another most of the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>"When my get big, my go to Ah-eee's school with Ah-eee." Jackson has told me several times. I ask Emily if she'll walk him to his preschool classroom. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Of course!" she responds.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Will you kiss him goodbye?" </div><div><br /></div><div>"Probably not. Probably I'll just give him a hug and then tell him [lowers her voice to a whisper] 'have a good day!'"</div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-44377614423351261612008-07-30T13:07:00.000-07:002008-12-10T14:35:30.834-08:00Caillou and the Missing MemoryAlthough we live in a fairly suburban area, I want, like most parents, for my children to experience the best of all possible living environments. I want them to know the urban privilege of walking to the grocery store alongside the rural experience of growing and picking our own food for dinner. (Still, we may have taken the " eat what we grow" idealism too far. Last week at dinner, Jackson announced clearly, "I want a butterfly sandwich." The other three of us looked at one another in amusement and bewilderment--"Emily, what does he mean?"--until I finally figured out he was referring to the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">bowtie</span> pasta Emily was eating.) <div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNt39pKA9v0f_E4sx1kzFZANMDwSW9K8cB-wIEk0HuiKMbBURDpbQ3-UV98mgdiAJMupUTIHeYtex3Rea5WjUQIuLzWyugT0Ovguc5F2MhH99rOvmzmxDLQT8Xd6_OOtLxTVm2uA2JMWc/s1600-h/P5316814.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNt39pKA9v0f_E4sx1kzFZANMDwSW9K8cB-wIEk0HuiKMbBURDpbQ3-UV98mgdiAJMupUTIHeYtex3Rea5WjUQIuLzWyugT0Ovguc5F2MhH99rOvmzmxDLQT8Xd6_OOtLxTVm2uA2JMWc/s200/P5316814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228926014189687010" border="0" /></a></div><br />Despite the 100 degree temperatures, I'm determined to give my children as much time for outdoor activity as possible. Tim and I love being outdoors and we're really happy that our children seem to enjoy it just as much. So as part of my desire to create for them quintessential outdoor summer fun, the children and I set out last week to pick blackberries near our house on what used to be a dairy farm and what is now being rapidly developed as a church/apartment complex/retail property.<div><br /></div><div>Keeping the heat in mind, we prepared to go early in the day (although early for us is about 10 a.m.). We loaded up the bike-trailer-converted-to-a-double-running-stroller with water bottles, sippy cups, toys, several plastic containers for the dozens of berries we were bound to pick, and both children. Now, the children together at this point weigh in at about 72 pounds, and when you add in the weight of the stroller and its amenities, I figure the entire contraption, human and mechanical combined, is upward of 100 pounds. For the uninitiated, it tends to be hilly around here, which only serves to increase the concerned looks and comments I garner from friends and neighbors when I run alone. When I saddle up the big stroller, I try to do so as furtively as possible.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div>We had run no further than a quarter of a mile from our house when I spotted a DVD in the gutter in my path, sitting in some slimy water. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Caillou's Holiday M</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ovie</span>, an all-time favorite of my children (and therefore, a favorite of mine. Anything that occupies my children for 90 minutes in the car is a designated favorite, no matter how whiny the main character or how ingratiating the narrator). <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">How funny</span>, I thought, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and it's in perfect condition</span>! I backed up a bit and tossed it into the stroller right next to the kitchen sink. We'd find out which of the neighborhood children had lost it later and return it to its rightful owner. </div><div><br /></div><div>An hour or so later, our bellies full of blackberries, our arms scratched from thorns, and our composure nearly lost in the sweltering heat, we made our way back home. As I was being dragged by the stroller and its contents back down the big hill, I remembered something...spotty at first...but then with the details filling themselves in: my cleaning out the Honda the day before, Jackson wanting to watch Caillou, my placing the disc and something else from inside the car on top of the Honda...oh...and then all of us getting in the car to run an errand...<br /><br /></div><div>While it's not the first time I've driven off with something on top of the car, it is the first time I've found said object in the road and not even realized it was mine. It's also the first time I can't remember what else I left on the car's roof. My memory is definitely not right these days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily, I have two children with memories that function well--even perfectly. And really, it's only the day-to-day minutiae that I have trouble remembering--and they do that for me! "Mommy, remember you said that if I stopped pulling Jackson across the floor by his toes, that we could go to the pool?" </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I can do without the daily details--that's what my calendar is for (when I remember to write on it). But long-term memories: those are the ones I want to hold onto--the good and perfect ones we create every day as a family. 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqX42aDtV7YFA43f61wIJHKN7b87t-6-netaVJS6852tZiL9tc6_iXoCl1Q7AZDsfOJovYDXDb2QfSPCFhBxM2sWcmf0JhyphenhyphencUQs431Wn_2Dz2qRPA7vGo7rhb7SSLQoUbvVcAAT9ClNQ/s320/P3166352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193557608857187778" border="0" /></a>"Jackson, did you hit Emily with the baseball bat?" I ask wearily and not for the first time. "Yes!" he confesses so readily and happily that I have to stifle a laugh, my face a mask of non-expression. Then I tell him, "It hurts people when we hit them with bats. I will take it away if you use it to hit. Please tell Emily you're sorry and give her a hug." Although he didn't hit her hard (this time) and she's not really injured, Emily begrudgingly accepts his affection and apology. <div><br /></div><div>And I think, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Wow. This one is going to take me for a ride</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>You see, there's just not a malicious bone in that little 27 lb. body. But he goes at/into/up/around everything full-force. If it can be thrown, eaten, smeared, climbed, or flattened, Jackson is interested in it. Bonus points are given to items that are wet or sandy. The mud and rocks on the construction site next door have provided him with unending entertainment.</div><div><br />Indeed, Jackson is most at home when he's outside; he spends the majority of his time outdoors catching "pets" these days. To Emily's horror, he brought his pet slug upstairs to meet her while she was still in bed last week. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIMB8BMspxK7PxVzzKx7DUjAtYywpnMY1A4oldj4S4NHhzgqJTf0eCgQJqfO5ScabsawYigl-5cabQyIIcoY0zlWFCAoglmqZrAr1_-TlnMUunNM0Y2GHFAqyhbiG09ZDUKLRYXjYtFQg/s1600-h/P4216419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIMB8BMspxK7PxVzzKx7DUjAtYywpnMY1A4oldj4S4NHhzgqJTf0eCgQJqfO5ScabsawYigl-5cabQyIIcoY0zlWFCAoglmqZrAr1_-TlnMUunNM0Y2GHFAqyhbiG09ZDUKLRYXjYtFQg/s200/P4216419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193554082689037714" border="0" /></a>Unfortunately for Emily, Jackson mistook her fear and disgust for ignorance: obviously, Emily did not realize what a fun pet he'd found for them! "Slug, sllluuugg!" he enunciated for her benefit, crawling after her on the bed, one hand tightly gripping its slimy form.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />Luckily for all of us, Jackson's affection for animals met a more acceptable object this week, when we visited a friend's house where 3 newborn kittens were recently born.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc62SrP2ZcLzlTcnLDFhjpmqPhZEOD5kMogjw0xMjmGMUibGAuhCqw5nEtd-OfnQUQUFBhKjb3XU1QPvUo7mwTuiMORVUgYcik05RKNXAvRyG0lFxmi3rSFfqKilyGyVtpbE34yCUebhs/s1600-h/P4226443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc62SrP2ZcLzlTcnLDFhjpmqPhZEOD5kMogjw0xMjmGMUibGAuhCqw5nEtd-OfnQUQUFBhKjb3XU1QPvUo7mwTuiMORVUgYcik05RKNXAvRyG0lFxmi3rSFfqKilyGyVtpbE34yCUebhs/s200/P4226443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193554696869361058" border="0" /></a>"He like me!" he exclaimed, as the tiny cat struggled to free himself from Jackson's overbearing embrace. "My bring him home?"</div><div><br /></div><div>But where is home? "Want go home," Jackson would often tell me a few weeks ago, as we pulled into our driveway. "We are home," I'd explain at first, trying in vain to find a way to define such an abstract concept to toddler, "this is our house." </div><div><br /></div><div>"Want go <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">home</span>," he'd insist, dragging me back to the car or down the sidewalk, looking intently into my eyes. "Home."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Where is home?" I asked. He stared at me blankly. Ah, yes, he's inherited my sense of direction. "So...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">who </span>is at home?" I finally asked. Jackson's face brightened. "Nana! And Grandaddy! See Joy!"</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzdbimHDmQQm3hOk3lKJhNTgBqkJnqEOkCts-r9TfvSsFFKyausVR8_7Ub3meBYmMOzdhG3CR7DayFqnrhVrjivn48va-cpmzd1qVcRpBc5PProvXv5-4dmlv7-A5UTHVvg4gocp5h_E/s1600-h/P3096285.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzdbimHDmQQm3hOk3lKJhNTgBqkJnqEOkCts-r9TfvSsFFKyausVR8_7Ub3meBYmMOzdhG3CR7DayFqnrhVrjivn48va-cpmzd1qVcRpBc5PProvXv5-4dmlv7-A5UTHVvg4gocp5h_E/s200/P3096285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193555212265436594" border="0" /></a></div><div><br />Of course. Home is where the heart and the horsies are.</div><div><br /></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-77841279983397426332008-04-16T19:42:00.000-07:002008-12-10T14:35:32.954-08:00Almost Famous<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl73wpwZ02ARIkPmKALY3hE1E5msZev7ZA8IcrV7yD6-TxlzWCSZIci_CrA4iFuIPHyGkYITkO-QkTxOJyjEsVJWxUYteWbSDM3WYVEQdbi6ViDeSY0I3erBSSsW709B8VBnBx5KzM50A/s1600-h/PC255578.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl73wpwZ02ARIkPmKALY3hE1E5msZev7ZA8IcrV7yD6-TxlzWCSZIci_CrA4iFuIPHyGkYITkO-QkTxOJyjEsVJWxUYteWbSDM3WYVEQdbi6ViDeSY0I3erBSSsW709B8VBnBx5KzM50A/s320/PC255578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190043455585084098" border="0" /></a><br />Have you met the amazing Dr. Ethelyn Smith? I set out to post about her birthday today, but my sister Joy beat me to it--and summed up why she is so amazing much better than I could. Ethelyn is our great-aunt and she's 87 today! Click <a href="http://www.joyjohnson.blogspot.com">here</a> to read Joy's post about her. Happy birthday, Ethelyn!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-36643703608033886152008-03-31T20:14:00.000-07:002015-10-22T17:35:32.068-07:00The American WayIn what now seems like another life, I was a college recruiter and later, a corporate recruiter. Each fall, I'd spend roughly 12 weeks traveling from Sunday through Friday. 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Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-25892341510397168672008-03-17T21:18:00.000-07:002008-12-10T14:35:33.365-08:00Call a Child<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTnBsSF35NgJOWShgieEbr117UA8kWrROHb0BA2TSTkTt7Wllermg1qaoh7OyR0beVAC4rrHgVFBO6Pvh6hQUIuPLgdtHHiPOF6XHmQXq_a-tHbGyhZiC93SmPk6hi5dE3TN4_ae52HA/s1600-h/P3146331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTnBsSF35NgJOWShgieEbr117UA8kWrROHb0BA2TSTkTt7Wllermg1qaoh7OyR0beVAC4rrHgVFBO6Pvh6hQUIuPLgdtHHiPOF6XHmQXq_a-tHbGyhZiC93SmPk6hi5dE3TN4_ae52HA/s320/P3146331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178941140937339490" border="0" /></a><br />Perhaps you've heard Timbaland's hit song, "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePyRrb2-fzs">Apologize</a>"? Yes, you've probably heard it, but what you probably haven't heard is Emily's version of that very song, with its alternative lyrics.<br /><br /><div> </div><div>"It's too late to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">call a child</span>...it's too laaaaate! I said, it's too late to call a chi-hild, it's too late, hey, hey," she croons.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Stranger still is the fact that she would be under the impression that it's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> too "late" to "call a child." Where has she been living for the past 5 years? Certainly not in our house, where children are routinely up and about after 10 p.m.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Actually, that's not quite true, not anymore. Emily was such a night owl, and I think we probably encouraged that. Tim and I knew that we could simply put her to bed twelve hours before we wanted her up. Since I am not, by nature, a pre-9:00 a.m. person, we thought it prudent to have Emily up around that time. Oh, those days of sufficient sleep! I could stay up and work, read, clean--until midnight!--and still wake up at nine, refreshed and ready to go.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Sweet little Jackson. He was born easygoing, happy, and loving the early morning hours. Last week, I awoke groggily (as usual) to find his diapered bottom aligned with my head in the bed, his cheerful face smiling down at me. "It time to get up!" he announced. So we did, only to find ourselves halfway down the stairs with Emily lagging behind, still lounging in her room, unwilling to start her day. "Come on, Em-wee!" No response, then, "I coming to get you!" He's back in her room, climbing up onto the bed, falling into her arms, his head on her chest. "Hi, Ah-eee," he waves excitedly. Even Emily has to smile, and then they're together, holding hands, walking slowly down the steps, a morning ritual. An <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">early</span> morning ritual, at least by my standards and hers, but nonetheless, one we've grown to love.</div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-80452023791776571132008-03-11T15:00:00.000-07:002008-03-12T15:43:10.967-07:00Running On...Anyway<div>A couple of weeks ago, three friends and I teamed up to run the <a href="http://www.littlerockmarathon.com/">Little Rock Relay Marathon</a>. Now, the most important word in that phrase is the word <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">relay. </span>I ran 7.8 miles, not the 26.2 miles that the full marathoners endured, or even the 13.1-mile half marathon that my fast, fast sister Joy ran and took second place overall (and won cash!).</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>No, I staggered through the 7.8-mile third relay segment, and it felt something like cheating when I detoured from the full marathon course to go through my little relay chute and collect my medal and bag of post-race treats (Little Debbie cakes, mostly. Who knew a healthy, post-run snack could be so tasty?). It also felt something like necessary. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>You see, there was some doubt that I would even start the race. The day before, I felt off....like I was catching the virus my children had had for the past couple of weeks. "It's all in your mind," my <a href="http://www.joyjohnson.blogspot.com/">do-an-Ironman-even-with-the-flu sister</a> insisted. "You've just got to focus on something else." Right. So I promptly began focusing on finding out how many Ghirardelli chocolate squares one person can eat in a day.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>It didn't help. By that evening, when Joy's friends arrived to stay at our house before the race, I had a high fever and was huddled under three blankets asking, teeth clattering, "Is it just me, or is anyone else <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">freezing</span>?"</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>My running partner, Holly, came up with a plan. "Just have Joy jog over to your starting line after she finishes her half marathon, then she can run your segment with you. If it looks like you're not going to be able to finish, you can just put your race number and chip on her, and she can finish your leg." So, with a prayer, a codeine pill, a few extra blankets, and a fever of 102, I went to bed.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>The next morning, I woke up feeling great! Well, maybe great is an exaggeration, but I did feel determined to run, so I ran. I even met the (rather modest) goals I'd set forth for myself: I kept my average minutes-per-mile at 8:something, I kept my fever down (until later that afternoon, when it returned with a vengeance), and I kept my breakfast in my belly. </div><div><br /></div><div>Joy caught up with me and ran the last five miles of my run alongside me, which was helpful. Helpful, that is, if your definition of helpful is having a sadistic athletic machine run with you, talking incessantly, insisting you don't have to answer, then constantly asking, "What?? What did you say? What do you mean, you're tired?? Let's pick it up for these last two miles. Of course you can go faster. Did you know VO2 max is increased when you...." </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, Joy was definitely helpful, and I mean that sincerely. After all, I perform best when a race closely mimics my training. "Faster, Mommy. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Run</span> up the hill. Where is the park? When are we going to be home?" Did I mention I used to train with a Babyjogger?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-78910339889591179112008-03-04T16:44:00.000-08:002008-12-10T14:35:34.456-08:00Snow: The (Temporary) Cure for What Ails You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJt-kJnchCiJ2R_Y5gGolKWJzoFMLpJDUSG0QCBD1R06ld7dZa0YXcpwFIWgcpqhd4erVXnkiY_eFIWObVM4WpOUaBHStp6Zwj5JqjjWjQo1nlYFm1aQRHLsci3sIzx5q87weHigM3gQ/s1600-h/P3045896.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJt-kJnchCiJ2R_Y5gGolKWJzoFMLpJDUSG0QCBD1R06ld7dZa0YXcpwFIWgcpqhd4erVXnkiY_eFIWObVM4WpOUaBHStp6Zwj5JqjjWjQo1nlYFm1aQRHLsci3sIzx5q87weHigM3gQ/s320/P3045896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174096949138849714" border="0" /></a><br />Snow! 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At that, I leapt out of bed and raced (well, walked much more quickly than I usually do before noon) to the window. Snow, and a couple of good, sticky inches of it, had fallen quietly in the night.</div><div> </div><div><br />Now, part of the reason why I was getting up so slowly this particular morning was due to my dreading the morning's planned activity: a trip to the pediatrician. Both children have been sick for the better part of a week, and now the high fever was back, and it appeared Emily also had strep.</div><div> </div><div><br />But when I opened the blinds for the rest of the family, our troubles were momentarily forgotten. Jackson exclaimed (and I wrote this down, so I wouldn't forget it), "Look at all that...amazing!"</div><div><br />We'd been looking forward to a snow this season since, oh, November. You see, we'd made all kinds of plans with the neighborhood children--plans that involved sledding down the huge hills near our house, making snowmen and throwing snowballs, ice skating on the "lake" at the end of our street--well, you get the picture. (For any grandparents who might be reading, I won't dwell on our plans to sled behind the neighbors' 4-wheeler.) And it was kind of looking like we might not get that snow this year. And when your children are under six, next year sounds just about like next century to them.<br /><br />Well, as it turned out, both children were sick (just when you think you've heard of all of the nasty-sounding throat viruses out there, and believe me, I thought we'd had them all by now, they throw a new one at you. <a href="http://www.drgreene.com/21_1113.html">Herpangina</a>, anyone? Oh, don't look disgusted...you're over four, you've had it). We were glad (well, as glad as a <a href="http://www.kidshealth.org/parent/emotions/behavior/OCD.html">germaphobe</a> can ever really be to visit a microbe-infested superbug breeding ground) we schlepped it over to the clinic after all. But it also turned out that we thoroughly enjoyed our snow day! The schools were not closed, so our neighborhood friends couldn't join us, but we discovered that whether you're eating it, throwing it,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj9Mpy9NcDro-OAmq6a0Mym3Ks3Yzqoq8NKsPaS2A1pPaxnWWi7IrIjBhlfVM1OvUg3KRhNn4NUpIQeaSEZpV4pVgr8UaZjuQ5DYnHinVjor3DhOSPTKF0GMoH4qqWCD9sHNryDay8Hc/s1600-h/P3045952.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj9Mpy9NcDro-OAmq6a0Mym3Ks3Yzqoq8NKsPaS2A1pPaxnWWi7IrIjBhlfVM1OvUg3KRhNn4NUpIQeaSEZpV4pVgr8UaZjuQ5DYnHinVjor3DhOSPTKF0GMoH4qqWCD9sHNryDay8Hc/s320/P3045952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174097232606691266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzSKIytHtG9yIvtCqznyXWso60aW7bZBzDvWHb0OsZs4sFx5zm6bDCKWEHiY2ithTKW_lsM8j8L_rDtgJxhwVRvpg6__gH2K6164WSABBbDS8hlvpVDmzI9OKlQ8H1fuH3fMWqW2YabY/s1600-h/P3045967.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzSKIytHtG9yIvtCqznyXWso60aW7bZBzDvWHb0OsZs4sFx5zm6bDCKWEHiY2ithTKW_lsM8j8L_rDtgJxhwVRvpg6__gH2K6164WSABBbDS8hlvpVDmzI9OKlQ8H1fuH3fMWqW2YabY/s320/P3045967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174099277011124194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />or some combination of the two,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7-GyEcXYZL3bPWia8oWTlx-mMwKom3cBvzc8HMnRZtOR_Yv4PXKUDEwP4LBxwWswdrxRAL15hbAW0ybxzJn1AqFXcfQZ7G1TyvesMQweco1akbP47cWZsEB0h7JCzBFGag1h0YID1kg/s1600-h/P3046002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7-GyEcXYZL3bPWia8oWTlx-mMwKom3cBvzc8HMnRZtOR_Yv4PXKUDEwP4LBxwWswdrxRAL15hbAW0ybxzJn1AqFXcfQZ7G1TyvesMQweco1akbP47cWZsEB0h7JCzBFGag1h0YID1kg/s320/P3046002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174100183249223666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Yi4TMgYcmPq3aKnNQSOLthHv6VMmGNILU-WKyP6yvixH2G84nwox8iBCwHqi73MLuAx5cnYrO4KDRfK7d2ON3Y3yBz_7SE25vkZ83G3mvnaFH4TDPhhqvrUoHVrQqjeIm9EVJXu8EzY/s1600-h/P3046029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Yi4TMgYcmPq3aKnNQSOLthHv6VMmGNILU-WKyP6yvixH2G84nwox8iBCwHqi73MLuAx5cnYrO4KDRfK7d2ON3Y3yBz_7SE25vkZ83G3mvnaFH4TDPhhqvrUoHVrQqjeIm9EVJXu8EzY/s320/P3046029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174100544026476546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />snow can make you feel well again.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904994387729642375.post-75059964128392293772008-02-28T19:16:00.000-08:002008-12-10T14:35:34.607-08:00The Marsupial in Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuV3ybiepASIlf8ES-GhoAn-AUpsd8Vqa0gNuVXMJWx68jjp6w0NZ1YaeG-I8Ki-5mo7n0tN3zZr9UGyGWDjWitVSja14iiLvfVOHSRY_o8UdZbz88ThS8xxoBhIx5CMfp6-FhxOWJTI/s1600-h/PB115137.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuV3ybiepASIlf8ES-GhoAn-AUpsd8Vqa0gNuVXMJWx68jjp6w0NZ1YaeG-I8Ki-5mo7n0tN3zZr9UGyGWDjWitVSja14iiLvfVOHSRY_o8UdZbz88ThS8xxoBhIx5CMfp6-FhxOWJTI/s320/PB115137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172477123052220018" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>To those familiar with my <a href="http://www.attachmentparenting.org/support.shtml">parenting philosophy</a>, it will probably not come as much of a surprise to learn that I have wished, for a couple of years now, that humans had pouches. How much easier would it be, instead of manipulating an unwieldy <a href="http://www.mayawrap.com/products.php">ring sling</a>, to simply tuck your newborn into your pouch and head out the door? Public nursing becomes a non-issue; strangers no longer caress your baby's tiny cheeks; the baby stays warm and happy, and consequently, so do you! Of course daily, monotonous tasks would be easier--you now have two hands! two arms!--but the real freedom would lie in all of the other adventures you could undertake with your baby safely ensconced. An evening out? No babysitter, no problem! Want a little exercise? No running stroller required.<div><br /></div><div>But the reality, I suppose, is that holding a baby in your arms, to your chest, at eye-level, is what humans are made to do. Although I'd definitely have been poked in the eye a lot less, I'd also have had fewer little hands patting my cheeks, had my babies not been held. </div><div><br /></div><div>When she was a toddler, Emily wanted to be held constantly. She liked the closeness, certainly, but she also depended on my reactions to new situations to develop her own. Upon encountering something new, or scary, she'd stare deep into to my eyes as if reading my thoughts, gauging my insecurities, following my lead.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight, after their baths, Tim was dressing Emily and I was drying Jackson with his towel, when Emily started her late-evening-sick-for-two-days-can't-take-anymore meltdown in the next room. Jackson looked into my eyes, quizzically, then asked, "Crying?" "Yes, that's Emily, she's crying," I told him. He sat there thinking for a second, then looked up at me. "I go hold you." Then, running toward Emily, his chubby arms outstretched, anxious to hold the sister who outweighs him by fifty percent, "I go hold you, I go <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hold</span> you!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Could a pouch do that?</div></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677872089747914947noreply@blogger.com2