November 17, 2005
We Are Continuing Our Research
. . . into baby furniture and small layette items. Today we looked at cribs and changing tables.
We're starting to get an idea of what we want: it's just a question of finding it at the right price. Simple styling; sturdy and safe. Natural wood finish. Converts to a toddler bed.
With respect to things like onesies and diapers, I'll proably get a few of everything, but keep the receipts so everything can be exchanged if we get a one-year-old rather than a newborn, for instance.
But I'm flummoxed on bottles. Eventually I'll need a lot of them, since I probably won't attempt breatfeeding.
Plain old bottles, or one of those systems (e.g., Playtex) that keeps the baby from swallowing so much air? I'll make myself a sampler pack, I guess, and see what works.
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Yeah, skip the breatfeeding.
I vote for the liners as opposed to the old-fashioned bottles.
My advice--relax. it's nice to prepare, but no preparation is as important than the ability to pay attention to the child itself. i ;learned a lot of useful (rather than theoretical and sweeping) stuff from Brazleton.
Just as my kiod was born, Parent's magazine had an article comparing having a child to being a member of a cult. You know, you're completely taken by a charismatic character upon whom you focus all your attention. You exist on little sleep, and your diet becomes hit and miss, while you spend everyday making sure that the cult figure gets the best diet and plenty of sleep. And so on. it turns out to be pretty accurate. You end up meeting with members of other cults comparing the the daily facts of life for those in these cults. You talk of little else but your cult figure. And you should be smiling a lot, when you are not to tired to turn up your lips.
Soon after the baby comes home, have hubby let the baby sleep on his chest skin to skin. That way, he is sure to join you in the cult, and he will understand his loss of central position better.
Studies have shown that well over half of all mothers have imprinted on Dreft. i suggest using it.
One of the best lessons i ever had came from a friend. He was a very tactile person, having grwon up with twoblind parents. he had a child shortly before mine, and one day i was visiting him and his baby. At one point, he sniffed, smiled, and said, "Oh, boy, it's changing time. that's about the most fun time we have, at this age."
He proceeded to get down on the blanket on the floor with the baby, and spend a long time interacting with his voice,his face, his hands. he took his time getting the job done, obviously making the baby the center rather than completion of some task. For me, not then a touchy-feely kind of person, it was a great lesson. I never had a problem with diapers at all.
Don't worry about the bag. get the one you want, that does what you want. It doesn't matter if it has flowers and paisleys on it, your husband will gladly use it.
And ignore anyone who dwells on negatives. Especially those who say things like, "sure, they're cute when they're babies, but just wait until...." You know, the terrible twos, when they are teenagers, whatever.
Just remember that at an early age, thigs go by so fast that you should never put something off until later. take that picture now.
Try to make the intellectual realization that once the baby time is over, you will miss it immensely somewhat visceral, and enjoy it as much as you can.\
Don't worry about the housework or the dishes, your makeup or whether the clothes are wrinkly. It doesn't matter to the cult leader.
Babies don't need a lot of clothes. no baby needs a dress. If people insist on buying you clothes for the child, encourage them to buy larger sizes of functional clothes (we liked tees and Osk-Kosh Begosh overalls). that will help defray your costs when the child gets old enough to need clothes, basically, when the child starts to move on his own.
Paper diapers work better than cloth. We learned this fact the hard way. They are expensive, start saving now.
Repeat after me: the TV is not a babysitter.
Repeat after me: it won't kill the kid if you use the TV to baby sit once in a while.
Sorry this got long and preachy.
mostly, just relax. Trust yourselves.
Posted by: Averroes at November 17, 2005 04:59 PM (jlOCy)
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Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Posted by: Attila Girl at November 17, 2005 10:43 PM (JZqY7)
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Amen on the larger sizes – no two companies use the same size chart, and even average sized kids outgrow stuff way too fast. They sure don’t care if you have to roll up sleeves or cuffs for a few months.
As for Dreft – it’s a waste of money– all it is, is regular detergent watered down. I checked the patents (AG knows I’m a chemist). You can water Tide down yourself at 25% of the cost. After the first few months, the kid gets used to regular detergent at regular strength anyway.
I would have recommended Childcraft furniture after our first kid, but the stuff we got for my son a year ago was much lower quality – the drawers in the dresser stick in extremes of humidity – easily fixed, but for the money we paid, I expected better. The bed’s pretty good, and converts into a toddler bed and then into a twin. On our new one they changed the wood design and it’s easier for a babe learning to walk to find a place to grip and pull himself up. If they have a design like this
http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=sc_pgb_r_12_0_3666481/602-4834144-5398234?%5Fencoding=UTF8&frombrowse=1&asin=B0001UD18W
that you like, itÂ’s a good crib. Our new crib does not have that curved piece on the top of front vertical slats, they replaced it with what is essentially a two inch diameter dowel. There is a gap between the end of the vertical slats and the dowel that the putz can put his hands in to pull himself up. The harder that is to do, the better.
Posted by: John at November 18, 2005 07:25 PM (YFWw+)
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John, youmay be right about Dreft, but my recommendation is based on perfume.
I was thinking about that recently. It seemed to me odd that Dreft is used almost universally. I thought about all those mothers imprinting. It seems easier somehow to always imprint on Drefft.
But yur suggetion is certainly ok. Since you are so money concious, i'm surprised that you didn't reccomencd the store brand.
Attila, when i made the comment about "breat" i was taking a crack at yur spelling--i feel i have the right since i can't get anythng typed right most times.
But breast-feeding is great. if you can do it, you might try.
But i will tell you this. When my wife had an infection about four months after our baby was born, and had to give up breast feeding while taking an antibiotic, the baby took hapilly to bottles, and refused to return to the breast when ist was later offered. We thought it might have to do with my wife's huge breasts. Seems the baby was happy handling the bottle on her own, and was reluctant to give up her new found control.
She has always had a mind of her own.
Posted by: Averroes at November 18, 2005 07:57 PM (jlOCy)
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Hey! Everyone knows I take off my "proofreader's helmet" when I blog! How funny. But I
will have to do some bratfeeding . . . Actually, I've heard that statistically almost
no adoptive mothers are successful at nursing, and I know formulae are more sophisticated these days, so I've just decided not to worry about what the La Leche League might say.
I am going to look for unscented detergent. Lord knows I do now, because my allergies are so unpredictable (not bad like K's--but troublesome). Whether I'll be willing to spring for Dreft, I'm not sure. I'm pretty cheap. But sensitive to allergy issues . . . oh, the delicious agonizing I have ahead of me! (I might even play the "dad's a cosmetic chemist" card, and get him to find something unscented at the wholesale level. Or the "mom's a Costco junkie" card: "Mom? Could you pick up a drum of Dreft for the baby?")
Thanks for the tip on crib design. That's exactly the sort of thing I'm looking for: cheap, sturdy, safe. I'm looking at the best cribs now, and I'll likely get something second-hand that I trust to stand up to a second child. (Meaning mine: Attila the Hub and I will likely only have this one.)
Hey! This might even be fun!
Posted by: Attila Girl at November 18, 2005 10:40 PM (JZqY7)
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For stuff to last for the second child, make sure it either has threaded brass inserts or barrel nuts to hold hex nuts into the wood. Wood screws placed directly into wood can't really be retightened when (not if) the kid's jostling loosens the structure. Personally, I've found barrel nuts to be better than the brass inserts. I tighten them about once per year, in October when the New England humidity swings from 90% to 20%.
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November 04, 2005
I Saw the Most Beautiful Spider Yesterday Evening.
It was weaving a web on my balcony, and I could see it from inside and across the room: a reddish-brown, perhaps 2 1/2 inches across (including legs). What a beautiful creature.
My brother had a pet tarantula when he was in college. But don't tarantulas move less gracefully than little spiders? And somehow the little ones look sleeker. And I love their webs.
Perhaps I should have a boy after all, and we can play with trains together. And trucks. And spiders. And sidearms.
Though buying clothes might be more fun with a little girl.
With my luck, though, my child—boy or girl—will like lizards. I'm afraid of lizards.
Is he a cutie, or what? Bachelor #1 here is a native of Mexico. I'll see if I can get a digital pic of one of my arachnid roommates (our brownish outdoor spider, or our blackish indoor spider, who tried to help me read last night).
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A fellow spider-lover?! I never wulda thunk it!!
Tarantulas can be very graceful, I think, especially when they're doing that slow-dance thing. But they really do move very differently from regular spiders.
We have the most fabulous spiders down here. Just exquisite.
Posted by: k at November 05, 2005 03:25 PM (ywZa8)
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When I get more than one per room I start escorting them outside. And, of course, I periodically clear out the old cobwebs from the corners, to cut down on that "Addams Family" look.
But how could one not want a few spiders around? They eat the kinds of insects that carry human disease. How could that possibly be bad?
And there's nothing nicer than an ambitious and well-executed web.
Posted by: Attila Girl at November 05, 2005 05:54 PM (x3SIT)
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You and I are opposites - I love lizards but am much less than fond of spiders.
Posted by: Kathy K at November 06, 2005 11:42 AM (dSA+5)
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And K., as I recall, likes both
Posted by: Attila Girl at November 06, 2005 12:33 PM (x3SIT)
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Don't worry, little
Spider; I am indifferent
With my housekeeping.
>>>Zen Master Kobayashi Issa
(Better, but sacrificing the exact form for the English)
Don't worry, little
Spider; I'm an indifferent
Housekeeper.
Posted by: Averroes at November 06, 2005 02:45 PM (jlOCy)
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Oh, I do! Actually there aren't too many critters I DON'T love.
I have a lizard pin, gold with emerald eyes, that I wear almost always. It's my Lucky Lizard, and it's one-of-a-kind. I only take it off for stuff like landscaping. While I work, I sit in my yard and talk to the lizards. Feed them bugs, too. I met my neighbor Peter when he first moved in because I heard him in his own back yard - talking to his lizards.
There is one kind of spider I've been killing. I forget the name, but it has a very odd mannerism where it kind of hangs and bounces up and down? When they bite, the venom makes a weird bruise, very irregular, that suddenly completely disappears a couple days after the bite. It can really hurt, too, and the darn things have been crawling all over everyone's house the last few years.
I just took pix of a very beautiful huge garden spider the other day, out on plant rescues in a woodsy area. There was one spider on one side of a tree trunk, and a twin, two trees down. They make a huge perfect web across trails, so people frequently make their acquaintance by suddenly running into a huge spider sitting in the middle of its web, in the middle of the air it seems. Right around nose level as you walk down that trail.
Housekeeping? Funny thing is, most spiders themselves are really great housekeepers.
You know who else is? LMA!
Posted by: k at November 06, 2005 07:26 PM (M7kiy)
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Ha! I talk a good game, but I'm afraid lately I do a lot of the
wrong kind of nesting. There's messy nesting, and neat nesting. After trying for the latter for years, I've sort of settled into the former . . .
Posted by: Attila Girl at November 07, 2005 11:53 AM (x3SIT)
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October 20, 2005
I Had a Nightmare
That I was carrying a frightened child around in a dystopian environment, surrounded by violence and violent expressions of sexuality. I had to protect myself and the child at the same time.
But in the dream I had money. What does that mean?—that I'm more afraid of societal decay than I am of being broke?
Or that I'm still shitting gold bricks at the prospect of parenthood?
Note to self: What to Expect the First Year is not appropriate bedtime reading.
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I am not sure what to make of the comment of parenthood, but let me assure you that parenthood is both the most demanding and most rewarding endeavors you can engage yourself in.
Posted by: Howard Larson at October 20, 2005 06:12 PM (OrP59)
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What to Expect the First Year is not appropriate bedtime reading.
...or before meals for that matter. But it
is a most informative book.
Posted by: Seth Williams at October 20, 2005 09:26 PM (gZ11W)
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Now That We're Officially Approved
for adoption, Attila the Hub wants me to look into getting a crib or bassinette and a basic layette, since placement can take anywhere from . . . ten minutes to ten years.
(What we're being told is a year or two, but our profile is pretty desirable. And sometimes kids fall into the agency's lap rather suddenly, so my husband's correct: we should be prepared.)
If you hear about an unplanned pregnancy in your community, let me know. And if you hear about any good deals on cribs in Southern California, I'd love to hear about that as well.
Terrified right now. Just so you know.
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yay! for finally getting through the whole process to the REALLY hard part
As for cribs etc. There are only about a billion kids resale shops in and around our area. Worth a look. And the Rose Bowl Flea Market usually has a few nice ones for a reasonable price....
What about a car seat? You probably want to pick up one of those too if you don't already have one, since if you have to go pick the baby up, you'll need one to get him/her/them home
Posted by: caltechgirl at October 20, 2005 10:32 AM (/vgMZ)
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Oh, I got one of those a long time ago.
Posted by: Attila Girl at October 20, 2005 10:52 AM (LNv50)
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Margi is preggers, but I don't think she'd sell
Posted by: beautifulatrocities at October 20, 2005 12:54 PM (3RkbF)
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How about a long-term lease? I'll have to ask her.
Posted by: Attila Girl at October 21, 2005 12:08 PM (x3SIT)
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This is the best news I've heard in a long, long time.
Congratulations, to you both.
Posted by: k at October 21, 2005 06:19 PM (6krEN)
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Congratulations!
Parenthood is terrifying, but don't let that stop you from being deliriously happy, too!
Posted by: Debbye at October 21, 2005 08:21 PM (6XQtq)
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June 26, 2005
On Fatherhood
Debbye has a terrific
post up about the importance of fathers in the lives of boys. Fathers are equally important to girls, of course.
The specifics of the lessons could vary from generation to generation, of course (that is, we could argue all day long about whether it's a dad's duty to teach his boy how to fight). But the man's presence is paramount, and his abillity to convey an ethical code is absolutely critical.
And the woman in this situation needs to reject the fashion of belittling men and convey her respect for (and unity with) the man of the house. Likewise, of course, he needs to back up her decisions when she's taking the lead.
I know everyone's going to get mad at me, but I'm not trying to be PC, here. I'm trying to come up with a model of what might actually work. You know: in real life.
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Yes indeed. Fathers are most excruciatingly important.
That physically present father means kids are less likely to do drugs, drop out of school or get bad grades, cause or get an unplanned pregnancy, be a victim or perpetrator of crime, and on and on...When he's not just physically present but positively involved in the kid's life too, those statistics get even better. Way better.
A misconception about the statistical backgrounds of serial killers reads that the single biggest predictor is a "domineering" or "powerful" mother.
Wrong. That's the second biggest predictor, and by less than 50%. It also assumes the description is correct. I think it's often not, especially as it's self-reported by the killer, whose imprisonment is generally for expressing his fear and hatred of women by killing them.
The biggest predictor in a serial killer's background, by over 50%, is the physical absence of the father. That's either by abandonment - including via divorce, adoption, or not acknowledging or being acknowledged as father - or by the death of that father.
Add to that those fathers that are physically present but not emotionally there for the kid, and you go way, way up higher - into the 70's-% range.
More dads, more success. Better grades, happier girls and boys both, less crime.
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June 25, 2005
Adoption Update
Friday I went to see the social worker with our "adoption profile" in tow. Seeing her always reminds me anew how deep and dark my problem with authority figures truly is. When we had the home visit I managed not to freak out, but I was being asked for paperwork when I'd already cleared away all my clutter so the house would look neat. I did feel at times like I was close to tears.
Now I feel all those same things, but they don't get as close to the surface, post-prozac: I can maintain a little bit better. And I needed to on Friday.
The adoption "profile," at our agency, consists of two different things. First, there's a resume, which is silly information about age, religion and ethnicity, along with a photo (which renders some of the info listed below rather redundant: after all, can't the average birthmother look at the photo and figure out that we're white, and what color our eyes and hair are?). On the flip side of this sheet, in the same plastic protector, is a "dear birthmother" lettter, in which we talk about ourselves and our approach to parenting.
The second part of the profile is a photo album, and I was rather pleased with mine. I have a magazine background, so the layouts were clean, and my use of color was good. On the cover was a beautiful, artistic portrait done by Scanman in our backyard: Attila the Hub and are holding a tangerine out toward the camera, our eyes wide and knowing. It was a hip photo, beautifully composed, and my hand—along with the tangerine—was distorted because it was so close to the lens. The tangerine also lent it such a strong splash of color that I put this picture against a yellow background, and then constructed the "spine" of the notebook/album out of orange construction paper. On the back cover is more yellow background and a small, goofy picture of us eating home-grilled burgers and ears of corn on one of our anniversaries, with a little note: "thank you for looking at our profile." No one else does this on their profile albums, and Attila Hub compared it with those movies that have a small scenelet right after the closing credits, as if to thank people for sitting through them.
The social worker didn't like the front picture at all. "But it's art," I wanted to protest.
"You're not even smiling," she replied. I mentally stomped my little feet.
She got out a few other albums from her shelves. "This is what you're up against," she asserted, and then added quickly, "not that it's a competition."
"But it is," I acknowledged. And I looked through the other albums. They were very warm and reassuring. People smiled a lot. But the shots were ill-composed and the use of color was dreadful. Design elements were thrown around like so much confetti.
I was being told we might not get a child because we weren't Philistine enough.
Next she deconstructed the portrait of us that I'd used for the resume page (the flip side of the "dear birthmother" letter). Now I hadn't liked the way my hair looked in that shot, but Scanman and his office manager felt that the devoted way I looked into Attila the Hub's eyes said something about the relationship (probably that I'm terribly codependent). Scanmaster also insisted that Attila Hub looked younger in that particular frame, and that was important for adopting. (In retrospect, I think this might have more to do with Scanmaster's anxieties about fatherhood than the birthmother's, but we'll let that one pass. The fact is, Attila-Hub is, technically, on the far side of fifty despite his dashing good looks and even-steven blood pressure.)
No, no, insisted the social worker, who is a very nice person despite the fact that her job is to ride herd on me and push all my buttons. You both need to be facing the camera, and you both need big smiles. After all, a lot of the birthmothers see this one sheet first: we show them the resume before they see the album. If that single photo is appealing enough, some of them make their minds up just from looking at that.
I faced her and gave her a big smile. But my heart wasn't in it.
Meanwhile, she was scouring our album for more signs of my husband's teeth. "How come when he smiles we don't see his teeth enough?" she asked. It had never occurred to me that there was a correct number of my husband's teeth I should be seeing when he smiles. She turned to the trainee next to her and remarked that "Attila Hub has a marvelous, dry sense of humor."
I want to ask whether it would still be dry if he broke out into hail-fellow-well-met smiles all over the place, but I just folded my hands in my lap and tried to look obedient, and like I was hanging on her every word. And like I didn't think that the process of adoption—all things considered—sucks big donkey dicks.
In point of fact, she was probably right about all of this. But the life of a visual snob is hard and lonely, at least if you let on what you're thinking half the time.
If I had a blackboard here at home, I'd write on it : "I will not be arty, I will not be arty, I will not be arty."
And I guess I'll go look for more pictures of people—my husband in particular—showing teeth.
I can't go on; I'll go on.
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Rule number 1 of actress/model headshots/portfolios - if they aren't showing their teeth it's because something is wrong with them.
You aren't trying to impress the arty crowd. Some people would distrust you simply because you are in that crowd.... (How many people know Jimmy Carter was a nuclear engineer before he was peanut farmer?)
Best of Luck
Posted by: Zendo Deb at June 25, 2005 05:50 AM (S417T)
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I think parenting takes more true courage than any other human endeavor.
So if what they're doing is putting that to the test, you are passing with flying colors.
Because, as anyone can see, you are extraordinarily brave.
Posted by: k at June 25, 2005 07:09 AM (ywZa8)
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Well, Zendo--no one could accuse Carter of not showing enough teeth! The irony is that Attila Hub has a much nicer smile than I do: his teeth are straight and pretty white. Mine are slightly "bucky," and my smile just shows too much gum. Also, my teeth are chronically tea-stained.
K--believe me, I'm scared to death. But I'm being pushed by someone who insists, gently, that procrastination is not my friend.
Posted by: Attila Girl at June 25, 2005 11:17 AM (RGWNz)
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Great Godot reference!
Did she ask you to add in a few spelling and grammar mistakes to make you seem more 'approachable' too?
You definitely get bonus points for restraint.
Good luck.
Paul
Posted by: Light & Dark at June 25, 2005 01:30 PM (+Ds2b)
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Good luck, Atilla.
Being an adoptee, I say go for what you think is best. I have met my birth mother and, if she had the option of looking through photo albums to choose the family, I am pretty sure she would have loved the album you described over other, more Ho-Hum ones. (She's into scrapbooking.)
Trust what's in your heart... or gut, as the case may be.
Again, best of luck.
Steven
Posted by: Steven at June 25, 2005 02:35 PM (L5hEs)
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I do think it's wonderful that the young ladies (and sometimes middle-aged women) who make adoption plans for their children are treated with respect and allowed to steer the process. I know it wasn't always so in the past.
They are making such a huge sacrifice that I can't begrudge them the opportunity to pick. (They are also allowed to keep the album, and it's customary to send them annual letters and pictures. Some have yearly visits with their adoptive family.)
My social worker also tells me that the matches made by the birthmothers go more slowly than if social workers still got to make the determination--but that the matches are generally so right, it's spooky.
Posted by: Attila Girl at June 25, 2005 04:12 PM (RGWNz)
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Thanks for sharing this personal story. I found myself holding my breath as I read. We have three wonderful adopted nieces/nephew and so look forward to following you on your journey and celebrating when the new member of your family does arrive. And they will. In the meantime, we'll be praying for you.
Hang in there.
Posted by: Charmaine Yoest at June 25, 2005 07:33 PM (abYX5)
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I'm trying to be teachable, here. After all, these people know the "market." And, strictly speaking, she's only insisting that I replace two pictures.
Posted by: Attila Girl at June 25, 2005 11:34 PM (RGWNz)
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Funny thing about courage: If you aren't scared, you're not being brave.
Posted by: k at June 26, 2005 05:37 AM (ywZa8)
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I think you should keep your album like it is...okay maybe add a nice toothy picture but the person who is making the most important decision in your life will be the person who loves who you portray yourself as. I think trying to confirm to a cookie cutter album will do a disservice to the birth mom and to you... Good luck!
Posted by: jody at June 26, 2005 08:48 AM (ByVKO)
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Oooh. I was furious about that for, like, two years. "We're OVER-QUALIFIED! And young women can go out and have babies without going over ANY HURDLES AT ALL!" Which isn't true, either, but of course I was aggreived by THE UNFAIRNESS OF LIFE!
Never mind that it isn't fair for anyone. It wasn't being "fair" to ME!
You know what?--Fair is an event you go to in the late summer or early fall to eat ice cream and see who won the blue ribbon for best corn bread.
Posted by: Attila Girl at June 26, 2005 10:54 PM (RGWNz)
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I do. I make the best corn bread. The BEST.
Even if it is Jiffy Corn Muffin mix, gussied up. I could do exactly the same from scratch.
It's not just the substituting buttermilk. There's also a little cooking trick most everyone ought to know but don't seem to.
It's so light and fluffy it almost lifts itself off the plate. How often can you describe corn bread as "light" or "delicate?" And gooooood, good, good! SO tasty.
It's so dainty we can only use whipped butter on top, because regular butter isn't airy enough. It clashes.
My point? Maybe you should do an American Gothic photo. But substituting teeth for the Grim Visages.
See, it used to be fashionable to show you took life and your responsibilities quite seriously. That's why they didn't smile much in those old photos and paintings.
But we must strike a new balance these days. Expressing responsibility no longer cuts it! (According to your social worker.)
So: instead of a pitchforK? A nice nurturing mother-&-father-ly plate of cornbread! So light, it almost flies off the plate!
And big toothy smiles with which to eat it!
Posted by: ksquest at June 27, 2005 12:42 PM (M7kiy)
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Great idea. I should think about posting a few of the pix that are actually digital.
And there is that small pic of us on the back cover, eating corn on the cob.
BTW, I love to make cornbread muffins. But I like to add blueberries, and this often has the effect of making the muffins green. They look terrible, but taste great.
Posted by: Attila Girl at June 27, 2005 06:38 PM (RGWNz)
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Are you making duplicates? One for yourself, at least? Maybe you could post a digital copy of the whole book. I think we'd all really love to see it.
And who knows? - maybe the right birth mother - the one who actually values art over teeth - will see it and say, Finally, finally, a match for me. Surely there's more people out there than the adoption office serves.
And oh, lord, those blueberry corn muffins sound delicious! And cute, too, plenty enough. I don't care what food looks like, I want great flavor and smell and texture. (Green Muffins and Ham, Sam i am?) HMMM! which reminds me of certain very yummy-but-ugly mangoes.
If you're eating corn on the cob, that's not enough teeth for Social Worker?
Your blog always makes me hungry.
Luckily, I just pulled a batch of the infamous Sin Rolls out of the oven. Soon my 4 loaves of bread will go in. My whole house smells like yeast and cinnamon.
And I kneaded each batch, one right after the other, as usual, except - standing up. Not sitting on my high chair, my bread kneading chair. I stood up on my own two feet the entire time.
And breathed really, really deep.
It's working.
Posted by: k at June 28, 2005 07:22 AM (M7kiy)
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The agency wants four copies of the book. We're going to make a fifth copy for family and friends. You may get a copy of it with a note to pass it along to so-and-so at thus-and-such an address in Northern California or Illinois.
Posted by: Attila Girl at June 28, 2005 12:51 PM (RGWNz)
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Oh, goody!
And snail mail! I love snail mail.
It's so...retro.
And it keeps old co-workers in business.
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We mailed some mail at the Skokie post office while we were out there! It was very fulfilling.
Posted by: Attila Girl at June 29, 2005 06:36 AM (RGWNz)
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Oh, that's wonderful! I just KNEW you'd stop by there. Did you go inside for a behind-the-scenes tour?
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No, but we stopped by cousin Jim G's house, and I heard many, many stories about what it was like in the old days. Of course, Attila Hub had already told me a handful of these vignettes, but his cousin was the mother lode of post office anecdotes.
Sounds like a bunch of people with too much brainpower, and too much time on their hands . . .!
Posted by: Attila Girl at June 29, 2005 12:25 PM (RGWNz)
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Ha! That's it in a nutshell.
Well...not always too much time on their hands. They actually worked hard. (Attila Hub likely disagrees.) Part of the cut-ups were to relieve the pressure of working so hard, right? But they hire based on tests, so there are a lot of very smart, and very educated, people working there.
Anecdotes from that gritty behind-the-scenes perspective was a lot of why I signed up.
Plus, the physical labor, of course.
And neat equipment to ride around in, and to drive. And tip over.
ahhh, back in the day...
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May 08, 2005
Yesterday Evening
. . . we went to mass. It's our new rhythm, so I can go to T'ai Chi class on Sunday mornings.
As we walked in I was handed a prayer card with the legend, "blessings to you this Mother's Day" on it. As mass ended we were told that the cards had been given to the mothers in the parish, and I was embarrassed. I do look like a mother, of course: I'm more than old enough.
The Annual Ritual of Humiliation happened then, with the mothers in the church standing for a special blessing. I placed the prayer card in the little rack in the pew that holds the hymnals and misselettes. My husband retrieved it as the prayer went on and on: bless mothers and grandmothers and birthmothers. Finally: bless those who are trying to become mothers. I was crying by then, but only my husband could tell.
I simply cannot see why this is necessary: this is a holiday invented by commercial interests. Why would a church buy into it? That's just my head talking. In reality it's a fine thing to do: thanking people who do a job that's difficult and ofen underappreciated. But my heart aches.
I'm not one of those infertile women who cannot even go to family gatherings if children are going to be present. I still like being around children. But every now and then the pain catches up with me. My former roommate is pregnant now with her second son, and it seems, yes—unfair. This pregnancy is all my friends want to talk about, probably because some of them don't understand why anyone would want to have kids at all. But pregnancy is something I'll never experience again. When the baby comes it'll all be water under the bridge, but at present the whole thing still twists a knife in me.
As we leave church my husband takes the prayer card I had tried to get rid of out of his shirt pocket. "Happy Mother's Day," he tells me. "This should be the last year you have to remain sitting."
"Next month," I respond, "let's find out when, exactly, they are going to celebrate Father's Day, and just ditch church that day. I don't want you to have to go through this." I blink back tears. "At least they remembered birthmothers: this weekend has to be even more painful for them."
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I am sorry for your grief. My wife and I went through a long, increasingly-desparate time before the birth of our first child.
For what it's worth, while listening to a Teaching Company lecture series recently on the "Old Testament," I learned about the story of Hannah, mother of the prophet Samuel. You'll find it at 1 Samuel, chapters 1 -2. You might find something there to reflect on.
Posted by: Peter Sean Bradley at May 08, 2005 10:42 AM (pO1tP)
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Twins. That is what we got for our trips to the fertility clinic (which my grandmother hilariously called the "fertilizer clinic" - possibly the best malapropism ever). We were blessed, even if when we found out, I almost hit the floor.
I do not know your situation, of course, but my wife has Turner's. We thought that there was simply no way, and then there was. I'll say a prayer for you tonight.
DDG
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Three IVF cycles. No dice. They brought up donor eggs, and at that point I said, "let's just adopt."
Posted by: Attila Girl at May 09, 2005 09:19 AM (FAdyB)
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I'll tell you, my wife had some difficulties with Donor Eggs. Very compassionate, very real understanding of what it meant. I will say two things - that the twins are for us, the result of faith in action, and that they are enough in and of themselves.
The reality of them made the rest of it very clear to us.
So i think that I am probably not helping your situation. But our situation is one that we thank God for constantly - even when the older one has to be bodily carried from the restaurant tonight. The younger one and I enjoyed the desert.
Bless,
DDG
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Don't say that: you're helping quite a lot. I just happened to arrive at a different decision, for reasons I find difficult to express.
I'm hearing a lot lately about how everyone gets the baby (babies) they're meant to have.
Actually, our experiences with IVF are probably what led me to think about twins, since I knew multiples were a real risk when we were going through the in-vitro cycles. And I decided I rather liked the idea. People tell me I'm crazy, and that's okay, too. I probably am.
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February 25, 2005
On "Mommy Madness"
Iowahawk is on fire, writing on the
international effort to save wealthy women in Chicago and the coastal cities from the dangers of perfectionistic parenting:
From its inauspicious beginnings in rural Florida, the battle to preserve priveleged urban women's happiness has spread like wildfire. America's minority communities have been especially active in the cause.
"Suffering knows no color," says Latasha Evans, 26. "When I heard about all the career and time management struggles of these unhappy white women, I knew as a Christian, I had to do my part."
A mother of two in Harvey, Illinois, Evans persuaded her fellow parishoners at Calvary Zion AME Church to act on behalf of the victims. Evans' church choir, The Mighty Gospel Wings of Mercy, recently recorded a self-funded album to promote awareness of Affluent Supermom Syndrome. Entitled "Sweet Glory of Self-Esteem," the CD's proceeds will go directly to offset victims' Ballet and Pilates class dues.
Evans is also donating her time to the effort, travelling by CTA bus twice a week to Chicago's Gold Coast and North Shore as a volunteer care provider for needy white supermoms in need of a break for self-reflection.
"It's tragic when you hear, first hand, how these women don't get the parenting help they need from their male partners," she says. "The experience has made me realize how lucky I am to have D'Shawn [Collins], my babies' daddy, and the $150 he sends me most every month."
Read the whole thing, and if you really want to be good to yourself, follow his link to Lileks, who also weighs in on "Mommy Madness."
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February 17, 2005
I Just Walked Away
. . . from an
argument over at Dean Esmay's site with two guys named Kevin and Michael that started with a discussion of Alan Keyes' family life and mutated into debates on:
• Parents' obligations to their adult children.
• Whether the term "colored" is offensive.
• Whether homosexuals can really "love" each other as much as heterosexuals do. (I really got drawn into that?—can you imagine? Next, I'll be debating my stuffed Stoney the Bear doll about Marxist dialectic.)
• Whether adoptive parents can love their children as much as biological parents do. Naturally, at this point—being on the verge of adopting—I felt myself about to blow a gasket and withdrew from the discussion.
Anyone who wants to take on the Christian Taliban over there, be my guest.
In the meantime I'm left to reflect on my passion as a potential mother. So far, I've experienced the echoes of this in terms of being an aunt. As I mentioned over at Dean's site, I'm very protective of my nieces and nephews, and if anyone messed with them they would be very likely to look like Swiss Cheese afterward (depending on the ordnance used). But there's a kind of defensive anger there. What scares me is what I turn into when the anger, the defensive emotion, is removed and only the ruthlessness remains. There's a whole new level once I attain parenthood.
My husband had oral surgery once and I had to convey him home afterward. We stopped at the drugstore on the way for his medications, and there was a line at the pharmacy. I became charming, and engaging, and spoke with the clerk, and the pharmacist, explaining that my husband was post-op and dozing in the car and it would be terrific if they could get me his medications as soon as possible. I was not cranky, which is what normally happens when I experience delays. I worked sweetly with the employees at the drugstore, and I went out to check on my husband in the passenger seat of my Saturn a couple of times. And if it would have helped I would have taken a hatchet to the back of the counter girl's head. With a smile on my face. I was going to get the drugs for my husband, and get him home to bed in the shortest period of time possible. By whatever means necessary, and with no rancor at all.
"Swell," I thought. "I can teach my child how to be a cheerful sociopath." I'm hoping, of course, that my morals will come back, but later that day I thought of those fierce-yet-calm feelings of protectiveness and my blood ran cold. "That's what I'll be like as a full-time mom. Holy shit."
They say black bears are only dangerous if you stray close to the spot where one has hidden its food, or if you unwittingly get too close to a momma bear's cubs. And when the momma bear sees that and puts you down for good, she does it without getting mad at you.
It's just business.
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Of course it is just business. Parents - of all species - are supposed to protect their young.
Actually self protection falls into the same category, but parents are assumed to protect their offsprings' lives ahead of their own.
That isn't bad - that's life.
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February 06, 2005
Christmas
. . . is just like planning a wedding. Someone (generally the woman, if one's available) works her ass off, forfeits sleep, spends evey penny she owns, and sacrifices endlessly so a bunch of other people can have a good time.
But all the while, the woman is supposed to pretend that this is all really fun, and that there's nothing grander than busting one's ass for other people. "Hi, I've been up all night. Isn't it GLORIOUS?"
The saying, of course, with respect to weddings, is "the wedding is for your friends and relatives. The marriage is for you." Well, you know: half of it, anyway.
To be fair, I had almost no help when I got married. I understand that often the bridesmaids help out with various tasks. My bridesmaids could barely be bothered to show up for the fitting of the dresses they complained about endlessly, but didn't help to pick out.
Naturally, I'm frightened about the child or children: I know this will be a life-changing experience. I know it will be a lot of hard work. I just don't know if I'll end up feeling used, or taken for granted. I just don't want it to be like all the other projects I've worked hard on for essentially no payoff. (The assumption out there being that women simply like to work really hard to make other people happy, so the act itself is its own reward.)
What they tell me is that kids are so wonderful that it's terrific to have them around (once you're past babyhood and the terrible twos). They say it's different. They say the work is grueling, but at the end of the day you don't really mind.
Can I get some of that in writing?
UPDATE: Attila the Hub takes me to brunch and mentions that he's read my blog. ("Why are you reading my blog," I want to ask. "That's my secret diary, where I file away things that I only want the entire universe to know." I think better of it.)
"Are you angry?" he asks.
"Of course not," I respond, souding like a six-year old, only a bit less mature. And, of course, the six-year-old would have the wit to explain that it's only her imaginary friend, Binky, who had periodically resented the division of labor in the household. I'm fine, but Binky is concerned that she doesn't get stuck making dinner every single night, because it's hard to cook when you're an invisible person.
On the way home I come clean and discuss my fears about the responsibilities of childraising, and we have a good discussion.
But honestly. Can you imagine trying to live with me? He has the patience of a saint.
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My mother calls the rewards "Parents Paydays".
Here's One.
Posted by: Ironcross11 at February 06, 2005 07:35 AM (SDx7R)
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The reason I'm the last person who should say a word here is that I just never wanted to have kids, myself.
The reason I'm saying something anyway is, I saw my mom do exactly what you're talking about. She was "Perfect Wife." She dished it all up, perfectly, and did it smiling.
Here's only one example: When I think of all the time and effort she put in to making three nutritious, tasty meals for five each day - that also didn't bust the budget - and how often we said, "but I don't WANT that for dinner tonight!" - I cringe. Now I try to let her know how much I appreciate what she did. I say things like, I don't understand HOW you did that. Or, You must have been crazy!
What I would like to change if I only could, and how you can do it different, is to make sure all your support net type adults verify to your kids the value of what you're doing for them. Excellent mothering doesn't have to be taken for granted any more.
I wish someone had really talked to us about how hard it was for my mom to do that, how we should truly appreciate it, how hurtful it was of us to criticise in the rude way we did. I mean, my dad would yell at us here and there, but that's not at all the same. That just upset us. It didn't make us really understand. It didn't teach us day after day until our behavior changed.
For your own part? Don't let it happen that way any more. Stop the play if it goes in that direction. Have a wedding without bridesmaids. And demand help from those around you if you need it. Such things are really supposed to be a group effort anyway.
It's not right to let yourself be hurt that way. It's not fair to you. It's not fair to your spouse; then they have to deal with your hurts because they love you. It's not fair to your daughters and sons. It teaches that it's okay to let people take advantage of you.
And when that happens too many times, it takes all the joy out of Christmas or whatever, and all the givingness out of your spirit. Experiences like that, in the end, can just plain use you up.
Better to take the villification of those few jerks who will still object if you don't serve them in that Perfect Wife way.
You really can learn to do it different. Love, courtesy, and nurturing, don't have to include pulling all-nighters, going broke on ingredients, and being exhausted by the time the Event actually Arrives. You're an important part of it too, right?
I got infected with Perfect Wife syndrome too. It's almost eradicated, thank God, but I still do battle with it.
One thing that really helped was practicing Smart Mouth techniques. Like, "When's dinner gonna be ready again?" can be answered with "Soon, dear" (frantically ramp up cooking speed) or, "As soon as you get back from Lotus Chinese Kitchen. I'm too tired to finish. This now goes in the fridge. You can heat it up tomorrow, it's really good. Do you know how to work the microwave? I can teach you real quick." This can get you some rest for the night, and a very different experience next time around.
So practice new ways on dinner guests and you'll be ready when those kids turn up hungry.
k
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You say you want it in writing? Okie-dokie: http://www.baggage-and-blathering.com/archives/2005/01/17/286/
Bottom line, it's the worst-paying, highest stress job in the world, but it *is* the most rewarding. Really.
Posted by: Kathleen at February 07, 2005 04:32 PM (zGCA0)
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Ok, so I am guessing here that you are expecting? If so, congratulations!
What can I say that doesn't sound mushy? I can't. Having a child is simply experiencing the most love you will ever feel your entire life. It is heart bursting out of your mind love. Your shocked at your feelings. Really.
There are hard days and there are perfect days, but nothing on this earth is more fulfilling or frustrating.
My only advice is time old. Cherish every single moment. It flys by and when they are older, you would give anything to have them little once again.
Posted by: Rightwingsparkle at February 07, 2005 08:04 PM (x81gL)
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Laugh all you want.
As long as I can talk you into watching Supernanny.
Aquiring a kid would terrify me. If I watched Supernanny carefully and diligently first, I would feel MUCH better.
The brats on the show are your worst nightmare. She turns them around and teaches the family how to have a happy family life again. This means:
-the fear of the unknown is resolved - it's made known how really HORRIBLE they can be
-over and over, it gets resolved. The worst of the worst become WONDERFUL, sweet, loving, interested kids.
It's all about mutual respect. She teaches them all HOW not to let those kids TAKE ADVANTAGE of their parents.
It's great. It really is.
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I saw one episode; although she had to camp it up a bit for the camera, it appeared that she had some sound techniques for managing children.
We're still thinking 1-2. "Never three," I tell my husband. "Then we'd be outnumbered."
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 08, 2005 12:38 AM (RjyQ5)
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Attila Girl,
I don't think any of us has any idea what we are getting ourselves into.
It kicks my ass almost everyday. I have learned more patience and self-control than I ever thought possible of myself. There are times when I want to scream at the top of my lungs; when I want to kick R for his presumptions; I want to smack little ole ladies for smiling at me and telling me to "slow down;" when I want to run away and indulge in my secret-single-behaviors for weeks at a time; when if one person asks me what is for any meal, I will throw the food on the floor and tell them to have at it.
It is and will be the most annoying, frustrating, exhausting work that will ever be required of you. There will be times when you will truly think yourself absolutely crazy for having decided to do this.
You will come to realize, however, that in the rearing of this human soul, you have more influence than through anything else you will ever attempt. It will be daunting. The first years are the easiest in some respects because they seem to love you so very much, and are so direct in their desire for your love and attention. As they become older, we have to rethink our strategy. It can be very hard to let them grow-up; to loosen our control over their every decision. That is when we must trust that the foundation we laid while they were still suckling at our breast, or on our laps for books, or snuggling with us during a movie is solid and firm. The coach-friend mode is challenging to our parental logistics.
Your body will never look the same, but you will come terms with it, and perhaps may even find some tiny bit of acceptance with the stretch marks on your stomach and breasts. Like so many other scars, they represent hard work, effort, and perhaps, even love.
All that said, AG, it is true, that while I have moments of thinking "What the f*** have I gotten myself into?" and moments when I want to pull all of my hair out, they really are small and few (though powerful, I cannot deny). They seem so large because, for me, recognizing that I was still a good mother despite these feelings of inadequacy and anger took a very long time. They won't appreciate completely what you have given to them until they are adults. Remember, the view from greater heights allows better perspective.
Would I do it all again? In a heartbeat, because that is (well, and you-know-what
) all it took to get them here, and it took millions more to make it happen.
Congratulations
(P.S. If you want to read what the real pregnancy and first years are like, go read
Operating Instructions by Anne Lamott. You'll laugh your arse off, cry, and realize, you're not the only one, and feel better and inspired.)
(P.P.S. I told my husband when we had our third child, "we're in the zone now, no more man-to-man.")
(P.P.P.S. Supernanny seems to be mostly reminding the parents that they
are the parents. Be firm when they are young, and they will still be demanding, but it will be easier for you to say "No!" mean it and mean it, have them listen, and for you all to have fun.)
Posted by: Rae at February 08, 2005 09:37 AM (zrGpp)
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Yes! Supernanny kicks ass. Those parents seem afraid of discipline, like:
-any discipline at all is inappropriate or "mean"
-the kids will stop loving me
-people will call me a bad parent
Miss JoJo never raises her voice at naughty kids, or causes them physical pain. Not even a hard grasp as she holds a struggling screaming kid's arm. Yet her disciplining is fair and extremely effective.
I love her explicit instruction plans for "repairs." She's a superb problem solver.
I also recommend Good Dog U on Animal Planet. You'll see the importance of clarifying relationships among the pack: ie, parents are parents, kids are kids. Good Dog U is all about educating people even more than dogs.
An untrained dog is not a happy dog. They're wired to need to know proper behavior so the whole pack functions smoothly and happily. If they don't know it, they're confused and upset and disruptive. Us too.
I'm not just talking about kids here. Good Dog U teaches proper adult-adult behaviors, and things like Identify Bad Guy. Boundaries. Rights and responsibilities. Good Dog U can help a lot with bridesmaids issues.
[You'd never guess I want to punch those bridesmaids in the nose. No good dog would dream of behaving like that.]
k
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In fairness, one was in med school, and the other was working on her doctorate (as well as being painfully shy). Another, suggested by my husband, just informed me three months or so in advance that she wouldn't be able to participate. The remaining one is the husband's sister. She showed up for the "bridal luncheon" 15 minutes before the restaurant closed for the afternoon, after a day of shopping with a friend.
So the "bridal luncheon" was just my med school friend and me.
What a miserable process that was. I've never ordered the pictures from it, either: I have the proof book, but I just can't bear to look at them, much less order the final album. Ugh.
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Yikes! Do you mean the pics from the bridal luncheon, or the wedding itself?
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The wedding. I have the proof book, and I guess that feels like enough.
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Your exquisite wedding picture - the one I nagged you so long for? - has pride of place in my workstation. It sits there and smiles at me every day.
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I can't remember which one that was. Is it the one in front of the church, or the one where I'm laughing too hard (the "tooth shot"?).
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It's in front of a church-type setting but it seems to be inside not outside. You're smiling, but probably only you would think it was too much. There are lots of nice flowers and things around, and some beautiful decorative work, plaster maybe? on the walls, with arches and dentillation and columns. It may be an altar in front of that wall? some table-type thing, very very beautiful.
It's just an incredibly glamorous, gorgeous, happy picture. Everyone who sees it kinds of gasps and says, Who's this?
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January 30, 2005
Seeing Double
Martha Brockenbrough, writing for MSN "Encarta,"
discusses the sub-culture of twin-dom, and the possibility that calling the Olsen twins fraternals is really some sort of publicity stunt, given that they are dead-ringers for one another.
After all, plenty of identical twins write with different hands. (In fact, though Brokenbrough doesn't cover this ground I wonder if the Olsens could be identical twins who formed later: apparently, the later the egg/pre-embroyo splits, the more the identicals will have in common. If it happens very late [yet not late enough that they are conjoined and therefore "Siamese" twins], one often gets "mirror image" twins, who share DNA but have organs on complementary sides.)
On the other hand, I certainly knew one set of twins who were technically fraternals, yet hard to tell apart. Heck—sometimes that happens with siblings who are close in age and share all the same features.
The two twins I know best, Professor Purkinje's boy-girl fraternals, don't even necessarily look like they're the same ethnicity. (This was the case between my two-year-older brother and I; he shows all the Creek Indian genes, and any black ones we've got lying around in the bloodline: dark skin, dark curly hair, high cheekbones. Other than my full lips and our both being smart Alecks we have nothing in common physically at all.) The professor's kids are an amazingly beautiful dark-haired girl and a light-haired boy who looks a little Celtic for my money. People will be mistaking him for a gentile, left and right.
I still want to adopt twins. But the odds are not in my favor. Not at all. Or a redhead. Or redheaded twins. If we got redheaded twins I'd start getting up every morning and going to mass during the week. At 7:30 a.m, which is like the rest of you doing it at 3:00 in the morning.
Did you know that every now and again a set of identical twins marries another set of identical twins, and that in each household the nieces and nephews are genentically equivalent their own kids? (I'll have to use that in a murder mystery someday.)
As for the Olsen twins, Wikipedia has an entry on them that includes a chart explaining all their differences—subtle to the outsider, presumably glaring to those who know them.
To me, though, the mystery is how the dynamic works among groups of triplets. I've been told that the most common configuration is "a pair and a spare." If you're the fraternal twin, and the two other triplets are identicals, do you feel perpetually left out? How does that alter the family dynamic?
Professor Purkinje tells me to give up on the romantic assumption that all twins play nicely together and entertain each other, making them "easier" to raise than singletons. After all, sometimes the twins are fraternal boys who fight a lot.
So there's that.
UPDATE: The good professor informs me that if we adopt twins—redheads or not—I'll be getting up by 7:30 anyway, but it won't be to go to mass. However, he's not the least bit clear on why I'd do such a thing.
Perhaps he thinks I'll be so excited to have babies in the house that I'll be blogging more than ever. That's certainly possible, but I should imagine I'll do that at night.
Hm. Very mysterious.
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Our twins, fraternal, boy and girl, were not, repeat, NOT easier to raise than their two older brothers. They did entertain themselves, though, by egging each other on to all kinds of mischief.
My older sister's twins were identical, just not to each other. One was, and is, a dead ringer for my (and, of course, my sister's) mother, the other was and is a carbon copy of our mother's younger sister. Their voices are even like the women they look like. When one called me after some surgery and I was kind of spacey from the drugs I fell back to sleep thinking my Mom called, she'd been gone for some years then. Toni recalls that it was one of the strangest conversations she'd ever had.
Dunno what this has to do with anything, just don't expect twins to be easy, they'll keep you busier than a one-armed wallpaperhanger.
Posted by: Peter at January 30, 2005 08:28 AM (+7VNs)
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the right/left handed twins you were referring to earlier are gnerally referred to as "mirror twins", kind of a neat phenomenon. I had friends in school who were mirror twins, and in fact if you held a mirror to the side of their faces, you would see the other twin in the mirror. It was pretty creepy. They were pretty damn identical, too.
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 30, 2005 09:39 AM (bwprt)
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Dorothy L. Sayers used the "mirror twin" phenomenon in a mystery story once.
Where I was going with that was that those who maintain that the Olsen twins are not identical by virtue of their being different-handed are not taking into account the existence of mirror-image twins.
Peter, my mother continues to call me by my aunt's name, and my aunt's by mine. I've stopped correcting her. Of course, this may reflect my mother's absent-mindedness more than a resemblence of me to my aunt.
Posted by: Attila Girl at January 30, 2005 01:27 PM (RjyQ5)
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LMA, your self-description here is most intriguing. Where's a pic? :-)
Posted by: McGehee at January 31, 2005 07:26 AM (S504z)
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That's something you, of all people, should be able to figure out. The truth is out there.
Posted by: Attila Girl at January 31, 2005 12:05 PM (RjyQ5)
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Me and my twin used to cooperate to get into trouble. We would beat the child proof doorknobs (the ones you have to squeeze and turn) by one of us squeezing and the other turning the first's hands.
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Professor Purkinje and his wife had the baby monitor on in the twins' room until they started hearing instigations of trouble, wherein one would have an idea for mischief and the other would end up going along with it.
They decided it was unethical to listen in, cute as the discussions were to hear, and turned the monitor off. How many parents have that kind of self-discipline?
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