30 August 2010

1st Day of School

School started today. Mr. Smiley is sleeping and I'm having a hard time getting my thoughts to be in one place for some reason Big Sister was thrilled to be going to school today. She has been counting down for weeks. On Friday morning she came into my room and said, "Today is Friday. That means there are three more days until school! And then tomorrow there will only be two more days. And then one more day! And then school! So needless to say she was really excited. My Dad took her shopping last week and bought her a new backpack. She really wanted a rolling backpack and the only one they had left that didn't have a bunch of characters on it was a grey and blue one. It was definitely not one that I thought she would pick out, but it was the one she wanted. She kept saying, "It's kind of boyish, but it's not. I like it." I am so proud of her self confidence. I think I'm more self-conscious for her. At school today I saw two other boys--not in her class--with the same backpack. I'm not sure she noticed, I just hope kids aren't mean. I'm probably worrying about nothing but isn't that what parents do? I'm just so proud of the fact that she knows who she is. She doesn't have to have pink or purple things just because she's a girl. 

Ready for the first day!

Mr. Smiley was happy too!

When we got into her classroom, she found her desk and on it there was a pack of crayons with her name on it. Then inside her desk she had a couple notebooks and they all had stickers with her name on it. She was so excited. She's a good girl who loves people and I know she'll do great!

At her desk, ready for the day!

13 August 2010

Welcome Abbie!

On Monday my sister had her first little girl and she is just perfect. I went up there to "help" her for a couple days. I say "help" because I had to bring my two kids and added with her two boys it was kind of a disaster. I spent most of the two days trying to keep Mr. Smiley out of the toilet (Mr. Smiley thought it was especially fun to throw toys in the toilet) and the office (he loves to climb chairs to get to the computer) and stop Big Sister fighting with her cousin.  It was great to see them and meet my new niece though.

We did have some fun times though. The kids played in the mud, played with lots of toys and watched the Wizard of Oz for the first time. Here are some pictures I took while I was there.

Grandpa and Baby Abbie
Big brother Tanner
Proud Daddy
Proud brothers!

06 August 2010

Call me crazy, but I have no interest in eating my own placenta

Today a Facebook friend of mine--well she's really just someone I went to High School with, not really a friend. Actually she's someone who had piano lessons before me and happened to be in the same High School. Anyway, it's not like we're close. I'm going to just forget that giant grammar error and just continue, okay?? Okay. So this girl, she posted a link to this story on her Facebook profile today: Afterbirth: It's What's For Dinner with comments indicating she obviously was in favor of ingesting your own placenta.  A couple of the later comments said things like, "I've heard of people doing that" or "That sounds cool."

Personally that completely disgusts me. I get the whole natural health benefits of it but really? Most animals eat their placentas after birth but does that mean humans have to as well? I don't buy that logic at all. We are humans after all and able to use our brains and discern between instinctive behavior and thought. Between acting like an animal because we know no other way, or acting like a human. Just because we can, doesn't mean we should. So I said, "I don't know. That kinda grosses me out..." Perhaps I could have worded it differently but I wasn't feeling up to it at the time.

The thing is, I feel SO guilty! I don't know what it is about disagreeing with someone that makes me feel guilty. I have no intention of hurting her feelings. I did not attack her personally. I don't care if she eats her own placenta, but I sure as hell won't be doing it. I'm sitting her thinking and wondering whether I did the right thing, by sharing my opinion. The thing is deep down I know that differences in opinion are not wrong. They spark conversation, they could even end up bringing two people closer together, but I still worry about it! I know, call me crazy. 

I try not to share my opinion on Facebook because I don't really like getting into debates. I know I probably should, especially about important topics but people can be very attacking. But I gotta say, this time I just had to say what was on my mind.  

Am I the only one that feels this way?