We finally got a whole weekend of rain in North Texas! Hooray! Our yards need it!
We rely a lot on the local park to let The Boy work off his energy. So a rainy weekend, welcome as the water may be, makes for a long weekend inside the house for a very active toddler. After playing chase around the house, hide-and-go-seek, tickles...pretending to feed his menagerie...lunch out, going grocery shopping and working on letters, numbers, shapes, colors, and sight words, we started to run out of things to do on Saturday.
Luckily, my sister-in-law "liked" a page on Facebook yesterday around nap time that featured homemade play dough. Brilliant! I looked up a recipe for cornstarch play dough on the Internet, and got to work. I used gel food coloring to make the colors vibrant, like store-bought Play Doh.
My play dough was ever-so-slightly stickier than the real deal, but I think I used too much water, so I would advise to follow the recipe at that link precisely. One batch made four small balls of play dough.
When The Boy woke up from his nap, all three of us got to work with the cornstarch play dough, and a fun time was had by the whole family!
The Boy playing with his play dough:
Dad's green piggie just before The Boy got his hands on it:
The Boy disassembling Mom's pink and yellow angel:
You can store the play dough in the fridge in a plastic container with a damp sponge or paper towel to keep it moist. We can't wait to have more fun this afternoon with our rainy day play! (P.S. Yes, The Boy tasted it, but since it's just cornstarch, salt, water, and food coloring, there's no need to worry about toxic whosie-whatzits getting into his system.)
You could even use this recipe to make Christmas ornaments! Just dry it at low heat in the oven and then spray it with lacquer. I think that may be a project for another rainy day.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
To be still
We're very busy people. It's not just work that makes us busy. We feel like we need to fill every moment with edification. If we aren't improving -- either ourselves or our child -- then we are wasting time. I'm not making any ground-breaking statements, here, I realize.
So tonight, after bath time, when it was reading and singing time, and The Boy preferred, instead, to sit on the floor between my legs, leaned back against me, enveloped by me, and do nothing else but be still and quiet with his mom for 20 minutes, it was unexpected. We were supposed to spend these last moments doing things together. But it wasn't just that he was content to be still, but that I, at first, was not. I kept asking him if he wanted to sing this or read that. He'd shake his little head "no." No, he wanted to sit with me and be still. At first, I was a little nervous doing nothing, a little impatient. But slowly, I relaxed and I understood that we were, in fact, doing something together: we were being still.
There's a lot to be learned from this little bundle of 18 months of human. He knows what so many of we adults have forgotten: there is pleasure, there is meaning, there is value, there is edification in simply being in the presence of another human being who loves you and whom you love in return. You do not always need an activity to have a meaningful time. You can simply sit with your darling loved one and be still.
So tonight, after bath time, when it was reading and singing time, and The Boy preferred, instead, to sit on the floor between my legs, leaned back against me, enveloped by me, and do nothing else but be still and quiet with his mom for 20 minutes, it was unexpected. We were supposed to spend these last moments doing things together. But it wasn't just that he was content to be still, but that I, at first, was not. I kept asking him if he wanted to sing this or read that. He'd shake his little head "no." No, he wanted to sit with me and be still. At first, I was a little nervous doing nothing, a little impatient. But slowly, I relaxed and I understood that we were, in fact, doing something together: we were being still.
There's a lot to be learned from this little bundle of 18 months of human. He knows what so many of we adults have forgotten: there is pleasure, there is meaning, there is value, there is edification in simply being in the presence of another human being who loves you and whom you love in return. You do not always need an activity to have a meaningful time. You can simply sit with your darling loved one and be still.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Blueberry Muffins
The Working Dad and I enjoy a good blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee of a Saturday morning. And I enjoy baking them. The problem is that I feel sort of guilty carbing out in the morning . . . particularly this morning when I cannot exercise because I have to rest, having strained a ligament in my posterior doing a cartwheel this past Wednesday. Yes, really. Hopefully, I'll be back in my running shoes by Monday.
So I experimented this morning with stuff we had in the pantry and fridge in attempting to make a healthy-ish muffin, and it turned out pretty well! Since it turned out so well, I decided to do a little self-congratulatory blog post and share my success. So here we go!
The Working Mom's Whole Wheat Blueberry Carrot Muffins
Ingredients:
1 c whole wheat flour
1/2 c rolled oats
2 tsp baking soda
1/2 c granulated sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
1 c carrot puree (I made my own in the blender from some carrots we had in the fridge and a little water.)
1/4 c 1% milk
1 egg
1 c frozen blueberries
2 tbsp granulated sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
Heat oven to 375 degrees convection (or 400 regular). Mix dry ingredients together. Mix wet ingredients together. Stir the blueberries into the dry ingredients until they are just coated. Fold wet ingredients into dry ingredients+blueberries until incorporated. (It took me about 15 strokes.) Spoon into your muffin pan. Mix 2 tbsp of granulated sugar with 1 tsp cinnamon and sprinkle over the top of the muffins. Bake for 15 minutes. And you get this!
They're quite moist and not at all chewy, like recipes that lack oil can sometimes be. Here's my pig, Charlemagne, enjoying one with coffee.
And they even garnered the approval of the biggest food critic in the house, The Boy.
If it passes the 17 month old toddler test, I'd say I've actually done something good this morning!
And . . . according to this website, here's the nutritional information on them (which may or may not be accurate).
Kind of on the high end with regard to calories and sugar. (Carrots have a lot of sugar in them.) But not bad on the fiber, huh? You might be able to omit the egg and reduce the sugar to 1/4 c, which I might try next time, which would reduce the calories and sugar.
If you try them, I hope you enjoy them!
So I experimented this morning with stuff we had in the pantry and fridge in attempting to make a healthy-ish muffin, and it turned out pretty well! Since it turned out so well, I decided to do a little self-congratulatory blog post and share my success. So here we go!
The Working Mom's Whole Wheat Blueberry Carrot Muffins
Ingredients:
1 c whole wheat flour
1/2 c rolled oats
2 tsp baking soda
1/2 c granulated sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
1 c carrot puree (I made my own in the blender from some carrots we had in the fridge and a little water.)
1/4 c 1% milk
1 egg
1 c frozen blueberries
2 tbsp granulated sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
Heat oven to 375 degrees convection (or 400 regular). Mix dry ingredients together. Mix wet ingredients together. Stir the blueberries into the dry ingredients until they are just coated. Fold wet ingredients into dry ingredients+blueberries until incorporated. (It took me about 15 strokes.) Spoon into your muffin pan. Mix 2 tbsp of granulated sugar with 1 tsp cinnamon and sprinkle over the top of the muffins. Bake for 15 minutes. And you get this!
They're quite moist and not at all chewy, like recipes that lack oil can sometimes be. Here's my pig, Charlemagne, enjoying one with coffee.
And they even garnered the approval of the biggest food critic in the house, The Boy.
If it passes the 17 month old toddler test, I'd say I've actually done something good this morning!
And . . . according to this website, here's the nutritional information on them (which may or may not be accurate).
| Calories | 97.7 | |
| Total Fat | 1.0 g | |
| Saturated Fat | 0.3 g | |
| Polyunsaturated Fat | 0.3 g | |
| Monounsaturated Fat | 0.4 g | |
| Cholesterol | 15.7 mg | |
| Sodium | 15.7 mg | |
| Potassium | 82.6 mg | |
| Total Carbohydrate | 22.8 g | |
| Dietary Fiber | 2.6 g | |
| Sugars | 10.2 g | |
| Protein | 2.6 g | |
Kind of on the high end with regard to calories and sugar. (Carrots have a lot of sugar in them.) But not bad on the fiber, huh? You might be able to omit the egg and reduce the sugar to 1/4 c, which I might try next time, which would reduce the calories and sugar.
If you try them, I hope you enjoy them!
Saturday, August 4, 2012
The Ferberized Family
About a week ago, I wrote of how a mini-breakdown fueled by complete exhaustion impelled me and The Working Dad toward employing the Ferber Method of sleep training with The Boy, and I promised I'd report back on how things went. (Click the link on the word "wrote" if you'd like to read more about how we got to Ferberland.)
So, here's a night-by-night synopsis of our Ferberization week. The general evening schedule we planned out was as follows:
7:30 -- Bath
8:00 -- Quiet time, read books, listen to music, quiet play, cuddles
8:30 -- Bedtime
I will call this the "Evening Routine."
We chose 8:30 as The Boy's bedtime for the purposes of the Ferber Method because Dr. Ferber suggests that when you employ this sleep training method, you choose a bedtime that is no earlier than the time your child regularly goes to sleep. The Boy typically would start to get drowsy at 8:30 -- and it had been his general bedtime when he was first sleeping through the night -- so we chose 8:30.
Monday, July 23rd, Night 1:
This day was discussed in my prior post, but to recap, we did the Evening Routine. He started screaming immediately. We went back to check on him at three minutes, then five minutes later, then seven minutes later, then ten minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes. He fell asleep around 9:39 p.m. He woke up at 12:30 a.m. I checked on him after a three minute wait and then after a five minute wait, but he fell asleep before the next seven minute wait was up. He woke up again at 2:30 a.m., but went silent before the first three minute wait had passed. It was the same story at 4:00 a.m. The Working Dad woke him up at 7:00 a.m. and he acted like he wanted to go on sleeping, but he was soon a cheery, smiley, happy toddler.
Tuesday, July 24th, Night 2:
We did the Evening Routine. The Boy cried again when I put him down. I waited five minutes to go check on him. At the five-minute check, he was rubbing his eyes and voluntarily laid down to sleep when I went to place him on his back. The next check was supposed to be seven minutes later, but he did not cry after the first check. He was asleep before 9:00 p.m. He woke up at 11:44 p.m. and 3:01 a.m., but was asleep again before the first five minute wait was over. He woke up on his own at 7:24 a.m.
Wednesday, July 25th, Night 3:
We did the Evening Routine. It was a bit of a struggle to get all the way to 8:30 p.m. because The Boy was so sleepy. Now, that The Boy is sleeping longer hours, he actually seems to want an earlier bedtime. But, at least for the first week, we strove to keep bedtime at 8:30 p.m. When I put The Boy into his crib at 8:30, he flopped over onto his tummy, laying on his lovey. He cried for a couple of minutes after I left the room, but was asleep before the first check, which was to be after seven minutes this night. In other words, he was asleep before 8:37 p.m., which was extraordinary! He woke up briefly in the night and cried out, but went straight back to sleep. He woke up on his own at 7:30 a.m.
Thursday, July 26th, Night 4:
By now, we were really feeling like we were accomplishing great things. The Working Dad and I, while still fighting off the colds we'd caught due to our prolonged sleeplessness, were getting more rest. And The Boy was well rested too, which paid dividends we didn't expect: Fewer tantrums.
We did the Evening Routine. Despite the fact that it was becoming more and more difficult to get to 8:30 for bedtime, The Boy still did not want to go to bed. It is a hard thing to deal with as a parent because, basically, The Boy does not want to go to bed because he wants to hang out with us. Because we know that one day, he won't want anything to do with us, and because we really enjoy hanging out with him too, it takes some discipline as a parent to, nevertheless, refuse to give in to the temptation to satisfy your own desire and his and let him stay up. The child needs his sleep. And so do his parents.
One of the things the Ferber book recommends (and that I do), is to tell the child at certain intervals how long there is left before bedtime/lights out. So at about fifteen minutes before bedtime, I tell The Boy that we have fifteen more minutes. I also tell him that we can read one/two/three more books and then bedtime. So this night, despite the fact that he was obviously tired, The Boy tried to prolong bedtime by handing me more and more books to read. I suppose he thought that I really liked reading these books (which isn't wrong), and if he would just hand me more to read, I would just keep on reading and he could keeping hanging out with Mommy and not go to bed. It's sweet, and a little heartbreaking.
When I stood up from the floor and said it was bedtime, he fussed briefly, but settled down when I put him in his crib. He laid quietly on his back and resignedly turned his head to the side. I couldn't help feeling a bit like I had somehow broken his will. And that didn't feel great.
But, really, that is exactly what was happening. It was a battle of wills, The Boy's versus The Parents'. There will, I think, inevitably come a day when he will be in charge. But, for now, The Working Dad and I are The Boss. It is not the first time that I have had to remind myself that I am the grown up in the situation and it is my responsibility to make sure he gets enough of everything he needs: food, shelter, sleep, love. It is okay if he's mad at me every once in a while because, in doing my duty toward him, I have not done his bidding. And I think that's what that little resigned head turn was about: he was mad at mommy.
There were no night wakings by The Boy this night. Unfortunately, The Working Dad and I were still recovering from our colds, so we woke ourselves up a few times in the night with our coughing. The Boy woke up on his own at 7:30 a.m.
Friday, July 27th, Night 5:
We did the Evening Routine. It was still a struggle to get to 8:30. He fussed a little bit when I said it was bedtime, but did not fuss or cry when I put him in his crib, but laid right down ready for sleep. There were no night wakings. The Working Dad and I slept until 8:00 a.m.! (But The Working Dad was up for a span of the night, coughing, poor hubby.) I went to The Boy's room to check on him, and he way quietly laying in his crib playing with his lovey. He was happy to see me and pleasant, smiling.
Saturday, July 28th, Day and Night 6:
This was our first Ferber day in which we had him all day and were responsible for naps as well as night sleeping. The Boy typically takes a nap at school from about 12:45 to about 2:45. It makes the most sense to keep him on this schedule for the weekends. So, after getting him out of his crib at 8:00 a.m., I gave him breakfast of a cereal bar and milk, and then he and I went to the gym and let Dad get a little more rest.
We have consistently had difficulty getting The Boy down for a nap on the weekend, so we were hopeful that Ferber would help with our nap situation too. At school, there is usually a mid-morning snack before lunch, so I gave him a graham cracker and water while we were at the gym. The Boy's class usually eats lunch around 11:00 a.m., so that's when he got lunch at home too.
At noon, we went up to his room and had quiet time just like at night. I had had 12:30 pegged as the time I would put him in his crib for a nap, but at 12:22, he walked over to where his froggy blanket was laying on a chair, picked it up, grabbed his lovey, and then crawled into my lap ready for a nap. I cuddled him for a few more minutes and then put him in his crib with absolutely no fuss. I said, "love you, bye-bye," and as I went out the door and he called back to me, "Bye!"
Whew! That was easier than I thought!
He slept until about 3:00 p.m. and The Working Dad and I got a few things done around the house. (And I wrote a blog post about running skorts.) When I went into The Boy's room to get him, he was all smiles and he said, "Hi!" I gave him a snack and we went to play at the indoor playground at the mall because it was 105 degrees outside.
At night, we did the Evening Routine, except that it was so difficult to get to 8:30 that we decided not to keep struggling. We put him to bed at 8:20. He did not wake in the night, except . . . .
At 5:09 a.m., he woke up. The Ferber book says that if the child is awake at 5:00 or 6:00 in the morning, he is not likely to go back to bed and you shouldn't use the method anymore. Just start the day. Still . . . it was five o'clock in the morning on a Sunday. And The Working Dad and I, inured to The Boy's sleeping so soundly until 7:30 a.m. or later, stayed up watching the Olympics and playing Words With Friends with each other. Oh, we would have loved to have slept another two hours!
So I waited. He quieted down by 5:14 a.m., so I thought we were safe. Alas, he started yelling again at 5:24. I went to check on him. He was standing in his crib holding his Elmo puppet, rubbing his eyes, clearly still tired. I debated whether to pick him up, as Ferber would advise, or lay him back down. In engaging in this internal battle, I stayed longer than the 1 to 2 minutes advised by Ferber. I decided to try to put The Boy back to bed . . . since he was clearly still sleepy. I was back in bed by 5:30. Still, he was up crying again at 6:03. Dr. Ferber was right. He wasn't going back to sleep. We were up for the morning.
So here's what The Working Mom and The Working Dad learned in the course of this very early morning: (1) when the child gets Ferberized, we all get Ferberized, and (2) any sleep past 5:00 a.m. on the Ferber Method is bonus sleep. Never take it for granted.
Sunday, July 29th, Day and Night 7:
In an efforts to get The Boy to a noontime-ish naptime, we gave him breakfast around 6:30 a.m. We let him play for a bit (until he pooped), then we went to the grocery store around 8:00 a.m. Then we came home and while I gave The Boy a mid-morning snack of yogurt, The Working Dad unloaded the groceries. Then The Working Dad and I got dressed for the gym and we all went to the gym. At 11:00 a.m., we came home and gave The Boy lunch. At 11:30 a.m., we had struggled long enough and The Boy and I went upstairs for some quiet time. I put him into his crib at 11:50 a.m., and he giggled as I put the blanket over him. He was ready for his nap!
At 1:10 p.m., he cried out. We waited. By 1:15 p.m., he was quiet again. I woke him at 3:15 p.m. because we did not want him sleeping all afternoon such that he would not be sleepy at bedtime. I offered him a snack, but he did not eat much of it. As a consequence, he was pretty cranky until dinner, which was at his favorite Mexican restaurant. (And smearing black beans all over your face has a way of cheering a body up.) When we got home, it was a little early for bathtime, so he and I shared a single serve package of Goldfish graham crackers for dessert. (He likes to reach his hand into the little bag . . . he also likes to feed me crackers, which is fun.) Then we did the bedtime routine with one exception: we put him to bed at 8:00 p.m. because he was so, so tired. He woke up at 6:19 a.m. the next morning, crying, but was soon soothed with some milk and Cheerios.
And after the First Ferber Week . . . .
The second week of the Ferberized Family, we stuck with the 8:00 p.m. bedtime because he is obviously tired by 8 o'clock. But he does not seem to go to sleep any earlier, seems crankier during the day, and seems to wake up more frequently in the night. So as of this weekend, we have gone back to the 8:30 bedtime, which really does seem to fit his little circadian rhythm.
Final Thoughts: The Ferber Method is not for everyone, but it has been a mostly effective means of addressing our sleep problem with our willful and persuasive toddler. Fingers crossed that we all continue to get more restful nights' sleep.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
In defense of the running skirt
The ladies on one of my favorite podcasts, this week, quizzically mused about the running skirt/skort. They seemed, at a minimum, bemused by the prospect of running in a skirt:
"When did skirts become work out gear?"
"I don't know, and it doesn't seem comfortable."
"Is it somehow an offshoot of tennis?"
"What's the point?"
"I ran a road race recently, and every time a woman passed me in a skirt I was like, 'Fuck, I can't let that girl pass me. She's wearing a skirt! That's not okay!' "
Oh, ye, of little chub-rub . . . .
So, here, my dear weekly Double X Gabfest friends, let me elucidate "the point" of running skirts. Here's the one that I wear running, five to seven days a week:
This is the Brooks PR Mesh Skort II. It is available in black, gray, pink and light blue. I have it in all four colors. It features little stretchy-pant shorts underneath. There is a little pocket on the side of the right short leg and a little zipper pocket at the small of the back. It is, in fact, incredibly comfortable to run in -- far more comfortable than your normal running shorts.
And why is that?
Well, for many of us who are not so blessed that we can stand with our feet together and see daylight between our thighs, regular running shorts bunch up in the crotch. This phenomenon of running gear is the opposite of comfortable. Your thighs end up rubbing together, and they get chafed. You spend time you should be just running tugging your running shorts out of your crotch. It's not fun to run this way. It's not easy to run this way. It's a little embarrassing to be constantly pulling at your crotch as you skip down the road. Digging your shorts out of your crotch does nothing for your minute/mile time. It is way more comfortable to run in this skirt because the little stretchy-pant under-shorts do none of this annoying crotch-bunching. They stay in place half-way down your thigh throughout your run. I have run farther and faster this summer because I've been running in this skirt. (And I have lost more weight on account of it -- some running bodies are not yet perfect, but are actually chasing perfection.)
So why not just wear the little stretchy-pant shorts without the skirt apparatus over it?
Oh, slim-thighed friend, if you've got chub-rub enough to make crotch-bunching a problem, then you've also likely got a couple of little saddlebags hanging around your posterior too. Nobody wants to show off those jiggly bits while they're running. (And I'm going to guess that nobody wants to see those jiggly bits bouncing past them either.) So the skirt gives you a little modesty when wearing your stretchy-pant shorts.
Plus, yes, they're pretty darned cute, especially when worn with a long-sleeved (yes, even in the summer, even in Texas -- it saves your skin) running shirt like this:
Running shoes like these:
And a running hat like this:
So lay off the running skirt, ladies! I've lost 12 pounds and two jeans sizes while running in this skirt. Sure, maybe I look like a middle aged mom as I run down the street in my skort, but, well, that's what I am. But there is no denying that I am a happier runner because of this skirt. See you at the 5K! Catch me if you can!
Location:
Dallas, TX, USA
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Ferberizing
So.
Several months ago The Boy got sick. The Boy got off of his sleep schedule, and we were never able to get him back to the old schedule. The Boy, for several months, has been waking several times during the night. Lately, he will be awake for, literally, hours in the dead of night wanting to play.
It's difficult not to love the fact that he wants to hang out with us.
Still. We are exhausted. My exhaustion culminated on Monday, July 23rd when I couldn't get a particular computer do-dad to work at the office and I burst in to uncontrollable sobs. I'd only had about an hour and a half of sleep, after all. And it was not the first night of too-little sleep for me, The Working Dad, or The Boy. I ended up going home for the day and sleeping, using way too many hours of my ever-dwindling leave balance . . . needlessly, really.
When we first got The Boy on a sleep schedule, we didn't have many tears. I would simply put him in his bed and every time he stood up, I'd lay him back down until, eventually, he fell asleep. Then I left the room. Admittedly, this took a big chunk of the evening, but it would work eventually and we were proud that he was "sleeping through the night" around age seven to eight months.
But that was back when a night waking might go on for 30 minutes to an hour with a kid who was still learning to crawl. Hours-long night wakings with an out of control toddler have literally been wearing The Working Dad and me out . . . weakening us to the point that we actually were getting sick. It was affecting our ability to function at work and, indeed, The Working Dad and I were arguing in very irrational ways that I can only attribute to exhaustion.
Besides, the method we used before no longer worked with The Boy, now a toddler. If you put him in his bed, he would scream, not merely stand up and look at you, but scream. So in the last several weeks, we have employed a variety of ever-more elaborate techniques to get The Boy to sleep and those techniques had developed some bad sleep habits and associations for The Boy. Those inappropriate associations needed to be corrected in order for him to be able to have a restful night's sleep. He had become dependent upon, inter alia, The Working Dad dancing him to sleep to do-wop music, for instance. This was untenable in the long run. We needed a new way.
I had heard about the Ferber method, but had rejected it because I thought allowing a child to cry was cruel. Plus, it hurts me to let him cry like that. But desperation and not having any other answers led me to reconsider. Also, at our last pediatrician appointment at 15 months, The Boy's doctor said that we might need to employ a little "tough love" to get him back into the habit of regular sleep.
So. I bought Dr. Richard Ferber's book for Kindle. We implemented the strategies set forth in Chapter 4.
It has been like magic.
The first night, The Boy cried for a little over an hour. Here's how the schedule went down:
7:30 p.m. -- Bathtime.
8:00 p.m. -- Read books in The Boy's bedroom floor while listening to music. This part was just lovely and so much fun. The Boy, who is usually so rambunctious that getting him to sit still to read had been a real challenge, was very happy to sit in my lap and allow me to read several books to him. (We listened to Rock-a-bye Baby, Beatles, by the way, which was a shower gift from a high school friend and college sorority sister. Thanks, again, sweet friend who knows who she is!)
8:28 p.m. -- Music off, night light on. Cuddles.
8:30 p.m. -- Bedtime. Hugs. Kisses. "I love you. Night-night."
8:30:30 p.m. -- The Boy commences screaming.
I and/or The Working Dad went back to check on him, hug him, reassure him (but never lifting him out of the bed, per Dr. Ferber's instructions) that we were there at three minutes, five minutes, seven minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes and then . . . at 9:39 p.m., The Boy instantly fell silent. Standing at his door, you could hear the deep breathing of sleep. At about 10 p.m., I crept into his room to see him cuddling his lovey, sound asleep with his tushy in the air. It was amazing.
He awoke at 12:30 a.m. I checked on him at three minutes and five minutes, but he fell silent before the next seven minutes had passed. At 12:50 a.m., I again went in to check on him: sound asleep with his lovey, tushy in the air.
He awoke again at 2:30 a.m., but was silent again before we even made it to the three minute mark for the first check. Around 4 o'clock a.m., it was the same story.
The Working Dad woke him at 7 a.m., his normal waking time, and he wanted to go on sleeping, even though he had had between 9 and 10 hours sleep that night. This is a child who in recent days and weeks had been averaging 6ish hours of sleep a night. (Kids his age need between 12 and 15 hours sleep a day. He was no where near getting that much.)
We are now on Day 2. The evening ritual went down the same way as above, but this time, we waited five minutes before the first check. The second check was supposed to be seven minutes later, but he did not cry again after the first check. In fact, when I checked on him at the five minute mark, he was rubbing his eyes and he voluntarily laid down on his back to sleep. He did not cry again. I just crept into his room to check on him, and he is sound asleep.
I know that this method is controversial, and people think it is cruel to allow a child to cry. Hey, I thought it was cruel too. But The Boy is, we are told, among the easiest kids to put down for a nap at School. If this is the case, then he already has the skills to go to sleep on his own. It was The Working Dad and me, with our well-intentioned but apparently ill-advised interventions, that prevented that from happening.
(I will say this, though, I think that it is important to read the book, or at least heavily skim it, in order to understand what the sleep issues are and to determine whether your problem is merely bad habit, or something more serious. It's also important that you understand the method so that you can implement it properly. You might even want to throw in a call to your pediatrician if you're not sure whether it is a problem of habit or a health issue.)
Now, perhaps, it will all fall apart on Day 3, but so far, it seems to be working for us and we seem to be on our way to having a happy well-rested family again. I will report back in about a week with our one-week results.
Several months ago The Boy got sick. The Boy got off of his sleep schedule, and we were never able to get him back to the old schedule. The Boy, for several months, has been waking several times during the night. Lately, he will be awake for, literally, hours in the dead of night wanting to play.
It's difficult not to love the fact that he wants to hang out with us.
Still. We are exhausted. My exhaustion culminated on Monday, July 23rd when I couldn't get a particular computer do-dad to work at the office and I burst in to uncontrollable sobs. I'd only had about an hour and a half of sleep, after all. And it was not the first night of too-little sleep for me, The Working Dad, or The Boy. I ended up going home for the day and sleeping, using way too many hours of my ever-dwindling leave balance . . . needlessly, really.
When we first got The Boy on a sleep schedule, we didn't have many tears. I would simply put him in his bed and every time he stood up, I'd lay him back down until, eventually, he fell asleep. Then I left the room. Admittedly, this took a big chunk of the evening, but it would work eventually and we were proud that he was "sleeping through the night" around age seven to eight months.
But that was back when a night waking might go on for 30 minutes to an hour with a kid who was still learning to crawl. Hours-long night wakings with an out of control toddler have literally been wearing The Working Dad and me out . . . weakening us to the point that we actually were getting sick. It was affecting our ability to function at work and, indeed, The Working Dad and I were arguing in very irrational ways that I can only attribute to exhaustion.
Besides, the method we used before no longer worked with The Boy, now a toddler. If you put him in his bed, he would scream, not merely stand up and look at you, but scream. So in the last several weeks, we have employed a variety of ever-more elaborate techniques to get The Boy to sleep and those techniques had developed some bad sleep habits and associations for The Boy. Those inappropriate associations needed to be corrected in order for him to be able to have a restful night's sleep. He had become dependent upon, inter alia, The Working Dad dancing him to sleep to do-wop music, for instance. This was untenable in the long run. We needed a new way.
I had heard about the Ferber method, but had rejected it because I thought allowing a child to cry was cruel. Plus, it hurts me to let him cry like that. But desperation and not having any other answers led me to reconsider. Also, at our last pediatrician appointment at 15 months, The Boy's doctor said that we might need to employ a little "tough love" to get him back into the habit of regular sleep.
So. I bought Dr. Richard Ferber's book for Kindle. We implemented the strategies set forth in Chapter 4.
It has been like magic.
The first night, The Boy cried for a little over an hour. Here's how the schedule went down:
7:30 p.m. -- Bathtime.
8:00 p.m. -- Read books in The Boy's bedroom floor while listening to music. This part was just lovely and so much fun. The Boy, who is usually so rambunctious that getting him to sit still to read had been a real challenge, was very happy to sit in my lap and allow me to read several books to him. (We listened to Rock-a-bye Baby, Beatles, by the way, which was a shower gift from a high school friend and college sorority sister. Thanks, again, sweet friend who knows who she is!)
8:28 p.m. -- Music off, night light on. Cuddles.
8:30 p.m. -- Bedtime. Hugs. Kisses. "I love you. Night-night."
8:30:30 p.m. -- The Boy commences screaming.
I and/or The Working Dad went back to check on him, hug him, reassure him (but never lifting him out of the bed, per Dr. Ferber's instructions) that we were there at three minutes, five minutes, seven minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes and then . . . at 9:39 p.m., The Boy instantly fell silent. Standing at his door, you could hear the deep breathing of sleep. At about 10 p.m., I crept into his room to see him cuddling his lovey, sound asleep with his tushy in the air. It was amazing.
He awoke at 12:30 a.m. I checked on him at three minutes and five minutes, but he fell silent before the next seven minutes had passed. At 12:50 a.m., I again went in to check on him: sound asleep with his lovey, tushy in the air.
He awoke again at 2:30 a.m., but was silent again before we even made it to the three minute mark for the first check. Around 4 o'clock a.m., it was the same story.
The Working Dad woke him at 7 a.m., his normal waking time, and he wanted to go on sleeping, even though he had had between 9 and 10 hours sleep that night. This is a child who in recent days and weeks had been averaging 6ish hours of sleep a night. (Kids his age need between 12 and 15 hours sleep a day. He was no where near getting that much.)
We are now on Day 2. The evening ritual went down the same way as above, but this time, we waited five minutes before the first check. The second check was supposed to be seven minutes later, but he did not cry again after the first check. In fact, when I checked on him at the five minute mark, he was rubbing his eyes and he voluntarily laid down on his back to sleep. He did not cry again. I just crept into his room to check on him, and he is sound asleep.
I know that this method is controversial, and people think it is cruel to allow a child to cry. Hey, I thought it was cruel too. But The Boy is, we are told, among the easiest kids to put down for a nap at School. If this is the case, then he already has the skills to go to sleep on his own. It was The Working Dad and me, with our well-intentioned but apparently ill-advised interventions, that prevented that from happening.
(I will say this, though, I think that it is important to read the book, or at least heavily skim it, in order to understand what the sleep issues are and to determine whether your problem is merely bad habit, or something more serious. It's also important that you understand the method so that you can implement it properly. You might even want to throw in a call to your pediatrician if you're not sure whether it is a problem of habit or a health issue.)
Now, perhaps, it will all fall apart on Day 3, but so far, it seems to be working for us and we seem to be on our way to having a happy well-rested family again. I will report back in about a week with our one-week results.
Location:
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Why Women Still Can't Have It All
Anne-Marie Slaughter wrote a piece for The Atlantic Monthly entitled Why Women Still Can't Have It All. I had thought to write a true, point-by-point response to it, but to be honest, it took me days (okay, weeks) to finish the six page article, and I just don't have time to read it again, and even a third or fourth time, in order to give it a considered and true point-by-point response. I am, after all, a working mom whose job is not writing responses to other writers' essays. (I do this sort of thing in my spare time for fun.) But the article got me thinking about a couple of things and I thought I might as well type a few lines about those thoughts.
The article has gotten all kinds of backlash from all kinds of feminists. Among other things, Slaughter suggested that women and men react differently to their children, which is at least part of the reason why talented, well-trained, otherwise ambitious women choose "softer" or "easier" career paths than do their male counterparts. Ms. Slaughter suggests that the difference in the way men and women react to their kids, is both biological and sociologically programmed. In other words, girls are too different than boys.
This is, classically, antifeminist. But I also think that it is at least a little true. By way of example, I always feel guilty when I take a little time for myself and leave The Boy at daycare. The Working Dad never feels that same guilt. He told me that he feels that those little breaks make him better when he's with The Boy. And he's absolutely right about that. But I still feel a twinge of guilt every time I do it. Some feminists don't like the admission that women and men are in any way different because it might lead us down the Larry Summers path that ladies' brains just aren't wired for math and science (I paraphrase). And that's a fair point. But Slaughter also has a fair point that we need to recognize that there are differences in the way the sexes react to situations. The recognition, to me, is not a sign of capitulation or an acceptance that one way of reacting is better than another, but just that they are different. In recognizing differences, we can begin to attempt to create a workplace that is friendly and helpful to both men and women.
And that's a point I want to stress: we should strive for a workplace in which men and women can have "it all."
But first, what the heck is "it all?" How are we defining that? Because if we're defining "it all" as being the partner at a law firm who shows up to work the day after Christmas to get the call from a new client or the Night Creature who sends e-mails to associates at 2 a.m. when all good, sane people are sleeping (not that I'm thinking of any particular gentlemen I've known in my life, she said sarcastically), well, thank you very much, I don't want "it all."
And, in doing those sorts of things, these men did not have it all. They had powerful careers that made them a lot of money and took them away from their families. They left the care of their children to their wives while they pursued careers to the exclusion of nearly everything else. One of these gentlemen once related that his kids said that they were going to put on his tombstone "He lived. He worked. He died." They were joking, I think, but to even pose that sort of joke seems very, very sad.
"It all" is not having ultimate career success at the expense of one's family life and health. "It all" is having success in both. And we can all have that, men and women.
But it requires a recognition on the part of employers and society that both parents need support in being parents and employees. Slaughter says, "Ultimately, it is society that must change, coming to value choices to put family ahead of work just as much as those to put work ahead of family." That's true for all of us. Slaughter is right that there should not be "face time" macho. Slaughter talks about flexible schedules and the ability to work from home as ways by which one might balance work and family. But it's really not that easy. How does a doctor, for instance, or a police officer, work from home? Still, a recognition in these professions in which flexible schedules and telecommuting are not viable options that parents will be called away to the very important task of raising the next generation of citizens would help.
And even employers who offer the benefit of flexible scheduling -- in those sorts of jobs that can accomodate flexible scheduling -- often have restrictions on their use. My organization offers "telework," which allows an employee to work from home up to two days of every two-week pay period. I take advantage of the telework plan. My telework day is every Wednesday. Having a set day to telework does not offer the sort of flexibility that being able to work from home as life demands would offer. But it's a start.
This sort of recognition of the reality of family responsibilities is needed for the family, for moms and dads. I think that The Working Dad and I are lucky that we work where we work and have bosses who largely understand that we both will be toting the load when it comes to The Boy. The Working Dad stays home with The Boy just as much as, if not more than (given that I barely have any leave after my pregnancy and maternity leave), I do. I've written before about The Working Dad's contributions to our home. It is not a question of me, the fabulous lady lawyer, getting ahead in This Our Man's World, but of our family forging ahead in a fashion that allows The Working Dad and I to have professional successes and personal rewards. This is what our society and our workplaces need to come to grips with.
Feminism did not bring about the day of the dominant woman. It has brought us companionate, co-equal marriages. It has brought us to a place where men and women share the responsibility for rearing children and earning a living. It has brought us equality. Or at least, it approaches that equality . . . . (I should note that I am aware that not all women are married and so this co-equal marriage thing does not apply to, let alone work to the advantage of, a single woman. But I'm writing about my particular circumstances, which are that of a wife and mother. I do not discount that society needs also to address the needs of single parents too. I'm just not "screeding" about that today.)
And I think that our feminist foremothers need to recognize that if we have equality in the home and in the office, that means that both the mom and the dad are going to have obligations and responsibilities in both arenas. And those responsibilities are probably not going to allow either of them to be the Night Creature shooting out e-mails to harried associates in the dead of night. We, both sexes, will have to compromise and sacrifice a little to gain the greater good of a satisfying work/life balance for both partners.
To me, that's having "it all." Because if I had ultimate power and success in my career at the expense of my spouse's career, that would not be a mutually satisfying arrangement. Likewise, if he had a triumphant career while mine foundered, well, that would not be nice either.
Now, to my last thought, which really does not fit with the foregoing discussion of "it all."
Slaughter observed that the older generation of feminists -- those to whom I owe quite a lot -- feel disappointed in women like me who check out of the high power/high stress jobs favoring ones that offer more flexibility and work/life balance. My experience with this attitude is mixed, but Slaughter is not wrong that that attitude exists.
An anecdote from real life: After a two-year federal clerkship, I went to work for a large law firm for which I still have great affection. I have friends and valued and respected colleagues who still work there. I worked there for between three and four years. I tended to work 10 to 12 hour days. I was single had very little time or energy for a social life. We were extremely busy at work. I was gaining weight at an alarming rate because I did nothing else but work. I was extremely unhappy and burning out incredibly fast. Maybe this was my mistake because I didn't set good professional boundaries, but I was a young lawyer in my early 30s and I believed in that whole face time thing.
The bottom line was that I needed a different life: one in which I could do good legal work that I was proud of and still have time for regular exercise, hobbies, and even, dare I hope, romance. I got my resume together and eventually found a position as a government lawyer. I tendered my resignation. I was 33 years old.
On my last day at the office, as I was leaving the floor for the final time, one of the female partners -- a woman 15 to 20 years my senior, who had spent most of her career as a single woman -- called after me, "Give us a call when you get married!"
I had no prospect for marriage. I wasn't even dating casually.
Now, perhaps she was being sincere, but to my ears it sounded taunting and derisive. It sounded like code for what she perceived to be my lack of ambition, as demonstrated by my checking out of that particular career path. And I didn't even have the excuse of "but I have a baby at home." I did this for me, for my health and for my sanity.
And anyway, why must our ambition be focused only on career success? Can't we have an ambition to have a family someday? Isn't that also valid? And if it's not, how can you argue that women can have "it all"? Isn't having "it all" premised on the idea that you can have a successful career and a satisfying home life? And if it's not, then we've been lied to by the older generation. I sincerely hope that is not true.
Leaving law firm life was the best decision I ever made. I am happier and healthier as a result of the move and, in fact, I met my husband at the very job I left the firm for.
It is not failure to recognize that you want more in your life than 12 hour work days, whether or not you are a mom or a wife. It is not failure to want to define yourself, not just by the terms of your education and training, but by your avocational interests, family life and friendships. And, in fact, it is not failure or lack of ambition to desire to get married and have a family, nor is it failure to recognize that your current situation is a suboptimal path to attaining that goal.
I am ever grateful to our feminist foremothers for opening the doors and giving us choices. When we, however, choose not to walk through any particular door, it should not be seen as failing to succeed or an abdication of power so hard won by the generations before us. It should be seen as the exercise of a bona fide choice . . . a choice that really did not exist 40 years ago.
The article has gotten all kinds of backlash from all kinds of feminists. Among other things, Slaughter suggested that women and men react differently to their children, which is at least part of the reason why talented, well-trained, otherwise ambitious women choose "softer" or "easier" career paths than do their male counterparts. Ms. Slaughter suggests that the difference in the way men and women react to their kids, is both biological and sociologically programmed. In other words, girls are too different than boys.
This is, classically, antifeminist. But I also think that it is at least a little true. By way of example, I always feel guilty when I take a little time for myself and leave The Boy at daycare. The Working Dad never feels that same guilt. He told me that he feels that those little breaks make him better when he's with The Boy. And he's absolutely right about that. But I still feel a twinge of guilt every time I do it. Some feminists don't like the admission that women and men are in any way different because it might lead us down the Larry Summers path that ladies' brains just aren't wired for math and science (I paraphrase). And that's a fair point. But Slaughter also has a fair point that we need to recognize that there are differences in the way the sexes react to situations. The recognition, to me, is not a sign of capitulation or an acceptance that one way of reacting is better than another, but just that they are different. In recognizing differences, we can begin to attempt to create a workplace that is friendly and helpful to both men and women.
And that's a point I want to stress: we should strive for a workplace in which men and women can have "it all."
But first, what the heck is "it all?" How are we defining that? Because if we're defining "it all" as being the partner at a law firm who shows up to work the day after Christmas to get the call from a new client or the Night Creature who sends e-mails to associates at 2 a.m. when all good, sane people are sleeping (not that I'm thinking of any particular gentlemen I've known in my life, she said sarcastically), well, thank you very much, I don't want "it all."
And, in doing those sorts of things, these men did not have it all. They had powerful careers that made them a lot of money and took them away from their families. They left the care of their children to their wives while they pursued careers to the exclusion of nearly everything else. One of these gentlemen once related that his kids said that they were going to put on his tombstone "He lived. He worked. He died." They were joking, I think, but to even pose that sort of joke seems very, very sad.
"It all" is not having ultimate career success at the expense of one's family life and health. "It all" is having success in both. And we can all have that, men and women.
But it requires a recognition on the part of employers and society that both parents need support in being parents and employees. Slaughter says, "Ultimately, it is society that must change, coming to value choices to put family ahead of work just as much as those to put work ahead of family." That's true for all of us. Slaughter is right that there should not be "face time" macho. Slaughter talks about flexible schedules and the ability to work from home as ways by which one might balance work and family. But it's really not that easy. How does a doctor, for instance, or a police officer, work from home? Still, a recognition in these professions in which flexible schedules and telecommuting are not viable options that parents will be called away to the very important task of raising the next generation of citizens would help.
And even employers who offer the benefit of flexible scheduling -- in those sorts of jobs that can accomodate flexible scheduling -- often have restrictions on their use. My organization offers "telework," which allows an employee to work from home up to two days of every two-week pay period. I take advantage of the telework plan. My telework day is every Wednesday. Having a set day to telework does not offer the sort of flexibility that being able to work from home as life demands would offer. But it's a start.
This sort of recognition of the reality of family responsibilities is needed for the family, for moms and dads. I think that The Working Dad and I are lucky that we work where we work and have bosses who largely understand that we both will be toting the load when it comes to The Boy. The Working Dad stays home with The Boy just as much as, if not more than (given that I barely have any leave after my pregnancy and maternity leave), I do. I've written before about The Working Dad's contributions to our home. It is not a question of me, the fabulous lady lawyer, getting ahead in This Our Man's World, but of our family forging ahead in a fashion that allows The Working Dad and I to have professional successes and personal rewards. This is what our society and our workplaces need to come to grips with.
Feminism did not bring about the day of the dominant woman. It has brought us companionate, co-equal marriages. It has brought us to a place where men and women share the responsibility for rearing children and earning a living. It has brought us equality. Or at least, it approaches that equality . . . . (I should note that I am aware that not all women are married and so this co-equal marriage thing does not apply to, let alone work to the advantage of, a single woman. But I'm writing about my particular circumstances, which are that of a wife and mother. I do not discount that society needs also to address the needs of single parents too. I'm just not "screeding" about that today.)
And I think that our feminist foremothers need to recognize that if we have equality in the home and in the office, that means that both the mom and the dad are going to have obligations and responsibilities in both arenas. And those responsibilities are probably not going to allow either of them to be the Night Creature shooting out e-mails to harried associates in the dead of night. We, both sexes, will have to compromise and sacrifice a little to gain the greater good of a satisfying work/life balance for both partners.
To me, that's having "it all." Because if I had ultimate power and success in my career at the expense of my spouse's career, that would not be a mutually satisfying arrangement. Likewise, if he had a triumphant career while mine foundered, well, that would not be nice either.
Now, to my last thought, which really does not fit with the foregoing discussion of "it all."
Slaughter observed that the older generation of feminists -- those to whom I owe quite a lot -- feel disappointed in women like me who check out of the high power/high stress jobs favoring ones that offer more flexibility and work/life balance. My experience with this attitude is mixed, but Slaughter is not wrong that that attitude exists.
An anecdote from real life: After a two-year federal clerkship, I went to work for a large law firm for which I still have great affection. I have friends and valued and respected colleagues who still work there. I worked there for between three and four years. I tended to work 10 to 12 hour days. I was single had very little time or energy for a social life. We were extremely busy at work. I was gaining weight at an alarming rate because I did nothing else but work. I was extremely unhappy and burning out incredibly fast. Maybe this was my mistake because I didn't set good professional boundaries, but I was a young lawyer in my early 30s and I believed in that whole face time thing.
The bottom line was that I needed a different life: one in which I could do good legal work that I was proud of and still have time for regular exercise, hobbies, and even, dare I hope, romance. I got my resume together and eventually found a position as a government lawyer. I tendered my resignation. I was 33 years old.
On my last day at the office, as I was leaving the floor for the final time, one of the female partners -- a woman 15 to 20 years my senior, who had spent most of her career as a single woman -- called after me, "Give us a call when you get married!"
I had no prospect for marriage. I wasn't even dating casually.
Now, perhaps she was being sincere, but to my ears it sounded taunting and derisive. It sounded like code for what she perceived to be my lack of ambition, as demonstrated by my checking out of that particular career path. And I didn't even have the excuse of "but I have a baby at home." I did this for me, for my health and for my sanity.
And anyway, why must our ambition be focused only on career success? Can't we have an ambition to have a family someday? Isn't that also valid? And if it's not, how can you argue that women can have "it all"? Isn't having "it all" premised on the idea that you can have a successful career and a satisfying home life? And if it's not, then we've been lied to by the older generation. I sincerely hope that is not true.
Leaving law firm life was the best decision I ever made. I am happier and healthier as a result of the move and, in fact, I met my husband at the very job I left the firm for.
It is not failure to recognize that you want more in your life than 12 hour work days, whether or not you are a mom or a wife. It is not failure to want to define yourself, not just by the terms of your education and training, but by your avocational interests, family life and friendships. And, in fact, it is not failure or lack of ambition to desire to get married and have a family, nor is it failure to recognize that your current situation is a suboptimal path to attaining that goal.
I am ever grateful to our feminist foremothers for opening the doors and giving us choices. When we, however, choose not to walk through any particular door, it should not be seen as failing to succeed or an abdication of power so hard won by the generations before us. It should be seen as the exercise of a bona fide choice . . . a choice that really did not exist 40 years ago.
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