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How do you say “quesadilla” in Spanish?

by Whitney

At Julian’s preschool, the two lead teachers speak a lot of Spanish to the kids. The program is loosely English in the morning, Spanish in the afternoon. Being in California, this is not some crazy special language program, it is just one aspect of our preschool that I see as a benefit.

I loved learning Spanish growing up. I completed a Spanish minor in college and spent two summers wandering around south of the border with friends, taking languages classes in Mexico and Guatemala. Julian’s first plane trip was to Mexico at 6 months, and he’s been back twice since then. I had been thinking that his exposure to Spanish at this age was both fun and effective.

He seems to think otherwise.

He has one nighttime babysitter who speaks mostly Spanish and little English. He has recently started to get frustrated by this. At first, he seemed to love playing “How do you say (insert word) in Spanish? ” with her. I was pleased. Before she came over, he would say, “When Ana gets here, I’m going to ask her how to say quesadilla in Spanish!” he would tell me excitedly. Then, it wore off. He became annoyed, perhaps because he was tired at the end of the day, with the difficulty they were having communicating. He told me he didn’t want her to come over because she speaks Spanish.

whistlefritzYesterday, I popped in a Whistlefritz DVD, “Los Animales” targeted at ages 2-5. At first, Julian watched happily, I think not realizing the video was entirely in Spanish. I was enjoying it, understanding every word and thinking it would be fun to loan the DVD to my Spanish teacher friend. The narrator was very clear with her expressions and the animations, so it’s easy to catch on. After about 10 minutes, Julian said he wanted to watch something else. He was disappointed that the video was in Spanish.

To my chagrin, he is on an English-only kick. I should sign him up for one of those conservative groups that don’t want bilingual signs posted. The other night, I said something to him in Spanish, and he responded “You’re not a teacher or a babysitter!” in a snotty voice. Uh-oh. I had to immediately point out all the people we know who speak Spanish who are not teachers or babysitters. How embarrassed am I! I am a lover of all things Latin and my son is campaigning for English only! Que lastima.

I have to remind myself that he is three and just wants things his way. Just like girls have ponytails and boys don’t. He does not like me to point out boys that have ponytails or girls that have short hair.

I will try to be patient. And I will book us on another Mexican vacation ASAP.

PS On the way to school this morning, he did tell me, “You know how you say Blast Off in Spanish, Mommy? BLAST OFFFFFF!”

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Maybe other Parent Bloggers had better luck getting their kids to sit through Whistlefritz’s other Spanish for beginners videos. See what they have to say.

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Is hormonal rage normal with weaning?

by Heather

Whitney warned me last week that with weaning comes some moodiness.

I think I’m having it in the form of ridiculous, inappropriate rage. I first noticed it Thursday at lunch (with Whitney and Scarlett in fact) when the service was slow and I could actually picture myself (on multiple occasions) standing up and throwing dishes in order to get some attention. It happened four times in my head.

Though I restrained myself, I could feel my blood boiling and I had to ask myself, “self, what is the big F’ing deal? You’re at lunch with a friend, her baby is fed, yours are in school. Relax. Exhale.” I was so pissed that I went and wrote a nasty Yelp review when I got back to my desk.

Fast forward to yesterday morning after my exercise class during the weekly weigh-in. I had a HUGE fight (in my head again) with the person checking my stats because she asked such unforgivable questions as, “what are your goals?” and “do you have kids?”

Side note: My weight has not really moved in the past six weeks of class but I’m way stronger and I’ve told this person two or three times that I have kids.

As I was walking to my car with my wonderful (childless) friend, I wanted to rant, rave, and rage about the ridiculous things that Leila had just said to me… but before I could utter, “could you believe that” I realized how trivial and silly my complaints would sound. Hmmmph.

Last night, my mom helped to put the boys to bed. She lay Milo down first in his crib (as is our usual custom) while we did a little more reading and tooth-brushing with Holden. Holden wanted Grammy to put him to bed and I was pretty confident that it would be ok; Holden knows how to be quiet, he does this part almost every night.

Well, Milo woke up.

So, I slammed the door in their room (WTF?!)

Then, Milo screamed. So, I sneaked back in and apologized.

My new theory was that I was actually getting too much testosterone from exercising. But duh, might weaning also send my body off-kilter? It’s been about a week now.

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FreeCycle, Craigs List, and BPN–Oh my!

by Heather

Buying something new is sort of a last resort for us.

I am truly blessed to live in Berkeley, where not only do I have a wealth of good friends to show me the ropes and hand-me-down some stylish boys clothes (thanks Whitney and Sunny!) but also a ridiculous multitude of online options to help me share and reuse baby gear.

First, there’s the standby: Craig’s List. How did we ever live without it? For big ticket items like TVs, cars, and bike trailers, we are constantly tapping into the absolute glut of stuff out there. (Seriously, we sold our car and couch and the folks come to us) Don’t like what I just sold you? Quit complaining, I bet you can sell it again this week! Before we buy new, we (almost) always check Craig’s List.

Locally, the best marketplace for kids’ stuff is the Berkeley Parents Network. I’ve picked up a crib, Jumperoo, toys by the boxfull, slings, bags of clothes, party supplies, and a little rolling car among other things I’m certainly forgetting.

FreeCycle has been fantastic to get rid of odds and sods: miscellaneous bottles and sippy cups, slings, strollers, bouncy seats. Did you open a box of diapers only to have your kid outgrow them? FreeCycle is perfect for that! I don’t have the patience to read through all the offers so I usually miss out on getting the freebies. Oh well.

I’ve also recently been in a mode of borrowing before I buy.
After having too many baby carriers to justify buying another one and being burned by one too many strollers, I am lucky to have a network of friends in my mom’s groups so I could take these items for a little test drive before making the purchase. Ergo carrier, I’ll take you as a gift or if I find you used thank you very much. Phil and Teds, no thanks, you’re cool looking and nice to drive but could you BE any heavier? There’s some real cost savings.

I like the idea behind Zwaggle [online marketplace for parents] because I live and breathe that idea all the time. I’m keenly aware that without my local peeps, I may have to rely more heavily on gifts or, more likely, start shelling out more money for baby and kid stuff.

My hesitation to join the Zwaggle network has more to do with sheer laziness than anything. Will my Zwaggle trade partner come to pick up my used gear on the porch while I’m at work? Probably not. Will I “sell” my Wii into the pool of items only to never get my zoints worth? (Yes, Zoints is the actual name of Zwaggle points). If you, dear reader, don’t live in Berkeley, I strongly urge you to try out Zwaggle and report back. Be honest.

Sign up for Zwaggle now through this offer and get few extra zoints to use toward your first purchase.

This ode to reducing, reusing, and recycling was brought to you by the Parent Bloggers Network’s suggestion that we write about sharing, saving, and simplifying which is totally up my alley.

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Mom’s Night Out - are we doing it wrong?

by Whitney

When our babies were about 8 months old, my mom’s group (10 women with babies born in October 04) began having a monthly Mom’s Night Out. At least 8 of us attended the first few and it was super fun. Attendance began to dwindle, although we keep our monthly date, and at least a few people have gone out each month for almost three years now. We usually go to dinner and stay for two hours.

Then, people began having second babies, other commitments, working late, and having late working husbands. Meeting at 7.45 became our standard. That’s when most people could arrive, whether they had to put the new baby to bed, wait for their partners to get home from exercise class, or something else. I started to get frustrated. I found myself being the die-hard MNO advocate (I went out with the moms seven days after giving birth to #2. Of course, #2 came with us…), but I am fearing that we’re doing it wrong.

My personal situation is that if I don’t have to go out until 7.45, then I am available to feed my kids and get them ready for bed, and even be a little helpful with my husband’s dinner. This, I find, does not feel like a night off. (Maybe I misunderstood and the idea is not a night off, simply a night out?) It feels like a very regular night and then when Julian is having his books read by Daddy, I go and say “Good night, I’m going out.” I think I’m missing out on about 10 minutes of child time. Scarlett has already been asleep for 30 minutes.

Just this week, I started up a MNO with my preschool moms. As much as I hate to do it, I suggested 8 pm as the meeting time, because I would rather have high attendance at a later hour than low attendance earlier. From experience, it seems like 7 pm is just unrealistic for so many people. There are not capital letters large enough to express how much I would prefer to eat dinner AT 7 PM THAN 8 PM! Hmph.

Internets, do you go for MNOs with friends? What are the schedules? What are the excuses??!!

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Ending the compact like I ended the South Beach Diet

by Heather

bike trailerAt the end of my “One Month without Buying Anything New” kick, I felt pretty good. It wasn’t very hard for me. I felt like I could continue forever… or at least for the self-imposed year of not buying new stuff that Real Compacters sign on for (or more realistically something like a season).

I bought a non-nursing bra (completely allowable under the underwear clause) and scored a free used toddler bed from a friend. We still need some new shoes and miscellaneous shoe repairs (darn those half size too big pregnancy feet!!) but that’s allowable too. I had also thrown a clothing swap mid-month, so I was feeling pretty good about clothing options.

I felt like at the end of the South Beach Diet when I started to think that I could just eat whole grain carbs and low glycemic index food all the time without really caring. That is, I felt that way until I saw a box of Krispy Kreme donuts unattended.

So, I was feeling happy with my network of freebies and good access to high quality used stuff in general, when I started to want things!! Uh oh. Like, I sent Holden to a Three-Year-Old girls birthday party yesterday and we bought a little suitcase with drawing paper and crayons. It was cute and it was less than $10, but I had to ask myself if that was really worth breaking the compact over? Hmmm.

But I figured that I had made it an extra 7 days already of not shopping with very little discomfort and it had to end some time. In other words (in South Beach Diet words), I rationalized that I had met my goal weight and I was now in maintenance phase. No biggie.

Today is when I really had to start questioning my goals and ideals though. I brought Holden to the bike store to pick out a new bike helmet so we could start riding the boys to school in the trailer.

Side story: Holden and Milo go to daycare/preschool close to our home. I work close to their school. We’d like to bike them to school and bike them home rather than me driving each way. How environmentally friendly of us, no?

It was at the bike store when I saw it: A new AND ON SALE Burley d’lite bike trailer. Certainly this was much better and safer (and shinier and prettier) than the well-worn hand-me-down in our backyard. Obviously saving well over $100 on a new thing is a worthy purchase. Or was I trying too hard to convince myself?

Then again, isn’t a used bird in the hand worth a new bird in the bush? As compact-minded people, don’t we have to keep our good enough trailer? Or at least be absolutely sure we’ll get good use out of it before we drop a few hundred dollars on a new toy? That’s what Alec would have me believe.

So I struggle. And hope that nobody buys that shiny rocket ship of a bike trailer while we make up our minds. Anyone else out there in a similar boat?

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Mom’s big weekend away

by Heather

I did it.

I survived a weekend away from my family. Yeehaw!

This is the fourth time that I’ve been away from Holden overnight — the first two being my grandpa’s funeral and Milo’s birth and the other a bridal shower in which I toted Milo along — but only the first time away from Milo.

I was nervous. But, encouraged by my friend Molly’s sage advice, I made the most of it!

When I emailed her asking for good humor and courage, she assured me that I already had both in abundance (you gotta love a friend like Molly). She wrote that what I needed to remember most is that my “boys will THRIVE if I THRIVE.”

And I knew with total certainty that if I was going to get on that plane to Miami and then mope and sulk, I was not doing anyone any good… not my friends who wanted to celebrate, not my husband who agreed to hold down the fort, and not my cutie pie sons.

So I had fun.

Well, I laughed, i cried, I drank wine, i tried to smoke a cigar, I sat under an umbrella on the beach, I stayed out late, I slept 8 hours in a row, I showered uninterrupted, I ate a ton, I read a book, I flipped through trashy magazines, I had adult conversations, and I THRIVED!

Names and pictures of my friends are not provided because what happens in Miami stays in Miami other than all those bits I just told you. ;-)

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My Oscar baby turned the big 0-1

by Heather

We hosted a little playdate at our house for the under-two set to celebrate Milo’s birthday for the camera. A very little playdate. In fact, I accidentally invited more people than I meant to because I copied the evite guest list from Holden’s big O-1 and then had to uninvite a bunch of people… oops! Maybe if it weren’t such a darn rainy time of year, we could have gotten wild in the backyard, but it is what it is.

We put the kid in a party hat and let him mangle some wonderful cake. Done and done.

With the obligatory photos out of the way, I focused on “Celebrating My Way“: glamming it up at an Oscar Party and remembering how just last year with seven “go into labor” cookies in my belly, I went into labor after Whitney’s Oscar Party… ahhh memories.

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I wore the bridesmaid dress from Whitney’s wedding in 2001 and forced Alec into his best suit (the one we got married in, if you’re wondering) and we sat in the front row cheering and booing with the rest of the silly people. Good times.

But why is the moon red?

by Heather

Holden, at 33 months, is really getting the why why why thing down pat. I try to be patient and answer the questions he’s asking, but he (invariably) reaches a point where I don’t know the answer.

Hall of Science ball drop

Questions from this week:

  • Why is the moon red? (asked because his preschool teacher had mentioned the lunar eclipse) Ummm, I don’t know, maybe something’s in front of it like the earth or a star. (Alec said it was the earth’s shadow, oops!)
  • Is this your underwear? (while holding up a sports bra) It’s a sports bra, like an undershirt, kind of. (Alec said I didn’t answer the question; he’s just looking for a yes or no)
  • Is that an iPod, and a phone, and a computer? (to my iPhone) No, it’s a camera, and an iPod, and a phone. (Alec says that because we check email on it, he thinks it’s a computer too. Fair enough)
  • Why don’t you have a penis? ummmmm (Alec, where are you when I’m getting these questions?!)

Despite my fumbling and occasional loss for words, we want to encourage his natural curiosity and tried on two different occasions this week to get extra science-y and go for the real hands-on experience rather than just talking.


The adventure of the lunar eclipse

So Wednesday night, we made a big deal out of putting Baby Milo to bed, brushing teeth, getting into jammies, and bundling up in a blanket to go out in front of the house and look for the lunar eclipse. I guess the next one isn’t going to happen for another almost three years. Only Big Boys can go out like this in the cold with Mommy and Daddy and look for the red moon. We saw it peeking out of the clouds, sort of pinkish, and then went to bed?

Too young for a science museum?
Milo makes his moveMy husband, Alec, and I were both engineers in college. We’re both fairly geeky compared to most parents and hope to raise kids with a healthy love of math and science. In my opinion, “healthy” means that Holden is too young for video games and chemistry sets, but he’s a great age to work the cd player and help in the kitchen.

On Monday, we joined the nearby Lawrence Hall of Science because we think we’ll get a ton of learning disguised as fun over the next twelve months. And just because my first visit with two boys ended with a major pee-through within twenty minutes of arrival, I don’t think every visit will end that way. And if it does, a membership really softens the blow of a visit-cut-short with the knowledge that you can come again soon.

More info and links:
Nasa Lunar Eclipse Page
Cool Photos of eclipse from Wired
What other Parent Bloggers think of Science and Kids
Zula Intergalactic Inquirer PBS science show for kids

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A little rant on scary plastics and a favorite baby bottle

by Heather

First, let me acknowledge that buying the Good and Non-Toxic baby bottles are super expensive. But that the alternative is really scary.

Born FreeBack in September, I read Mom 101’s post on how Plastic #7 is the new 666 and I decided to take very small and limited action. After using the evil polycarb bottles unknowingly on my first son, I couldn’t continue the trend in good consciousness. Even my cheap frugal husband agreed, we needed to get some safer baby bottles.

So we got the BornFree Trainer (sippy) cup model and bought the extra pack of bottle nipples so that we could get more bang for the buck: a large bottle shaped bottle that Milo could one day hold himself without any additional cash outlay! The handles come off and the mouthpieces are interchangeable. We felt pretty brilliant.

When he was around 7 months old, Milo started drinking bottles more regularly (first the breastmilk, then the breastmilk formula cocktail); around 10 months old we auditioned him on the sippy lid then backed off; and now at almost 12 months, he’s exclusively on the sippy nipple. Bravo us. The experiment worked.

Safe, smart, scary-plastic free. What a good mommy I must be. Too bad that when our two BornFrees are dirty, I still resort to those ancient Avents.

What you can do:

  1. Buy safer bottles like the Born Free Trainer Cup.
  2. Sign a petition to show you care about safer baby products: League of Maternal Justice
  3. Learn more about bpa-free bottles and cups on the SafeMama Cheat Sheet.

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Only six weeks *not* pregnant or nursing

by Heather

For those of you who know me well, this may not be news. But I have only *not* been pregnant or nursing for a mere six weeks of my marriage.


I got pregnant 4 weeks into our marriage / round-the-world-honeymoon and then again 2 weeks after weaning Holden.

It’s the kind of stat that makes me feel special. “Special” in that hormonally anxious mama bear way that we get when our mother-in-law wakes up the baby to get an extra cuddle when we know it is naptime. But also “special” in the way that makes me wonder if I’ll be special anymore after six or so more weeks pass and Milo is done with nursing.

  • Will my husband still like me? We’re counting on YES.
  • Will I be super fun and have a flat stomach like I used to? Ummm, maybe and probably not.

I know from last go that weaning was roughly on my timetable (just over one year) but not at all like I imagined (I planned a one week phasing out involving distractions, sippy cups, and cow’s milk but instead Holden bit me, saw a bottle on a shelf, and never looked back).

Will it be like that again? Will Milo forget about it/me in an instant? Or will we still be going strong in another four months because we both want to hold onto breastfeeding beyond my set timetable? Sometimes life events get in the way and sort of force the issue. My upcoming weekend to Miami might be one of those events.

I’m just hoping that the hormones are on my side making me cool and fun for the weekend and not weepy and enraged (not to mention leaky and engorged!).

Here’s hoping.

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