Confessions of an Eclectic Music Lover

My ipod is like a mixed up teenager. The only difference is that it will never figure out who it wants to be, and I am okay with that. I listen to everything from Elvis, The Beatles, and Janis Joplin to Rush, Queensryche, and Aerosmith, to Switchfoot, P!nk, and other Top 40 music. I also love classical music, and as a former ballroom and latin dancer I will listen to anything you can swing-dance, tango, or salsa to.

Here’s the confession part: I rarely censor what I allow my daughter to listen to. Another blogger recently mentioned how his kids are obsessed with Ke$ha and it really got me thinking about all of the innappropriate things my child hears in the name of a good beat. Leah likes Ke$ha, too, by the way, but her ultimate favorite (as is mine) is P!nk (what is with artists putting symbols in their names?). All of the past albums have been favorites for us to jam to in the car and dance around the house to.

Even when Leah started singing “slam, slam, oh hot damn” all the time, I would just smile inwardly and think “well, not the most appropriate, but she just likes it because it rhymes!”

That was until P!nk’s new album, “The Truth About Love” hit stores, and my ipod. Prior to this album the only t hing off-limits on that thing was Eminem (which I am very selective about. I only like him paired with other artists. Think ‘Lighters’.) Now, I have this amazing album by our mutual favorite singer, and yet I can only listen to it when Leah is not with me. It sucks, but as much as I am liberal about her listening habits, I can not in good conscience let her listen to lyrics such as “I’m not a slut, I just love love!” And I am really not ready to explain to her what a “Walk of Shame” is.

I would, however, like to thank Mommy Man for mentioning his children’s love of Ke$ha. Before I read that I was always afraid to admit my lack of censorship to other parents, thinking I was alone in this. I am glad to know that other parents allow their kids to rock out to what they love. While I have to be a little more careful at the impressionable and hears-everything age of three then I was at say, two, I still plan to expose my child to many different artists and genres in hopes that she will share in my crazy, eclectic taste.

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When did it become okay…

to be disrespectful to teachers? I know that I am at community college with a mix of people from all walks of life, but really! In my eyes it is almost never okay to leave your phone on and get up and leave the classroom to take a call. It is disruptive to the other students and downright rude to the person who is teaching the class. How would you feel if someone just got up in the middle of you talking to them, without saying a word, and took a call? The ONLY, and I mean only, time that this is even remotely okay is if you have some sort of emergency going on at home and you have already let the professor know that you may have to take a call. Trust me, if you give him/her the courtesy of asking they will not only permit it, but respect you all the more.

Secondly, what’s with coming in late all the time? I can see if there was an accident and you got stuck once in awhile. But all the time? And if you are coming in for the last ten minutes, why bother at all???

This drives me insane. You would expect this of the more immature, just out of high school crowd, but sadly it’s not just them. It’s everyone.

Learn some respect people. Rant over.

I’m Right…and You’re Wrong!

I’ve noticed a trend among mothers lately that is both ugly and disturbing. I see it mostly on the internet on sites like Facebook and the popular Mom site, Cafemom. Mothers in my generation seem to make hot button issues out of everything from breastfeeding to carseats and everything in between. The worst part is that these mothers can’t just have their own opinions, but they must share it with everyone who doesn’t ask and lord it over them as though everyone who doesn’t do something their way is WRONG.

I am not talking about respectful debates here, people. These women get mean and downright nasty and tell other moms that they are horrible mothers and should have their children taken away. Some of the reasons women feel other mothers should have their children taken away include: formula feeding, co-sleeping, not co-sleeping, front-facing the carseat too soon (and I mean by their opinion, not the law’s), being a stay-at-home mom, being a working mom, kids being in daycare, kids being homeschooled, etc. The list goes on and on and I hope you  noticed the contradictions. No matter what you are doing as a parent, someone is going to tell you that you are doing it wrong.

My opinion on this is that these women must feel extremely insecure in their own parenting methods. Why else would you need to justify to the point of putting others down? Can’t we try to justify something by saying “This is what works for MY family, but maybe it wouldn’t work for yours.” Every family is different, and so is every child. Even within one household, what worked for one child may not work for their sibling. I think everyone needs to mind their own business so long as the children of their so-called friends are safe, happy and healthy. Women should be comrades in motherhood, not enemies. Your way is not always better. It’s just what works for you.

Recently I saw something posted about how letting your child cry it out lowers their IQ and makes them insecure. People were commmenting on how parents who did that were selfish and should have never had kids if they wanted time to themselves in the evening. It made me so angry initially. If you go back in my archives to some of the first posts you will see that we used a variation of the Ferber method with Leah. We did not abandon her to cry all night, but simply went in every so often to reassure her that we were there, while also stressing that she needed to sleep. This arose because the girl simply refused to sleep. We used to cuddle her to sleep every night as a baby, but it was no longer working. She wasn’t cutting into our “time to ourselves”, she was cutting into our time to sleep!

It was a tough two weeks or so, but you know what? It worked. My daughter now not only goes to bed without a problem, but she is a very secure and smart little girl. At three, she is signing her name, knows the alphabet to read and write it, and is in the beginning stages of learning to read.

If co-sleeping works for you-great! I have no problem with that. So please don’t bash me for my choice. I am glad to have a well-centered daughter who is independant enough to sleep on her own…but she still sometimes wakes up early and comes in to cuddle with me. It works wonderfully for my family, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Ladies, if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Not everyone is going to agree with you all the time, but we have to learn to disagree respectfully. One thing is for certain, we should all be setting a better example for our little ones!

Nothing New to Report

Hello my lovely readers! I don’t have much of anything to post today. I have been at school all day and haven’t been sleeping well for a few nights now. My brain is not functioning up to it’s usual standards. I did, however, want to let you all know that I am still here and will be posting shortly about my adventures in motherhood and life. Have a great day!

Only The Best For Our Patients!

My girl, all comfy and tucked in at urgent care.

My girl, all comfy and tucked in at urgent care.

So yesterday I had to take Leah to urgent care. It was nothing serious, but she had a uti about a month ago and I caught it because she was having accidents. When she had an accident yesterday I decided to take her just to be safe.

Every time I take her there, it is like she is a celebrity (you all remember the screw in nose incident from last year). As they brought us back, the nurses in the hallway were all complimenting her, from her cute furry boots, to her adorable golden pigtails. And she would turn back to each one and say, “Thank you!”

The first nurse took all of her information to get us registered, all the while Leah talking his ear off. Then another nurse came in and asked if Leah would like some water. She would. So the nurse gets her a cup of ice water and presents her with an extra special bendy straw. Then another nurse comes in to bring us a specimen collection kit (at this point I realized we had so many different nurses because they all wanted to chat with Leah!)

After we did what we had to do, nurse #2 came back in and Leah was laying back on the table as though she were sunbathing or something.

“Do you need a pillow?” the nurse asked.

“Yeah,” Leah replied. “And a blanket, too!”

At this point I was cracking up at the fact that my kid had three separate nurses wrapped around her little finger. Then the nurse comes in with a pillow and a WARMED UP blanket. She tucked it in around Leah making her all cozy.

“That’s good.” Leah said.

“Only the best for our patients!” the nurse replied.

Of course, Leah charmed the doctor as well. He declared her to be the “cutest kid I’ve had in here all week!” As we left down the hallway of nurses, Leah waved goodbye to her adoring fans. Gosh, I love this girl!

Toy Trauma

Today while Leah and I were out and about I was hit with a huge realization about her recent behavior. If you are a regular reader of this blog (if not, subscribe please!) then you know that my little munchkin has been giving me a rather difficult time lately and throwing a lot of fits.

Today we were out, checking out the fabric store so that I can get working on her Easter dress when Leah announced that she needed to go potty. The fabric store doesn’t have a public restroom, but the toy store next-door to it does. Kicking myself all the while, because I knew it was a horrible idea, I brought Leah in there to use the facilities. As we were leaving the bathroom and Leah was saying that she just wanted to “look around a little”, I knew the inevitable fight was coming, and I stupidly thought that I could circumvent it. You see, every time we go anywhere lately, my daughter thinks she is going to get a new My Little Pony. They make these tiny plastic ponies that come with a trading card and they come in this packet so that you can’t see which pony it is until it’s opened. Some are, apparently, very hard to get. Others, we have multiples of.

Anyway, Leah expects to get one of these every time we go out. If she has been good, I don’t mind, seeing as they are only a couple of dollars. However, now she also wants the bigger ponies with the long manes you can comb, and these are not cheap. Well, today I thought I could prevent a melt-down by offering to get her a small trading card pony right away and that would be that. Until we got into the pony aisle and lo and behold, they have a huge Princess Celestia pony that talks! Leah has never seen one of these before and she is gaga over it. It costs $30. I grab a packet containing a trading card and mini pony and tell Leah that maybe the Easter Bunny will bring her Celestia. This mollified her… until we pay, head out, and I open up the packet to discover…Mosely Orange. He is Leah’s third Mosely.

That is when the whining started, and then eventually the whining turned into crying and when I told her knock it off, a tantrum ensued. As all of this was going on it was slowly dawning on me that my child has been sucked into the treacherous pit of consumerism. The ponies she has are never enough, and you know why? Well, there’s the show for one. So many beloved characters are on the show, and yet the toy versions of some of them seem to be obscure, so it becomes like a game; an addicting game. You must keep collecting ponies because you need THIS one! And then there are the pictures that come with the ponies. You know the ones, they are really ads. They show little pictures of all the other pony toys out right now so that my daughter can carry it around pining after each toy she doesn’t already possess. Pining turns quickly to obsession, and before I know it she is spending more time looking at the ad then playing with the new pony it came with.

Leah was such a sweet little girl before her pony obsession started (well, she still is most of the time!). Admittedly, I fanned the flames a bit by encouraging her to watch the show (I was SO sick of Yo Gabba Gabba and Dora). It was my idea to get her the Twilight Sparkle with the remote control car at Christmas, and I thought the trading card ponies were a great alternative to some of the lame dollar bin tokens we used to buy her for being good.

Now it seems that my child has become so obsessed with ponies that it has taken over her life. The more I think about it, the more I see that most of her recent tantrums and meltdowns have all begun over something pony related. I am not sure what to do, how to proceed. Will she need a pony detox? Do I take them away or simply stop buying new ones and wait for this phase to be over?

The one thing I know is that I must proceed with caution. These ponies have magic, and they are using it to make my daughter a slave to the over commercialization of what should be a good thing.