Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Chicken Pox Revival?

Chicken Pox look a little like this
(if you were wondering)
My son has the Chicken Pox. 30 years ago, nay 15 years ago this would be entirely unremarkable. However these days most children are vaccinated, and when my Dear Husband took our polka-dot-boy to the pediatrician the doctor went back to office to look in "the book" to make sure she was diagnosing properly.  As it turns out, without any secondary skin infections or complications from fever, the Chicken Pox aren't that dangerous.

I'm sure a few of you other mom's are immediately wondering why I, the mother of the year, did not escort my itchy offspring to the doctors office.  Well the sad truth is, that despite an other wise normal childhood, I have never had the Chicken Pox.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The 6 Best Things About Being A Mom

That "OMG" moment
(when I realized I was a Mom of two!)


1) I finally have something in common with my Mom. I don't know about your relationship with your Mom but for me and mine... Let's put it this way, we've had our differences. Since I've had kids there has always been something we connect on. She loves to give me advice and I love to ignore it. But I know her heart is in the right place, and I love her for it.


2) I can blame most stains and my lax housekeeping on the progeny.  Martha does not live here. So when people come to visit the toys, laundry and mysterious wetness can easily be explained by the little cherubs being underfoot. As far at the coffee stains on my jacket, well I will take partial blame for that.

3) There are at least 2 people in the world who think it's 1/2 normal to dance and sing whenever one is stuck at a red light. I know I have my eccentricities and car dancing is one of them. However as far as K-dog, and Princess-A know, I am perfectly normal. I'm sure I'll embarrass them one day but until then, "Pump up the Jams".

Mom's (I mean the kids') sandbox
4) I almost always have crayons & Clif bars in my purse. I'm not known for being the most organized person in the world, but I've had to get it together a bit for my little ones. The thing is, I love art supplies, and who doesn't need a snack form time to time. Being a Mom means having the magic purse that seems to always produce a wipey, granola, or distraction when needed. Even if I'm the one who needs it.

5)  I get to design  sandboxes. I love learning to use my creativity in new ways. I mean, I never knew how many pop song could be turned into potty training ditties. My children stretch my imagination every day.  The sandbox was just the first, I'm wishing for a fairy fort and hopefully they'll let me sit in with the garage band from time to time.

6) My kids! Pardon me for saying so, but I have the best little ones that anyone could hope for. Mysterious wetness, the mommy wars and sleep deprivation aside they bring enormous joy to my life. I wouldn't be who I am without them.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Not a Perfect Parent

I have not ordered any cod liver oil
Maybe not first chair... but really cute!
I have not ordered any cod liver oil. I cannot stand the idea of giving my children cod liver oil.  I am sure there are bunches of articles that say that I should be; all of the best parents give their children cod liver oil.  The smell reminds me of a horrible roommate I had in college and I refuse to let it into my house.

I would like to think of myself as one of those greenie, crunchy, but bookish, attachment, Waldorf parents. I have always liked to research the right way to do things. I will admit it, I like being right. From the time I found out I was pregnant for the first time, I bought books, canvassed my friends and peers, did the homework, and was so sure that I was doing everything right. In the last 5 years, I have found that perfection is overrated and I simply cannot (and will not) keep up.

            Yes, I nursed my son until three.  I will likely nurse my daughter that long. I think the breastfeeding, and child led weaning is a healthy, normal and important part of childhood (not motherhood). I also realize that some people do not agree with me, and frankly I am sure that just because a baby has formula that their mother loves them any less. I know it does not make her an unworthy mother because she was unwilling to sacrifice her income, sanity, body, wardrobe, social standing, or long held beliefs.

Mother does not mean martyr, notice how the words are different?

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Those Potty Training Songs

*sung to the tune of Coppa Cabanna*
His name was K-dog
he pooped in the potty
'cause pooping in the potty is doing what you oughtta
no more diapers
he poops in the pot-teeee
potties for poopies
we fell in love!

For all of you who loved 'copa' to the tune of "The Gambler"

You've got to know when to hold it
know when to flush it
know when to walk to da potty
know when to run
you never do your flushin'
while you're sittin' on the potty
there's time enough for flushin'
when the pee'in's done


Yes this means we are officially onto training DD. Wish me luck

Friday, September 16, 2011

Season of Photography: Shoes


T

hrough the Lens of Kimberly Gauthier


This weeks assignments for the Season of Photography Challenge was Shoes  I really did take some pictures that were not of my kids, but again a quick snapshot is my favorite. Enjoy fall!


 
Boy Shoes


See the other entries or join in  here at Crunchy VT Mommy's blog.  Happy shooting!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Why Not to Hire an Architect to Build a Sandbox: Part 1

Laid out on our driveway

Friday, March 4, 2011

You Still Have Time To Make This for Dinner: Salmon patties

not really a recipe but here's what I do

per 1 can of salmon (we love this so I make 2)

1/2 bell pepper & 1 small onion chopped fine (as K-dog won't eat onions that he can see). Beat 1 egg, in large bowl combine egg, chopped veggies, and salmon. You can try to get the little bones out but they have calcium and they're pretty soft anyway. add enough bread crumbs (or crushed croutons in a pinch) to be able to make little balls. Maybe a 1/2 cup. A sprinkle of old bay if you have and like it. I pan fry these in canola or safflower oil. You can make ahead and reheat in the oven, or just form the patties and put the in the fridge which will firm them up a little for frying which is helpful sometimes. I serve with a little dip 2-3 tbls. Mayo, squirt Lemon Juice, and pinch Dill.

We like rice and veggies with. This was totally a rip off from my cousin Craig T Patterson's totally slammin' Salmon patties he made for A-d Christening, since he's the Godfather and all.


Not what you have a taste for tonight?  See my other Dinner (now)  post!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Toddler mittens

I finally (almost) finished for K-dog but of course soon mitten season
will be over. On the upside K is thrilled and I think I came up
with a very workable pattern. I'm totally willing to share, and would
love it if someone would test-knit it for me.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Dummies

How old-school do I feel. Adeola HATES car rides and usually we just
avoid them, but we'llbe visiting family that lives *gasp* in the
suburb's so I think we may be I'm the car a while. There will also be
an airplane as well. We don't usually don't even give her "dummies"
so I don't know which will agree with her. If anyone wants to know
this represents more than $20 modern, BPA-free, PVC-free, natural
rubber or silcone, orthodontic, pre-teething faux nipple design! So
new that most were not on the market just 30 months ago when Kiran was
born! I think if it was entirely up to me I'd just skip the car rides.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Sweet and tart

Sweet and tart and juicy, Kiran loving the summer weather and a
nectarine.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Nine days

Nine days
Give or take, until the baby's due. This pregnancy hasn't been what I
expected it to be at all. I knew it would be different from my
first pregnancy, but I thought I'd still know what to expect. I've
gained less weight, felt more healthy over all, less asthma swelling
and leg pain, the baby is bigger, but I'm more anxious about the birth.
I'm getting so excited about meeting this new baby! Every day, I think
that this may be the day. I guess I remember how amazing it was meet
Kiran for the first time. I get amazed by Kiran everyday, he's so
sweet, and smart and I love his imagination.
The next few weeks are going to be a whirlwind, but for some reason I
can't wait!

Kisha Lynn Patterson-Tanski
Sent from my iPhone

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Kiran and yogurt

Thursday, January 22, 2009

When I woke up this morning

I realized something really quite interesting. My family lives in a city (Buffalo) with an African-American Mayor, in a state (New York) with an African-American Governor, in a country (USA) with a mixed-race/ African-American President. This is a lot of executive brownness, you know I think my city council person is Hispanic. So I should feel that we have "overcome" and racism is a thig that my son will never have to encounter.

He's just a bit over two years old, and Kindergarten is not until 2011, but I have serious reservations about sending him to public school. I'm not so worried about a thin curriculum or lack of art and gym, I feel that I can supplement those. I'm more worried that because 1 out of 2 of the African-American boys in our city don't graduate from high school and that because of this his Kindergarten teacher will have lower expectations from him. I worry that she his brown skin and assume that his curiosity, exuberance and spirited-ness are liabilities and a discipline problem. Or worse yet, knowing that he only has half a chance at achieving a basic education she'll just protect her job and teach to the state test and leave out everything else. Our school staff and administration isn't all white, in fact the superintendent is another accomplished African-American. After some of the things that the public has said about Barack Obama I'm also worried about what some of his black teacher and classmates might think about him. Kiran is multi-racial, like most Americans, but he wears it on his face and in his crazy curly hair. Will someone say he's not black enough because his father is Polish, and his mother went to college and speaks standard English. This is one of the most hurtful things that anyone can say to you, or think about you. I know because since I was in honors classes in high school, students and teachers implied that I mustn't be really *that Black*, right?

So there's always private school and if we scrimp and save we may be able to pay for some of that. The parents and teachers with no doubt be a little more familiar with multi-racial children, and maybe a little less prone to stereotypes and there will be little room for low expectations. I went to private school for most of elementary school but I clearly remember the mother of one of my classmates giving me what could simply be called a reading test when I went over for a play date. Are you kidding me? no. Can President Barack keep that from happening to Kiran? Can I?

I'm not sure that I should try to protect him from everything, and if I do succeed in protecting him, what about all the other children in my town, my state and my country. If they have to encounter these little injustices, these big injustices how will they be affected. How can I protect them too?

Friday, November 14, 2008

boy in the sand box

this may be the last warm and sunny day for a while, so we went to the playground. I miss summer just a bit already. Tuesday made 12 weeks pregnant. I'm not really showing too much. . . Well maybe some, but I haven't gained much weight yet. My regular shirts ride up and my jeans are snug, but I still don't fit even my smallest maternaty gear yet!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

I know its been a while

Very much has happened in the last months: Kiran's growing each day, and I've been very busy with work, both very exciting. But the most exciting thing to have happened in the last few months is that I've found out that I'm pregnant again! some part of me is a little surprised that I'm up for it all that again, but I guess so. I'll be 10 weeks pregnant on Tuesday so that will put my due date at May 24th, but you know they should never give you a due date, it more like we'll have a Taurus/ Gemini cusp child. I'll be posting the tummy pictures here and facebook




Monday, September 29, 2008

Another First

Well it happened. In the life of most children it will happen. We had to take Kiran to the Emergency Room last night. He fell and busted the inside of his lip. I wasn't there when it happened so of course Greg felt really guilty. I know it just bound to happen, and this was really minor, just one (or maybe two) stitches, and a Tetanus shot (which really hurt). The nurses at children we wonderful, and very understanding and compassionate to his pain and upset. The only thing that baffled me was that they wouldn't let me nurse him. I mean it was so upset, and I always imagined that I'd be able to nurse him through this something like this. But a strict "no feeding" policy applies to that too. So for the entire time while we were waiting to be stitched Kiran was just begging for "nummies". That was very stressful for both of us. When we got home he just crashed, he even slept in a bit today, but even through the puffiness and slight bruising it looks so much better now. Knowing the general resilience of kids, and Kiran's good humor I know he'll be "all better" very soon.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

The World is Opening Doors to Higher Education, what about Buffalo?

NPR and the Global University:

I have really enjoyed Joyce Kryszak ongoing articles about the University at Buffalo, and how international students and even offshore campuses have expanded our local university, I think for the best. However, last week you segment (or an ad for it) was closely followed by coverage of Buffalo Schools Superintendent James A. Williams’s convocation for this year’s public school session. He commented on the lack-luster high school graduation rates across the city and the down right deplorable odds for African-American boys in our city schools. Is it possible that a UB student is more likely to encounter someone from Singapore than a black person from University Heights neighborhood? While I am glad that UB has made the effort to distinguish itself as a diverse international institution; I am saddened that the impenetrable heart of intellectual darkness may be right across the street. I wonder what the University had done about attracting and retaining racially, ethnically, and culturally diverse students from the Western NY area and Buffalo specifically. Especially when these students may be the ones who will want to stay here, to attract employers, or become employers themselves. They could become human capital investment that Buffalo has longing for.

I did not grow up in Buffalo, but I am a UB Graduate, and UB’s graduate architecture program is one major reason that I decided to stay in Buffalo. The field of architecture is not known for its diversity, and has long been the purview of old white men. This is changing, and nearly half of my classmates were women. Because UB attracts so many international students, I had the benefit of a studio environment that included European, Canadian, and most notably Asian students. In many ways, this enriched our learning environment. However, as an African-American woman, I was nearly always the only representative of this group. In my first year, many students and sometime professors referred to me by the name of the only other African-American woman who was there, we shared no classes, and really do not look anything alike. When she graduated, at least people knew who I was; or should I say EVERYONE knew who I was, I wasn’t famous, I just stuck out. Why were there be more international architecture students than black, Hispanic, Native American, or even White students from Buffalo. This always seemed particularly hurtful to me just as I would leave south campus; I would drive through hurting neighborhoods that are in such dire need of design and of the designers who are intimate with and invested in them. I knew that many of the talented students I went to school with were going to leave not only Buffalo, but also the country when they graduated.

This is not just UB’s problem; they cannot enroll students that are not ready for higher education, nor is it just the problem of Buffalo Public schools. As we know, Buffalo is a poor city, and not yet healed from the scars and scrapes of its industrial history. The high school and college education of the not-so wealthy, and minority student is a looming community and national issue. It is be unfair to portray these students as any less hungry or knowledge than their Singaporean counterparts. Why do not UB’s globalization efforts start by reaching across Bailey Avenue? If culture, national origin, religion, even language are bridged, why not race, neighborhood, and socio-economic status? I cannot say I have an immediate solution to this complex problem, but I am interested in raising awareness, and doing what I can to contribute to its long-term solution. I think that UB has and will be a key to that solution. UB should continue to distinguish itself as a Global University, but it should also look towards the world away that is at its front door.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Eating like a big boy

Saturday, July 19, 2008

K and Mommy

Kiran and i about to walk!
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