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Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Roanoke
Birthday: 6/5/1979
Gender: Female


Interests: Knitting, reading, writing, scrapbooking; hiding from husband and toddler with laptop.


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Thursday, June 05, 2008

I am 29 years old today.

It was just another day. It had it's high points (going out to a Japanese restaurant with my family) and it's low points (standing outside in the HOT at the playground), but it was just another day.

At 8:37, the minute of my birth, I was sitting in the van while Gene and Rachael had gone into the mall, holding Amelia. She had just finished nursing and was snuggling. I couldn't have planned it any better.

She's becoming mobile now - scooting (mostly backward) and even standing if she has something to hold onto. Sometimes she frustrates me to no end by demanding incessant attention, but her smile melts my heart every single time. Being a mother of two is so much harder than I thought it would be, but I don't regret it for a second.

Rachael constantly amazes me. She's reading so well - we've been working on words with a silent E ending this week, and she picked it right up. She's four. And I can't spell in front of her any more.

It breaks my heart sometimes that she's such a Daddy's girl - it's all about Daddy, all the time. There is no secret that he's the preferred parent. But during times like tonight, when she fell off of her chair in the restaurant, hit her head and came up scared and crying...it was Mommy's lap and arms that she sought out. And it was Mommy that she woke up as soon as it was light out this morning to present with a stack of birthday cards - two from Daddy, one from Milly, and two from her. One store bought (Strawberry Shortcake) and one hand made. (Just guess which was my favorite?) I may not be her "favorite", but I know that there's no love like the one a girl has for her mother. And I'm so blessed to have hers.

Everyone is harping on the fact that next year I'll be 30. I say, big deal. Granted, I may not feel that way then...but for right now, my girls' birthdays bother me much more. Amelia will be six months old on Sunday. Six months! Where has the last six months gone? She was just born! She'll have her first solids on her "half birthday" - mashed banana. I figured that nasty, bland rice cereal wasn't much of a treat. She's definitely interested in real food now, so I think it'll be a big hit. I can't wait to see, and have nearly caved and given it to her already...but we're this close now to six months of breastfeeding exclusively, and I know that I would be disappointed with myself if I caved before then.

So, yeah. 29 years old, with a nearly six-month-old newborn and a four-year-old teenager. Life is good.


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

The smart thing about breastfeeding

What happened
A study released this week provided fresh evidence that breast-feeding can make children smarter. The research by scientists in Canada and Belarus showed that babies whose mothers breast-fed them longer—and never used formula—scored about 5 percent higher on IQ tests several years later and did better academically than other kids.

What the commentators said
The evidence about the benefits of breastfeeding is really piling up, said Jacob Goldstein in The Wall Street Journal’s Health blog. Breast-fed children in this study scored higher in every measure of intelligence, although the differences were small—in some cases not statistically significant. In some areas—including verbal IQ—the advantages gained by the breast-fed kids were “significant.” Since this was the largest randomized trial on the subject, the findings really back up the growing evidence that breastfeeding makes kids at least a little smarter.

Breastfeeding is clearly a smart move, said Jennifer Lance in the blog Eco Child’s Play. Breast milk is “the perfect food,” and this isn’t the first study to find that it gives children higher IQs. It also has been credited for strengthening immune systems, and discouraging allergies. “Breastfeeding may also prevent some forms of breast cancer in the mother.”

There are plenty of reasons why more women than ever are breastfeeding, said Shari Roan in the Los Angeles Times’ Booster Shots health blog. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention last week released the results of a survey of mothers and infants taken in 2005 and 2006 showing that 77% of all infants were breastfed at least once. “However, breastfeeding advocates say the real picture isn't so positive.” Breastfeeding rates are lower in some “racial and ethnic groups, compared to whites, and lag among lower-income women, younger women, and those who work.”


Original Article  (emphasis mine)


Monday, May 12, 2008

My mother-in-law forwarded this to me in an email, and it's so true, every word of it.

Before I was a Mom, I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullabye.

I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom, I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom, I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom, I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom, I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every ten minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.


Monday, April 28, 2008

On days like today, I am especially thankful to be a stay-at-home mom. It's Monday morning, 11:30, pouring buckets outside...and instead of being dressed and in a stuffy office somewhere with my babies somewhere else, I'm in my pajamas on my own couch, listening to the rain on the skylights while the baby naps and Rachael picks up her room. *sigh*  I am so blessed.

Which keeps me from whining too much about how it always rains on the days I need to go to the grocery store...eh, I have enough in the pantry to scrape by until tomorrow.

Quick updates on my girls...Amelia is just a JOY. Yes, she likes a lot of attention, but that's okay. She's cuddly and precious and I'm just so thankful to have her. At her last well baby visit, she was 17 lbs. (that's 97th percentile for weight) and 25.5" (93rd for height). She wakes up every morning with a smile on her face, and grins her big, gummy grin whenever you talk to her. She loves to have her tummy and her little feet tickled. She's just precious, and I love her SO much.

Rachael...well, having a bit harder time with her lately. In true four-year-old fashion, she is asserting her independence left and right, and this includes a raging case of selective hearing. The biggest battles are over cleaning her room, but most things have to be repeated twice for her. This is very, very frustrating for us - we've tried so many tactics with her, but nothing seems to help. Bedtime is another battle - she has to pop out of her room five or six times before finally settling down for the night. Being that the gap between her bedtime and ours is my and DH's only chance to spend time together...well, it's irritating, to say the least. But, she is still a sweet child - so loving, always giving out hugs and kisses. She adores her baby sister, although she's not always as gentle with her as she should be. And SO smart - she astonishes me every day with the things that come out of her mouth.

Baby is waking up from her nap. Dinner is in the crock pot. Need to do laundry, but it'll wait. Think I'll go snuggle with my girls.


Sunday, April 06, 2008

Bought a new toy for Amelia tonight - the Fisher-Price Rainforest soother, which is awesome because it has a monkey AND a waterfall!   Attached it to the co-sleeper, and will give it a shot on Monday. I know she likes looking at it, but I want to wait until she's good and tired to really give it a go. Today being Sunday, she and Rachael will nap with me in the afternoon. Kind of a family tradition now.

Rachael is such a funny, creative girl. She had forgotten all about the show The Wiggles until she said something about fruit salad and Gene and I immediately sang "yummy, yummy!" So we had to explain that one to her...and before long, she was asking me to sing the fruit salad song about (insert random object here.) For instance...

HER: Sing the fruit salad song about Dora!
ME: Dora, Dora - speaking Spanish.
HER: Sing it about Legos!
ME: Legos, Legos - build it, build it.
HER: What about Stuffy? (Stuffy being a teddy bear.)
ME: Stuffy, Stuffy - soft and squishy.

This went on for quite some time, as she listed everything she could think of for me to sing about. Finally, I turned the tables on her - and I was pretty impressed by some of the things she came up with!

ME: How about a book?
HER: Bo-ok, bo-ok - read it, read it.
ME: Milly?
HER: Milly, Milly - fussy, fussy.

It was great - so much fun. I just love trying to figure out how her little mind works.

Our new homeschool stuff will be here on Monday, and I'm not sure who's more excited! I can't wait to dig into it all...



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