What Will Their Future Hold? (15 + years later)

I stole this video from a former classmate's blog. We both remember watching these commercials air and I actually recall thinking, no way will this stuff happen in my lifetime. Sure enough, we've surpassed most of the promises and funny thing, AT&T does bring much of it! I wonder how things will change for Ashton & Kate in their lifetimes...
Video from 1993 (I was 12ish!)

"Kate" lyrics by Ben Folds Five

"Kate"

lyrics by Ben Folds Five

(Make-up by Kate)

She plays wipeout on the drums
The squirrels and the birds come
Gather round and sing the guitar
Oh i. . .have you got nothing to say
When all words fail she
Speaks
Her mix tapes a masterpiece
Walks through the garden
So the roses can see
Oh i. . .have you got nothing
To say
And you can see daisies
In her footsteps
Dandelions, butterflies
I wanna be kate

Everyday she wears the same
Thing
I think she ___

Shes everything I want
Shes everything Im not
Oh i. . .
Have you got nothing to say
She never gets wet
She smiles and its a rainbow
And she speaks and she
Breathes
I wanna be kate

Down by rosemary and cameron
She hands out the
Bhagavad gita
I see her around every couple
Days
I wanna see her so that
I can say. . .hey kate

Taekwondo Ashton

About a month ago Ashton started TaeKwonDo and is doing well with it. He has moments of frustration and anger, but overall he's adjusting and doing pretty good. He is expected to go a minimum of two times a week but can go up to five. The classes are 45 minutes long and a mix of girls/boys with ages 3-6. The instructors are great, very positive and help him handle his discouragement well.
He first got to choose his uniform, he had the option of black, red or blue and chose blue. He is a "Super White Belt" and already has earned 2 stripes! (Blue stripe and a green stripe.) After he earns 8 stripes (each color representing one skill each - (Focus, teamwork, control, balance, memory, discipline, fitness & coordination) he will then test to earn a "Super Yellow Belt" then Super Gold, Super Orange, all the way up to Super Red. To get to his first "Super Belt" he'll be expected to demonstrate various blocking techniques, a form, self defense, stomp kick and basic punches and kicks on the shield. He's been given a reference book with all the info about the program in it.
Our hope is this program helps him learn to listen and follow directions. We also are happy to see him do some physical activity that he enjoys.

Bad News...

The bad news is Ashton has a cavity. The good news is....well...don't have any right now. :(

What Being a 2nd Born is REALLY Like...

This video is a perfect example of what being a 2nd born is really like. I mean, look at the way we don't even pay attention to the poor infant (Kate) and the fact she is a few weeks old at most and probably suffered a bit of brain damage or something from this.

Had that been our 1st born, a wild toddler (Ashton) wouldn't have been allowed within 10ft of him. Poor Kate, but she took it all in stride, as she continues to do each and every day. Such a sweet girl! We don't intentionally ignore her, I keep telling myself we just let her experience more things... *Watch Kate's head the WHOLE clip.

Completly Accurate

Click for Complete Accurate View of My Day to Day with the Kids, Particularly While in a Car -

Mrs. Angry Reaches Her Limit: http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=1346130377&k=Z3LZ3ZP3S6YAUCD1QB64STXPQ4CG

(Courtesy of friends and fellow parents Chirs and Amanda McEwen)

LOL

I don't know how and I don't know when, but Ashton's picked up a very distinct laugh. I knew when I first notice his laugh change that I'd heard it somewhere before and after a few days I figured out where. ASHTON LAUGHS LIKE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS. I think we'll be monitoring his t.v. viewing a tad closer from now on...
See Video below for example...

Cake and Berries with Grandma Rossmeisl

Growing up, it simply wasn't summer if I didn't taste Grandma's strawberry shortcake. She'd rise early in the morning, cut and sugar the berries and set them to marinate on the sun porch. She didn't use biscuits, but pound cake, a cheap alternative that was encouraged during the Great Depression of her youth.

She'd tell me what she had brewing when I woke for breakfast and promise that, if I ate all my dinner and was a good girl, I'd get an extra dollop of homemade whipped cream with mine later that evening.

Under the shade of the Concord Grape arbor we'd eat our dinner in the waning sun of the late afternoon. After I gulped down my food I'd eagerly await the beat up tray of carefully made up desserts and notice mine in an instant, confirming my goodness by the extra-large mound of fluffy white cream, carefully drizzled with sweet, red juice.

Nothing has or could taste as good as that first bite of Grammie's summer Strawberries & Pound cake.

Apart

Yesterday we met up with Paul's mom, Darlene, and her friend Tracy at the Columbus, OH Zoo. We spent a great day exploring all there is to do at the Zoo (and there is PLENTY) then relinquished the kids to their Grandma. (More about the actual Zoo trip later).
I am sad, worried and miss them terribly, but happy to have some time to myself.

Photos -
http://the704reids.shutterfly.com/3873

Southern By the Grace of God

WOW! Ashton just said "Shucks!" when he didn't get what he wanted. LOL! Paul and I tried to keep moving along, like we didn't notice, but a few giggles did sneak out.
Also, as I type, he's helping Paul try out the new Waffle Iron we got him for his birthday. They are mix. Or, since Ashton just assured us in his best big boy voice ever while trotting over to the fridge to grab 2 eggs, "I'm the chef Daddy.". So, well, I guess Paul's assisting him. :)

Thankful

Two days ago I heard some tragic news that made me stop and be thankful for my own situation. Someone I know had a niece who gave birth this week to a baby that died due to strangulation by it's own umbilical cord during delivery.

This was horrible to hear, particularly since Kate, when born, had her umbilical cord wrapped and knotted around her own neck. I remember the doctor saying he had never seen anything like it and him likening it to a sailor's knot of some sort.

You see, it all started with impatience...mine. Being as big as a house and chasing around a toddler in the dog days of summer was just about more than I could handle, never mind that Kate was taking her sweet time arriving. After her due date came and went, I think it was around the 1 week mark after it I started pleading with my OB to induce labor and get her out of me.

He agreed and we scheduled an induction for Sept. 15, 1.5 weeks after her due date. We checked into the hospital the night before and I was given Ambien (sleeping pill) by the nurses so I would be rested and ready for labor inducing in the morning.

Around 4:15am I remember being roused from sleep by what I thought was labor. I woke Paul up and told him the baby was coming and to call the nurse. Two nurses came in and told me it wasn't time yet and to go back to sleep. I tried to, but the contractions were too strong.

I then made Paul get the nurses back in to check me about 15 minutes later. I remember the nurse was grumbling to herself that she was busy and I wasn't ready, but agreed to check my cervix. It was then that she lifted the sheet and yelled to me "Whatever you do, don't push yet! I've got to get the doctor!" She then hurried out of the room.

Frantic and dazed from the sleeping pill, I looked to Paul trying to figure out what was going on. He then checked under the sheet and screamed out "I see the baby's head! Where is the doctor?" I then looked to the door of our room just in time to see the doctor stumbling in putting his shoes/booties on. He hurriedly sat down on a stool and pulled up to my "area" just in time to coach me to push, the baby was in fact, as I had told them, "coming". (Why doesn't anyone EVER listen to the mother in situations like these???)

After the normal birthing process occurred, Katherine Elizabeth (Kate) arrived into this world and we received the standard "It's a girl!" (which we knew) and I waited for her to be placed on my chest so I could meet her. I guess I got caught up into hearing the nurses talk about her amazing strawberry blond hair, (me thinking she must be blond like her daddy but it was tinted with blood or some fluid) but, as the minutes ticked by, I became worried. As soon as I began to speak up, she was given to me and we were told of how lucky we all were. She did have her own umbilical cord wrapped around her neck and it had become tied, so had she waited until we had scheduled her for delivery, she may not have made it. The doctor also went on about the oddness of the type of knot it resembled and how unique that was. But, honestly, I guess I thought death in childbirth was a thing of long ago historical novels and surely it wouldn't have happened in the new high-tech hospital we were in, so I just shrugged him off thinking she was never in any REAL danger.

Now, two and a half years later, as I heard the awful story of my friend's niece's loss, I was reminded of how lucky we are to and how thankful I am that Kate is with us today, happy and healthy!

Kate's Worst Fear

Ever since Kate was a teeny-tiny baby she has been deathly afraid of car washes. She cries when we pass them on the street, talks about them with fear in her voice and runs away from things she mistakes for car washes. And, well, it's my fault.

When she actually WAS a teeny-tiny baby we took our new van through a car wash at our local Auto Bell and, as we went into the wash, I didn't realize her door wasn't shut all the way. I'm not talking about it being wide open or anything, but just enough so that when the high speed rinse came on she was sprayed some. My poor thing started screaming like there was no tomorrow! Next all the noise and giant mops dragging across our window didn't settle her down of course.

I was exhausted from mothering a newborn, sleep-deprived me didn't know what to do, because the way the Honda is, you have to open the door to close it and we were on a conveyor-belt deal with an un-maned car in front of us. So we had to just ride the thing through. Poor Kate apparently still has nightmares from when we rode through the dryers almost 3 years later.

She also hates getting water poured over her head at bath time. Weird coincidence or have I traumatized her in more ways than I know? God I hope not!

Looking back I think I should have been given and would have failed a parenting test, but hey, what can you do about it now. Needless to say, car washes are her biggest fear and I take full responsibility. Now the world knows why and you can come get me now with the handcuffs. (My poor baby girl!!!)

So, if you notice our car getting a little dusty, for Kate's sake, please don't write "Wash Me" on the back window.

Ashton-isms

Lately Ashton is trying out some grow up talk. Sometimes it comes out right, some times wrong, but usually unexpected either way. Enjoy!

• Ashton:"So, what's with the guy mowing Susan's lawn anyways?" (He inserts the word "anyways" anywhere in a sentence and often.)


• Ashton: "Kate can wear my Superman PJs, but not on Sat." Me mildly amused: "Why, what's going on Sat?" Ashton: "I don't know, Sats are just kinda weird. So no PJs for Kate on Sat." (He also thinks kinda and weird should be in about every sentence. )


• Ashton: "Is it tomorrow yet?" (Paul and I can't figure out how to explain the concept of tomorrow to him so he can get it.)


• Ashton: "I want $64,000 so I can buy a toy." or "In 960 minutes I'll be ready." (Numbers don't quite mean what they should I guess.)

Love this time with them!

Super Parenting...and What the Rest of Us Are Doing.

On Here and Now with Robin Young this segment caught my attention: "Bad Parenting - Literary critic Steve Almond joins us to discuss a slew of new memoirs in a hot new genre that some are calling “Bad Parenting.” Authors discussed in the segment: Diana Joseph, Robert Wilder, Rebecca Woolf. Find Steve Almond’s essays in the books, “Blindsided by a Diaper” by Dana Bedford Hilmer and “The Book of Dads” by Ben George."

I find myself laughing, thinking and sympathizing with this segment. Fascinating is the subject matter to me, particularly the discussion on where today's culture of "Super Parenting" comes from. Steve Almond talks about how, 40 years ago, parents were surrounded by extended family and were given advice and help by the experienced. Now, in our culture of high achievers and distanced families, parents project this need to be the best and least vulnerable upon ourselves and hold each other to impossibly high standards that may be tearing the fabric of our communities apart.

I hope that, through my honest and direct blog postings and stories I share with everyone I am single handily helping to change this stigma. I hope that my parenting is portrayed as rocky, but filled with good intentions; clueless, but learning; and filled with many emotions, but ultimately cemented by love and humor. Honest and true, it is what it is, a wild and unexpected ride filled with stomach lurching turns and thrill filled descents and climbs. As crazy as it is I wouldn't trade this part of my life for all the money in the world. But I would like more calmer days and less chocolate on the carpet mornings! :)