Here’s why Seabass WILL take music lessons.

18 Nov

Not so he can grow up to be a concert pianist/cellist/kazooist.

Not so he can build character while being called a band geek.

Not so he can shred on lead guitar…and get the girl.

Not so he can join the cast of My Fair Lady.

No, the only reason I will make Seabass take music lessons is to ignite in him a lifelong love of music like the people in this video have.   A flash mob hit Macy’s in Philadelphia’s Center City a couple Saturdays ago – 650 vocalists who, unknown to shoppers, had arranged to burst into song at noon.  Watch and weep.

THAT’S why.

Controversy Wednesday: VACCINATION

17 Nov

My precious little pincushion.

The timing of this discussion…er, monologue, is not a coincidence.  Seabass gets his 6-month shots today.  Hoo-ray.

A dear friend once told me about taking his daughter for her shots at three years of age.  “You think it’s bad when they’re infants?” he guffawed.  “Just wait ’till they can look deep into your eyes and plead ‘Why daddy?'”

I had never had a flu shot – or even given it much thought – until I was pregnant.  With the swine flu breaking out all around me this time last year, I suddenly cared very much about vaccines.  Very, very much.

I did some of my own “research,” which included poking around on the BabyCenter.com chat boards and such.  I scoff at the word research because, when it comes to the internet, I almost feel like there’s no such thing.  Everything is conjecture.  Everything is open for interpretation.  And God only knows where most of it really comes from.

Witness an article from something called Examiner.com stating that doctors are coming out to discredit the need for a vaccine because the H1N1  pandemic “may have in fact been a hoax.” 

While our administration and countries across the globe have been “pushing” pregnant women to the front of the line for the H1N1, we are now discovering much heartache from those who listened, received the vaccine and now are sure it caused them to lose their unborn child.

Articles like these make me nuts.  In the name of rigorous journalism, these writers plant ideas in my head that may or may not be true, and in the meantime, freak me out to the point of neurosis.  The fact that the website is called “Examiner” is a nice touch, too.  Gives it an air of credibility even though it’s basically a wiki.  (And speaking of wikis, notice that the author even cites a Wikipedia page as a reference source.  Come.  On.)

So anyway, back to my vaccination.  I was very much divided.  On the one hand, I had my OB telling me to get not only the swine flu vaccine, but the seasonal flu vaccine as well.  “I’m not going to demand that you get these shots,” he said, “but I am going to strongly recommend it.”

On the other hand, I had the onus of internet nay-sayers…and Jake.  That’s right, you guessed it.  Jake is anti-vaccine.

We had the discussion, and I totally tracked with him.  “These vaccines are so new,” he reasoned.  “How can anyone know what they’re doing to us in the long term?” 

It’s one thing to think about yourself and your own safety as an individual.  Frankly, if this were just about me, I’d say screw the vaccine and pass the mint jelly.

But it is something entirely different to think about a child for whom you are responsible and utterly head-over-heels.  Of course, all of this talk inevitably led to concerns about vaccinating the wee Seabass.  All I wanted to do was protect him.  That shouldn’t be too hard, right?  Oh, the ignorance. 

“It’s only one set of shots one time, right?” Jake asked me.  “And we just have to pick which ones we do and don’t want him to get, right?”

I didn’t have the foggiest idea.  Again, after the tiniest amount of “research,” I wanted to hurl myself out a window.  It is LOADS of shots on SEVERAL occasions.  To make matters worse, there are groups out there claiming that vaccines do horrible, unspeakable things to some children who receive them:

  • SafeMinds.org says vaccines cause autism. 
  • But Dr. Paul Offit says “no way, dude!” 
  • Then there’s some other guy with the wonderfully curious name of Seth Mnookin whose next book, The Panic Virus, details the implications of battling infectious diseases. 
  • Then there’s Jenny McCarthy running around through it all with GenerationRescue.org, which asserts that vaccines can indeed cause autism.  (By the by, WHY am I listening to you Miss McCarthy?  Because your son is autistic and you were in Playboy?  Hmm.) 
  • And then there are comments and blog posts and forums with all of us moms trying to figure it out.  It’s maddening.

In the end, I told Jake I couldn’t defer to research.  “Basically,” I said, “I can find a fact to defend any argument I choose.  So I leave this up to you.”  And here is what he decided:

  1. If the vaccine is less than 10 years old, we skip on it, as there is just too much unknown there.
  2. If the doctor (whether my OB or Seabass’ pediatrician, Dr. Awesome) doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other about a particular vaccine, we skip it.

Well, so far we haven’t encountered any vaccines younger than 10 years, and our doctors have urged us to go through with vaccinations.  So we’ve been textbook.  We didn’t even choose to get creative with scheduling Seabass’ shots like Dr. Sears recommends.  So boring.

In the end, we’ve decided that we have doctors for a reason.  Yes, they fail us sometimes, and yes, it’s hard to trust anyone to know all the answers.  But I really believe these people still know better than the internet does.  At the very least, they can hold our shaky parent hands and look in our bloodshot parent eyes and reassure us that whichever decision we make will be our own and no one else’s.  Now, which website can claim that level of sincerity?

I’ll never forget hearing a medical student describe her training: “Patients want so badly to believe that medicine is a matter of black and white, but I’m learning that it’s all just shades of gray.”  Scary.  And also, oddly reassuring.

Enough outta me.  What do you think?

Oh yeah, the dog. Part deux.

16 Nov

Watch yo back, suckas.

So, a few weeks ago I mentioned that our dog, Murphy, has somehow been chosen to appear on Animal Planet’s America’s Cutest Dog II.  Let me reiterate what I shared last time: We didn’t apply for this honor.  It all happened serendipitously through the miracle that is the internet.  And, quite simply, because our dog truly is America’s cutest. 

Anyway, we’ve received word that Murph’s television debut is this Saturday, November 20th at 9PM Eastern Time/Pacific Time, 8PM Central Time.  And again, this is on Animal Planet.  Here’s the bit of text from the official press release we received this week:

Dogs are America’s favorite animal, and the clips you are about to see make it totally clear that this is absolutely the case! Animal Planet is on a quest to find the cutest dog moments on the planet.

Hmph.  I usually couldn’t care less about adorable dog moments on TV – and really, do I have time to be entering my little dog in cuteness competitions? – but being a first-born over-ambitious psycho, I am dedicating far too much energy and thought to ensuring that Murph reigns supreme.

Case in point:

Through the wonder that is the blogosphere, I am able to peek behind the curtain and see who views Higher Highs, Lower Lows each day.  (Apparently most of you are single [!], female [no surprise there] and viewing my blog from work [naughty naughty.]) I’m also able to see what search terms people entered into Google to find me.  Usually, the terms lean toward the sad and desperate: spanking children, post-partum depression, and lack of bladder control.  But the day we got news that Murph was going to be on Animal Planet, a new search came up on my blog:

dogs competing for americas cutest dog

Here’s what this means: Someone is out there trying to size-up the other competing dogs.  They’ve seen Murph on this blog and they’ve felt his awesome powers of seduction.  And now they’re scared poopless because their dog doesn’t even begin to compare.

HEAR YE, HEAR YE, RASCAL INTRUDERS!  BEWARE THE GREAT AND POWERFUL DREAD SOVEREIGN MURPHY.  HE WILL DOMINATE AND YOU WILL PAY.

 

 

That is all.  I’m okay.

Hope you can watch Murph kick serious heiney on TV this Saturday. 

Poll Time: Long or short?

15 Nov

I can’t take it any longer.  My hair: it’s trying to kill me. 

Most of my life I’ve had long – LONG – hair, with intermittent bouts of shorter cuts.  Right now, I’m coming out of a short-hair spell of about two and a half years because I kept seeing beautiful women with long hair who made me believe I could once again pull it off.

So here are my pros and cons for long hair:

Pros of having long hair:

  • It looks pretty
  • Makes me feel like I haven’t 100% surrendered to the ‘mom look’
  • Doesn’t require a cut as often – saves $$
  • Jake likes to play with it

 

Cons of having long hair:

  • Takes forever to dry
  • Gives Seabass something to cling to, i.e. leads to bald spots
  • Too heavy to keep out of my face with an elastic
  • Potentially dowdy, flat, and Amish-esque
  • Suffocates me in my sleep
  • Gets in the way of everything
  • Jake likes to play with it, maybe a little too much

Looks like I want short hair.  How about you?  What works for you as a mom?



Sunday, phlegmy Sunday

14 Nov

It finally happened.  My sore throat has turned into a rich, gurgly hack of a cough.  This means I’m on the mend!  It also means my head is full of snot and my voice sounds like Harvey Fierstein. (In fact, when I called my friend Jenny in San Francisco yesterday, she asked, “Is this a drag queen?”) 

I’m tempted to take a video of me hacking to prove it to you, but instead, I offer this photo of my bedside table.

The worst part about being sick is that I have finally infected Seabass, poor little guppy.  As I write, he lays in his crib attempting to fall asleep, quiet for five minutes, fussing for one minute, quiet for three minutes, fussing for 30 seconds.  Remember the recent Controversy Wednesday about “crying it out?”  Yeah, that pretty much goes out the window when I hear my boy wailing from plugged nostrils and a hot little forehead.  You anti-cry-it-outters will feel vindicated to know that we’ve already gone in once to do some serious Seabass-soothing, and we’re on the verge of doing it again.

If only someone would give us all the answers.  Or even just create a Nyquil for nursing mothers.  I never thought I’d miss an over-the-counter drug quite so much, but I do.  Enough to write an ode.

Ode to Nyquil

Your hue, a bluish-green
As a syrup or a pill
You give us all relief
When we are feeling ill
My precious, precious Nyquil
The salve to soothe my brain
In earnest, I do wonder
When will we meet again?

Nothing like a bit of demotivation to kick-off the weekend.

12 Nov

Thanks to the folks at www.despair.com for this heartwarming sentiment.

Happy, happy weekend, everyone.

The best medicine for a sick nursing mother

11 Nov

Okay, so it's a little creepy that there's a fake blog for a fake couple and their fake baby.

I’m really sick.  Yes, I’ve descended into an abyss of wadded up toilet paper, fleece, grape juice and whining.  I’ve never been all that great at handling illness, but at least there used to be sick days I could use. 

Now?  Yeah, no such thing as sick days.  Drat.

Thankfully Jake has some.  When he got out of bed to start the pre-work hygeine routine this morning, I looked at him with death in my eyes and pleaded for him to stay home.  Thank God it worked. Otherwise Seabass may have driven me over the edge.  I don’t know what’s gotten into that kid, but he is downright inconsolable.  IS IT NORMAL FOR A BABY TO LAST ONLY ONE HOUR BEFORE MELTING DOWN???  IS IT NORMAL FOR HIM TO ACT LIKE HE’S ONLY THREE WEEKS OLD AGAIN???  Forget it.  I already know the answer: Every baby is differentTeeth.  His diaper’s too tight. 

Sigh.  He’s lucky he’s so stinking cute.

I think the toughest part about being sick right now is the fact that I can’t take much of anything to make me feel better because it will all either go straight to Seabass’ delicate little system or dry my girls up.  No Nyquil, Dayquil, Tylenol PM or anything that will knock me out and take away the pain.  I’m trying to remember that I did labor drug-lessly.  Labor was a lot harder than this, right?  Right?

Anyway, in my unmedicated oblivion, I’ve spent a fair amount of time poking around the internet.  And guess what I’ve found?  Only the best baby blog ever:

The Halpert Baby Blog.

I love love love The Office.  It’s the only TV show I watch because even when it’s bad it’s good.  So discovering the marketing genius that is a mockumentary blog about Jim and Pam’s baby Cece tickled me pink, though it’s also made me a little crazy how easy the show makes parenting look.  I know, I know: it’s not real.  But the blog certainly blurs the lines a little, doesn’t it?

Miracle Blanket Giveaway Winner

9 Nov

Hey folks, it’s me, your friendly cyber-neighborhood weirdo.

I have chosen a winner for the Miracle Blanket giveaway using www.random.org!  Here’s the rub: you have to visit the Miracle Blanket page on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/MiracleBlanket) to find out who the lucky pup is.  They’ll be posting the winners by 2pm Central Standard Time TODAY. 

Hip hip hooray for sleeping babies!

For this I will most assuredly be sent to hell.

8 Nov

Just this once...

I put him in front of the TV.  And he loved it.

When Seabass was first born, a friend came by to hand down a bunch of her kids’ old toys and such.  Excitedly pulling cool things from the bag, my hands found a VHS tape of “Baby Bach” by the Baby Einstein Company.  Then a “Baby Mozart” video. 

As if.  That’s the first thing that ran through my head, though I kindly thanked her and continued to delight in the new loot.  The videos took a spot on a shelf in Seabass’ room and have been collecting dust there ever since.  That is, until today.

Yesterday was Seabass’ first Daylight Savings day, and while it went okay, he’s definitely been fussier than usual, rubbing his eyes and biting his hands like he’s at war and they’re the enemy.  But the real kicker is that I’m sick again.  Went to bed last night with a raging sore throat and awoke to it in full bloom this morning.  So let’s just say the dye was cast.

I sat little Seabass in his Pack ‘n Play in the living room, lightly dusted with a few choice toys to occupy him.  And then I put in the Baby Bach video.  I lay down on the couch, my head throbbing, and watched as my sweet, innocent son surrendered to the mind-meld that is Baby Einstein.  Yes, I was complicit in the crime.

A few weeks ago, BFF Caroline told me that she had indulged in Baby Einstein with her own wee one.  “Have you seen this stuff, Jaime?” she asked in hushed tones, lest anyone hear how she’d sinned.  “It’s like a drug trip.  Or, at the very least, it’s certainly drug-induced.”

How right she was.  I suspect that if the stoner community at-large caught wind of these videos, The Dark Side of the Moon would be asked to step aside.  Baby Einstein consists of short – VERY short – clips of toys spinning, bouncing, and rolling to the music of whoever the featured composer happens to be. 

The Baby Einstein website describes their approach thus:

Baby Einstein offers a wide range of developmentally appropriate products for babies and toddlers. What makes Baby Einstein products unlike any other is that they are created from a baby’s point-of-view and incorporate a unique combination of real world objects, music, art, language, poetry and nature — providing you an opportunity to introduce your baby to the world around them in playful and enriching ways.

The part that gets me is that last sentence: “an opportunity to introduce your baby to the world around them in playful and enriching ways.”  I’d always believed that in order to introduce my baby to the world around him, I’d have to actually take him into the world, rather than plop him in a play pen to watch a video indoors.

But today?  Oh how I needed it.

The good news is that this whole being-humbled-with-impunity thing is getting a lot easier.

Some of the best advice I’ve received as a new parent.

6 Nov

You gotta suffer to play the blues.