Saturday, September 19, 2009

mutton busting



we were supposed to drive to my hometown last night for a family reunion that is taking place today, as it does every year at my favorite time of year. unfortunately, i couldn't stomach the thought of driving 5 hours each way for a visit less than 36 hours and no place to take the dog, to boot. anyway, since i had the day off already, we took advantage of the oak grove youth rodeo mutton busting clinic.

go look up mutton busting. i'll wait.

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okay, now that you know what it is, picture khary atop one of those big ole sheep. cute picture, huh? now blink. that's about how long he stayed on the first time. he landed on his side, scraping his ribs up a little. and he cried. and i missed the whole thing because our other friend's son was riding at the time & had a great ride. they're not supposed to let 2 sheep go at once, so i didn't expect my bubba to come out of the chute so soon. :( he said he didn't want to do it anymore, but we'd paid for 3 attempts, so we hung out and discussed how he could wear a glove, borrow a rodeo vest and some knee & elbow pads. (he was already wearing his bike helmet, per recommendation.) he said he'd go if daddy could go next to him and make sure he didn't fall so hard. yay. so he went. and i got a video. it's very short, too. and daddy was slow, and it looks in the video like he pulled khary off the sheep, but khary was already falling. really. but he fell on his back and got scraped up some more.

he says he never wants to ride sheep again. good deal--agreed. we'll see if he says the same thing next weekend when he has the opportunity to ride again at the mahaffie farmstead festival.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

out of touch with illness and death

yeah, it's been forever. get over it.

i've had some ideas floating around in my head for the past few months that seem to have congealed into a very rough theory this week: we are so far removed from death and dying that we don't understand the the difference between being sick and being gravely ill.

case in point: a few weeks ago, i had a virus hit me really hard & i developed viral meningitis. i said that "m" word to several people and was shocked at the magnitude of their reactions--i swear they literally thought i was going to die or something. it was VIRAL, there's nothing to be done but rest and fluids; some magic pill isn't going to make it all better. i had to suffer...big woop. life has its suffering.

but i don't think people like that answer. they like the vaccination--oh, excuse me: "immunization" panacea. (which , btw, does not confer immunity. just so you know. so calling them that is misleading--they are vaccinations; there is no such thing as immunization.) so now we can't deal with our kids getting itchy spots. let's vaccinate them for chicken pox. then have to give boosters every x number of years because it might rear its ugly head as shingles. or get more injections of the shingles vax now that we have to deal with the aftermath of taking a virtually harmless illness almost out of the naturally occuring cycle of childhood illnesses. same for rotavirus. and i know from rotavirus. khary got it THREE times the summer he was 2. sucked donkey balls. but as long as he was hydrated (thank heavens for nursing & the electrolyte properties of breastmilk!), he was moreover a healthy kid, just suffering through an illness.

even as recently as 50 years ago in rural areas, maybe a century in metropolitan areas, folks regularly dealt with loved ones dying at home. and preparing the bodies themselves, maybe even having the wake and/or funeral at their home. we were not so far removed from death; ironically, it was a very natural part of the life cycle. we're born, we live a life, maybe suffer some illnesses, and die, hopefully in comfort and from natural causes after a life well lived.

today, we send sick people to institutions--hospitals, nursing homes, hospice. now i'm not knocking the institutions, just making an observation about how we no longer personally experience nearly every moment of a loved one's passing. we remove them from us and thereby remove ourselves from their mortality. how is it preferable for a sick or dying loved one to spend his or her last hours in a sterile, impersonal environment? i, for one, would like to spend my last moments in my home, with my memories, and my loved ones. even if it means they share the suffering of my passing a little.

without the valleys, we cannot know how high our peaks really are.

which brings me back around to vaccination and to americans' germaphobia. it's as if we don't personally experience others' illnesses/suffering so we no longer recognize it as a normal station in life. everyone gets sick. it's okay. in fact, there's mounting evidence that it's *GOOD* for you to experience the natural courses of many illnesses, particularly upper respiratory and intestinal illnesses. even if you submit to germ theory (which, btw, is being shown everyday to rest on faulty logic), these illnesses are mild for the vast majority of people who contract them. why must we be so terrified of the microbes around us?--we've evolved alongside them. our bodies are not supposed to be kept sterile. our attempts to achieve sterility have given rise to resistant strains of illnesses, including mrsa.

none of us truly enjoy suffering. and more certainly, none of us enjoy watching the suffering of loved ones (especially children) when they are ill. but aren't we missing the point if we don't allow illness to enter our lives? that point is that, to fully appreciate our lives and function optimally, we must understand the suffering of illness and the suffering of mortality.

thankfully, i don't have immuno-suppressed kids or close family members. for those in that situation, vaccination and sterility measures can indeed be life and death. but let's face it--the vast majority of germaphobes have no good reason to be that way (barring psychological issues). i'm decidedly *not* a germaphobe. i go to the store, to run errands, to take my kids places, when i'm sick and probably contagious. my kids are often out when they're probably contagious. the world could do with some more contagion of these small things--colds, sniffles, etc. maybe we're doing a public service. even if it IS the dreaded h1n1/swine flu, we'll likely experience it as a cold. it's not a death sentence. my great grandfather died in the flu pandemic of 1917-18, so i understand the fear, but this is not 1917. we can treat the secondary pneumonia that was the primary killer in that pandemic. we wash our hands regularly (hopefully with NON-antibacterial soap, though!), live closer to hospitals and have easier access to health care if we do become unusually sick. the vast majority of us don't have to live in fear that every little cough is sending microbes of death our way.

it irks me that social codes are shifting from the phobic person to stay away from contagious situations to so many people being phobic that the person with a mild cold is shunned.

so maybe these swirling thoughts have nothing to do with one another, but in my head there are some connections among them.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

better just the way he is

so there's this story i made up for khary about 2 yrs ago featuring his stuffed dog slash best friend, rocky. in it, the family is out hiking and khary finds a super-special stick that he says is perfect for rocky...turns out the stick is magic & rocky comes to life and can fly. they go on adventures, khary riding on his back, to dozer's favorite dog park, to the zoo, deanna rose, pretty much anywhere we feel like rambling about in the dark, since it's a bedtime, imagine-yourself-to-sleep kind of story.

we hadn't done the story in a long time, so the other night, i'm putting him to bed and he's a little restless, so i start in on the story, he comes up with even better adventures at nearly-4 than he ever did before. at the end, he says we went *back* to the woods to hike, and he brought the magical stick and threw it away. a bear ate it up. and he got a regular stick to bring home to rocky where he is. "one that isn't a magic flying stick."

me: did you have fun on your flying adventures with rocky, khary?
khary: yes, it was fun. but i like him normal.
me: so he's better just the way he is?
khary: exactly, mommy.

...awww, dangit, kid. you impress me every day.

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the other day we were getting ready to go somewhere, all four of us. i was still eating supper at the table & khalil was sitting on daddy's lap, also at the table. khary fell to pieces after being told that he could not, in fact, go upstairs to watch his show (noggin) before we left. he started crying and went over to daddy to lean his face against daddy's shoulder. meanwhile, khalil is very concerned that his big brother is so upset. and in slow motion, reaches up to khary's face and *ever-so-gently* wipes his big bro's tears away.

:::melt:::

(gawd, i'm misty-eyed again just thinking about it!)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

wise beyond his years

it struck me a couple times today just how very wise khary is becoming. first, he told me it's better to get ice in his cup first, then the water, so that the ice doesn't splash the water out and make a mess. granted, dawud and i have probably told him as much, but he totally understood and was actually reasoning through it. :)

second, i'm lying in bed with him and khalil this afternoon--settling down for naptime--and he asks me to stop singing the lullaby i sing every day so he can practice putting himself to sleep. O_o and he proceeded to do just that, whispering "chicka chicka boom boom" to himself for a while until he drifted off.

meanwhile, khalil is almost toothed. almost. almost is a bitch. almost means near-constant screaming, demanding to be held at all times (if not nursing), only sleeping for about 15 minute stretches, and generally being a drain on an already-sick mommy. little dude hurts a lot, but BOY is he going to be even cuter with teeth, if you can believe it.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

holy crap, i just bought two cases of wine!!

well, i'm only keeping 5 bottles. the rest i'm holding hostage for friends till they give me ransom.

cellar rat wine merchants, at 17th and baltimore, has a monthly case for only $100. once a month, they hold a case tasting, at which you can actually **pick and choose** which wines you want. if you're keeping count, with tax, that comes to only $9/bottle!!!

happy birthday to me!

the flight:

an interesting day...or not. i liked it, anyway

we started khary's occupational therapy today at children's mercy. it went well, despite us being late (and *that* despite us getting up before 6:30 for an 8am appt). during khary's session, khalil got a little restless, so i put him into the ball pit, into which he sank with every move as if in quicksand. here's a shot of him freaking out and begging to get out of the pit, lol:



(i'm really not a mean, terrible mommy. i just do psychological experiments with my infant.) :P

and today began "explore the city tuesdays" for my boys and me. we (i) have decided to do something cool every tuesday after ot since we've gotten up and about early and all. today we went to crown center, then via skywalk to union station, where we shared a huge, diabetic-coma-inducing cinnamon roll. now i *really* can't wait for the weather to be nice! i've got plans, you know.

after eating half of our respective grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and nap, we had the 2nd halves of our lunches. i noticed dozer freaking out a bit more than usual, so i peeked out the window to the porch:



that right there is a squirrel who's been visiting us lately gorging himself on the pecans i left out on the porch on sunday. (why did it take him so long to find them???) i had a couple handfuls of leftover pecans that my aunt had given me over the holidays. i made some yummy candied pecans and dawud made a pecan pie, which he tells me is fabulous, but i'll take his word for it.

...and soon i get to go taste and buy some wine!!!!

Thursday, January 1, 2009

black snowman and another by khary




notice that the popsicle stick snowman has an appendage at the bottom of the stick.

and khary's salt dough snowman is, of course, black. now, it's because he decided he wanted to paint all the ornaments we made black. but given his ethnicity, it's quite fitting.