The Smartmouth Mombie I may not be 'in da house' but I'm probably in mine.




Really? Who knew?
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Punk Mama
You're a punk rock mommy! DIY is probably your
motto, because you're a punk mama at heart.
Your kids are getting your independent spirit
and guts, and learning to solve problems
themselves. You love it when they show their
independence, even when it's breaking your
heart.


What kind of a freaky mother are you?
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This is I could have waited for
Friday, November 25, 2005

The Little Guy is a champion cruiser these days, moving from couch to chair to table to shelving with ease. Alas, he cannot move easily from back of foam chair to shelving with ease (what with foam chairs not being renowned for their stability). The chair tipped, he slipped, he cut his lip (it's like poetry but not), and he bled all over the front of my shirt.

He's fine. But I could have waited to see blood pouring out of my child's mouth, I could have waited forever.

Forest. Trees. Meh.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005

You've heard the expression, 'can't see the forest for the trees'?

Well, I've got the opposite problem.

I have no problem seeing the big picture, the end result, the destination.

What I can never see are the steps to get there.

I can't see the trees for the forest.

I first realized this when reflecting on the challenges of writing my MA thesis. I used to procrastinate a lot because I didn't have the perfect time to work on it, or because I didn't know what to do next. Occasionally I'd get a germ of an idea(a good place to look for one of those is at the bottom of a glass of wine, club soda and cranberry juice in equal parts.) and I would sit and write and write and write. I'd end up editing most of it out, but the writing itself was very freeing.

And it felt very productive.

The puzzling thing is that I never caught on that doing something was better than doing nothing, and that simply sitting in my chair hitting the keyboard produced results.

The sad part is that this tree blindness extends to all sorts of areas in my life. I have a lot of writing I want to do but because I don't have hours and hours to write at once, I don't do it. I want to learn to play guitar but because I can't learn instantly, I can't bear to start.

I end up frustrating myself and (probably) the people around me because sometimes even small tasks remain undone because in my head they are linked with a much larger task that is insurmountable at present.

Why is it that I can only see the forest? Why can't I see it asd made up of one perfectly manageable tree after another?

Perhaps there is no point in asking why. Do I need to know why before I can break the habit? I don't know. Perhaps struggling with the why is a sophisticated procrastination technique, allowing me to feel like I am focussed on the task at hand while actually safely avoiding the changes I must make.

So how do I make those changes?

I think a change from being task-oriented to being time-oriented might help.

If instead of biting off more than I can chew, I just nibble away at one corner for a set amount of time. (yes I *do* like to extend a metaphor, thanks for asking)

I've been having some success in using the time method for organizing my house, let's see how it pans out for everything else.

because we can't make do with only a part...
Thursday, November 17, 2005

The Whole Mom

They say it's your birthday...
Thursday, November 10, 2005

it's my birthday too, yeah.

Divide me by 11, baby, I'm 33 today.

I don't know if 33 is supposed to feel old or young, but I just feel like me.

I've never been one of those people who has been all caught up in how old I am. Well, except for the milestone birthdays that let me wear make-up, drive, or go to a bar. At any rate, I don't spend time regretting the things I haven't done yet, or worrying that I missed out. I know a lot of people face their birthdays with dread, but I usually have this slightly surreal feeling, like I'm in touch with the day I was born, with making the transition from one kind of life to another.

Actually, I have a similar sort of feeling on my anniversary, my base level happiness is slightly raised (and it is pretty damn high to start with), so I have a good underlying feeling all day. I'm ready for good things to happen.

And, they usually do.

So far today, The Boy and The Man sang me Happy Birthday while The Little Guy waved his arms and clapped, and they presented me with my new digital camera, a funky notebook (for ideas according to The Man, to make lists according to The Boy (who loves him some lists)), and my traditional birthday present of chocolate-covered cranberries. Me and the boys had my favorite birthday breakfast of Eggo blueberry waffles, French Vanilla frozen yogurt, and strawberry puree (The Man is not so much a fan, he had Life Cinammon cereal) and all is good.

Things are turning out well.

I have lots more to write about, but it's my birthday and I feel like hanging out with The Boy rather than writing, so I'm exercising the Birthday Dame privilege and making a break for it.

Happy Birthday to Jacob, I hope your birthday rocks, dude!

I doubt Dr. Seuss would be impressed
Thursday, November 03, 2005

There is this Dr. Seuss* book that my family used to have called Great Day for Up.

As is a habit with my family, we have co-opted that title and reworked it for our own needs. When someone in our family is having a one of those thick days where we just feel stupid and want to give up, we tend to say "This is NOT a great day for up".

Now that you are all up to speed, I'll get to the point. (or something, calling it a point may require too much of a suspension of disbelief)

This, my friends, was NOT a good day for up.

The Little Guy is fascinated by my headboard**, and has decided to make it an object of intense scrutiny. This would not be a problem but his chosen time for woodwork examination is 4:00-5:30am. If you were a fly on the wall at that time the last few nights you would have seen me repeatedly trying to get TLG to lie back down and go back to sleep. I lie him down, he rolls over, crawls to the headboard, pulls himself up, starts announcing his findings to the world at large (mamamamamamam, aaaaaayaaaaaa). Repeat ad infinitim (ad nauseum).

Actually, let me take that back. If you were a fly on the wall at that time, I'd swat you with a rolled up newspaper. Unless you let me know in advance that you were planning to drop by while in altered form, that's different.

ANYWAY...

I haven't been getting enough sleep and it is already taking its toll. I trudged through today (TLG was also Crankenstein, fussing everytime I put him down and having only minimal naps) without really enough energy to both keep ahead of the mess and be kind to my children. Today the kids won but if TLG is up again tonight then I make no promises, perhaps tomorrow I'll be merely somewhat civil to the kids and pour my meager energies into the housework.

 

** Yes, he usually sleeps in bed with us. Yes, we have done our best to make it a safe environment. No, we are not concerned with him never sleeping anywhere else. Chill.

*The book may not have actually written by Geisel, but it came in a series with the Cat in the Hat, and One Fish Two Fish.

Hmm, that's not the feminism I remember.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005

I'm reading Dr. Leonard Sax's Why Gender Matters* and I'm struck by what seems to me to be a strange interpretation of the feminist perspective **.

Perhaps it is because I come to my feminism through Anthropology, not through Women's Studies, so it is more of an academic, personal thing than an activist thing, but I seem to have understood the importance of the difference between sex and gender (or at least the feminist perspective on same) differently than Sax and, in fact, a number of other people I have encountered lately.

The basic idea is that sex is a biological fact*** but gender is a social construction, that is, the meanings and status that a given society attributes to a given sex. And, given that, there is no biological reason or justification for discriminating on the basis of sex.

Okay, that much most of us can agree on.

But then Sax goes on to imply that the scientific, academic and feminist worlds have been trying to claim that gender is irrelevant, that we can eliminate it entirely, that we can have a gender-neutral world.

That's where I get lost.

See, I was never under the impression that we were seeking gender-neutrality, I thought feminism was seeking gender-equality. To stop discrimination based on cultural assumptions related to biological sex.

Yet, I can't dismiss what Sax (and the others) are saying about the goals of those different communities, I can't be sure that he is wrong. Now, I'm wondering if my anthropological lead-in to feminism has only exposed me to the less radical aspects of the movement, that there are feminists who dismiss gender as an irrelevant construction that has little to do with ability.

Because if those feminists do exist, and if they are anything other than a small group of radicals, then I have a lot of thinking to do.

I'm all about rooting out assumptions, and I'm all about encouraging kids (and adults) to take on roles that suit them rather than limiting people to cultural constructions, but I'm not all about ignoring scientific evidence that female and male brains process information differently, or that male and female eyes tend to pick out different things, or that female ears hear a wider range and volume of sounds than male ears.****

Biology is not destiny, but it is a factor in our personal development, along with how we were parented and the values of the society we belong to, and I don't think that any of those factors can be discounted.

So, now I must do some more research (us bookish dames do love us some research). Have I missed the boat? Is there a feminist agenda of gender-neutrality that I somehow missed? Or has Sax implied something that is not quite true?

 

*Why am I reading this? Well, as I've mentioned before, I'm always trying to sort out the difference between 'bad' behavior, 'boy' behaviour and television-induced behaviour. That is, is something like The Boy's fondness for identifying everything cylindrical as a bomb something I should curb, something I should ignore or something caused by an outside influence that I should re-evaluate the impact of? By the way, even with the possibility of a 'straw woman' (ooh, I *am* a feminist) argument going on, the Sax book is pretty interesting and informative for understanding why kids act like they do. You have to ignore some of his comments on how to prevent rampant teenage sex. And his idea that a four month old boy is trying to control his mother is out to lunch, but,overall, it is a very thought-provoking book. But I do have to check out the mystery feminists.

** Yes, yes, I know there are feminisms not a feminism but bear with me here, I'm trying to figure something out.

***Well for most of the population, I'm not sure how transgendered people feel about that.

****Of course, my suspicious feminist brain also feels a need to check out the studies that make these conclusions, to ensure that the study design was not gender-biased. I'm not even sure how I'd go about that, but I feel the need to.

Reason #8423 I'm glad I'm not a kid.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005

I was sitting at our kitchen table with The Boy yesterday discussing the letter A* and after we practiced making an A sound, he asked me to read something to him on a package of crayons. I did, and then said "You know, in a couple of years, you'll learn how to read." He looked shocked and said "Me? I'll learn to read? Really?"

How weird would it be not to know that things are going to change? Not to understand that you are going to get bigger** and learn new things?

No wonder kids flip out when you don't do things exactly the same as you did last time, or get so melodramatic about being sick or not buying something at the supermarket. If I had no idea that things could ever be any different, everything would take on much greater significance for me, too.

 

*In an effort to find interesting things to do with him until he gets to the project stage when I'll really come into my own ("Mommy, let's find out stuff about Triceratops, and build one out of glue and popsicle sticks!" "OKAY!"), I've decided to give each week a letter theme and try to do stuff involving that letter every day. I'm doing okay so far, but it's only Tuesday!)

** Well, he knows that he'll get bigger but he doesn't understand the implications, I don't think.