Saturday, October 30, 2010

I Believe

...that late is better than never

...that your insecurities will eat you alive if you don't acknowledge them for what they are and get them off your chest.  Things always sound worse in your head.

...that Pauly D. is obsession worthy eating breakfast for dinner.

...that a little procrastination never hurt anyone

...that my child will never be a good napper and there's nothing I can do about it good wine, good food, and good friends

...that temper tantrums are God's way of getting back at me for being such a bitch to my mom as a teenager. hot cookies and cold milk

What do you believe in this week?


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Thursday, October 28, 2010

Is Your Kid Ugly?

Ask any mom and they'll tell you that their kid is beautiful, gorgeous, adorable, and some of them are and some of them, well not so much.  The thing I wonder is, can you tell if your kid is ugly?

I always thought Isabella was so perfect and beautiful from the day she was born, but looking back at pictures I realize that maybe I was over shooting it a bit.  Take for example, this picture:  

I thought this was the cutest picture ever.  I put it as my siggy pic on my Mom Board, I sent it to everyone I know, and I even made a magnet out of it for my fridge.  Looking back now, she is looking very round, red, and splotchy.  I'm going to say that she continued to sport this look until she started sitting up by herself at around 6 months.  And I can say honestly that I've definitely seen cuter babies.  Doesn't mean I love her any less or don't think that she's so adorable, I just know that she probably wouldn't win any of those "cutest baby casting calls" which is fine by me.  

She does get a little rough around the edges in that she's usually sticky and boogered up by around noon and usually wearing half of her food, but she's still a cutie patootie and here's the pic to prove it.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Sometimes They're Just An Asshole

To say that this past Friday Isabella was a brat would be akin to saying that Oprah Winfrey has a little bit of money.  To put it plainly she was just being an asshole.  Now I know you're not supposed to call your kid an asshole and maybe I've just offended you to the point where you'll never be able to view my blog again and that's fine, but maybe, just maybe you've had this same thought.  And let's just clarify, I'm not saying that she is an asshole, I'm saying that on that particular day, she was acting like an asshole.

I was home on Friday due to some freak incident that I won't get into here b/c it's boring and I'm tired of talking about it.  Andy was home too so we were excited for a little impromptu family day.  Except that Isabella was flipping out, crying, throwing herself on the floor, scratching my neck in an attempt to get me to go where she wanted to (on the kitchen counter dumping out the sugar bowl).  She was in rare form and I had never seen her like that before.

Beware of the terror in footie pajamas
Andy and I were at our wits end; we ignored, we distracted, we were beyond frustrated.  Was this aftermath from her flu shot and boosters a couple of days before?  Were her teeth bothering her?  Was she really just being an asshole?  I didn't know and frankly I didn't care at that point.  We put her in for her nap extra early, of course she cried and flailed around in her crib like a mad woman, but eventually she fell asleep.  When she woke up she was in a slightly better mood.  She wasn't extra nice but she wasn't super bad either.

Saturday she was an angel and a pure pleasure to be around.  Sunday she was fantastic in the morning and afternoon but threw a 30 minute screaming fit because I wouldn't give her a second candy corn (the first one she found on the floor and apparently loved it).  This was the tantrum to end all tantrums.  I was half tempted just to give her the goddamned candy corn, but firstly it's basically pure sugar and secondly I didn't want her to think I would give into these shenanigans.  Eventually she calmed down and wanted to snuggle up on the couch and listen to her tunes, but holy moly for 30 minutes she acted like a mad woman.  I hope that this isn't a preview to the terrible two's because it looks like my alcohol bill might double.

So am I alone?  Have your kids ever acted like little assholes?
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Monday, October 25, 2010

Featured Little Blogger: The Big Cursive L

This week's Featured Little Guy Blogger is The big cursive) L, which stands for life, love, lilly, laura, lexapro, and laughter. L is so my people. She is just as much an emotional mess as I am. She has this great post called Thank You which made me actually cry with it's sincerity and honesty. I really think this blogger is an amazingly talented writer, but don't take my word for it, go and check her out for yourself, if for nothing else than to admire her beautiful daughter.
Unfortunately I am closing the Helping the Little Guy Project. I'm going to finish the bloggers I have in que, which is still quite a few, and then stop taking requests. It's been so wonderful to help you. Hopefully you made new friends, and if you didn't I'm sorry it didn't work out better for you. I've loved getting to know each and every one of you and wish you all the best of luck in your blogging.
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Friday, October 22, 2010

The Second Time Around

When I was pregnant with Isabella and people would ask me what I wanted, a boy or a girl, I smiled boldly and said with conviction "I don't care as long as the baby is healthy."  Well now that I've been around the proverbial baby block I have a few more specific requirements for baby number 2.

1.   Obviously healthy above all else.  Obviously.

2.  I would like a child that understands the word "no" and "wait" and "mommy needs to pee" from the get go.  That would be nice.

3.  I would like a baby that just knows how to sleep.  One that doesn't need to be trained, re-trained, nap trained, nap retrained.  I want a baby that loves sleep and knows how to sleep without being taught.  I would also like this to happen within the first 6 weeks, not the first 6 months.  Because half a year without sleep is insanity.

4.  It would be nice to have a kid that just ate his/her veggies without me pureeing them and sneaking them into the food.  I would just give them a bell pepper and they would just eat it.  I wouldn't have to bake it into a banana bread.

5.  I would like a child that had a natural inclination to clean up his/her toys because picking up the shit storm of toys every night is getting old.

Now I ask you, is this too much to ask?

In all honesty the baby isn't the only one who needs to shape up, I've made my fair share of mistakes and on the second go round I'd like to breast feed longer, be less of a raving lunatic, and I'm considering, considering, a natural child birth.
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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Hey You There On Your High Horse

I believe it's Shell from Things I Can't Say who coined the term "motherbitch" well, I am taking issue with a general group of motherbitches.  No one person in particular, but you know the type.  The kind who only feed their kids organic vegetables, don't allow any TV, have Mozart on a constant stream, no sweets, no getting dirty, no mismatching the socks with the hair bows, no fun.  Now I don't have a problem with those types of moms per se, but when they try to put me down for the way I parent there's a problem.

I try and give Isabella veggies but if she doesn't eat them I sneak them in her food.  I'm not above having her watch a TV show so I can cook dinner or take a 20 minute break because unlike the aforementioned mothers, I need a break.  She's eaten cake on her birthday, drinks watered down juice, and I have no problem letting her dig in the dirt.  I've also never really baby proofed, just a gate at the top of the stairs and covers on the outlets.  If kids never got hurt then they'd never have any cool stories to swap on the playground ;)

I don't think I'm a bad mom for my decisions.  I don't want to raise some lame kid who's never seen a piece of chocolate.  I just hate judgy moms who are all "oh, I don't let my precious Jimmy eat/watch/do that."  We all parent in the way that we feel is best, no one way is better than the other and being judgemental and gossipy behind someone's back just makes you look like a holier than thou motherbitch.

There was no specific incident that sparked this post, but sometimes I get a little sick of the bubble kids are raised in.  Not saying you need to shovel french fries and sugar down their throats, but I think sometimes people just need to lighten up a bit.  Know what I mean?
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Winners are...

For the Miss. Abigail's Guide Tickets Teresa

For the CSN GC Heather

You have both been e-mailed.  Congrats to you both
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

I Believe

...that a friend is a friend and whether you have lunch together everyday or are living on separate continents that there will always be a connection, a bond.  I haven't seen my friend Lara in almost a year and when I saw her on Sunday for the Breast Cancer Walk it was like no time had passed. getting dressed up and going out to a fancy dinner whenever you get the chance.  Sure, Pizzeria Uno and Applebees are great go-to options, but there's something special about anticipating a night out, getting dressed up, and really savoring your meal.  Doesn't matter if it's a date or a night out with the ladies, I always love it.

...that you should be allowed to hit pedestrians when they walk out into the middle of the street against the light without repercussions.

...that little girl giggles as they run through the park is the best sound ever. cousins and the fact that sometimes they feel more like sisters.
Isabella is besties with Gianna and Daniella (not pictured)

...that my husband takes the stairs instead of the elevator and loses 5 pounds.  I look at a cookie and gain 10. the power of prayer

...that everyone should have a "life list" or  a "bucket list" of things they want to accomplish.  I'm currently revising mine.

...that some people are just douche bags plain and simple.

...that cheating on your diet is sometimes the only thing that will make a bad day good.

What do you believe this week?  Link up with Exploits of a Military Mama

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I'm not a depressed person at all.  I like to have fun.  I like to smile.  But I would definitely describe myself as very sensitive, over analytical, and introverted.  I live up in my own head a lot and I tend to take things straight to the heart.  I can say this about myself.  A few years ago I couldn't.  I was angry at the world and thought that it and everyone in it was out to hurt me.  Well after a lot of spiritual soul searching, reading, praying, meditating yadda yadda yadda, I've realized that the only common denominator was me and I've worked/am working really hard on trying to clear out the negativity from my thoughts, body, and life.  Sometimes I rock at it and sometimes not so much.

However, every so often my hyper sensitivity kicks into high gear and for about a week or so I collect hurts.  A hurt could be a coworker giving me the stink eye when I pick up a group from her class.  It could be a friend not texting me back right away.  Maybe my principal didn't smile at me when she passed me in the hallway.  Perhaps I overheard someone inviting someone else to something and not including me.  Things that shouldn't bother me and are kind of borderline silly all of a sudden do.  And then after about a week of collecting these perceived hurts I spend a day or two in overspill; where it all kind of spills out.  I call it an "episode".

I cry.  I don't want to do anything but lie around on the couch and watch TV.  I can't be bothered to get dressed in anything resembling anything coherent.  I don't want to answer my phone or really talk to anyone. I drink more wine than usual. I eat food that is horribly fattening.  I'm not myself.  I'm sad and lonely and just really down.  After a day or so it's over, I feel more myself, and I almost feel sort of silly and embarrassed about how I carried on.

Sometimes it coincides with that oh so special time of the month and sometimes it doesn't.  If you ask my sister she'll swear on a stack of Bibles that I'm bi-polar, but I don't think so mostly because I'm never really "manic."  And my episodes are fairly infrequent.  I don't know if I'm certifiably bat shit crazy, completely hormonal, or just totally normal.
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Monday, October 18, 2010

Helping the Little Guy Blogger: Confessions of a Dr. Mom

Hold on to your party panties because this week's Featured Little Guy Blogger is gonna blow those babies right off. Melissa (I'm slightly biased towards anyone who shares my name) from Confessions of a Dr. Mom was a pediatrician and then turned stay at home mom. She's realizing that kids aren't always textbook and it's ok to break the rules in return for your sanity. It's interesting to see first hand what a pedi does when confronted with the situations her patients used to bring to her. She has a wonderful post about Accidental Co-Sleeping that I thought was fantastic. So go and comment on Confessions of a Dr. Mom and if you love it, follow, maybe you can e-mail her with a baby question and she just might answer you.

If you would like to be a part of the Helping the Little Guy Project send me an e-mail and I'd be glad to add you to the list.

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

I'm Moping

I'm in full on "feel bad for yourself" mode.  Like give me a glass of wine and a gallon of Ben and Jerry's stat.  Lara is back from Australia and my friends are going out to party with her and I was supposed to go.  I was ready to go.  I had my outfit picked out, a sitter lined up (Andy is working mid-nights), and I was excited.  Usually when I have plans to go out I have the nagging feeling of wanting to stay home but I didn't have that feeling today.  I couldn't wait.  I've been looking forward to it all week.  I haven't hung out with my group of girls since early September and I miss them.

My sitter got sick and I have no one else.

I'm really disappointed.  I really wanted to have a night out.  I feel like my fun night outs are few and far between.  I'm probably overreacting but I'm just feeling a bit like a sad sac right now.  Pass the spoon please.
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Friday, October 15, 2010


The idea of soul mates usually makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth.  I mean one perfect person chosen for you by destiny, fate, God, the angels, or to meet all your needs sounds straight out of a cheesy fairytale.  Until I saw a scene from Grey's Anatomy where Meredith says to Christina (her BFF) that Derek is her husband but she's her soulmate.


Christie and Lara from way back when
I had never considered the notion of a friend being your soulmate but it sounds much more plausible and way less cheesetastic then the knight in shining armor business.  I don't have one best friend right now, but I have in the past.  Someone who you can bare your soul too, someone who will tell you that you do look fat in those pants, someone who will show up to your house with a pint of ice cream and a bottle of wine when you're having a bad day, someone who gets you, someone who makes an effort to spend time with you, who cares how you're doing and vice versa.  It's been a long time since I've had someone like that in my life and I miss it.  I wonder at my age if I'll ever find it again.

My cousin Christie and my friend Lara are soulmates.  They've gone from being super close, to slightly distant, to super close again.  But it doesn't matter.  They are each other's soul mates and always will be.  They've been friends for years and the fact that Lara spent the bulk of this past year living in Australia hasn't affected them.  I admire their relationship and the bond that they have.  I love them both and I'm very close to both of them, but it's different, you can tell that they are different and I hope to never see it change.

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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Miss Abigail's Guide to Dating, Mating and Marriage Giveaway

I recently reviewed Freckleface Strawberry and I'm fortunate enough to be getting another opportunity to review an off-Broadway play called Miss Abigail's Guide to Dating, Mating, and Marriage staring Eve Plumb (Jan from the Brady Bunch) and this time one lucky reader will be winning two tickets as well!

Miss Abigail's Guide tells the story of a relationship expert and her sexy assistant Paco who travel the world dispensing advice on dating, mating, and marriage.  It's being hailed as a laugh out loud comedy and Lord knows we could all use a little laughter in our life.  Last time I went to go see Freckleface Strawberry I went with my good friend Jasmine, this time I think I'll go see it with Andy and maybe make a date night out of it.  See if maybe I can rope my in-laws into a sleepover with Miss Isabella while I learn a thing or two at Miss. Abigail's Guide to Dating, Mating, and Marriage.

I don't usually do two giveaways back-to-back BUT this one is really awesome and there's a time constraint because the ticket vouchers expire on November 28, 2010.  So if you live within driving distance of NYC, are planning to be in the area, or know someone who does and would like two free tickets to a performance of Miss. Abigail's Guide to Dating, Mating, and Marriage you can enter to win now.

Mandatory Entry:  Be a public follower of my blog (1 entry)

2.  Follow me on twitter by clicking HERE (1 entry)

3.  Vote for me on Top Mommy Blogs (2 entries)

4.  Blog about this giveaway (5 entries)

5.  Do something nice for someone today or for yourself (1 entry)

That's it.  Make sure you leave one comment per entry.  The winner will be notified by e-mail and I will mail you the voucher where you can chose your dates and reserve your tickets.  The contest ends on 10/18.  Oh and if you don't win and still want to buy tickets here's a discount code where you can buy tickets for as low as $45.  The code is: DATING.  Good luck
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

CSN Giveaway $20

We all know and love CSN and they have become synonymous with awesome reviews and giveaways in the blogosphere.  I've both run and won giveaways from CSN because I know that I can get basically whatever I need, whether it be nesting tables, toys, cookware, shoes, whatever.  So here's your chance to win a $20 Gift Card to CSN.

Remember to leave one comment per entry.

1.  Mandatory Entry be a public follower of my blog (one entry)

2.  Visit CSN and tell me what you like (one entry)

3.  Vote for me on Top Mommy Blogs (one entry)

That's it.  Pretty easy huh?  The contest will end on 10/19/2010 and the winner will be notified by e-mail.  Good luck to all who enter.
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I Believe

I know Mrs. Trophy Wife has the market cornered on the "I Believe" posts that she started, but they've been bouncing around in my head for 2 weeks, so I need to write this post, but go check out Exploits of a Military Mama for the real McCoy.

I Believe...

...that somedays nothing gets done.  The dishes stay dirty, the toys don't get picked up, the floor doesn't get swept, and dinner doesn't get cooked.  It's ok.  Days like that happen and all you can do is enjoy doing nothing for the moment, release the guilt, and move on. roaring camp fires on a cold Fall evening while enjoying a Sam Adam's Octoberfest curling up on the couch and watching a scary movie, even if my scaredy cat husband won't watch them with me.  Punk. having said Punk Ass Husband walk me to the bathroom after watching the scary movie and waiting outside the door because I'm convinced that some sort of demon is lurking in the shower to kill me.

...that it's important to put yourself out there.  In your career, with your friends, in your blog.  It's scary to reveal your grimy underbelly or to be so vulnerable but it's so much more authentic and I think people really want someone they can relate too.

...that my mom will make a full recovery from cancer and this burden will be lifted from our family.

...that watching Isabella doing the "Rock-a-Bye Your Bear" Dance from the Wiggles is the cutest thing ever. remembering the times that were.  I have so many good memories of my life before baby.  It used to make me so sad (sometimes it still does and I really need to get over it) to think that that life was over, but they were such great times that I've started to think of them with fondness instead of longing (sometimes I'm still a sad sac because I really miss my friends). helping someone if you can.  Maybe it's linking to their blog, maybe it's looking over a lesson plan, maybe it's sending them a card when you know they're feeling down.  I think that we can push back the shadows of the world if we light one small candle at a time.

...that stubbing your toe can be insanely painful (as I sit here with a frozen bag of corn on my pinky toe after smashing it into the leg of my ottoman. being present in your life.  Agonizing over the dishes languishing in your sink while you give your baby a bath is just silly.  You can't do the dishes while tending to your life and you can't fully live your life while your obsessed with your dishes.

...that some of the kindest words ever spoken to me have been said on the interwebz.  Whether a comment, an e-mail or a tweet I know that support is only a click away.

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Monday, October 11, 2010

Featured Little Blogger: This Lovely Life

This week's featured Little Guy Blogger is Debbi from This Lovely Life and what a lovely life she has. She has an adorable son who is just a few months younger than Isabella, she cloth diapers, and she HATES laundry. If she wasn't so skinny we'd totally be besties. She shares my sense of humor and I'm so glad that I started reading her blog. You will be too, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. She has this hysterical post about Gefilte Fish that just cracked me up, I'm thinking we share the same sense of stoopid humor. So go and give this This Lovely Life a visit, and show your support.

If you want to be a part of this project send me an e-mail and I'll add you to the list.

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Friday, October 8, 2010

Falling Into Fall

Ok so the title of this post is kind of cheesy and it's not even original; it's the name of the assembly my school has every year.  BUT, I do love Fall.  There's something so inspiring about it, which is why I write, because I'm inspired.  It's also what I search your blogs to find: inspiration.

There's something about the chill in the air that tells you summer is gone and it's time to put away your flowery dresses and flip-flops and take out your chunky sweaters and boots.  I love the colors of Fall, the burnt oranges, deep siennas, vibrant yellows.  I love Halloween, trick-or-treating and candy.  I love taking Isabella apple and pumpkin picking and going on hay rides.  I love carving Jack-o-lanterns as a family.

I love the foods of fall.  Pumpkin Spice Latte's, pumpkin bread, pasta, scones, apple cider, hot chocolate, chili (anyone have a good recipe?), beef stew, soups.  I could gain back all my baby weight in Fall.  I love curling up on the couch and watching all the season premiers.  I love that Grey's Anatomy is back and I'm really into The Event.  I love Fall TV.

After the heat of the summer and before the chill of the winter I love what Falls between.
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Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Pumpkin Latte Fiasco

I love Fall.  I love the crisp air, the crunchy leaves, and all the yummy treats that are associated with Fall, but mostly I love Starbuck's Pumpkin Spice Latte.  But I have to enjoy it under the perfect circumstances.  It needs to be cool outside, not cold enough for a heavy jacket, but maybe a sweater.  It should be sunny outside so that the sunshine streams through the orange/red leaves on the trees.  Speaking of leaves, there should be a light dusting of them on the ground.  I like to walk to Starbucks and enjoy the Fall and then sit on my deck and drink in the delightful comfort.

I've been waiting for it, dreaming about it and putting it off.  Andy finally had enough of my "It's too hot.  It's too rainy.  It's too leafy," excuses and went and got one without me.  Jerk.  But you can't have a Pumpkin Spice Latte when it's 90 degrees and raining.  It just doesn't fly.

So this past weekend the stars aligned and the Universe said to me "Melissa, it's time for your latte."  I was alone with Isabella so she was going to be privy to an Autumn right of passage. I threw her in the stroller and commenced on my walk.  The weather was perfect.  The leaves couldn't have been more rust colored and crunchy.  I got to Starbucks.  There was a long line.  This was not part of the plan but I went with it.  Isabella started crying because sitting still isn't really her thing, so I did what any mother would do, I gave her a cookie because there was no way she was ruining this for me with her pissyness.

I got my coffee and hightailed it out of there.  Except I forgot that little brown paper sleeve that keeps you from burning your fingerprints off and I realized that the cup holder on the stroller was gone.  So for half the walk home I pushed the stroller cockeyed with one hand while the other hand was getting burned simultaneously from the spilling coffee and the scalding cup.  Finally I used the side pocket of my giant purse to hold the coffee so I could push with two arms.  My bag got sticky.  The handles of the carriage got sticky.  This was in no way, shape, or form the way to enjoy pumpkiny deliciousness.

I finally, finally, made it home.  I sat on the deck with my scalded hand, sticky fingers, and bruised spirit and drank what was left of my latte as Isabella squealed with delight at her bubble machine.

The moral of the story is: Don't wait for the perfect moment, it will never come.  So that dress you're saving for the Pope, wear it.  The wine you're saving for the second coming of Christ, drink it.

Although I just heard that Dunkin Donuts has a caramel apple latte...hmmmmm.
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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Thinking Pink

There are a lot of wonderful things about the Fall but one of my favorites is breast cancer awareness month in October.  Every year my girlfriends and I get together in honor of our friend Crotch's mother who passed away from breast cancer.  Oh, her real name isn't actually Crotch but it's a spin-off of her last name.  We have a lot of fun with this when we're in public.

8 years ago when Crotch was only 17 years old her mom died of breast cancer.  Actually, her doctors told her that they had removed the tumor with surgery and that she didn't need chemo, which was so very wrong.  Had she had the chemo she might still be alive today.

That doesn't change the fact that Crotch and her sister won't have the physical presence of their mother on their wedding day.  No mom to help shop for a fancy white dress.  When they have their babies, they'll have no mother to help; to change dirty diapers, to offer a sleepover for the new baby to offer them a respite.  As a mother, it breaks my heart.  As a friend, it breaks my heart.  As a human being it breaks my heart.  Think of all the times you rely on your mom for help, love, and support.  Think of her being gone.

There are far too many mothers, aunts, sisters, friends, wives, daughters, and cousins lost each year to breast cancer.  I'm asking for your help.  If you want to sponsor our Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk, click HERE.  Even if it's just a dollar, every little bit helps. That's less than a cup of coffee.  If you can't help financially or don't feel comfortable doing so, maybe you can offer up a prayer for Crotch's mom and all the other women and men suffering from breast cancer.  If we all unite maybe we can make the word "cancer" synonymous with "smallpox" and "bubonic plague" in that they are extinct.
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Guest Post on Sign Language and Early Childhood Education

It seems that sign language articles are really making their way around the blogosphere, not one to be outdone, here is the second and final article on Sign Language, which deals with Acquiring Sign Language and how it relates to early childhood education.  Right up my alley, let me know what you think.  This post was written by Emily Patterson and Kathleen Thomas

Early Childhood Education – Acquiring Sign Language
One of the keys to surviving in a tilted economic system in which opportunities to achieve a decent standard of living will be limited is versatility – and the ability to communicate articulately in a variety of ways with the widest possible audience. This includes bilingual ability as well as the ability to communicate in non-verbal ways for the benefit of the disabled – primarily the deaf. 
At the same time, a growing shortage of qualified interpreters fluent in American Sign Language has led to more career opportunities – and if current trends continue, it's likely that skilled ASL interpreters will have little problem securing lucrative employment in a society where such a commodity is destined to be in short supply.
Signing Before They Can Speak
A great deal of research has clearly demonstrated that the early years – ages 2 to five – are the best time to educate children in different modes of communication and language. This goes beyond the spoken word (though it is an optimal time for children to learn a second language); many young children have an aptitude for signing as well. 
This is not as odd as you may think. As you know, many indigenous peoples around the world, including American Indian nations, have used sign language for centuries to facilitate communication with other tribes with whom they do not share a language. Some paleontologists and anthropologists theorize that Neanderthals – who apparently lacked the vocal mechanism to produce many spoken words – depended a great deal upon hand gestures to communicate. 
In fact, recent research suggests that sign language is innate. An article published in the Boulder Daily Camera in 2003 presented strong evidence that babies as young as six months old communicate with their hands: 
" 6 to 7 months, babies can remember a sign. At eight months, children 
can begin to imitate gestures and sign single words. By 24 months, children 
can sign compound words and full sentences. They say sign language reduces 
frustration in young children by giving them a means to express themselves 
before they know how to talk." (Glarion, 2003)
The author also cites study funded by the National Institute of Child Health and Human Development demonstrating that young children who are taught sign language at an early age actually develop better verbal skills as they get older. The ability to sign has also helped parents in communicating with autistic children; one parent reports that "using sign language allowed her to communicate with her [autistic] son and minimized his frustration...[he now] has an advanced vocabulary and excels in math, spelling and music" (Glarion, 2003).
The Best Time To Start
Not only does early childhood education in signing give pre-verbal youngsters a way to communicate, it can also strengthen the parent-child bond – in addition to giving children a solid foundation for learning a skill that will serve them well in the future. The evidence suggests that the best time to start learning ASL is before a child can even walk – and the implications for facilitating the parent-child relationship are amazing.

Co-written by Emily Patterson and Kathleen Thomas
Emily and Kathleen are Communications Coordinators for the network of  HYPERLINK "" Georgia child care facilities belonging to the AdvancED® accredited family of Primrose  HYPERLINK "" child care schools.  Primrose Schools are located in 16 states throughout the U.S. and are dedicated to delivering progressive, early childhood, Balanced Learning® curriculum throughout their preschools.

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Monday, October 4, 2010

Some Details on the Giveaway

Ok so I posted a BOLO on a CSN giveaway.  You can use the $20 Gift Card towards some awesome nesting tables to spruce up your pad for the upcoming holidays.  It will go live on Tuesday.  GL to all who enter.

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Featured Little Blogger: Dear Daughter

The featured blogger this week is Midnight Mama from Dear Daughter. Hers is a blog that will make you think. She's such an eloquent writer who can describe emotions and feelings in such a sophisticated way...which is much nicer than my way which usually entails a rant and a curse word. She has this beautiful post about Mean Reds which I could absolutely relate to. She's quite candid in her posts and she's quickly becoming one of my favorite bloggers. So go and show some support to Midnight Mama as she so poignantly captures her journey.

As always, thank you for your continued support for my blog and all the Little Bloggers.

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