4.29.2008
every breath he takes
During our tour of the lower 9th ward I told Aunt Karen we had to go see the Global Green Holy Cross Project. My man Brad Pitt teamed up with Global Green to solve some of the housing issues in the Holy Cross Neighborhood of NOLA. The first house is finally completed (with 4 more and an apartment building to come soon). As my father taught me I TOUCHED IT and documented it with a photo opp.... Then I went to the front door and to peek in the windows and low and behold the door was UNLOCKED (those fools) so I snuck in and quickly set up my camera to take a picture of me and T INSIDE the house.
Why is that such a big deal you might ask. Well it is the closest I have EVER got to Brad. To stand where I KNOW that he has stood and breathed....to touch the ground that I know he has walked.... OMG! It didn't get any better than that!
a great article with MORE pictures: http://blog.nola.com/reneepeck/2008/04/global_green_house_unveils_eco.html
New Orleans
This picture pretty much sums up NOLA. Progress is being made... much more that I thought... but still it is slow going. Only about 30-40% of houses are being worked on/lived in....this is a common picture a reminder of the past and a beautiful view of the future side by side.
Look Who's on TV
Two Tuesdays ago I was on the local new promoting MOPS and the Great Moms Walk. Nobody else from the steering team wanted to be on tv so I said I would do it. I was really excited about it. I thought it would a wonderful opportunity to get the word out there that MOPS existed in Abilene, and what the whole thing was about. So on Tuesday the 15th I went and got my hair done (I really stink in that department) fussed over my clothes and put my eyelashes on (and a ton of make up) and headed out the door.
When I arrived, they walked me back to the "news room" set and instructed me to sit and wait. It was about 5 minutes before the start of the show and the anchorman was sitting at his 'set' desk. I was expecting him to come over, introduce himself and tell me a little about what to expect. I had spoken with him the day before and all he said was that he look forward to talking with me, and that our bit would be 3-5 minutes interview style.
Before I knew it the show had started. Leah (who came for support) and I sat there on these tiny chairs pushed up against the wall about 4 feet from the weather guy's green screen set. We sat and waited. They ran the top stories, then the weather then a commercial break then some more news. I kept waiting for some sort of instruction of when my turn was going to be or what they wanted me to do.... nothing.
Finally the anchor guy calls out to me (during another break) that I was up in a few minutes and that we would be "over there" (he points to a small area of the set).
I sit and wait some more. another commercial break.
"Okay Julia, come over here. Put your mic on and sit down"
Put my mic on? I have never seen this kind of apparatus before, let alone know how to put it on. I manage... and then I sit down - noticing that I am REALLY (and uncomfortably so) close to the set wall, the camera and the anchor guy. I felt like a giant on this tiny set.
"Have you ever been in a tv station before?" he asks me "Yes" I answer "I even was on tv once before."
I am not nervous. The red light goes on and the anchor guy starts to introduce us. I am not nervous.
Then he turns towards me and says (while gesturing to the camera) "Tell everyone out there about MOPS." I turn to look at the camera, expecting to see a big lens or black square box but instead I see myself... larger than life in a close-up shot and I PANIC! every word, thought or idea that I had in my head immediately vanishes and I go mute. Totally MUTE!!!
After what seems like 5 hours I say something like "I'm sorry I totally forgot what I was going to say" and like a pro the anchor guy picks up where I left off talking about MOPS and all bullet points that I had sent him a week earlier.
Every so often he would look back to me and ask me a simple question which I would stumble through. I just kept thinking look at him or the wall.... NOT the camera. And before I knew it the whole thing was over and I felt like a doof.
Leah said that after the initial mix-up that I did fine...and watching the interview back on my DVR I could see that it wasn't as bad as I thought it was.... but DANG did I surprise myself.... I was so confident and relaxed and then BAMM.... the worst stage fright, mommy brain blank episode ever! LOL
4.22.2008
18 months and 2 days
While everyone else is out celebrating Earth Day... I threw my own little party today when Tristan started to walk! I didn't think any baby could walk any later than Braden did... but Tristan proved me wrong. My Aunt Karen was especially please that he waited, so that she could see him in action.
Contrary to what every old lady has been telling me, I am NOT sorry that he started walking. I am so looking forward to chasing him around, and for him to start climbing on stuff. I guess it was my own fault though for telling people that he hadn't started to walk yet.... but whatever.
This is BIG STUFF!
The best part of it all was the look on Braden's face watching T walk across the floor. "He's walkin' mama!" Too Cool!
4.19.2008
Grieving
Whether it is correct to say so or not, having Tristan to love and to keep me busy is an unmeasurable help in the healing process.
This was the first year that I didn't get out Williams memory box and 're live' that time of April 2005.
That being said, I am still grieving. As March turns to April I watch the grass come back to life, I watch our tree grow leaves and between the 1st and the 15th the backyard is transformed from winter to spring. That visual transformation is the greatest reminder. It is the one thing that is exactly the same each year, save the small flower bed under the tree that was planted in honor of William.
I feel that I have 'recovered' well (whatever that means.) I am productive and relatively happy. I get up every morning and get on with my life and enjoy my surviving children the best I can.
But I am still grieving. Softer this year, but grief nonetheless.
I had a few phone calls on the 15th, a few emails and some e-cards. I had people send me letters in the mail and I had many comments here on the blog....
But - none of them from my parents. They didn't remember. I know they didn't because when I called them on the 16th I asked them and they admitted that they didn't.
That crushed me. Out of all the people in the world who know me and 'knew' William - my parents forgot.
That bothers me.... it bothers me a lot. And I may not have the right to be upset by it, and it may seem childish or selfish... but I am just being honest... it bothers me.
I know that remembering the day that a person died may not be a fun thing. But remembering a birthday should be. I know that William never took a breath or cried here on this earth, but he was born. I know that... he existed and was born. Would it have been different if he had 'lived' for just 5 minutes then died? What is the appropriate amount of time someone needs to have 'existed' to be counted. My benchmark is: if you can dress the person and take a photo of that person.... they are a PERSON! I can't help it that what should have been the happiest day of Williams life ended up as the saddest.
I understand that my parents never 'met' William. That they didn't spend the time with him that I did. And it may just be easier in their eyes to forget and move on.
But (and this is the selfish part)....I want them to think of ME. April 15th 2005 was (without a doubt) the single most devastating day of my life. It surpasses my mother's death by miles. It was a car accident, tornado, divorce, house fire all rolled into one. Just based on that alone they should remember.
I don't require much. A mention of how they are thinking of me "at this time of year" will suffice. It can even be in an email, they don't even need to say it out loud.
But I want them to remember.
this past week
The past week or so has been a busy one for me. On Saturday I was in Stephenville Texas for a MOPS Leadership Summit. I spoke to a small group of girls about being the Finance Steering Team member. I had the flu, but other than that I had a great time. I really felt like a 'real person' with education and knowledge and not just 'a mom' with graham cracker gunk on her shoulder.
Sunday I spent all day in bed with above mentioned flu. My temp got up to 103.5 WITH TYLENOL.... by Monday I was functional again.
Monday was MOPS, and Tuesday I was on the evening news to talk about MOPS. ( i will post about that later).
Wednesday was clean up the house and pack day - and Thursday the boys and I flew down to New Orleans (which is where I am now).
Everyday I have new post ideas. I wanted to do a whole post on the MOPS summit, a whole post on the TV news bit and a whole post about the traveling....
I just feel time going to fast. I also feel like you have to be in a posting mood... whatever that is... so even if I have the time I may not have the inclination..... I start to get stressed out that my posts about something are not recorded on the actual day that it happened.... I feel like I am not "doing it right".
4.15.2008
Remembering....
the cruelest month
1889 - Adolf Hitler, leader of Nazi Germany is born
1912 - The British passenger liner RMS Titanic hits an iceberg in the North Atlantic, and sinks the following morning (April 15th) with the loss of 1,503 lives.
1962 - Stuart Sutcliffe, English musician (The Beatles) (b. 1940)
1968 - Martin Luther King, Jr. is assassinated by James Earl Ray at a motel in Memphis, Tennessee.
1990 - Ryan White, American AIDS activist (b. 1971)
1994 - Kurt Cobain, American musician (Nirvana) (b. 1967
1995 - Oklahoma City bombing: The Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, USA, is bombed, killing 168. That same day convicted murderer Richard Wayne Snell, who had ties to bombing suspect Timothy McVeigh, was executed in Arkansas.
1998 - Linda McCartney, American-born wife of Paul McCartney (b. 1941)
1999 - Columbine High School massacre: Two gunmen kill 13 people and injure 24 others before committing suicide at Columbine High School located in Jefferson County, Colorado.
2000 - In a predawn raid, federal agents seize six-year-old Elián González from his relatives' home in Miami, Florida.
2003 - David Bloom, American reporter dies while reporting from Iraq
2005 - Pope John Paul II dies
2007 - Virginia Tech massacre: the deadliest mass shooting in modern American history, in which a gunman shoots 32 people to death and injures 23 others before committing suicide.
4.14.2008
.....
I saw the calendar days slowly slip by....
At first I felt okay... but as the days progressed I felt the weight in my heart grow...
a pressure on my chest.... slowing me down...
people are starting to call, checking in on me, seeing how I am "is it today? did I miss it?.....
I notice how things are exactly the same and how they are different from 3 years ago.....
Mason and I sat on the couch tonight feeling the weight with quiet sadness....
4.10.2008
a big day!
uniform
Why the white t-shirt?
I just don't get it...
4.09.2008
nothing's gonna change my world
That's dedication!
4.08.2008
mis-education
When we thought we were moving I had plans to send Braden to kindergarten in Little Rock next fall. Then I thought, okay well he will just go to kindergarten here in Abilene.
But a few weeks ago I was sitting outside his classroom door waiting for school to be out. I was watching the other preschool class boys running around the common yard playing freeze tag. The boys seemed so much older than Braden. Class let out and on a whim I pulled Braden's teacher over. I asked her what she thought of Braden's readiness for next year. She said that she hadn't done her testing with him yet but she thinks he would benefit from an extra year. She talked about his speech (nothing is wrong per se... but he is a bit slower than others). We also talked about social maturity.
Of course I went home and got on the Internet and started reading everything I could about "red shirting" which is the practice of parents holding the boys back a year to give them a leg up at school. I read about 'readiness' and how that really is a subjective term depending on socioeconomic level, where they are living (state regulations) and skill level of the child.
I talked to everyone I could get my hands on. My peers, my neighbors, other teachers about what they thought about the situation, what they are doing or did with their kids. Most people were FOR holding him back (I prefer to say, start late) and the more I talked to people the more I discovered that EVERYONE is holding their boys back. Which means Braden wouldn't have a leg up over his classmates, but that he would be right on par with them.
I even found a transitional kindergarten class for next year (here in Abilene) that has all summer born boys enrolled.
I learned that I could have Braden tested by the public school here. With the exit testing from his preschool combined with the entrance testing by the public school I hope it will give me a better sense of where Braden is 'at'.
I not only have to think about whether or not Braden is ready for kindergarten this year...but whether or not he will be ready for first grade a year from now. Or will he be ready for high school at a new 14 or college at barely 18. How will middle school play out with him being the youngest and possibly the smallest kid. The decisions I make now aren't all about now... they are about the next 13 years.
With each whisper of where we might be moving to next I start looking at school options and with each school option (and by option I mean different public schools) all I hear is how bad public school is. 13 years is a long time to be a part of that institution.
I used to think homeschooling was a bad thing to do. I feel that when I was a kid, school was a place where people could teach you something. Teachers had credentials and experience under their belts. The classes were small and hands on. There was no fundraising or forced attendance.
So I am terrified to send my kid out into an institution that will not be a benefit to him, but on the other hand I feel like I am woefully inadequate to teach him at home. I've been reading about classical education and the first graders sound smarter than me.
Do we do private school? PreK in Las Vegas is $8,100 Montessori in Little Rock is $4,000 the transitional kindergarten we found here is $2,730 (totally do-able no question).
Then there are all these other things I hear about public schools... how they have to answer to the state and federal government - standardized testing, how they are really set up to groom kids to be 'good citizens' of the nation ( I have some issues with the pledge of allegiance (no... not the God part), that history and facts are skewed and don't provide the whole picture (Thanksgiving for example) the fundraising (where they make kids peddle crappy products and if they refuse they are looked down upon) and basically how most grown-ups in the system don't really listen to kids.
I know at some point when we move I will have to make a final decision... for now we are okay: I've secured Braden's spot at the Transitional Kindergarten for next year and from there he can go to regular kindergarten or right on to 1st grad... that makes me feel good.
But the cloud of doubt keeps following me around, dropping random drops of rain on my head as if to taunt me.
Oh, did I mention the vaccination requirements differ from state to state? Ridiculous - this is totally stressing me out.
interesting article regarding readiness: http://www.asac.ab.ca/BI_spring02/soonlate.html
the pledge of allegiance humble beginnings: http://rexcurry.net/saying-the-pledge-of-allegiance-pictures.html
not on the test: http://planetsprogblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-on-test.html
one more from spogblog - a great discussion regarding gifted and talented classes and their effects on students: https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5779841&postID=1968858961336922329
the video that really started all of this thinking!http://juliakstewartsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/animal-school.html
4.07.2008
Torture

May I have your Attention Please
Well dear reader I am glad you asked. If I may direct your attention to the right. You may see something new on my blog... something that wasn't there before....
On April 19th my local MOPS group is walking in the Great Mom's Walk to raise money and create awareness for MOPS.
The money raised goes directly to my group here in Abilene. It helps off set costs of childcare during our meetings, it supplies scholarships to those mother who can't afford to pay dues, it helps our group help others through charity work.
So if you happened to have 10 or 20 bucks lying around I would certainly appreciate them over here.. (hey its tax deductible!)
4.04.2008
fancy machines
I couldn't have been more wrong. He had a blast! It helped that he recognized the office AND recognized the doctor (who is wonderful btw). He finally got to sit in the "big chair" like momma does. He loved every single piece of equipment that the doctor used, asking questions about each one.
He loved the tests that were performed. From flashcards with shapes to the standard letter chart he got the biggest kick out of having the big (what I call owl eyes) put up to his face and the whole process of "number 1...... or number 2?..........1 ................or..................2.
We picked out some frames and they should be here in about a week. He seems pretty enthusiastic about the whole thing. He had fun trying on all the different pairs of frames and being fussed over by the technician.
I know that won't last though.... soon it will be a chore and a nuisance (especially since his right eye is compensating for his left, he can't tell there is a problem yet).I best get a spot for "glasses wearing" on his chart....
Happy Birthday
I haven't talked to her in a long long long time.
We were elementary school friends way back in Maine.
I was fascinated to find out (when I was a kid) that February 14th and April 4th fall on the same day as each other EVERY YEAR!!!!
I confirmed this fact by checking (the most reliable source I had as a11 year old) the tea towels with calendars on them at my Grammie's house. She had one for almost every year that she had been alive...
Every year - year after year - if my birthday was on a Wednesday - so was Danika's and so on and so forth....
So.... Happy Birthday Danika Whitehouse (or whatever your last name is now).... I miss you and love you!
a conversation with Braden
B: I want to go to the hospital...
M: You WANT to go to the hospital?
B: Yeah...
M: Why?
B: To get another baby - you get babies at hospitals
M: You want another baby? Like Tristan?
B: Yeah
M: You don't get babies from hospitals.... where do you get a baby?
B: I don't know...
M: What do you need to make a baby?
B: A mommy...
M: Right... and ?
B: a Daddy...and a seed!
M: Right! The daddy plants the seed inside the mommy and then the baby grows....then mommys body pushes the baby out of her vagina...
B: WOW... that's cool
M: cool huh?
B: Yeah....
M: so now...how do you get a baby?
B: You take parts of the mommy and daddy and the seed then the baby grows like Tristan Braden and William...
M: then the baby grows....
B: Yeah...
M: then the mommys body pushes the baby out of...
B: her 'gina!
M: Right! Very good!
B: yeah... but you have to take your pants off first...
M: Yeah - its good idea to take your pants off first before you push the baby out!
4.02.2008
2 bits
I am a fan of the 'bathtub haircut' as I call it. Named for exactly what it sounds like. A haircut in the bath tub. I discovered this method when Braden was very little. After much trial and error regarding the best place to get a haircut from mom, I deemed the bathtub the best spot.
1. they are so busy playing with the toys that they really don't mind the constant hair combing and clipping of scissors.
2. for babies who can't stand for any amount of time the bath tub keeps a sitting baby in pretty much one spot - they can't crawl away.
3. Their hair is already wet
4. no towel to try and wrap around their neck - no vacuum or broom to clean up the mess
The only downside is that you have to 'catch' the hair as you cut it - or you and the baby will be sitting in itty bitty pieces of floating hair... not so much fun!
Tristan did great (as his brother did in the past) only turning and looking around at me when the scissors got to close to his eye. It was such a bitter sweet moment for me. Remembering doing it with Braden when he was little, thinking about how fast the time between then and now went and being a bit sad to know that in a blink of an eye T will be a big boy and the bathtub hair cut will be no more.
Wishes
It took me a few times to figure out that he was talking about his dreams.
I haven't written any of them down. Some are detailed and have friends involved others are short "I wished about driving my car".... I guess I should write them down... they will be precious in a few years.
I try not to correct him when he comes to me about his 'wishes' I just finish the conversation with "I love hearing about your dreams" because really that is what good dreams really are.... WISHES!"
School Mornings
Wake up
Turn computer on
go to kitchen
make breakfast for Braden (eggs and soy sausage)
Start coffee for Mason
microwave oatmeal for Mason
sit Braden down at the table to eat newly made breakfast
make Braden's lunch
check weather on the computer
lay out clothes for school
pack backpack
comb out hair while boy brushes teeth
send Dad and Brad out the door for the day...
Everyday for lunch Braden gets a PB&J sandwich. And everyday I make it the same way. I do the peanut butter first. Then I spend an extra few seconds trying to get the peanut butter completely off of the knife before I move on to the jam....
It's horribly inefficient... I really should do the jam first... wipe the knife on the non-jam piece of bread THEN move on to the peanut butter.
I couldn't figure out why I did my sandwiches like this... and why it was such a habit... Then it dawned on me!
My father..... watching him year after year make peanut butter sandwiches for himself... NO JAM or JELLY! Just the peanut butter!
No wonder my technique was off!





