Should I be worried?

The great thing about the internet is that when you have a question, you can often find someone else who has already been in a similar quandary. Even when your question seems obscure or very strange, chances are someone else has already been there before you. So, tonight at dinner when Isaac gagged himself to the point of vomiting up his just eaten lasagna, I went to my trusty google search for some answers. And, low and behold there was already a chat underway on the Baby Center with this exact problem. Turns out it's very common for toddlers to gag themselves to the point of vomiting. Who knew? Just another behaviour to add to the already long list of questionable things Isaac has already done. Apparently some toddlers do this to get out of naps and bedtimes as they have to be taken out of their cribs if their blankets are covered with vomit. Smart. Isaac has only been gagging himself at meal time. I think he finds it funny. To Markus and myself it's just plain disturbing. I'm not sure what goes on at day care, but I really hope the kids aren't sharing secrets. The last thing I want is for Isaac to discover the vomiting to avoid nap time tactic. As with most things, from what I've read, this is just a phase that will pass. I can only wonder what the next one will bring.
 

Good Hair

Recently I watched Chris Rock’s documentary, Good Hair. It was an interesting exploration of African American hair culture with of course a bit of humor added in. At the start, Chris Rock reveals his motivation for making the documentary stemmed from his daughter telling him that she wished she had “good hair”. He decided to look into what that actually meant.

  As someone who’s never considered herself to have “good hair” some of the viewpoints expressed by the black women really resonated with me. Also as we look towards a second adoption in the future with the wonderful possibility of having a black girl enter our family, understanding the culture around black hair becomes extremely important. What comes across in both the documentary and in main stream culture is a woman’s desire to have princess hair. You know, the long, flowing thick straight or slightly wavy hair of Disney princesses Ariel, Belle, or Cinderella.

 I have thin, bone straight hair. There is no natural wave and if left to its own devices, my hair will just hang straight and limp. I need to wash it once a day otherwise it looks wet it’s so greasy. So, yeah, I have never thought that I have “good hair”. Taking a walk down memory lane, I have tried countless numbers of hair styles in an attempt to achieve the elusive “good hair”. There was the perm phase which just ended up in somewhat curly, frizzy hair. Then there was the invention of the crimper. This was an awesome 80s invention that allowed you to have totally fake looking tight waves. Crimped hair went nicely with a side pony tail and wave of the bangs. In high school, I tried the Gwyneth Paltrow hairstyle from the Sliding Doors movie. This was a short hair style similar to the horrible John and Kate Plus 8 hairstyle that Kate Gosselin rocked at the start of the show. I think this hairstyle actually suited me somewhat until I got a trim and a new hairstylist shaved the back of my head. I guess you have to be specific when you specify that you want the back short. I meant short, not shaved. I think I actually got a discount on that one after crying in the salon chair.  There was also the Jennifer Aniston circa Friends layered look which unfortunately looked somewhat mullet like on me. I now know that a lot of layers just done work that well with my hair. When you start cutting off layers, you aren’t really left with much underneath. In my 20s and now into my 30s, I’ve come to an acceptance with my hair. I’ve had it short and longer. It looks okay. I don’t think I’ll ever think it looks amazing, except for the hair style I had for my wedding day, but unfortunately, I don’t have my own private hair stylist at the ready every morning when I get up. But, I guess that’s what happens as you get older, you come to accept who you are and embrace it (this might still be a bit of a work in progress for me).

  So back to the documentary, I found it interesting to learn about some of the different ways black women style their hair. There is the relaxer which is what appears to be a nasty chemical that straightens and relaxes hair. Chris Rock spoke with a professor of chemistry who demonstrated the ability of sodium hydroxide, the key ingredient in hair relaxers, to dissolve an aluminum can in a few hours. He interviewed women and children as young as three or four who use this on their hair. Now, it’s easy for me to criticise the use of such a strong chemical on your body, but with everything that I’ve tried with my hair, if there had been a magical chemical that would have thickened my hair, I’m sure I would have tried it. Chris Rock also looked into the weave industry. Hair, mostly from temples in India where women are shaving their head for religious purposes, is attached to natural hair to create a completely new hair style. Extensions are popular with white woman as well, but possibly not to the same extent. I was amazed at the cost. A good weave is going to put you back $1000-1500! I spoke with my hairstylist about this. She’s white and said that she had extensions at one point. As she put it, she had Victoria Secret model hair. This made me wonder how many of those models and actresses whose hair I’ve admired actually have completely natural hair. I’m sure there are a lot of extensions or weaves going on out there for both white and black women. We’re all in search of that perfect princess looking hair.
  Possibly the most interesting part of the documentary for me was when Chris Rock interviewed several highschool seniors who would be graduating shortly. They all had different types of hair styles. A few wore braids, some had their hair relaxed, and one girl had a natural Afro. Chris Rock was interested to know what the girls thought about their prospects for getting a job with the different hair styles that they had. All the girls, except for the one with natural hair, said that there was no way you would get hired if you had an Afro. One girl mentioned that having an Afro just didn’t go well with a business suit. Thinking about the possibility of having a girl in the future, I wondered where these feelings about hair come from. Who’s telling these girls that they won’t be able to get a job if they wear their hair in a natural style. And why as women are we worrying so much about what our hair looks like with regard to our job prospects – I doubt guys are putting the same thought into their hair styles, but that’s a question for another day. Personally, as someone who has always been envious of women with curly, voluminous hair, I thought the natural hair style looked great and was one of my favorites. I spoke with my two friends who are originally from Zambia. These two sisters wear their hair differently. One has long braids and the other has short, relaxed hair. Both styles look awesome. I asked them about what they thought about having an Afro. Both agreed that you wouldn’t get hired with hair like that. One of my friends said that she sometimes lets her hair free from the braids, but that it’s very weather dependent. This made a lot of sense to me. My white friends with curly hair have echoed this as well.
  As a white woman raising a black son and possibly a little girl one day, I’ve heard from other blogs that there can be a lot of attention on how you are styling your child’s black hair. There have been comments made on the internet about whether a white woman would actually be able to properly style a black girl’s hair and understand the importance of styling it correctly. This sentiment I take issue with. First of all, I believe I have the ability to learn what I need to in order to care for my child and if I need help, I’ll ask for it. I wonder where these strong feelings about the “correct” way of styling hair come from. I wonder why it’s considered wrong in some circles for a black girl’s hair to be styled naturally. I was shocked to read that there’s actually a petition out there about Beyonce and Jay Z’s daughter, Blue Ivy, requesting that her parents comb her hair. There was similar outrage to Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s daughter, Zahara, about her hair which was apparently left au naturel. Why would anyone care how these two girls have their hair styled and care enough to take the time to create a petition or put their name on it? I have to wonder what little girls think when they hear comments like that, that someone’s hair looks bad or wrong. I wonder does it make them feel like their hair as it is grown naturally on their heads isn’t good enough? Is it this sort of sentiment that is perpetuating the idea of good versus bad hair?
  After watching this documentary, I felt like I had a somewhat better understanding on the ways in which black hair can be styled, knowing that not all black hair is the same. However, I still have questions about where the negative feelings about hair come from. As someone who has struggled with similar feelings, possibly not to the same extent as other women, I wondered, how do we raise our daughters (and sons) to love themselves regardless of their shape, size, hair, or colour of their skin? How can we teach them that they’re all princesses (or princes) regardless of what Disney tells them a princess looks like?

  In the end of the documentary, Chris Rock is clearly struggling with what to tell his daughters about their hair. Brilliantly, he says, “So what do I tell my girls? That what’s on their head isn’t as important as what’s in their head”. I couldn’t agree more.

Getting perms with my best childhood friend, Kim. Ah, I can still smell the ammonia.

Independence

Well, we now have our first week of daycare under our belts. It feels like a success. Isaac handled everything very well. He still cries when I drop him off, but the tears only last a couple of minutes. He then plays happily while I'm gone. I think the day care workers have been impressed by his appetite - most people are. I'm happy that he's happy, but I've been feeling a little strange about the whole thing. I couldn't put my finger on what was causing these feelings a first and then I realized that this was Isaac's first independent thing. Day care is his world and I have very little contact with it. After being attached at the hip for almost a year, it's strange to think that he has something that's separate from me. That's not to say that I've never left him with others, but it's always been with family or close friends and I've always had a good understanding of what the day entailed. With day care, I have a general gist of what goes on, but I'll never really know everything that he's doing. Obviously this is a good thing. He has to slowly build his independence over time and I certainly don't want to be a mother that smothers him, but I guess it all feels a little bitter sweet. I'm proud of him, but sad for the loss of our time together. I'm sure this won't be the last of these feelings. The push-pull of motherhood. Wanting your child to develop a sense self and identity, but at the same time wanting to know all about it. Wanting them to go out into the world as confident, independent people, but at the end of the day, hoping they come home wanting to share some of what they experienced. We're just at the start of this grand adventure. I'm glad it's been a good one.

He looks so big in this photo. Definitely a toddler.

It's nice to have reminders though that he'll always be my baby.

Another First

Isaac started daycare today. As I write this post, I’m sitting at Starbucks waiting for his two hours to be up. I’m filled with nerves. I feel like I’ve been preparing to take a test. Some of the same feelings are present – the pit of anxiety in my stomach, the GI issues (I won’t go into details), the restless sleep, the questions of readiness for both Isaac and me. I feel like I’m back at university again, but this time, the test feels a lot more important. I know that eventually he’ll be fine. He loves playing with other kids and the daycare we’ve chosen has a great reputation and sounds like it will be a lot of fun for him. But, I feel horrible leaving him without knowing whether he understands that I’ll be back. I know that all parents who put their children in daycare go through similar feelings. No one wants their child to feel distress. As I walked out that door today with Isaac crying in the background, I felt like my heart was being constricted. I just made it to the car before I started crying myself. I know his tears mean that he’s attached to me and that I should be forever grateful that we’ve been able to create this special bond. But, I can’t help but think back to how he started his life on this Earth. I never want him to feel like he’s being left again. That’s been my promise to him from the start and although I know this isn’t the same, it’s hard not to feel like I’m breaking my promise. I can only hope that when I go back to the daycare in 53 minutes now (I‘m obsessively counting the time), that I find my son playing with lots of new friends and complaining that he doesn’t want to leave. We’ve got two weeks to figure this all out before I’m back to work. Another first for us – two working parents. If I wasn’t quite ready for today’s first, I’m definitely not ready for that one...

Back in the Hood

  It feels like ages since Markus, Isaac, and I have had a weekend together in our house. First of all, we were living with my parents for a month while Markus renovated our bathroom. He worked so hard and did such an amazing job. After that, we were on vacation on Hornby Island, so this weekend was the first weekend we really had in our house without any plans. Don't you love weekends that have no plans? I relish them. It's so easy to over plan your life which I actually find a bit stressful. It's nice to allow for spontaneity and just going with the flow (somewhat against my personality). I also love that it gives you time to just enjoy your neighbourhood. Yesterday, we had one of those days. In the morning, we hit up the farmers' market and playground at Trout Lake. We bought some lovely local veggies and fruit. It was great seeing Markus's Pemberton neighbour, Anna Helmer, who runs Helmer's Organic Farm with her parents. We love their potatoes! Next we were off to the playground so Isaac could have a bit of a run around. I love the new playground design that seems to be in fashion now with the sand area. Usually there's some sort of water feature which is an Isaac magnet. True to his character, that's were we spent most of our time. After that, we were off to the off leash dog area for Gibson to have his run around while Isaac had a bit of a snack. So, all in all, everyone was happy.

Hornby Island Getaway

We just got back from a lovely week on Hornby Island with the Tschopp family. Hornby Island takes a bit of a journey to get to with three ferries, but once you are there, it's absolutely worth it. The beaches are amazing and the views stunning. Markus has lots of great childhood memories from yearly family vacations to the island. I'm so happy that we've started this tradition again with his family. This was our third year there and a special one because it was Isaac's first time. I feel like it is a real rarity to get a stretch of sunny, hot weather when you vacation on the coast, but this year we really lucked out. Everyday was spent at the beach. The water was so warm that it felt like a bath sometimes. We all came home each day covered in sand, exhausted, but very happy. You really couldn't ask for more in a vacation. Isaac had a great time playing with his older cousin, Roslyn. They both had fun playing chase and making farting noises on the leather couch. A friendship made in heaven.

The view from our place.

Helliwell Park. I can't get enough of this view. The contrast between the yellow grass and the blue water is stunning.

Hiking at Helliwell.

Beach baby. Enjoying the sun, sand, and water at Tribune Bay.

Smiles all around. :)

You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream. Fortunately, there was no actual screaming involved in the eating of this yummy ice cream cone.

Love that Isaac and I both share a love of the water.

A sand stone footprint.

Dinner! Markus, his brother, and dad went fishing one day and although no fish were caught, they came home with some tasty prawns.

Stories with Grandma.

Thanks for a great vacation, John and Sharon. Till next time Hornby Island.

Like a Moth to a Flame

  It has become apparent that my son has an addiction and that addiction would be water. Whether it’s from the tap, creek, dog bowl, or puddle, he doesn’t discriminate, he loves it all. It’s a bit like a moth to a flame. It’s like he has a special water radar. No matter where we are, he is able to zero in on the nearest body of water, even if it’s a small spill on the floor, and make a bee-line straight for it. Once there, he may decide to stomp his feet in it, splash it with his hands, or get down on his hands and knees, butt in the air, and drink from it. I try to prevent him from drinking out of puddles and the dog bowl, but sometimes it is impossible. From his older cousin, he learned to put his face entirely in the water while playing with the water table. This has now progressed to making bubbles in the bath. I can’t help but be proud of that knowing that he’s already passed a skill in swimming lessons. I also have an affinity for water and love that Isaac shares this with me, but sometimes, I just want to get through the day without 3-4 changes of water logged clothes. I now know what it feels like when moms say, “My life has become laundry”. Yup, been there done that.

At John Lawson Park in West Vancouver. Best water park ever.

Look at that smile. Sitting in muddy water and never happier.

Ahhhh