The Queen is Dead

Every life must, inevitably, come to an end. For our majestic silver maple, which took such a beating in last year’s ice storm, that end came this week. I had tried so hard to bend reality to my denial, refusing to entertain the hideous notion that the Queen had to go. Once tall and proud, Her Majesty had become a doddering old dowager, given to shedding her limbs in a most untoward fashion.

Silver maples grow tall and full very fast, faster than they should. Unlike her slower-growing neighborhood peers, the Queen was never destined for longevity. And like many girls forced to grow up too fast, she did not age gracefully. While her trunk was sturdy, her largest branches were hollow and her smallest were frequent casualties to the wind that comes sweeping down our plains.

I did not know her in her youth–the Queen was a stately old matron when she came into my possession. But the past year has really aged her. Even though the ice storm was unavoidable, it saddens me that it happened on my watch; that I could do nothing to protect her. She just could not bounce back from such a devastating blow. The Queen had to be felled, to be put down.

One more winter could have seen her topple over, finally, onto the House. As much as I loved the Queen, I love the House of the Burning Prairie that much more.

It is quite a bit of work to take down a 50-year old silver maple; luckily there are people who do just such a thing for a living! So I farmed out the onerous task of taking the Queen down, as well as two other, less majestic trees that had suffered the same damage, to people who know what they are doing.

The Queen came down in uneasy stages. The first day all of her still-leafy branches were cut away. Then on the second day, her trunk was cut into more manageable pieces. Those more manageable pieces are still quite large and are now sitting at the curb, waiting to be hauled away. Her branches, however, were cut and stacked in the back yard, where they will stay, seasoning, until spring. While those branches will no longer shade the House from the summer sun, they will warm our House next winter.

I think the old girl would be pleased.

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My Big Girl

So far today, Pumpkin has pee-peed in the potty twice. TWICE! She decided she was wearing the Hello Kitty underpants I bought (six months ago) for her as a bribe. They seem to be working. I told her she can’t get her underpants wet or poopy so she has to use the potty. I have no idea how long we can keep this momentum going, but twice in one day is a big step!

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No Falling, Just Voting

It is a beautiful, warm, Oklahoma fall day, perfect for casting an historic vote. I proudly, and with tears of joy welling in my eyes, cast my vote for Barack Obama and Joe Biden. And all the other Democrats on the ticket. I vote straight-party ticket, always have, always will.

I even managed to escape without injury!

Honestly, I don’t know how any person of good conscience could still vote Republican, especially after the past eight years. I am utterly baffled and truly wish that someone could explain it to me. How can a so-called “values voter” find common ground with the robber barons of the right? How can a so-called christian reconcile the teachings of Christ with the depredations of the GOP? How can a struggling family ally themselves with personification of the economic policies that authored that struggle?

Do people honestly believe that the party that gleefully sacrifices the lives of our valiant soldiers and innocent civilians and licks its chops at very thought of lethal injection or the electric chair shares their views about the sanctity of life? Anti-choicers, you are being used and you will be jettisoned when they find you no longer useful.

How can folks who claim Christ as their savior reject His instructions to love our neighbors as ourselves,  to clothe the naked, feed the hungry, heal the sick, to not stand on the street corner to pray, to be peace-makers? And by the way, that’s “suffer the little children” not make the little children suffer. The Republican party stands at direct odds with the teachings of Jesus, and yet so many of the faithful cling to false hopes that the GOP feeds them, lapping up the lies that ooze out of the mouths of the right wing pundits, preachers, and politicians. Starving at the feet of their masters, they pant after whatever crumbs fall off the table of the greedy.

The only thing I can understand is that the GOP feeds the fears, petty hatreds, and ignorance of its base, the basest of its base.

As for me, I will not be a prisoner of fear, I will not allow hate to rule me, and I forcefully reject ignorance. I vote for the future, not the past. I vote for bright hopes. I vote Democratic. And I voted for Obama!

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Homecoming

The Prairie Family is back home! The House of the Burning Prairie may still be a little rough and smoky around the edges, but we are sleeping at home tonight. And the next night, and the night after that, and so on and so forth. It will be a long time before I willingly sleep in another hotel,  so our next vacation had better be in easy driving distance from the House.

I love you, silly old ghost-lousy House, I promise to never take you for granted again.

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Fire-The Aftermath

Work is going forward on our House, hopefully we’ll be out of Hotel of the Burning Prairie by Halloween. It’s not bad, really, just a little cramped for two active kids; and the fold-out bed I’m sleeping on is killing my back.

Pumpkin is about the only one of us who seems unaffected by our situation, probably because of her age. And her generally role-with-the-punches temperament, which she developed as a result of being Monkey’s little sister. My patience is cut short and frayed at the ends. Work feels like a rest at this point. Hubby’s, shall we say, “artistic” temperament is more pronounced. (And people say women are moody!). At one point, he looked at me and told me he felt stressed and didn’t know why. I looked at him, mouth open in disbelief, and said, “Hello! You were in a House fire, with the babies!” And he said, “Oh, yeah.” Like it snuck up on him, unawares.

I wasn’t there during the fire itself, so I can deal with this at a remove. But I told Hubby he needs to start processing this or he’s going to suffer from PTSD. He was in a House fire, with the babies! I told him that he’s my hero for keeping my babies safe, but he still has a lot of stuff with which to deal.

Monkey is still processing all of this and he probably will be until well after we move back into our House. He thrives on routine and doesn’t care for change, so he’s acting out more than usual. He cried twice this week when I dropped him off at school, something he usually doesn’t do. But our situation is anything but usual.

There was a substitute on his first day of school after the fire, but his regular teacher was back the next day. She said that he told her all about the fire, “in great detail.” When Monkey and Pumpkin play, I hear a lot of pretend involving fires. I know that this is part of his way of dealing with what happened, and all the changes that have resulted, so I just listen but don’t intervene. Part of his way of dealing involves art. Monkey is just as creative and talented as his father, and just as temperamental.

He tells us he wants to be an architect when he grows up; he wants to design and build cities. The walls of our room are now sporting what Monkey calls his “art museum.” He has been prolific, drawing and constructing submarines, safety signs, volcanoes with cave men, and many, many houses. I told Hubby that I think Monkey’s drawing so many houses because he’s not in his own right now. He misses our silly, old, ghost-lousy House of the Burning Prairie.

And so do I.

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How Did You Get Here?

Ok, let’s see if I can get some hot comment action here. Please share with the whole class just how you happened upon my humble blog. And for everyone’s amusement, edification, whatever, here is the list of phrases that brought people to my doorstep so far this month:
molly ringwald movie when she has magic powers     burning prairie      house     bakugon stuff animals     tom and jerry kids room     burning house epic fail!     long skirts women shackles ankles     my family     parents review bakugon     benefits of burning prairie     a woman crying in front of her burning house   angel choir comic     small prairie houses     men s underpants     poop in her pants     what happens to you when you swing backwards on the chair     i m pregnant and broke a compact fluorescent light bulb     what would a man dress like in the 16th-17th century     remain in light blog     where does chocolate come from     are minature pumpkins poisonous     did men wear under pants in the old testaments     burning in left hip infertile     panties that do not ride up my butt     age 40 frump transformed     ni hao kai lan lunch box     bakugon.     granny naked     bixby ok cults     current movie with house burning in scenes in kitchen den and bedroom     sexy girl with flour     womens fashions of the civil war era  Nothing too outlandish, but I am now apparently a go-to source for information on children’s programming and underpants.       

  

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The House of the Burning Prairie–Burned

Everyone is OK, that’s the most important thing. 

Training is all done and I started my brand-spanking-new official schedule this week. Which means I work Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday nights. Hubby flies solo while I am at work, and he does a great job. And it is a good thing he was on duty Saturday evening, I probably wouldn’t have handled things as well.

My cell phone started ringing off the hook about an hour and a half into my shift. (I keep it on vibrate because I use it as a clock, watches get in the way of the typing.) I had to use the ladies’ room anyway so I decided to check and see where the fire was, turns out it was at my House. I heard a frantic voice mail from Hubby telling me to “come home right now! The House is on FIRE!!!!” I turned right around without making my much-needed pit stop (this is important later), ran to my supervisor’s desk, told her I had to leave and why, took the time to shut off my computer, and ran out. 

On my way home, Hubby called again and told me they were out and safe. Then he told me I had to at least pretend to be calm, for the babies’ sake. I resolved to be calm, and my resolve lasted until I saw a half-dozen or so fire engines in front of the House. I parked in the neighbor’s driveway and ran through our yard until I got to our driveway, whereupon I was physically restrained by a giant firefighter lady. I couldn’t see my family, but she told me (yelled at me) that everyone was out of the House. Then the Guy in The Big Red Hat, who was talking to Hubby, came and got me and took me to them.

Our across-the-street neighbors brought out chairs and a blanket for Monkey (who sheds his pants the moment he walks in the door, a practice that is now at its end, by the way) and Hubby, Monkey and Pumpkin were watching the spectacle nestled safely among the Halloween lawn ornaments. I have to admit that while I find the giant bat and fake severed body parts hanging from their tree to be adorable, I was quite startled to find my family right next to an un-dead skeleton creature rising from the earth. Gave me a bit of a start.

Hubby told me that the damage was confined to the garage, but that the whole House was filled with smoke. Some kind of short happened between the circuit breakers and the electric meter, causing the whole mess to blow up and catch fire. Hubby smelled smoke and grabbed a fire extinguisher, thinking he could fix the problem. He decided to leave it to the professionals once he got a good look at the flames shooting up the back of our House. So he grabbed the babies, his phone and called 911, his shoes and ran out the door. He could already hear the sirens when he stepped outside. And by the time he got across the street and had the time to put his shoes on, the fire engines were pulling up in front of the House. That’s when he called me.

By the time I arrived, the fire was mostly put out, but smoke and seemingly endless numbers of firefighters were still pouring out of our darkened garage. After praising Monkey for being such a brave big boy, and comforting Pumpkin who trembled in my arms, I took them over to Nana’s house. The kids happily dumped out toys and Nana’s jewelry box while I called the insurance company. After I finished talking to the adjuster, I realized that I still hadn’t used the ladies’ room and was in a bit of discomfort. One emergency had yielded to another.

In the meantime, the firefighters had cleared the House. The dark, smoky House. The physical damage may be confined to the garage, but the whole House was filled with smoke and even after days of airing out still smells like the inside of a Weber Grill.  And since our circuit box is a charred ruin, we have no power. A long time ago, before we had babies, Hubby and I may have roughed it, playing gin rummy by lantern-light and keeping our Dr. Pepper in an ice chest. But alas, we have babies. Babies that I cannot ask to give up Dora The Explorer or climate control or cold chocolate milk. And the House is truly uninhabitable. We spent most of the day mucking out the garage and bagging up stuff that didn’t survive the fire, the smoke, or the fire hoses. 

So, our insurance is paying for all of us to stay in one of those hotels for extended stays. It has a queen-size bed in an alcove, a dreadfully uncomfortable pull-out couch, a big closet (bigger than mine at the House), a desk, a tiny bathroom, and a one-butt kitchen with all the comforts of home, just not as big. Here we stay, hopefully for a month or less, while the House gets fixed up.

We meet with the adjuster in the morning. I’ll let you know how it goes.  

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Time Out!

As all of you know, I am a mom of two beautiful and frustrating children. Sometimes they drive me nuts (and it’s a short drive), sometimes they make me laugh, and all of the time they make me ache with how much I love them. I’m not perfect, I’ve never claimed to be, in fact I am a deeply flawed individual who’s just trying to do my best by this family. Not every parenting decision will be perfect or even all that good, no one can hit it out of the park every day. I’ve tried to learn from the mistakes my own parents made (so I can make all new mistakes!) and just hope that the kids don’t have to get therapy.

One thing I have learned is that if a child is being violent, destructive, or dangerously reckless, you stop them. Immediately. When a child hits or bites or physically lashes out in other ways, you intervene. You don’t wait to see if the other child is going to get upset or fight back; you don’t wait to see if the situation will work itself out. Children love to make messes and that’s OK, as long as there is no actual damage done. When making a mess devolves into damaging and destroying their own or others’ belongings, you stop it. You don’t wait to see just how bad the damage will get. Once a child sinks into destructo-mode, you don’t wait to see if he or she will calm down and clean up his or her own mess. When you see a child, any child, preparing to do something reckless, stupid, dangerous, something that permanently damage them physically, you stop them. You stop kids from running into the street, you stop them from throwing themselves off the top of the jungle gym, you lock up your cleaning products so they don’t get into them. Much of parenting is stopping children from doing the things that they don’t know are dangerous.

The Republican party is a big, violent, destructive, and reckless child, and it’s way past time to stop them. The entirety of the GOP needs a time-out. In 2000, the current administration claimed to be all about restoring dignity to the White House. Instead we have had eight years of the worst behaviors childhood has to offer: selfishness, greed, fear, bullying, lack of empathy, the inability to understand consequences, detachment from reality, meanness, hatred, pettiness, poor impulse control. The GOP runs with scissors and does NOT play well with others.

In 2004, in the midst of a war of choice, I heard many people say that George Bush the lesser should be re-elected so he could clean up his own mess. But the thing about it was, Bush wasn’t (and isn’t) just throwing his toys on the floor and spilling his grape juice on the couch. Bush was (and is) hurting other people and tearing up other people’s stuff. And his complete lack of judgment, utter recklessness, and ignorance of consequences has led his party, and the rest of the country, into many kinds of trouble.

The grown-ups in this country should’ve put this over-grown toddler into time-out four years ago, but we made some poor parenting decisions.

There is a ridiculous school of parenting-thought that advocates down-playing negative behaviors and praising positive behaviors. This is about using positive reinforcement only. Maybe it works on perfect children, but it sure doesn’t work on mine. You can’t just go around hoping to catch your kid doing something good so you can over-praise him. Oh! Little Johnny finished his lunch! “Thank you so much for finishing your lunch, Little Johnny, what a good boy, what a perfect boy!” Oops Little Johnny just ripped the arm off his sister’s doll, better to just ignore it, wouldn’t want to emphasis those bad behaviors.

I think that every half-way decent parent knows that you praise your children for the good stuff and deal out the consequences for the bad stuff. There’s a scene out of Mr. Hobbs Takes A Vacation that illustrates this beautifully. One of Mr. Hobbs’ daughter gets mad at him for stopping his grandchildren from doing something destructive. She haughtily tells him, “We don’t believe in saying “no” to the children. According to all modern psychologists, saying “no” leads to neuroses.” Mr Hobbs responds with, “It can also lead to bankruptcy, too, if he breaks enough stuff!”

Nobody has ever said “NO!” to Bush and he’s finally broken enough stuff in this country to lead to bankruptcy, not to mention what he’s done to the rest of the world. And his leadership has induced his party to jettison any pretense of real conservatism in exchange for greed-mongering, fear-mongering, war-mongering.

When my son hits his sister, he loses privileges and has to go to his room and stay there until he can act like a civilized human being. It is time to take away the GOP’s privileges and send them packing to their rooms until they can act like civilized human beings. You know, human beings that actually care about others. No longer can we adults, we parents of this country we are raising up, refuse our duty of discipline. It is high time that the GOP learn that there are consequences for their actions. And they are lucky we parents have become more enlightened.

Fifty years ago, they could’ve expected a peach switch out behind the woodshed; today they can expect an extended time-out (maybe eight years to pay for the last eight) and to not get to play with their video games. Let’s get busy here, parents, elect the grown-ups to the White House, the Governor’s Mansions, the state and federal legislative branches and give the GOP a little time, space, and perspective to do their own growing-up.

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Dealing With a 3-year Old

Warning: Poop alert!

The phrase, “Don’t eat crayons!” sounds pretty straightforward, don’t you think? But apparently to my 3-year old it translates into “Go ahead, eat all the crayons you want!”

As if the fact of crayon-eating weren’t bad enough, I find little damp piles of masticated crayon in odd places, usually with my bare feet. Ew. But obviously she gets enough of the crayons ingested to make her poop colorfully speckled.

The worst part–they aren’t even her crayons, her pitiful victims belong to her brother. Poor little guy, reduced to coloring with ball-point pens and highlighters because his sister eats all his crayons! And this is no case of entrapment, I confiscate all crayons when I find them. I think she has a secret crayon-stash around here somewhere.
So, when I find my little crayon-bandit, evidence on her face, I tell her, “Don’t eat crayons!” I tell her over and over again as if it will make a difference. And every time she looks up at me, so solemn, so resolute, and says, “Ok, Mama.”

I swear this doesn’t happen to anyone else.

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What is Wrong With The Right?

I was planning a scathing post on the epic fail that is the choice of Sarah Palin as Republican VP nominee, but after seeing that woefully unprepared, out-of-her-depth interview with Katie Couric I just can’t do it. Not right now anyway, seems unnecessarily cruel. She’s apparently going to have some more interviews before the VP debate; depending on how people perceive her performances afterwards, I may have to resurrect my original objections.

But I do want to address something that her supporters tout, that I have not heard her come out and say in so many words. Her saintly shouldering of the “burden” of a special-needs child. I actually heard a girl in line at the store say just how much she admires Palin for that. Look, having a child with special-needs doesn’t make you extraordinary, or a saint, or a martyr; it makes you a mom, just like every other mom in the world. No better, no worse. I’m sure Sarah Palin herself does not look on her child as a burden, so why this public saint-making?

Oh yes, she found out, through amniocentesis, that she was carrying a child with Downs Syndrome and made the choice to continue her pregnancy. So what.

Why is it so amazing to people on the right that she would have her baby. Would these same people choose to terminate if they found out they were having a special-needs child? Is that now an acceptable reason to compromise one’s personal convictions? Are these people against terminating pregnancies except if the baby isn’t “perfect” and then it’s fine and dandy? So I guess that’s what makes Palin so saintly for having her “imperfect” baby. Well then, it seems that lots of moms (and dads, too) should be up for sainthood, including lots of Democrats. Which, no doubt, comes as quite a surprise to Phyllis Schlafly.

On September 2, Phyllis Schlafly went on a radio show and spewed forth this hateful bile: “If Sarah Palin were a Democrat, she would have aborted the baby. That’s the difference between the Republicans and the Democrats. And Sarah Palin demonstrated that she is pro-life in contra to all of the Democrats.”

She continued on with some statistics and the assertion that Democrats are full-on all about the abortions. Must be why none of us ever have any kids. Oh wait, we do. What do you know about that?

Before I move on let me set the record straight, (addendum) Shlafly-style. Contra to all of the Republicans, we (Democrats) believe that no one should be discriminated against because of race, religion, ethnic background, gender, age, ability, or sexual orientation (I think of it more as “sexual hard-wiring”); we believe that all people should have a living wage and affordable healthcare and enough to eat; we believe that quality education is the first step to a better life; we believe that concern for children does not stop at birth; we believe that families have value, all families of all configurations, not just some faux-50′s “ideal” family; we believe that hatred is not a family value; we believe the earth is not ours to destroy; we believe that waging preemptive war is a bad thing; we believe that religious beliefs are best taught in the church and in the home and should not be promoted in schools; we have respect for people of faith, different faiths, or no faith at all and are not so presumptuous to imagine that we can force others to our personal beliefs; and for the record, Phyllis, being pro-choice means that we respect each other enough to trust that each woman is capable of making her own medical choices, that we have absolutely no right to dictate what happens inside of someone else’s body.

So there, I’ve just schlaflied all Republicans. I have presented my personal beliefs as the beliefs of all Democrats, painting those high-minded ideals as the polar opposite of what all Republicans believe, regardless. I have vilified all Republicans, assuming that they all are greedy, selfish, bigoted, ignorant, fearful, hate-filled warmongers. (addendum)It isn’t right when I do it, and it is certainly wasn’t right when Schlafly did it. I know a lot of folks who vote republican because they mistakenly believe the lies put forth by people like Schlafly and others. (addendum)But I do not think they are evil, just deceived.

(addendum) But obviously many prominent right-wingers think all Democrats are evil, Schlafly, Dobson, Pat Robertson, too many to mention. And they have no problem spreading lies and hatred. (all addendums are dedicated to Bob.)

With such public figures proclaiming Democrats’ beliefs to be “evil”, is it any wonder that a delusional man walked into the UU church in Knoxville and opened fire? Is it any wonder that doctors have been murdered for providing legal, requested healthcare for women? Is it wonder that women still are at a wage disadvantage compare to men? Is it any wonder that people think single-payer healthcare is bad? Is it any wonder that gay people are still denied the right to marry the people they love in most states? Is it any wonder that synagogues and mosques are still targets of hatred? Is it any wonder that good stewardship of the earth has been rejected as weak? Is it any wonder that science and critical thinking have been thrown over in favor of superstition and denial? Is it any wonder children, and their care and their health and their education, are not our society’s first priority?

But children are generally a parent’s first priority. And even though I’m sure that Palin and I have very different parenting philosophies, I have no doubt she makes her children a priority and loves them to pieces. But she’s no saint for carrying a pregnancy to term.

And here’s why: If either of my children had had Downs, I too would’ve carried them to term, because I would have not found out until after they were born. I got kind of a late start on having babies and was offered amniocentesis for my daughter. The doctor told me there was a slight risk of miscarriage, and after having two miscarriages I really didn’t want to even slightly risk another. But my decision to forgo the amnio was cemented when the doctor asked both of us, “Would it make a difference?” He was asking us if we would terminate such a pregnancy. We both said, quite forcefully, “No!” And he told us not to take the chance.

That decision didn’t make me a saint. That decision made me a mom, just like every other woman who has a baby. And even if I had decided to go ahead with amnio and had gotten a diagnosis of Downs, I still would’ve had both my babies and not changed a thing! Hey, look at that, a Democrat who wouldn’t have terminated her pregnancies!

But I’m still not a saint, and neither is Sarah Palin.

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