Monthly Archives: January 2010

Kindergarten Conundrum

As usual, I was surfing the web and reading some of the major newspapers of the country.  I like knowing what is going on in the New York Times and The Washington Post as well as several others that are in the Midwest and the West.  Sometimes I miss something but, in that case, a friend generally points it out to me before the end of the day.

As I was perusing the education blog on The Washington Post, I came across a piece on full versus half day kindergarten.  I had to stop and read.  I truly did not think that half day kindergarten existed in the United States any longer.  I was sadly wrong.

My mind, upon reading the guest piece, is that the full vs. half day debate has certainly changed since I started fighting and debating it about 24 years ago.

Back when #1 was looking at kindergarten – I should probably say his father and I were looking at kindergarten, the majority of our public school districts in upstate New York offered a half day program.  This was fine but #1 had turned five in November so we had not sent him to kindergarten that year, even though he had turned five before the December 1 deadline.  He was in a preschool program that was full day and educational so he stayed there.

The next year rolled around and I found myself suddenly shopping for a full day kindergarten.  Full days away from home were what #1 was use to.  The preschool offered a full day kindergarten program but it was an open classroom.  I felt #1 needed more structure.  I found a Catholic school that had a program perfect for #1.  It was on the other side of the city but that was okay with me.

The twins had a January birthday.  There would be no extra year in preschool for them, even with #2′s speech issues.  The public school district we lived within the borders of still only had a half day kindergarten program.  I was still a firm believer in full day.  Since #1 had not left the Catholic school, #2 and #3 followed.  This nicest part was the community of the school – a faith-filled group of parents and teachers.  The other nice part was I didn’t have to fight with administrators about keeping the twins, at least for now, in the same class.

When the twins went to the Catholic school for kindergarten, #4 followed for preschool.  The cost of full day preschool/day care was becoming prohibitive and I had become a stay at home mom so it was not a necessity any longer.

Then, came the debate, during that year #4 was in preschool at the Catholic school.  The public school district was thinking about beginning a full day kindergarten.  The public was outraged.  What was the point?  Why was it necessary?

I went to Board of Education meetings.  I diligently typed out my comments.  While I do not dislike speaking in public, I like to leave those making the decision a written copy and I hate forgetting pieces.  I went into why it was time, in 1991-92, to change.

Our school system was set up when the US was an agrarian society.  School days were when they were so that children could get up in the morning and milk the cows before going to school.  Some still do.  The end of school day, with the exception of winter, left time for chores also.  Having time off during the summer gave the farmer his family to help with harvesting.  This is not the world we had in 1992 or in 2010.

The Board of Education decided to start full day kindergarten with the school year 1992-93 and it was, and still is, successful.

Unfortunately, in 1994, we moved out of the city and into a smaller school district, a school district that did not have full day kindergarten.  I went through the entire process again.  I attended Board of Education meetings when the topic came up.  I presented experiences and statistics and history.  Again, the Board went with a full day kindergarten.

So, to see that the full day versus half day debate is still ongoing drives me crazy.  To see that, at least in the case of Fairfax County, there are both full day and half day options and that the full day goes to those who are starting at a disadvantage floors me.

Did you attend a full day or a half day kindergarten program?  What about your children?  What do you think is better?


Bed Rest Anyone?

Many are the days that parents, particularly mothers it seems, would love to have bed rest, a sanctioned excuse to not leave bed.  I vividly recall my second pregnancy.  Twins.  In 1986-87.  The things my OB/GYN did not tell me at first were that he was going to disable me at 26 weeks, that he was going to recommend that I be on bed rest from 26 weeks on to, hopefully, lengthen the time the twins were in utero.  This was fine and dandy.  The fact that the 26 week mark hit two weeks after I returned from a two-week vacation caused my employer some anxiety but the paperwork was filled out and I was a disabled person who was hobbling, not walking, around the house.

Who wouldn’t like to be disabled, so paid though not full pay, for eight to 14 weeks while the pregnancy continued?  The question should be phrased, “Can a mother of an almost two-year old actually comply with bed rest?”

Days were not spent in bed.  Days were spent in the recliner or on the sofa.  The first day I was on disability, the almost two-year old, yes #1, locked himself in the bathroom.  This was the start of my dislike of locks on bathroom doors – still don’t have one to this day and #1 is 25.  I tried talking him through unlocking the door.  The visual was probably comical – a 26 week pregnant woman, pregnant with twins so I looked overdue already, laying on the hallway floor, yelling under the bathroom door.  When that failed, I got the stepladder out.  I put it up against the house by the bathroom window and started up it.  Thankfully, it was late September or early October and upstate NY was experiencing Indian Summer.  If not, this would have been a disaster.  Also, thankfully, a neighbor came and climbed in the window for me, unlocking the door.

These are the things that happen while on bed rest.  I was not trying to disobey my OB/GYN.  As a matter of fact, the twins were delivered at 38.5 weeks despite my shoveling for every snow storm from Christmas until the end of January.

Did I need a court to tell me I should do what the doctor ordered?  No!  I trusted my doctor but I also let him know that there was no such thing as bed rest with a toddler.  Did my doctor think that my voicing my concern about being able to fulfill the bed rest requirement was cause for seeking a court order for me to do so?  No!  He explained the benefits.  He also explained that raising my feet, whether in bed or a chair, would help.  He also explained that the floor crawling to look under the bathroom door and the ladder climbing were definite no-nos.

So, as Lisa Belkin questions in her Motherlode blog on the New York Times, “Is Refusing Bed Rest a Crime?” Evidently, this is just what Samantha Burton did.  Ms. Burton was put on bed rest by her doctor.  As I did, Ms. Burton informed her doctor that she had toddlers – more than one!  The doctor, from all I can find out, did not suggest that this should be a disability case – which would have prevented Burton from worrying about loss of her job.  To force the issue, the doctor went to court.  He got a court order that forced Burton to remain in bed in a Tallahassee hospital.  Burton was not totally ignoring the doctor and noted she was planning on getting a second opinion.

My problem here is the court stepped into the relationship.  First, if a doctor went to court every time any patient ignored the advice given during an office or hospital visit, the courts would be more overfilled than they now are.  Patients are not bound to agree with and take heed of all advice given them.  I am not saying anyone should ignore their doctor’s advice.  I am just saying it is not a binding contract.

Second, this court intervention steps over the line of protecting a child.  Whether you believe in fetus being a human from conception or you believe life starts at some further point in time, the court should not be involved in what a pregnant woman does to lengthen her pregnancy.  In most cases, the health of the mother should come first, not the health of the unborn child.  Now, before you jump all over me, I am not endorsing ignoring the health of an unborn child.  I am just saying that the mother’s health should be primary.

Do courts get to determine if the overweight man gets to go to the Burger King drive-thru daily?  No.  So why would a court look at this particular issue?

The lower court based its decision on the fact that medical intervention is justified in “extraordinary” circumstances. The A.C.L.U. responded that the circumstances Burton found herself in were very ordinary. “It is hard to imagine anything more commonplace than the inability of a mother of two to remain on continuous bed rest,” the brief says, “or the well-documented difficulty in quitting smoking,” which Burton was also ordered to do. (http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/01/12/is-refusing-bed-rest-a-crime/)

I happen to agree with the ACLU.  There is nothing more ordinary than the inability of a mother of toddlers – remember my story and I only had ONE toddler – to maintain bed rest.

So what do you think?  Are you ready for the courts to get in between you and your doctor?  Do you think that saying you are going to get a second opinion is enough of a response?  Where are you in this conundrum?


Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Through Five for Ten on Momalom.com, I have come to meet and know a huge community of bloggers.  Most are females.  Most are mothers.  Some are married.  Some are single.  All are fantastic!

I thought to myself, when I first read about “Won’t You Be My Neighbor” on one of these blog, that this was a wonderful idea.  But, how, how do I do it when I have already joined Nablopomo for January?  I don’t want to post at all on the day a “virtual neighbor” posts.  So January is out for my blog hosting, or joining in, with this wonderful project started over at The Never-True Tales.

So, I want to invite those of you out there who know – or maybe you don’t, and if that is the case, I am truly sorry – I love to read your writings to consider writing a guest post for my blog.  I could startle you with figures.  I could blind you with readers.  No, I really couldn’t as I have a following but it is not huge so I don’t think it is a big deal.

What I guarantee is I will not post on my blog the day your guest post is up.  I will link back to your blog in hopes that we have some different readership and can share that group.  I want people to know the bloggers I like.  There is some reason I go to your site day in, day out and I want others to find this reason.

I will be the rebel.  Since I am not starting this particular project until after January is over, I want to put my guest blog posts on Mondays (I hope my poetic license is okay?).  Should you all prefer Fridays, I am okay with that day also.  I will host one guest blogger a week starting in February.

Should you want to post here on my site, please email me. Topic is all yours!!

“Won’t you please, won’t you be my neighbor?”


God Is A …

Man?  Woman?  Being?  I was wondering around the blogosphere when I came across Ronna Detrick’s entry entitled “Do You Remember When God Was A Woman?”

I thought long and hard as I was reading both the entry and its accompanying comments.  You see, I am a catechist.  I have completed the Basic Catechetical Certification courses required by my diocese to be certified to teach religious education, to be a certified catechist.

I mention this because I vividly recall an exercise in one of the classes where we had to write down descriptive words that came to our mind when thinking of God.  Now, God was the Father so that was what people thought of.  Yet, there were those in attendance, myself included, who wrote words that were more of a mother nature than of a father nature.  Words such as nurturing, caring, mothering that should apply to either sex but that in this case, people felt was odd in applying it to a male higher being.

I was offended by that thought.  I was offended that God could not have a nurturing female side.  Mother Nature is worshiped by many.  She does good for us all.  Why is it that God has to be seen as male?

Being Roman Catholic, this is not always a good topic for me to bring up.  Granted, I am a convert and was never Roman Catholic prior to Vatican II.  Even if I had been, I would have been so young I doubt I would remember pre-Vatican II.  I definitely do not remember it, though, as I became a Roman Catholic 27 years ago this Easter season.

I have ideas and beliefs that I had prior to becoming a Roman Catholic.  I did not give those up.  I attempted, and in many cases succeeded, in merging my two divergent views.  The image of God as male, though, is not one that I have had much success with changing.  Many cradle Catholics think I am crazy when I describe a God that has more female characteristics than male characteristics.

The Church has attempted to become less sexist.  Traditional hymns have had minor word changes.  I find this annoying.  I also find this just cosmetic.  Some of the hymns that have had changes made are centuries old.  When they were written, man was king literally.  The wording reflects those days, those times.

As I look back at some of the questions Ronna posed at the end of her entry, I truthfully believe that God being male, female or non-sexed doesn’t matter to me in the long run.  I know that there is an all-knowing, omnipresent being who loves and nurtures us as we live our very human lives.


Move Your Money

I admit to following Arianna Huffington on Twitter.  I started following her after hearing her speak at Ithaca College this past November.  Yet, I somehow missed the kickoff for Move Your Money.  I would hear television plugs for Ms. Huffington coming up on various shows, and saw her tweets about different interviews, but I seemed to ignore them.  I don’t know why.

Now I am truly enthralled.  Move Your Money, for those of you like who are living under a rock this year, is a grassroots movement that encourages individuals to move their money from banks considered “too big to fail.”

During the recent financial crisis, these community-based banks generally avoid the reckless behavior the bigger banks engaged in.  As much as I hate the term, with enough support, this type of movement “has the potential to shift power in the financial system away from Wall Street and to Main Street.”  And, in some cases, it seems to be working.

WTEN in Albany, New York is reporting last week that the web campaign is benefitting local bank Trustco.

While I have not moved my money, my account is the one that a big bank would like.  I pay some fees but not a lot – or I would if I were not smart.  I do not have a huge balance.  I do have a relationship with my credit union, though, and love its community involvement and its fees, or lack thereof.

For many reasons, ones that are near and dear to my heart, I suggest everyone take a look at the Move Your Money campaign.  Think in terms of a moral imperative.  We have a moral obligation to help those who are less fortunate.  While we can control this in our individual lives, we need to put our money where it will also do the most to help those in our communities that are not as fortunate as we.

One supporter of the movement has gone so far as to say moving your money will help save the environment.  Big banks invest without a social conscience.  Community banks invest with the best interest of the community in mind.

I have included some links below, as well as within this entry, for you to visit and read about the movement.  My money is already held locally.  What about yours?

Move Your Money:  A New Year’s Resolution

Claim Your Change

Huffington Post’s Search Results on Move Your Money


Antiquing and GNO

So in the wonderful cold that we have been having in Upstate New York, people do come into town to visit.  Saturday, two friends from high school and I went on an antiquing trip.

We started in Endwell at Charlie Brown’s Antiques.  This is a consignment shop in the Endwell Plaza at the corner of North Street and Main Street.  I love looking around in here as it is huge and there is a variety of items available.  Both Kat and I walked out with items.

Since I inherited my grandmother’s pressed aluminum, I always have an eye out for more.  I particularly like platters and trays that I can use when entertaining or when taking items to parties.  This particular trip netted me not only pressed aluminum but two new rings.  Best part, I spent less than $25 on all of the items.

A spoon ring and a knot ring

An Ice Bucket for Wine Bottles

Pressed Aluminum Tray - Bamboo pictured on it

Pressed Aluminum Platter

Once we left Charlie Brown’s we headed east on Main Street to Julie’s Place.  Here we found a lot of furniture.  I would just love to come back here at some point in time to purchase a table or a chair.  I was not in the major furniture purchasing mood so just ogled many pieces.

Then, we headed to Clinton Street in Binghamton where we stopped at Mad Hatter Antiques and another antique store right there.  One was on one side of St Michael’s Greek Orthodox Church and the other on the other side.  I just cannot recall the other store’s name.  Both had some wonderful buys for furniture.  I saw plenty more pressed aluminum but was not spending any more money.

After that, we headed out to dinner.  We ate at The Ground Round in Johnson City.  This is a fairly new location, maybe having been open for less than a year so far.  I had a Chicken and Spinach Salad with grilled chicken and a raspberry vinaigrette that was delicious.  Neither Candy nor Kat had another bad to say about their food either and the service was great.

From this point, we headed to a liquor store to pick up some wine and go hand out at Candy’s home.

One of my new Favs

So what else can you do when the temps are cold and you are on a rest day for running?


Photo Club

I have been going to the Greater Groton Photo Club since it started meeting in November of 2009.  I love the people who are willing to share their knowledge and the things we have done as far as taking pictures.  So, I offer you the images I took on last Thursday at the Greater Groton Photo Club.

Just an FYI.  Some of these have been altered with a photo program.  There are many shots of the same item as each was taken with a different camera setting, with or without a flash, and a different angle.


Winter Is Here

My skin is my true barometer of when winter hits where I live.  I can always look out the window and see snow or rain or clouds or sun.  I can always look at the calendar and see dates – days, weeks, months.  I can always look on the television or the computer and see temperature and wind chill.  But, once my hands start to crack and bleed – I know, gross and probably TMI – I know winter is here.

About a month ago, I noticed my heels getting rough.  This roughness is usually what I experience in the summer as I wear Birkenstocks most of the summer.  I also have issues in the winter when my feet get dried out.  Why do they get dry in the winter?  It is a combination of things.  The air is dryer in the winter here in Upstate New York.  I tend to get more easily dehydrated as I drink less water in the winter.  I try to compensate by drinking more herbal teas but this does not always help.  I also neglect my feet as they tend to be in “something” – socks, slippers, shoes, boots – all the time.  I put moisturizer on them after showering but that is not enough in winter.

Yesterday, true winter hit with the first hand cracking.  I have always had issues with the skin on my hands – thanks, Mom!  When I was diapering with cloth two to three children a day, I broke down and went to the dermatologist.  The doctor was a wonderful man and after two visits, I had a diagnosis.  He diagnosed me with contact dermatitis.  In looking back, I am not sure this was a correct diagnosis but he mixed me up a salve that the pharmacist had to spend a couple days on and my hands did improve slightly.

Every since that time, I have had very little issue with my hands except in winter.  I keep them in gloves – non-latex to be safe – when doing dishes.  I have white cotton gloves that I use when cleaning the house to prevent irritants from coming in contact with my skin.  I do my nails but not often to prevent irritation from both polish and remover.

So yesterday I ran outside in rather cold, snowy weather.  I got back to my car – yes, I had to drive to a trail to run as the roads were too dangerous – and took off my gloves.  My right thumb had cracked and my left one is looking to follow soon.

Now, what do I do?  Many things are now on the help list.  I will make a conscious attempt to drink more water as staying hydrated will help.  I will be sure to apply some lotion on a regular, many times a day basis.  I will drag out the Bag Balm and wear cotton socks or gloves to bed at night with Bag Balm on my hands.

I will get my hands back in shape.  They are probably the body part that most shows my age and I would prefer they don’t.


Language and Parenting

While the language we choose to use as parents is important, I want to discuss language acquisition and parenting.  As Big Little Wolf has indicated, “parenting rocks. parenting sucks. parenting rocks.”

Ever since Becca discussed her son’s lack of language, I have had these thoughts rolling around in my mind.  Parents need to be aware of developmental milestones and when help should be pursued.  These include many things – crawling, walking, talking, words, sentences – but they are not impossible to know what is “normal” and what is not.

Once a milestone is missed, parents need to move from parent to advocate, and usually at the whim of the system.  This has to be a seamless transition as you know your child better than anyone.  You are your child’s best advocate.

I share with you my own experience with not one but several of my children.  With child number one came the first issue.  His preschool, and I was working outside the home full time so he was in a day care/preschool setting, did annual speech evaluations.  The report came home that his teacher thought he should be evaluated.  I didn’t see an issue but agreed.  A speech/language pathologist came into the preschool and tested the kids.  Then, after a couple weeks, a report was mailed home with a request to share it with teachers.

I took the report very  seriously.  I called my pediatrician and made an appointment.  Was my child ill?  Was this a well-child visit?  The receptionist was very confused.  Why did I want a doctor’s appointment?  Well, the biggest reason was insurance.  The insurance company required a doctor’s referral to attend therapy.  The receptionist asked if she could call me back.  She wasn’t sure if this was an appointment or a consultation.  She wanted to schedule me as soon as possible but didn’t now where to put me or my son.

The pediatrician decided that he would do a physical exam so a regular appointment slot was needed.  He told the receptionist to let me know he didn’t believe anything was wrong but wanted to rule out any physical issues.  My son had had some health issues as a newborn – constant ear infections for the first 15 months, problems with the well water where we lived.  I was game for ruling out physical ear issues.

Two big things came out of the doctor’s appointment to the then naive and still fairly new mom – yes, I had three children at the time but still new at it.  The first was there was no physical reason for anything to be wrong.  This was good news.  Then came the other news, which I view now in retrospect but at the time thought was just professional jockeying.  He said that I should not worry about the speech report.  The woman was just trying to make a living.

Then came the twins.  Andy and Elise were as different as day and night from the moment they emerged from the womb.  At 38 1/2 weeks, Andy came out at one ounce shy of eight pounds.  Elise came out at five pounds, eleven ounces.  While she didn’t walk until 14 months and he did at 11 months, she talked or babbled constantly.  He did not.  My thoughts, again in retrospect after parenting for 25 years and researching twins, are that she would help him communicate what he needed so why should he learn.  Then, when he finally did start to speak, there were issues.  He didn’t speak properly.  He, just prior to his second birthday, had  speech evaluation.

Andy had a severe articulation disorder.  I was plunged into the school special education process and into becoming an advocate for my son.  The Committee on Preschool Special Education had just begun taking over what was early intervention from county health departments here.  Thankfully, our insurance at the time, once I manage to bully my way through the pediatrician to get a referral, covered six months of whatever therapy was recommended.  The problem was so bad, so severe that the actual recommendation was for a language-based preschool, not just daily – yes, five times a week – speech therapy.  The preschool recommendation was going to have to wait for the committee.  We started going to speech therapy every day.

By the time Andy’s case was in front of the committee six months later, he had improved.  This is a child whose language comprehension was two to three years above where his speech was.  The committee, through my advocacy, allowed Andy to continue with therapy as it was and to stay in his preschool environment that he was in, which was my goal.  I did not want to split the twins up at the age of 30 months.

What did I learn through all of this and two other children with speech issues later?  I learned that I had the capacity, even then when the internet was not prevalent, to find the information I needed.  I had the capacity to teach myself what was “normal.”  I had the capacity to advocate for my child as I knew my child better than the speech therapist or the committee members.  As parents, we may question ourselves constantly.  We may wonder if we have made the “right” decision.  We should never, though, question who knows our child/children best.  We do!

A caveat:  This is not meant to point fingers at others and their decisions about their own children.  As I said,  we know our own children best.  It is meant as a learning and sharing experience for becoming an advocate for yourself, your family, your children.


The Flour Baby Project

Each semester the high school student(s) in my house come home with tales of “The Flour Baby Project.” In New York State, high school students must take a half credit of health to graduate.  This course is offered every semester at our high school and includes such topics as STDs, alcoholism, CPR – each student is certified by the end of the course, and many more.

“The Flour Baby Project” is an attempt to teach parental responsibility.  I have heard tales of total lack of regard for the project and also tales of students that take the project very seriously.

Yesterday was the first day of this school year’s first round of “The Flour Baby Project.”  My 15 year old son was full of chatter on this topic this morning.  Boy X had his flour baby dressed in a sailor suit that had been his as a baby.  Girl Y had made Styrofoam arms for her flour baby.  Boy Z had made two faces on his flour baby, one awake and one asleep.  The stories went on and took me back to when four of my five older children had been involved in the flour baby project.

Previously, flour baby tales included tales of pens ripping through the bags of flour and entire rolls of duct tape being used to protect the “baby.”  These were not, at least yet, the tales from my youngest’s friends.  In my mind, these young adults are taking the assignment slightly more seriously.  They are dressing their “babies.”  They are making faces for their “babies.”

Now, the end question on effectiveness will come with the report that is due at the end of the project.  Did the “babies” actually get treated like a child?  Were they ever left unsupervised?

Do you recall parenting exercises in school?  Did your children take part in any such learning experiences?

On a slightly good note, all flour is donated to a food pantry at the end of the project providing the bag is undamaged.


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