Groundhog Day 2018 Phullabaloney Fill Style

 

Wake me up you did, though my brain be fried.                                                                                            Try to push me out, I dare!                                                                                                                                  I’ve a Wulfric on my side.                                                                                                                                   It’s a forecast you be wantin’                                                                                                                              But I’m no weather reader.                                                                                                                                 Leave me the flibbery h3!! alone                                                                                                                       As I drink here by this heater.                                                                                                                           

 

 

Ho!  Treachery!  Mutiny!  Unfaithful cur!                                                                                                       Gnaw on me if you must, great fool,                                                                                                                 I’m too drunk to feel my fur.                                                                                                                             

 

 

At last, our vulgar rodent has made it out the door.                                                                                 With his actions base,                                                                                                                                      He’s on his face.                                                                                                                                                How to know what weather’s in store?                                                                                                      

 

 

I’m up!  I’m standing up!                                                                                                              (Though I be leanin’ on a post)                                                                                                   I don’t care about my shadow,                                                                                                   For a $&!1 #@*3% groundhog?                                                                                                   I’m the most!                                                                                                                                  

 

Another Monday Mish-Mash: Groundhogs, Mormon Stuff, & Co-Sleeping

First, let’s just get it out of the way:

IMG_1108 Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  I can’t take it.  I can’t take EXTRA winter.  I may just have to slit my wrists long-ways.

Maybe were he not so under-employed these days, Mr. Fill would have been amenable to emerging in the front yard, which has a nice big shadow from the house, rather than the backyard which is bathed in morning light and peed-on snow (the dogs, people, not the husband and kids, and certainly not me).  But Mr. Fill was being all crotchety and hell-bent on maintaining his groundhoged integrity.

“It’s ^&*#&#@ sunny everywhere out there!” he said.  “I’m not going to hide the *#&#!*@ truth behind some artificially manufactured &$*%!@ shadow!”

He is so lovely that way.  Talk about raining on my parade (or my mental health).

Now for the Mormon Monday portion of today’s mish mash:

I have been asked to speak in church this coming Sunday.  They were sure to point out that I would be the first speaker this time, not the last, necessitating that stay within my 10 minute time limit, so I’m not sure if they appreciated my 30-minute clean up talk the last time or were irritated by it.  Generally they appreciate clean up speakers who can fill time as needed because that saves them from having to improvise, but maybe these guys like to improvise for the last 20 minutes of church.  Who knows?

Anyway, I’ve been asked to speak for 10 minutes about the importance of love at home.  I pretty much have it all written in my head already, but I’m curious to hear from you, my non-LDS readers.  If you were asked to talk about the importance of love at home, what would you say?  Clog my comments, I don’t mind.

Okay, so not actually very Mormon-Mondayish since I’m asking for your thoughts rather than sharing some with you.  Maybe I’ll post the talk after I’ve actually put it down on paper.

Now for Something Completely Different

I keep thinking I’m going to unsubscribe from the adoption Yahoo groups, but I haven’t.  I don’t know why.  I mean, I skim through the daily digests, I never comment on any of them, and I generally find them either boring or contentious, yet I can’t bring myself to unsubscribe.  I guess it is because they have been helpful in the past and I don’t want to miss out in case something pertinent or helpful comes up again in the future.

So, bottom line, I just skim and delete and move on with my day.

But recently?  Recently there has been a discussion about co-sleeping.  I haven’t read the entire thread, but I’ve read enough to once again be amazed at how quick people are to be critical of something with which they have no personal experience.

As a mother of five, I have co-slept with some of my children and not with others.  I have watched and listened and tried to be in tune with each of their needs, as well as my own needs, and made the decision based on that.  The children who did co-sleep with us were out of our bed by the time they were two years old, or sooner.

To cart blanche say that co-sleeping leads to kids being in their parents’ bed for the next five years, or next ten years, or whatever, is to give advice based on faulty logic.  If one person has co-slept and their child is still in their bed eight years later, that does not mean every child will be.

And?  Quite frankly, co-sleeping does not cause older children to regularly sleep in their parents’ bed.  Spineless parenting or the desire to have that older child in your bed do.

When babies are babies they don’t understand much about the world around them and we, even as parents, can’t explain it to them.  They don’t have the skills necessary to understand what we are saying.  So if one of my babies needs the extra comfort of being in bed with me, I let them sleep in bed with me.  But by the time they are two?  All of my kids have had a pretty good mastery of the English language (at least on a receptive level) by the time they were two, so I could say, “Sorry, I know you want to be in my bed, but you don’t need to be in my bed any more.  I will still be here, and I will get you out of your bed in the morning.  You will be fine here in your bed.”

Do they like hearing that?  Are they “ready” to hear that?  No.  But they are “ready enough.”

Are any of us ever “ready” for the life lessons that bring growth?  No, not really.  They are usually painful and something we want to avoid no matter how old we are.  But when they come, we are generally “ready enough” to somehow get through them.

I am not saying everyone should co-sleep.  I don’t believe that is the case, nor do I care what you or the next mom decides to do.  I do, however, take umbrage at the idea that, just because one mother can’t get her school-aged child out of her bed, all co-sleeping families are setting themselves up for that type of situation.

If you want your kid in bed that long, fine.  More power to you, I guess.

If you think your baby would be better off sleeping in your bed now but you are worried about him/her still being there a decade from now?  Grow a pair and be the parent.  If it is best for your baby now, and you want to co-sleep now, do it now.  But in a year or two or three?  When you know the child doesn’t need to be there, and can understand what you are saying to him/her, even if s/he doesn’t like what s/he is hearing?   Be the parent.  Tell the child the way it is going to be and then make. it. be. that. way.  It really isn’t that difficult.

Our society has been T. Barry Brazalton-ized.  Remember the Pampers commercials he used to do?  “Let it be your child’s decision!” or whatever it was he used to say.  The commercial was for a new XXXXXL sized diapers, so it was really beneficial for the Pampers people to have us all believe that it’s okay for five-year-olds to still be running around in diapers while they try to “decide” they are “ready.”

You know what?  Potty training, like other growth experiences, is often something the child is “ready enough” to do, but won’t want to do.  We do it anyway.  Had I let some of my kids “decide” when they were “ready” they would still be in diapers.  Let’s face it, is is much more convenient for a child to just wet his/her pants than it is to stop what s/he is doing and run to the bathroom. 

There is a difference, of course, between signs of “readiness” and a kid deciding s/he is “ready.”  Signs of readiness indicate a child is ready to learn the art of being potty-trained, whether they want to or not.  A child deciding s/he is ready means you don’t make them learn until they want to learn, which, quite frankly, is insane.  The same applies to co-sleeping.  There are signs of readiness, which does not mean a child thinks s/he is actually ready to leave the parental bed.  But, just like the mother bird, we push them out of the nest anyway.  That is how they learn to fly, or sleep on their own.

So, to sum up, please don’t take co-sleeping advice from people who know someone who know someone who know someone who has a 15-year-old kid still sleeping in their bed all because they co-slept when the child was a baby.

Do what you feel is best for you and your baby now.  And?  While you’re at it?  Grow a spine for later.

And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt hates Phullabaloney Fill.