Merry Christmas

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

If I wish you a Merry Christmas, please don't think that I assume that no one celebrates any holiday at this time of year other than Christmas. I certainly don't presume that you celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, or believe that He is the Savior of the world. I think half (at best) of the people who celebrate Christmas really celebrate Santa, trees, baked goods and presents. Which is fine for them.

When I wish you a Merry Christmas, I merely wish you the spirit of the season: Peace on Earth and Goodwill towards men. Family togetherness, a time for putting aside differences, that warm fireside glow. Isn't that what all the PC shouting is about? Goodwill toward men? Overlooking our differences?

When I pray, I pray in the name of Jesus. I mean no offense to anyone who doesn't share the conviction that there is power in His name. But if you're not going to let me pray in His name, then you might as well not let me pray at all. Feel free to pray to whomever you choose, and kindly allow me the same courtesy.

Celebrate what and when you like. Believe what you wish. But don't tell me I can't do the same.

Happy birthday Jesus, and Merry Christmas!

Spelunking

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

"Dark cave, dark cave." He grabs my hand and drags me to the closet. He pushes me inside and closes the door. Satisfied, "dark cave."
I invited him in and showed him how to close the closet doors from the inside. We spent 15 minutes or so playing in there.
He has since discovered that the hall bath is nice and dark when you close the door. So all visitors are now taken by the hand to the "dark cave" and expected to sit there with him and do who knows what for however long it takes.
Hard hats not provided; enter at your own risk.

Fear the Woodpecker

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I have a child who isn't afraid of anything. Not that he's particularly bold; he likes to investigate things as opposed to jumping right in. But he's just the right combination of confident and curious (particularly in a familiar environment) to keep me on my toes.

Lately though he's developed a fear, and like most children's fears I assume, it is completely irrational. He has become terrified of woodpeckers.

We have a woodpecker that hangs out in our neighborhood, probably on our street, though I've never seen it. (Nonni claims to have spotted it and said it is a red-headed woodpecker, but she's been known to confuse elk for moose so I reserve judgement on the type. We're all in agreement that it is a woodpecker.) Afternoons when we go play out front, we usually hear him tapping away at whatever he's perched on.

The first time we heard him, Duke stopped in his tracks and looked around. The second time he stopped and ran to my chair, hanging out by my side for a few minutes saying "Woodpecker?" and very seriously gazing around. When I realized that he was afraid of the woodpecker I tried to explain that it was just a bird. I looked one up in his book and showed it to him. No help.

Now, every time I suggest putting on our shoes to go outside, his first response is "woodpecker?" Yesterday when we were out, the woodpecker was doing his usual thing, and Duke had his usual response- running straight-faced over to my chair and hanging on the arm rest. But he added something to his routine. He started saying "bite. bite. bite."

So I think he believes the woodpecker is some dangerous creature that bites. On the other hand, he'd be thrilled to meet a dinosaur or a dragon, so I guess it's best not to take kids' fears too seriously.

Find-a-Saurus

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

My mom was recently in Italy for a while. During that time I found myself in a bind: I had to go to the bank to open a new account, something I would normally NEVER do with Duke in tow, but circumstances dictated that it be done that day. Armed with several books, pretzels, and a prayer that it would be quick, we set off.

It wasn't long before I realized that there was a very good reason why I don't normally drag Duke along with me on certain types of errands. At first he was not interested in the books. Then he decided he wanted me to read them to him. Over and over again. "READ IT, READ IT." Very hard to answer questions about the new account while reading "Apples and Pumpkins", and I felt kind of silly doing "Left foot, left foot, left foot, right. Feet in the morning, feet at night." Regardless, I appeased him for a brief time by reading and alternately stuffing pretzels in his mouth.

When books had lost their appeal, he started a new chant. "GET UP, GET UP." (As he was restrained in the stroller.) I tried giving him pamphlets from the bank. They were interesting, for about a second. Then he saw my wallet. Which for some reason is one of his favorite things. So I gave in and let him have it, hoping that she would hurry up and finish by the time he had completely destroyed everything in there.

No such luck. He took all of my cards; credit, business, frequent shopper and otherwise, and flung them all over the lobby of the bank. As I repeatedly collected them for Duke to fling again, the woman helping me open the accounts assured me that it would be just "5 more minutes". All of a sudden, Duke's attention shifted. He was looking into a corner office that was unoccupied and started saying "Dinosaur." I asked him if he saw a dinosaur. He nodded. I asked where, he pointed and said "Office". I thought maybe there was a picture or something in there that resembled a dinosaur. Nope.

I asked him what color the dinosaur was. "Red. Pink." How many dinosaurs are there Duke? "One, two, three, four, five, six." Six dinosaurs? Wow! That was a pretty small office for 6 dinosaurs. I guess they don't take up as much room when they're invisible.

At this point, I must admit, I was feeling pretty proud of my little imagination station. The woman looked up and asked what he was saying and I told her he saw dinosaurs in the office. She was not amused. Apparently she has forgotten what it is like to have an imagination and to see things that are unseen. Obviously. She works in a bank.

Thanks Duke for reminding me that even a somewhat stressful trip to the bank that lasted almost 2 hours can be filled with excitement and adventure.

And on another note, when I had to go back with Darrell to have his name added to the accounts, I most definitely did NOT bring Duke.

Words of the Day

Monday, November 17, 2008

F is for Flamingado. This is a pink bird that stands on one foot, often made of plastic and frequently found in trailer parks or Palm Bay.


H is for Hydratant. These come in handy if your house is on fire; it's where the fire department puts their hose to get water.

Don't play with your food

Why not? I have been pretty impressed with the emergence of Duke's imagination, and it has been most evident at meal times so far.

We had some spaghetti last week. (Apparently everything tastes better with "red sauce" on it). Well, you and I would call it spaghetti. But did you know that Duke was eating snakes? Ssssss.

The next night, we were having some green beans, pumpkin seeds and other assorted items. He started making a structure out of the green beans, then sticking the seeds in all over. "Nest, nest." Duke, are you building a nest? "Chickens, hens. Roosters."

Too bad they don't have anywhere to live now, he ate the nest. Come to think of it, I think we were having chicken that night too. Oh, well.

Charlie Brown and the Great... Punky Patch?

Friday, November 7, 2008

Our first Halloween with a toddler. What fun! Well, we didn't do the usual costume and such. Since Duke goes to bed at 6, it didn't seem like there was much point to Trick-or-Treating at 4 in the afternoon. We got an orange shirt with a "siber" on it and called it a day.







Daddy was home from work on Halloween and Mom was in bed trying to take it easy (easier said than done, I was going stir crazy!). We had talked about getting a pumpkin, but with everything else that had gone on that week, we never made it. I was feeling kind of blue about it. Given Darrell's amazing carving skills, I really wanted to have one. And I was feeling kind of cheated having never gotten any photos of Duke at the pumpkin patch.








I shipped the boys off to find a pumpkin patch at 1:30 on Halloween, not knowing if they'd even find anything. They came back about an hour later. I started to ask how it was, but Darrell told me not to say the word "p-u-m-p-k-i-n p-a-t-c-h". Apparently somebody fell in love with the "Punky Patch". He kissed every pumpkin, then patted them all and finally picked out one for us to have. Darrell did his best to get photos and videos (not an easy task when you're the only adult chasing after him). Since last week, he's asked for the punky patch repeatedly.

It might be a long year...





The Life and times of our poolside garden

Monday, October 27, 2008


We have had such a great time with our little adventure into gardening. Its amazing how fast plant can grow! So far all we have harvested is beans and we lost our pepper plants but its been lots of fun watching them grow and we highly recommend the Earthbox to anyone wanting to get into gardening. http://www.earthbox.com/

The tomatoes are starting to flower and the corn is forming up, anyway enjoy the pictures.
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H is for Hide and Seek

Thursday, October 16, 2008

A by-product of our re-plumbing the house was lots of small and not-so-small holes in our walls. While we looked at them in dismay (Darrell knowing that he was going to have to fix all of them and me knowing how big of a mess it would create), Duke thought they were great fun.

I came across this one morning:









Fortunately, that's Duke's pretend remote.

I guess we should have double-checked the holes for belongings before we closed them up. I wonder if that's where the horse's rear end is?

More Thoughts on Cloth Diapers, Part 2

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

"Children who wear cloth diapers are generally potty-trained earlier than those who use disposables." No kidding! Their moms want them out of these things ASAP!


I had resigned myself to at least 2 more months of hell~ washing, drying, stuffing cloth diapers. Duke's room smelling like a sewer (this may be exaggerated right now because my sense of smell is CRAZY heightened by the hormones). Squeezing poop water out of the diapers and so on.

When all of a sudden, we have a new problem.

I was spraying one of the poops off in the toilet, with my hand on the back of the diaper, when I realized that my hand was soaking wet. The water had sprayed right through the PUL liner!

So, let's think about that- the diaper is no longer liquid-proof. I noticed it again on the next poop. And then when I woke him up this morning, his jammie pants were all wet in the seat where the urine leaked through.

What did my friends at Cotton Babies say? Surprise! This is also a very uncommon problem, usually caused by heat. Amy (my customer service rep for this issue) wanted to know how I was washing my diapers (see part 1 for that discourse!) to be sure I was doing it correctly. I should be an expert at this point with as many times as I've talked to them!

Amy wants to send a diaper to the lab, to see what has happened to them. So I will be shipping a diaper cover to her today and will wait for the verdict.

Oh, I hope they tell me I can send them all back and get my money (even some of it, just to be free of them). In the meantime, I am thrilled to use disposables, since a diaper that doesn't hold in urine isn't much of a diaper at all.

Maybe I'll be moving up potty training on the schedule...

A "Few" Thoughts on Cloth Diapers, Part 1

My sister's friend's sister is getting ready to have a baby and was considering cloth diapers:
This is my summed up experience:

I have been using bumgenius one size pocket diapers. I decided on these since I thought if they were still serviceable after potty training I could use them with the next kid.
I started using them when Duke was a year old. We had discussed using cloth diapers before I gave birth, and I was vaguely interested, but only if I could find a diaper service. I didn’t do much research at the time other than trying to find a service. They didn’t have one in little old Melbourne, so we moved forward with disposables.

Around his first birthday another friend was getting ready to give birth and was considering using cloth. We had been on vacation and when we got back, he was suffering from some serious diaper rash. He’s never had a problem with that in the past, but I started doing some reading on the Internet and lots of discussions were found talking about diaper rash and disposable diapers. Well, I knew that he didn’t have a problem with the diapers, but it led me on a trail to some sites about cloth diapers and I was really impressed with how far they’d come since I was a kid.

My husband and I have been trying to “Go Green” and make any kind of lifestyle changes we can to that end, including starting a compost pile and growing some of our own vegetables. So I decided to take the leap. I ordered 12 of them (you will need around 22-24 from what I understand with a newborn). With all the accessories (special additive/enzyme free detergent, a sprayer, diaper liners, diaper pail, hemp inserts for overnight, etc…) I spent over $400. I was so excited when they came- they were SO cute and soft, I was just thrilled to be doing something good for the environment and for Duke. I quickly ran into problems. I could not get the smell of ammonia out after washing. I called customer service at Cotton Babies (I have come to know them well as I’ve spent over 8 hours on the phone with them). I went through a series of treatments for the diapers, including stripping them, soaking them in a boiling pot of water, then in boiling bleach water. We went round and round.

For weeks I had trouble. I called all the time. The microfiber inserts that are so great for absorption as a diaper makes them really hard to get clean, especially if you have an HE washer (which we do) because the diapers just don’t get enough water running through them to be cleaned.
Having spent all that money, I was committed to getting the things to work. I have found some things that have helped- for instance I do not use the one size inserts that came with the diaper. They are just too thick and were not getting clean no matter what I did. I double up the newborn inserts and use those and a mixture of the newborn cotton cloth diapers stuffed into the bumgenius pockets. (All additional costs!)

I was so stressed and troubled when I started these- I am a smart girl, I could NOT understand how hippies could figure this out and I was having so much trouble. I can only imagine if I’d been going through this while trying to adjust to life with a newborn- I would have seriously had a meltdown.

Let me tell you some of the drawbacks that I’ve found (most of them anti-green):
1. You MUST wash the diapers every 2 days. For you with a newborn, you’re going to have more diapers than I do, but I doubt you’ll have a full load. That to me is a waste of energy that I have to run the wash every other day with a handful of diapers in it.
2. Every time you wash, you have to do 2.5 loads. You must first do a cold water wash to get the solids off and remove staining. Then you must do a hot water wash and either an extra rinse cycle or a third clear water wash. (HELLOOO, waste of water and energy for hot washing).
3. To dry these things takes about 45 minutes on medium high heat. I have one of the organic all-in-ones from bumgenius and that thing takes over an hour to dry. Again, total waste of energy.
4. For poopy diapers, I do have a sprayer attached to the toilet. Duke poops about 2-3 times a day. Each time I have to spray them down and use two flushes. Another waste of water. (And this isn't even going into wringing out poop-water diapers with my bare hands!!)
5. Once every 3 weeks or so you will have to strip the diapers. This means that you wash them with Dawn detergent and a cup of bleach on hot water, then do 2 clear water washes afterwards (at least; sometimes one more if there are still suds).

The very worst thing to me is the amount of time that you spend doing this. I want to enjoy Duke’s childhood, believe me it is going by SO FAST. And yet here I am every other day spending all this time, my energy and non-renewable energy and water to do this. I would so much rather be playing with him and experiencing the world with him. Not to mention the feeling that every time I do this I am wasting such huge amounts of water, energy, chemicals, etc.

To me the biggest impact I can make on the world is through my kids, so next time I am going to use disposables and spend more time teaching my kids to make decisions that will benefit both the earth and the people on it.

Roughing It

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

I have never been one for camping. However, that's what it feels like I'm doing. We have our 3rd slab leak and 4th flood at the house this year. We took the plunge and are getting the place re-plumbed, top to bottom. I knew it would be inconvenient. I knew it. I just didn't really know what a big mess it would be! Imagine large holes (2 and 3 feet) cut into the drywall. Imagine everything in your bathroom cabinets out on the floor. Imagine your kitchen if you will, with the refrigerator in the middle of the room.

And now imagine you have no water.
That's right; no showers, no coffee in the morning, no washing your hands after changing a diaper. No drinking water, no laundry getting done. No dinner being cooked. No flushing toilets.

And did I mention the gigantic holes in EVERY room????
So tonight will be the one night I am camping, in my own house. Enjoy it boys, this is as close to camping as I get!

Train 'em while they're young

Monday, September 22, 2008

I think we have a Gator on our hands, folks.

One in a Million

Sunday, September 14, 2008

After confirming our date at 12, our hostess, Miranda (all names have been changed to protect the innocent) said she'd by home by 1 and to come on by then for some fun in the pool. Poor Duke had been stuck in the car for 2 hours while I dragged him around on a myriad of errands. We timed it so that we arrived at 1:10. Miranda's husband John opened the door (he is a work-from home dad). We were invited in and told to make ourselves at home, but no, Miranda wasn't home. Jonas, Duke's date, wasn't there either, so I assumed he and Mommy had run out and would be back in a bit.
We made our way to the bathroom to get our suits on. After spending some time playing with their cool frog tub-spout cover and checking out their sports ball cabinet pulls, we hear voices in the house and come out prepared to swim.
But it isn't Miranda, it's the nanny, and Jonas is in the highchair having a popsicle. So Duke and I cozy up in the play room, expecting any minute to hear our hostess' arrival. The nanny and Jonas join us a short time later, and the nanny is a little hard to make conversation with. She obviously has no idea who we are or why we're there, and I didn't enlighten her. At 1:45, I text Miranda to find out where she is, and while I am having the time of my life hanging with the nanny, I really came to see her. She was dropping off her car that had been recalled and was getting a ride back as we spoke.
10 minutes later she's there, 2 after that Duke's been pushed into the cabinets by Jonas and another 2 and tears are dried and we're all ready for the pool. Jonas has decided that he'd like to go skinny dipping, so Mom gives an explicit instruction about informing her when he needs to go potty (do you see where this is going?). She sets him in the pool where he promptly watches himself pee. 2 minutes later, repeat. 1 minute later, repeat.
This doesn't really bother me; I mean let's be realistic. Any one of us who has swam in a public pool has swam in pee. And if we're really honest, we might admit to having let loose once or twice oursleves. So whatever. I'm in the pool (it's so hot out) and Duke is roaming around the pool deck. Kailey their big lab is barking furiously inside, angry at being left out of the water fun. Jonas climbs back in and makes the pee face, only this time.....
That's right, he drops a big load of poo in the pool. Amidst the screaming and laughing, we abandon the pool. Miranda tries to get a diaper on the not-quite-finished-going-to-the-bathroom Jonas. She runs inside and as she does, Kailey takes the opportunity to bolt by her and jump directly in the poop water.
Profusely apologizing, she suggest we move venues down the road to her mom's house. She calls to clear it, we get just dried enough (and diapers on!) to drive over when we realized the play date is "officially" doomed (like none of these other things were signs).
When she dropped off her work car, she forgot to get her car seat. So Duke and I headed home, sure that there will never be another play date like this!!!!

Things you never thought you'd say

Monday, September 1, 2008


"Come here and drink this milk to wash the crayons out of your mouth." Ah, yes, another morning at the Wakley house. And while I appreciate the advances in crayon technology and their washable-ness (soon to be tested on our duvet cover), they also dissolve in little kids mouth. Quickly.

Me and my shadow

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Duke has discovered his shadow, and I think it's his new best friend. I mean, who doesn't love a shadow? They will do just about anything you want to do, and you can't ever be lonely. However, it is kind of hard to share your toys with it, or talk to it, or even know what kind of mood it's in since you can't see it's face. But for narcissistic 1 year olds, I guess that doesn't matter as much as having a captive audience, be it willing or not!

Animal of the day: "Dillo" (arma, that is). And for your info, they can fit inside a cinder block. Well, their front half anyway. And apparently their tails look like a snake. To a one year old that is.
Joke of the day: "Knock, knock, knock. Who's there? Daddy. Daddy who? Mamma!"
If you get it, please enlighten me. I'm going to see if my shadow wants to fold the laundry with me.

Rain, rain go away

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

We're now in day 2 of Tropical Storm Fay. Over 12 inches of rain have fallen, but fortunately other than that it seems to be relatively mild. We are so thankful our power is on after having suffered that in 2004! However, it does get a little trying being locked inside all day with a little boy who want to go "siiie, siiie". Our car can't get through the water, so Darrell took the truck today and almost didn't make it. Last night he had to stop while a family of ducks swam across the road. Here's a clip of what used to be the entry road to our subdivison...

We'll be off to Nonni's in a bit to do some baking and change our scenery. Thank God she lives so close!!!

Extinction

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Usually a negative word associated with animal species. In our case: a necessary and painful method of solving a new sleep problem. It would seem that someone has decided that he doesn't want to go to bed. And so he screams until we come in, at which point he promptly stops and starts chanting "book, book, book". He had our number. Until today, at which point there will be no "positive reinforcement" (i.e. we ignore the screaming) and he will eventually (I hope he's a quick learner) realize that no one is coming to read him more books until the morning.
I plan on spending my evenings on the pool deck- it's the only place you can't hear him. Pity the neighbors.

On the outside

Tuesday, July 29, 2008


I never realized I missed out on an iconic part of American youth summers until I realized I have never drank from a hose.
Doesn't it look good?
I do remember running through sprinklers and playing in the rain, and can't wait to experience them again.

I say No, No, No

Saturday, July 26, 2008

What is it about toddlers that their favorite word is No? Ne, ne, ne all day long. Do you want a drink? Ne (accompanied by a head shake and wave of the hand, then proceeding to down several ounces of water). Do you want to go to the pool? Ne. (Immediately followed by running to the door saying Poo, Poo, Poo.) If they don't really understand what it means, why on earth do they say it so much? And how do they know the correct body language in order to be so dismissive? I can't combat that.