Seven Random Things About Jenny

Erica at Crummy Cupcake was kind enough to tag little ol’ me for the Seven Random Things Meme. So, here’s another mind-numbing fascinating peek inside my life!

1) I am a history nerd and I have a lot of books about the history of Dayton, Ohio.

2) My mom calls me “Scooby Doo” because I used to reallllllly like that show when I was a kid.

3) I pick my cuticles when I’m anxious.

4) I am very klutzy. Example: I stabbed myself in the arm with an exacto knife while working on our senior class float in high school. A classmate drove me to urgent care and I had to get stitches. I try not to play with knives anymore!

5) I was seriously really sad when Jessica and Nick broke up, ’cause I’m all for young love, and divorce is just sad.

6) I really, really don’t miss working “outside the home.”

7) I wear Lands’ End Trellos about 98% of the time and am really sad that winter is coming and I’m gonna have to find some warm, comfy shoes. (Anyone got any suggestions?)

I now bequeath this meme (aka tag!) to: Momo, Piper, VDog, and anyone else who needs NaBloPoMo material!

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Information Overload

You know, it takes a lot of time and effort to be an informed parent these days. And by parent, I really mean mother, because something tells me that I could count the fathers who scour the internet for the five-point-harness carseat with the highest weight limit on my fingers. But think about it – how often do you make a parenting decision without copious background information? If you’re like me, the answer is “approximately never.”

It’s something we hardly think about anymore. It seems perfectly normal to sit down with our morning coffee, open our “favorites” and click on the Consumer Product Safety Commission website to see what toys we’re going to have to wrestle away from Junior that day… and then we continue on down the list of parenting websites that have become daily must-visits. By the time our kids are toddlers, it’s become a way of life.

The insanity starts about 10 minutes after you pee on a stick. Actually, make that three minutes, because before you’ve even pulled up your pants you’re running to the internet, comparing your urine-soaked specimin to that of the samples on www.peeonastick.com to make sure that a line, no matter how faint, is indeed a line.

Actually, though, unless this pregnancy is a complete surprise, you’ve probably already spent months online talking to perfect strangers about things like ovulation test kits and cervical mucus.

Once you’ve calculated your due date using WebMD, you head right over to iVillage or BabyCenter to find groups of women who are due the same month. You might join right in the fun, or if you’re like me, become a habitual lurker. Or, if you’re somewhat brave and particularly sadistic, you might even venture over to Urban Baby. Regardless, you spend crazy amounts of time reading about other people who are having the same twinges and pains, fears and hopes, nausea and vomitting as you’re experiencing. After all, you’ve got to make sure you’re normal.

As your pregnancy progresses, you really start preparing for the baby. You want only the best of everything, so you memorize Baby Bargains before heading out to complete your gift registry.

Even the process of naming the baby is nuts. Really, did your parents decided what to name you by contacting the social security administration to figure out how many babies had the same name? I don’t think so, Jennifer.

When you start thinking about the parenting styles you’re going to adopt… well, this is where the fun really begins. Will you breastfeed or formula feed? Go back to work or stay home? Practice attachment parenting or not? Co-sleep or put the baby in a crib? Regardless of what you decide on any of these topics, you’ll find many people who have staked their ground on either side of the fence and won’t hesitate to tell you why everything you have decided is completely, utterly wrong. Not only wrong, but your choice is probably going to damage your baby for life. But, hey, if you can live with that…

If anything, the hysteria only increases when the baby’s actually born. You’re at the computer in the middle of the night ordering Happiest Baby on the Block from Amazon because everyone in your MSN Group swears Dr. Karp’s methods will help you soothe your baby and let you both get some precious sleep (which they do, by the way). Kellymom.com is your own personal lactation consultant and Baby 411 has replaced your Bible (or Oprah bookclub book) on your nightstand. You can’t take the baby outside without checking both weather.com and the messageboard of your choice to see what the weather is and what other babies are wearing before you strap the kid into your top-of-the-line magical stroller that pushes itself and doubles as a cappucino maker.

It doesn’t get any better as the baby gets older, either. You have to figure out which sleep guru you’re going to follow, so you look up opinions on Weissbluth and Ferber. Then, just for fun and because it doesn’t take much to amuse you, you start up a good old fashion Babywise debate.

Honestly, I’m not knocking this. I am definintely as guilty (and likely more guilty) as anyone. I have learned a LOT during the weeks/months/years I’ve spent online reading about everything parenting. The advice and knowledge I’ve gained online has helped me decide everything from what kind of baby monitor to buy to how to deal with night terrors. And how else would I have known about the importance of soft-soled shoes?? The vast array of information available at my fingertips has also allowed me to make my own decisions. My favorite example of this was the first time Kate had a stomach bug. The doctor told us not to give her any dairy products, including breastmilk. I then handed him a print-out from Kellymom that said “Breastmilk is NOT considered a dairy or milk product (mom is not a cow!)” and went on nursing my baby.

That said, this information-overload phenomenon has left me with the complete inability to buy so much as a toothbrush without reading user reviews online. And I’m not exaggerating. So my challenge to myself, and to all of you, is to research, research, research. Figure out what’s best for your baby. Read expert opinions and the opinions of moms who have BTDT (been there, done that, for those of you without a complete mom-cabulary of acronyms). By all means, read mom blogs. But let’s not forget to listen to ourselves, as well, to our motherly intuition. Because when it comes down to it, only we know what’s best for our babies.

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I’m like the Barbra Walters of the Blogging World…

I’ve decided to play Barbra Walters and interview my bloggy buddy Karen of Pediascribe fame. I tried to make her cry but since this is a blog interview I’m not sure if I’ve succeeded! Oh well, maybe I’m more like Joy Behar than Barbra Walters. But if I’m Joy Behar, who is Emily? Oh, right, she’s that hot, pregnant one that’s married to a football player. But anyhoo, here’s our spell-binding interview…don’t forget to visit Karen at Pediascribe after you’ve read it!
(Caveat: Karen prefaced her answers by saying “Two glasses of wine later…”)

Jenny: We all know you are married to Dr. Mike of Pediacast fame. Tell us something quirky we don’t know about the good DR.

Karen: Quirky, eh? Well, he’s quirky with a capital Q! Just kiddin’ Mike! Here’s something for you…Mike can rub his hands together so hard that when he puts them on your face you have to jump back because you’re afraid the heat will burn you. Most people, when they rub their hands together, can make them warm. But he makes them downright HOT. We go on a ride at Walt Disney World (Test Track) where they take a thermal image of your ride vehicle. Mike rubs his hands together and holds them up and they are bright red. Everyone else’s are green. He’s one hot doc! HA!

Jenny: What is one of your blogging pet peeves – something you see other bloggers or commenters do (or not do) that bugs you?

Karen: It bothers me when I see someone comment on a blog something to the effect of, “get over it, it’s not all about you.” Uh…but the blog IS all about that blogger. That’s why they do it. I blog for ME. My blog is all about ME. If people don’t like it, they can go away. I love my readers and my commenters, but if my blog isn’t doing it for them, I’m not offended if they leave. But please, don’t accuse me of making my blog all about me on your way out the door. Personally, this has never happened to me, but I’ve seen it happen twice on other blogs.

Jenny: If you were a gazillionaire and chose to put your time and money toward one charitable cause, what would it be?

Karen: A gazillionaire, huh? Wow! Can pediacast.org be my charitable cause? I didn’t think so. Hmmm….well, I guess I probably would focus on kids somehow. I’ve always wanted to just out and out adopt a family for Christmas. You know, get everyone presents, supply Christmas dinner, and a tree. The whole 9 yards. But I just never know how to go about finding a family who truly has that need. So I guess if I was a gazillionaire, I’d finance lots of underprivledged kids’ Christmases. And if I had any left over, I’d give some to the cat shelter. I love kitties.

Jenny: Let us in on one of your GUILTY pleasures – a food? a tv show? What is it?

Karen: Well, since this is a G-rated blog, I guess I won’t mention (edited out)……hee hee. No, seriously, I don’t have any real guilty pleasures. I guess the best I can come up with is that sometimes (before I started this health kick) I used to have ice cream for lunch. I’d either just eat a big bowl of vanilla ice cream or I’d go all the way and top it with nuts, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and cherries. Now I try to eat a bit healthier, but there for awhile, that was a power lunch for me. The kids never knew because I let them watcha 30 minute TV show while they eat. So this guilty pleasure is wrong on so many levels.

Jenny: I’ll be honest, you seem to be a very good girl. What sort of things did you do to make your parents mad when you were a kid? Or were you just a goody two-shoes?

Karen: You know, I didn’t really give my parents grief. My older siblings did enough of that to give them grey hairs! I was a quick learner. My siblings are all much older than me (my brother is 6 yrs older and my sisters are 10 and 11 years older) so I just watched what they did and what happened to them and I didn’t make the same mistakes. My parents were fairly strict. If you broke a rule, there were consequences and they weren’t pretty. And they didn’t back down. One year they told my sisters that if they didn’t behave, Santa wouldn’t bring them anything. They didn’t behave, and my parents followed through! It
pains my mom to talk about it, but my sisters learned a lesson that year when Santa didn’t bring them a single thing. Another year my parents told my sister if she didn’t help bale the hay and haul it in from the field, she couldn’t ride her horse until the following year. She didn’t help and she ended up losing the privledge to ride. So really, watching things like that happen, I’d have had to have been stupid to try to pull anything. Sure, when I went off to college, I made some dumb mistakes because I knew no one was watching. In the long run, they all ended up hurting me just as bad as any punishment my parents could have doled out. So while I wasn’t the goody two-shoes suck up child, I was a pretty easy going, level-headed kid who learned from others’ mistakes and avoided conflict.

(I am pretty sure she got choked up when writing that answer! YESSSS!)

Thanks Karen!

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