LizBR: Back to the Hoosier State

Writer, Crafter, Teacher, Mother

Chuck’s Getting Her First Shots Today March 31, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — LizBR @ 11:49 am

Just over a year ago, when my friend Mandy was still pregnant and I was seriously considering going off birth control in hopes of having a baby, I was involved in a short conversation about vaccinations.  Mandy was the one about to have a baby, and several people in our social circle were advising her against vaccinating little Meg once she was born.  I spoke up in defense of vaccinations and was quickly shut down.

I mentioned that in order for vaccinations to really work, everyone needs to be vaccinated, and that not vaccinating your children is putting a lot more people at risk than just your immediate family.  “So you would risk autism just to keep someone else’s baby from getting sick?” I was asked.

First of all, yes.  Yes, I would.  Autism, while a difficult thing to deal with, is not fatal.  It doesn’t kill those who have it.  I have read the accounts of several autistic people online who explain that their autism is a part of who they are, and that it’s not some terrible thing.  Of course there are terrible cases of autism that lead to difficult lives for both the children affected and their families, but when it comes down to it, vaccines don’t cause autism, so I don’t actually have to worry about taking that risk.

Because that’s actually the point: vaccinations don’t cause autism.  Period.

Since that conversation with Mandy and our friends, I have done a lot of reading and studying on vaccines to help me understand why they are important.  The discussion of their pros and cons raised its head around me a lot before,  during, and after my pregnancy, including in an episode of Law & Order: SVU, on Momversation, and on my favorite website, Jezebel.  It has also come up in real-life conversations with one of the doctors at my pre-natal care provider, at the lactation group I attend at the hospital, and with a number of friends.

Still, nothing summed things up better than this article, An Epidemic of Fear: How Panicked Parents Skipping Shots Endangers Us All. It’s an excellent article, and I hope you read the whole thing.  It is more respectful toward the anti-vax crowd than some other articles I’ve read, which is important.  Both those in the anti-vax movement and those who preach vaccinations have the same goal: protect children.  I simply feel that the anti-vax folks have been misled by well-meaning and yet completely misinformed people.

I could summarize the pro-vax arguments here, but the article does a much better job.  (So does that link to Jezebel, and the extremely intelligent comments by Jez readers.)

What’s important to me is keeping the people around me healthy, including Chuck, my husband, my grandparents, my parents, my classmates, my siblings, my niece and nephew, etc.  I want to be informed about what vaccines Chuck is receiving and why, and I definitely think I should have the right to refuse them if I want to, but I also think that it’s important to vaccinate my daughter.  When I encounter anti-vaxxers, I have to suppress a lot of anger and frustration, not targeted at them, but targeted at the sources of bad information who promote the idea that vaccines lead to autism, or that vaccines are innately bad.

If my baby catches measles because she’s too young for the vaccine and someone else gives it to her, or if Ben catches pertussis because his vaccination didn’t work and he catches it from some unvaccinated toddler, I’m going to be pretty angry.  I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child or loved one because someone else didn’t vaccinate their children.  (For some interesting statistics on the risk of death from a lack of vaccines, check out Jenny McCarthy Body Count.)

It’s funny, when I meet someone new who doesn’t vaccinate and promotes home birth and homeschooling, I don’t envision the liberal crunchy parent that a lot of people do.  On the contrary, I think of ultra-conservative, government-mistrusting, paranoid members of the Word of Faith movement.  The associations I draw are of the closed-minded right-wingers of my childhood and my parents’ early days of marriage.  I think of the numbers of preventable deaths associated with the church movement my parents were involved in, whether from home births or refusal of medical treatment, and I can’t shake those associations.  I know that these are people who want to do the right thing — and I certainly know that not everyone who promotes one or all of these things is a terrible or selfish parent — but I can’t ignore the close connection I make to those deaths and illnesses.  I remember the stupidity of things preached to me as a child and teenager, and I can’t help but think that they are the same sort of people who could believe that God will heal you if you demand it, that a healthy life is a sign of a good relationship with God while an illness is a sign of spiritual weakness, or that the government is out to get you.

It’s hard for me not to make those associations, even though I try.

So those are my two biggest reasons for taking Chuck for her first shots today:

1) The perceived risks of vaccines don’t match up with the scientific reality of vaccinations

2) I don’t want to be one of those people I remember from my childhood.

I hope I haven’t angered anyone with this post.  There are some people that I really like who don’t vaccinate. . .and who homeschool and promote homebirth.  However, I can’t be that person.  For so many reasons, I just can’t.

 

Get on your face! March 26, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — LizBR @ 4:34 pm

As the activity over at Recovering Alumni’s blog started heating up, my brother Phil and I have spent a lot of time talking about how strange our time at Teen Mania was.  We also reflected on the oddness of the organization’s Jesus-speak, once I confessed to wanting to post this on one of RA’s posts: “This blog is reminding me of all sorts of things I’ve wanted to forget. . .especially phrases like ‘pray your face off’ and ‘consumed by the call.’”

A week later, I got a random text from Phil.  What follows is the exact transcript of our text-conversation.

Text from Phil: Get on your face!

My Reply: And pray it off!

Text from Phil: Do some business with the father!

My Reply: Ask him to break your heart.

Text from Phil: Ok, now mourn the depravity of you and your entire culture!

My Reply: The culture that is raping teenage virgin America on the sidewalk while we walk by!  [Edit: Actual Ron Luce quote]

Text from Phil: I will be yours, you will be mine. . .forever in eternity!!!

This is why my sister Karen should bite the bullet and embrace text messages.  Look how much fun they can be!

 

Chuck’s Asleep: Time to Work! March 26, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — LizBR @ 3:42 pm

It would seem that Chuck has settled in for her afternoon nap in her favorite afternoon napping place: the swing.  I am so glad that Mom brought it out here when she came to visit for Chuck’s birth!  Once we put batteries in it, it became one of Chuck’s favorite places to be!  Because of it, I can do things like:

  • take a shower long enough to wash my hair
  • work on a quick craft involving sharp objects, which I won’t do while wearing her in the wrap
  • wash and put away dishes without worrying that I’m going to bump her head into a cabinet door!

She falls asleep, and I get stuff done!

Fortunately, my little baby is still a champion sleeper.  She’s up to 6-8 hours every night, which is awesome.  Because of how great she is, I’ve been able to get so much done for Team Awesome Baby!  I attended my first craft fair and set up a very small booth, and I’m signed up for a bigger one in April.  I’ve sold a few items online and a few to people at the craft fair, and I even sold one item here in my apartment!  I’ve got a goal: post new items every week in the etsy shop, and sell something every week in the shop.  So far, I’ve achieved the goal for both weeks!

Here are some pictures from my adventures as Team Awesome Baby:

My very small booth at the Somersworth Craft Fair

My crafting table! (The sewing machine belongs to my boss from the optical shop)

Some of the book clocks I've already made.

It's hard to believe this Little Men clock hasn't sold yet! It's currently listed in my Etsy shop.

 

Team Awesome Baby, the shop! March 15, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — LizBR @ 3:45 pm

Last week I posted about Team Awesome Baby, and it got me thinking — what a perfect name for my etsy shop!  I’ve been planning on starting an etsy shop for a couple of years, and now that I find myself in the position of needing to make some money in order to continue my time off with Chuck, I’m finally getting around to it.

Introducing: Team Awesome Baby, the shop!

I figured that if Chuck is the reason I’m finally getting around to making my shop, Chuck should be the source of its name!

Please visit and look around!  I plan on adding other items soon, but for now it’s full of book clocks and magnetic message boards.  I need to get better pictures of everything, but I figured I just needed to get everything online now, rather than wait.  Better pictures can come later!

 

Wrapsody by Gypsy Mama March 15, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — LizBR @ 9:45 am

One day last week, I wanted to get some crafting done.  I’ve been trying to get enough projects done that I can sell them in a soon-to-be-revealed etsy show and prolong my maternity leave a bit.  Chuck wasn’t into the idea.

Chuck's cousin Alex entertaining her while she's in her swing.

Usually, Chuck LOVES to be held but is also content to hang out in the swing or bouncy seat for a little while.  Lately, not so much.  She’ll be fine in one of those handy little seats for about five minutes, and then she wants to be held again.  If she fall asleep in my arms after nursing or just while hanging out, I can lay her down in her crib or the pack-and-play, but she’ll wake up after no more than ten minutes, crying.

I, for one, am not going to ignore the “hold me!” cries of a six-week-old baby!  They weren’t angry, desperate cries or anything.  They were just heartbreaking little, “Pul-e-e-le-ease don’t leave me all alone here” cries.

All of that equaled me not getting much crafting done, even though much of that day’s task was going to be at the computer.  I was up and down all day, unable to be apart from the baby for more than ten or fifteen minutes at a time.  When I showered, she cried.  When I tried to make myself lunch, she cried.  When I set her little sleeping self down so that I could print some things off the computer, she cried.

Putting on the wrap for the first time

I knew I needed something to help me, so I contacted my very creative friend Annie, whose blog I had forgotten about until very recently, but that I plan to visit frequently once again now that it’s back on my radar!  I know from Facebook that Annie is into babywearing.  “HELP ME!” I wanted to shout.  I kept it much more subtle.  No caps.  Just, “Help me!”

After thinking about her advice, I decided on buying the Wrapsody stretch wrap from Gypsy Mama. I had just enough money in my PayPal account from all of my online surveys and miscellaneous sales on eBay to cover the cost of the wrap, save for $1.  Plus, because it turns out that the woman who sells them lives less than a mile away, shipping was REALLY FAST.  On Friday night, after Chalupa and I took Chuck a family outing for cheese fries at the Texas Roadhouse, I watched the instructional DVD, wrapped that giant piece of fabric around myself, and strapped Chuck to my chest.

And it was awesome.

My very content baby

I know it’s only been three days, and I know that I’ve only worn Chuck here in the apartment, but what a difference this has already made for me!  She is so happy to be against my chest all the time, which is her favorite place to be anyway.  I’m happy to have my hands free, but also to be able to touch and feel her all the time.  Now I can hold her through those little cat naps during the day, and really get her to sleep for the big, long naps of the day!

She likes to watch what’s going on in the world for a while before settling in to go to sleep, which is when I can just keep wearing her and working on my projects.  (Well, not the ones that involve cutting up books with razor blades.  I’ve been waiting until I put her down to work on those particular crafts.)

Maggie Gyllenhaal in Away We Go

Although I’m not going to become an anti-stroller activist like Maggie Gyllenhaal in Away We Go, I think I am going to really enjoy the freedom that comes from this babywrap.  Even now, Chuck is asleep on my chest while I type this up, and she looks so darn peaceful.

Now I can’t wait for the weather to warm up so I can use this thing out and about.  I’m looking forward to nice long walks in my little town.

Thanks, Annie, for the tip!

 

Your Opinion, Man March 13, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — LizBR @ 12:26 pm

In the past year and a half since my dad publicly came out of the closet, a lot of crap has been written about our family on the internet.  Because I’m a sucker for seeking out stupidity on the internet, I’ve read a lot of it.  I’ve read people accuse my dad of wasting years of parenting by coming out.  I’ve read people claim that Dad ruined our family, that he must have been faking his faith all those years, that he is being selfish to finally “give in” to his desires.  I’ve read some hilarious stuff, and also some really sad stuff.

While my mom has dedicated a blog to sorting through this messy situation, I’ve mostly stayed quiet.  (Well, except for on Facebook and in real life.)

Back in September of 2008, when his article with the Washington Blade was published, I acknowledged the news on my blog with this post.  Occasionally, I’ve commented on people’s blogs when they are just plain WRONG in their assessment of my family, sometimes admitting my identity and sometimes posting under a pseudonym.  The other day, though, I came across this. It’s a long post written by someone who thinks he’s cleverer than he is, so I’ll skip to the good parts.

The author writes:

For the most part, seems like the homosexual agenda is very similar to the pro-abortion movement, in that there is no actual “there” there, beyond emotions, clichés, and selfishness. Current exhibit: I gather a songwriter named Ray Boltz at one point thought he was a Christian, as Nebuchadnezzar at one point thought he was an ox. Then Ray decided indulging sexually perverse desires was worth everything, so now he’s that. Instead of the Lordship of Christ, he wrote a little song in which he preaches the Lordship of Ray and Ray’s feelings and perverted desires, and equates sexual perversion to skin-color. My. All the originality and newness of…of… of things that have no originality nor newness. (Reader Jonathan Vowell pointed this item out.)

Okay, so clearly the guy is not a fan.

But let’s think about this.  What good does it do to reduce either the abortion debate OR the debate on gay marriage to emotions, cliches, and selfishness?  It doesn’t do any good at all.  First, it seems silly to even make a comparison between the two, as they’re worlds apart on all levels, but it makes me suspect that this is someone who has never loved someone who has had an abortion or is gay.  Surely if he did have someone like this in his life, he would have more understanding and more compassion.  I look at the people I know (either in real life or on the internet) who have had abortions, and none of them did it frivolously.  They didn’t do it out of something as one-dimensional as selfishness, although I suppose self-preservation COULD be put under that blanket term.

And as far as being gay goes, what the hell?  Wanting to love someone is not selfishness.  Sure, there are benefits that come from being in a relationship and being loved, but real love (Christ-like, sacrificial love, especially) is about GIVING something to someone else.

There’s a problem here, though.  This guy and I are approaching this from a fundamentally different starting point.  I see it as love; he sees it as sin.  So it’s not like we’re ever going to agree on this, unless of course he changes his mind.  (And, being a former fundamentalist myself, I celebrate the fact that in that regard, change actually is possible!)

Here’s where the post gets interesting, though.  In the plethora of hateful comments left on his blog (and of course they would all deny that the comments are hateful), someone named CitizenGrim wrote:

Hm. Boltz’s kids went to the same college I did. They were a bit peculiar personalities, though very nice. The one was going through a hippie phase, as I recall. Very sad for them.

I think the standard homosexual line of defense is “God made me this way, I tried to change and failed, so now I embrace it.” When what they need to be saying is “Sin made me this way, only God can change me, so now I embrace him.” After all, anyone could justify their sin by claiming that God made them an alcoholic or an adulterer or lazy or exceedingly arrogant.

So!  We have CitizenGrim, former classmate of my siblings and me, speaking up to give insight into our lives.  While I do appreciate that Grim thought we were nice people (HURRAY), and I really enjoy the fact that he or she found us to be peculiar (SWEET!) and want to know what, precisely he or she found peculiar about us, and I REALLY want to know which of us was going through a “hippie phase,” mostly I want to respond to this: STOP BEING SAD FOR US.

We’re not sad.  Are things easy all the time?  Of course not — our family has gone through drastic change, and it’s never easy.  But screw anyone who wants to feel bad for us, because we’re fine.

That’s basically what I posted in response to that commenter.  And to the author of the blog who then states, “Yet this comment gives all the more reason to be sad, Liz. You affirm the fear that it has all been adjusted down to the sheerly horizontal: you’re fine because you say you’re fine; you say you’re fine because you (say you) feel fine.”

No.  As I stated in a follow-up comment, we are fine because we know the love and peace of Christ.  And because we didn’t let anger or bitterness or an outdated and incorrect interpretation of the Bible lead us to hate our father for something he couldn’t change, no matter how hard he tried.

Sometimes I just want to scream: YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!

I know that wouldn’t do any good, so I’m just going to take the path of the Dude.  From now on, when people want to claim to know more about my family than they do, and they want to put feelings and thoughts and experiences into our lives that aren’t authentic or real, I’ll do my best to respond with a simple, “That’s just, like, your opinion, man.”

 

Team Awesome Baby! March 11, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — LizBR @ 3:19 pm

I am starting a team called Team Awesome Baby.

Team Awesome Baby is made up of parents of babies who are awesome.

What makes an awesome baby?  Well, each parent probably has his or her own qualifications, but here are some of the traits of my baby that make me eligible to found this group:

  • Chuck still loves to sleep.  For example, last night she went to bed at 11:30 pm and slept until 5:45 this morning.  Then, after eating, she went back to sleep until 8:45.  Awesome Baby.
  • Chuck smiles now, especially in the mornings.  She loves to look at the fan and grin.  Sometimes I think she likes the fan more than me, but once I get her going, I can make her smile for a lot longer than that dumb ceiling fan can.  Awesome Baby.
  • She is super cute.  Let’s just face it, she’s adorable.
  • She now loves baths, and not just the part where I pour water on her head.  She doesn’t cry, even when I first put her little feet in the water.  She only cries when I take her out of the tub, before I can get her wrapped up in a towel.  Then?  Back to Awesome Baby.
  • She poops on us all the time.  Yes, we have to do lots of extra laundry, but come on, that’s hilarious.  The other day I was changing her diaper in the bed (which I do often, thanks to a changing mat) and she managed to shoot poop all over her new diaper, her changing mat, her clothes, my chest, and my nightgown.  Gross?  Absolutely?  Awesome Baby?  100%.
  • I had mastitis about two weeks ago (NOT awesome in any way, shape, or form), and she helped me get over it by developing a voracious appetite that still hasn’t gone away.  During the day, she might eat every hour that she’s awake.  Fine by me, especially if it helps me avoid clogged ducts and breast infections.  Awesome.  Baby.
  • She’s growing and growing.  On Monday at the parents’ group I attend at the hospital, she was up to almost 9 1/2 pounds!  That’s about two pounds more than when she was born five weeks earlier.  Getting the theme?  Awesome Baby.
  • Today she actually took a nap (as opposed to yesterday, when she didn’t want to be put down for even a minute while I did anything else) and I completed two crafting projects for an upcoming craft fair.  Awesome Baby!

So, why should you join Team Awesome Baby?  (Nieces, nephews, and grandbabies also make you eligible for the team.)

CHUCK the AWESOME BABY

 

Oscar Night! March 7, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — LizBR @ 6:22 pm

There was a time during and right after college that I wanted to move to Los Angeles to try to be a screenwriter.

I loved my time in LA.  I was a junior in college, twenty-one years old and on my way toward becoming the liberal that I am.  I was desperate to be in a relationship, but being in the wrong one later that year would cure me of that desperation.  I had braces on my teeth, and a terribly awkward-looking tongue crib.  I was on the verge of becoming comfortable with myself as an introvert, but also confident in my ability to relate to new acquaintances.  It was a really exciting time.

I am so glad that I married someone who is just as into movies as I am.  Chalupa and I can always enjoy sitting down to watch or talk about a movie.  We take pride in our 500-strong, alphabetized DVD collection.  We converse in movie quotes and references, and not just those from the subject of our podcast.  And while I don’t see as many as I used to (graduate school, a stricter budget, and now a baby led to a drastic decrease in my movie intake in the past few years), I still love the feeling of seeing movies in the theater or at home, with friends or alone.

The movie experience is why I think “The Weary Kind” from Crazy Heart should win Best Song tonight.  Sure, I want Jeff Bridges to win Best Actor, and I hope Avatar and The Blind Side don’t take home Best Picture, but the only one I care about strongly is that song.

A couple of weeks ago, Chalupa’s mom Sharon stayed with Chuck while Chalupa and I went on our first post-baby date.  We went to the Texas Roadhouse for cheese fries (CHEESE FRIES!) and then headed over to the theater to see Crazy Heart.  Good movie, good music, good story, good performances, etc, etc, etc.  What really stunned me was what happened at the end of the film.

Chalupa and I are credits-watchers.  Unless my bladder is about to explode, I stay until the end of the credits.  What started as wanting to see the soundtrack listing because a sense of respect for everyone involved in the making of the movie — and an enjoyment of paying attention to things like what actors have multiple personal assistants and who needs a dialect coach and what funny nicknames the catering crew has.  So, as usual, we were going to stick around until the end of the credits of Crazy Heart.

To our surprise, everyone else stuck around, too!

I’ve never seen anything like it, except perhaps when I was spending that semester in LA, where people often watch credits all the way through because it seems like they’re bound to know at least someone involved in the production of most movies.  But as the second half of “The Weary Kind” played over the credits, the entire audience stayed put to watch and listen to the song.  I don’t think they really cared who played the part of the back-up band (and it happened to be Ryan Bingham, who co-wrote most of the music with T-Bone Burnett).  What they cared about was hearing the rest of the song that was such an integral part of the story of the movie’s main character, Bad Blake.  They wanted to hear the rest of the lyrics and the emotion in Colin Farrell’s character’s voice as he sang them.

As soon as the song ended, everyone (well, everyone except for us, I guess) got up and left the theater, just as usual.  But to them, the song was part of the movie, even though it played over the credits.

That experience was enough to prove to me that “The Weary Kind” should win Best Song.  It’s not just a good song, but it’s a song that is so connected to the film that the audience couldn’t separate the two.

I hope to see it win tonight!

(Also. . .the Dude Abides, and I certainly hope he takes home an Oscar, too!)

 

 
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