If you’ve ever kept chickens, you understand life’s imperfect trade-offs of risk and reward in a more intimate way than most. And if you’ve ever medicated a chicken, you understand the delicate tipping point at which fear-fueled fight-and/or-flight teeters into resignation to fate. There’s something eye-opening about caring for a living creature so different from… Continue reading The risk and rewards of giving a flock
As we look to rebuild after everything fell apart, once again, I'm struggling to find the thread that ties it all together. The entrenched feeding aversion that led to an NG tube as a newborn that brought us to a new understanding of autonomy. The terror of seeing her eyes suddenly and persistently cross, requiring… Continue reading Another education
As someone who owns a gorgeous multi-hued J.Crew scarf and wears it every single day as evidence that she has, in fact, not "given up" and abandoned herself, I am a fan of the company. Once in a while, the kids catalog features uber stylish children in glasses, and they even sell kids' frames. So… Continue reading Humanity’s Awakening: Pink toenails on boys and media tantrums are all good
Feeling anxious. It keeps being said in the media and whatnot (on blogs, probably) that blogging is extremely narcissistic. I'm worried that I'm not measuring up because this blog is only somewhat narcissistic so far. You see, I need to write about things in addition to vision therapy but I've been afraid to. So I… Continue reading Blogging. Stella. Me me me!
Just a few small updates for now. Stella can spell her name and delights in doing so. I'm extremely proud of her, as you can imagine. I suspect she'll start spelling other words soon. She's making a habit of quickly rattling off the letters in the words she sees. I have to say that it's… Continue reading Re-entering the ring: Stella the Spella!
Well, today's vision therapy could not have gone much worse. She refused to wear the prism goggles for more than a minute or two at at time. Not only did she kick, throw and scream, she attempted to toss all the folders and paperwork off of Bethanie's desk with several angry sweeps of her little… Continue reading Sucker punched!
I have the good fortune to be writing copy for a really delightful web-based company whose product is perfect for moms like me. Currently, I'm both collecting and writing inspirational quotes for their use. It's fun work, and hilarious at times--in my brain. Especially when I write lines myself that are supposed to sound incredibly… Continue reading Quotable?
In the first chapter of John Gottman's wonderful book, Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child, my current daily life is illuminated: "Behavioral psychologists have observed that preschoolers typically demand that their caretakers deal with some kind of need or desire at an average rate of three times a minute." Stella is officially two and a half, 38… Continue reading Two points of view. One big push forward.
My official assessment is that this week's in-office vision therapy went well. It was interesting, and eye-opening. (Once again I've let you down and resorted to puns.) Eye-patched Stella threw a couple blocks in frustration and engaged in impressive evasive maneuvers, but we managed to reel her back in while avoiding a fight. We totally… Continue reading Cirque de Okay
The other day during breakfast, I asked Stella to name her favorite animal. She sat there for a minute, with her brow furrowed and finger perched on her lips, obviously in deep thought. Stella then perked up and exclaimed, "MEERKATS!" We saw them at The Woodland Park Zoo a couple weeks ago. Honestly, I expected… Continue reading Broken glasses, stained clothes, and other infuriating non-issues.