Month: November 2004

This evening is feeling very Blah. I have projects I could be doing, scrapbooking, sorting christmas stuff, sewing, but I don’t want to. I have a book to read, but frankly it is boring me and I’m only finishing it so I know how it ends (Shame to see such a hash made out of russian folklore). I don’t want to read it right now unless I can read while luxuriating with a bowl of chocolate ice cream. Albertson’s sells a chocolate almond fudge which ranks as my current favorite ice cream. I can go through a half gallon of that stuff in two days or less. It is probably needless to say, but we don’t have any.

On an only marginally related subject, I’ve discovered a problem with my “Griping” icon. When I get ready to post a frustrated or whiney entry I slap that picture on it. Then I look at the picture and think how wonderful it was for Rowyn to make it for me. And I end up thinking happy thoughts about friends and I don’t feel so gripey anymore. This is usually a good thing unless I WANT to be gripey and whiney and then I feel grumpy about being made to feel better. I think my head is a strange place to live in sometimes.

There comes a moment after my child begins walking where I look at them and think: “That’s not my baby, that’s a little person.” Patches has inspired this thought many times in the past few weeks. He’s turned a developmental corner into two-year-old behaviors. This corner turn is early since he’s still 3 months shy of two. Mostly I like two-year-old behaviors. They can be occasionally frustrating, but they are predictable and not complex. I’ve dealt with them three times before so I know the territory. Unfortunately the behavior that he has picked up most firmly is possesiveness. He defends his possessions aggressively, especially from Gleek whom he views as live-in competition. Typically for his age he defines “possession” as:
Anything I have in my hands
anything I just put down
anything I intended to pick up
anything I like
Two things ALWAYS get defended even if he has to run in from another room to do it, His blanket and his mommy. Which brings me to the anectdote from this morning. Gleek and Patches had a conversation of sorts:

Patches: “My Banket!”
Gleek: “That’s your blanket. This is my blanket!”
Patches: “My Mommy!”
Gleek: “You have to share mommy! You have to SHARE!”
Patches: “My Share!”

Whatever this “Share” thing was, he wanted to make sure that it belonged to him and him alone.

Why is it that when I want to sit down and snuggle a kid, they can’t be bothered, but when I get really moving and ready to get things done, all they want is for me to sit still and snuggle?

Grrr.

This entry is an exercise in thinking out loud and also fishing to see if other people have thoughts on the topic:

Today Howard aired an Open Letter which included a picture of him wearing our newest t-shirt. Gleek is also in the picture and that is what I have mixed feelings over. The back of my brain has a worrysome voice which whispers to me that putting my children’s real names and pictures on the internet for public perusal somehow lessens their safety. Logically I just don’t think this is so, but I have a hard time shutting up that voice.

Suppose some child predator sees my child’s picture and name on the internet somewhere. That person has to then connect the child with a location, not too hard I suppose. Then that person has to stake out the locations where my child will go, and find an opportunity where no one is watching to harm my child. I could try to hide the fact of my child’s existence, but this would be fairly impossible to do. Birth records, census records, school records, and numerous other records are all available to ingenious people. I feel like I do much better to control physical access to my child. None of my children are yet old enough to keep themselves safe without adult help, so I have to make sure that they aren’t left without reliable adults nearby. This does more to keep my kids safe than keeping their names secret or refusing to publish pictures.

And yet pictures and names are powerful. Despite all of the above, I still intend to use nicknames when speaking of my kids online. It may do nothing to protect, but it causes no harm. I have mixed feelings about the picture. I feel strange about using my child’s picture as part of a sales pitch. Part of me wants everyone to see how wonderful my little girl is. Part of me worries about who is seeing how wonderful my little girl is. Howard’s increasing fame is a factor as well. The more people who see the picture, the greater the odds that one of them is psychotic in a way that could threaten my children.

On the other hand children are overwhelmingly harmed and abused, not by strangers, but by friends and family. That says to me that the risk in posting pictures is very low. But isn’t any avoidable risk worth avoiding?

I have no conclusions, only thoughts. I’d be happy to know your thoughts too.

The trip was really good. I’m glad to be back home though. Today is my day to sit down with reciepts and see how much the trip actually cost us. I’ve also got laundry to catch up on and a few last bits of yardwork to do before the ground freezes.

My new Schlock shirt showed up today. I now have one of Howard’s new Rule #35 shirts. Howard will be taking pictures and posting them in his open letter. So if anyone has been wondering what I look like, you’ll have your chance to see. But picture taking will not happen until after I’ve had a chance to shower and fix my hair which will not be until I find a time when I can take a shower by myself without two small people to participate.

Back to work with me.

In two hours we get to hop in the car and drive for 5 hours to my sister’s house. This is happy. Especially the part about “we”. The last 3 times I’ve gone to my sister’s house either I’ve gone “alone” (taking 4 children hardly qualifies as “alone”, but oh well.) or we’ve driven separate cars. I love road tripping with Howard. Somewhere during the long drive we run out of commonplace stuff to talk about and start talking about dreams. It feels to me like the long road trips we have taken together have been watershed times where we really hammered out how we wanted our long-term future to go. With the long-view figured out it is much easier to steer day-to-day and end up in a happy place.

It is our first post-Novell family trip. I think this is going to be fun.

I just finished a near 3 hour meeting with people from the National Association for the Self Employed. The meeting was incredibly useful informationally. I know a lot more about how the health insurance industry works I’m also pretty convinced that joining NASE is exactly what will fill our family’s needs as we go forward with self employment. We signed up and submited an application to their healthcare program. According to the salesman our odds of being accepted are actually pretty good, because, while our health history has had some really expensive moments, nothing is chronic or likely to happen again.

It is all starting to fit together in my head. Health insurance. Life insurance. Retirement accounts. I’m starting to see how all of it will work in our post-Novell world.

I need to find a good source for fabric. I’ve got lots of sewing projects brewing in my brain, but lack the resources to bring them to fruition. Obviously fabric stores will be quite happy to sell me anything I might need, but they aren’t interesting in providing things cheap or free. See its all part of this new game that I play: “How can I make beautiful and useful things for as little money as possible?”

I suspect that when I truly NEED fabric for things, I’ll find it. Right now though we don’t really need much. Just today I considered taking a child free hour to go to some second hand stores when realized that there wasn’t anything that I really needed. I’d only be using up gas and putting myself into temptation’s path. Instead I used the time to read a good book.

So I guess I’ll take the patient approach and wait to see what opportunities to make beautiful things come to me.