July 2009

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For Independence Day weekend, we took a short trip to North Carolina to visit my parents, where they are staying in their RV for about a month.  This was our first road trip with our new friend, GeePee, the GPS.

I felt bound to name the machine after I heard how my parents talk about their own “Carmen”:  “Carmen told us to take the 123 but we didn’t listen,”  “I was just doing what Carmen told me to,” etc.  If you’re going to anthropomorphize a machine, the GPS is a fun one.  It might also be a solution for road rage, as people can now just yell at their GPS devices instead of other drivers:  “Goddamn it – that’s the wrong way!” or “How was I supposed to get over in time to make that turn, you stupid machine?”  I mean, somebody has to be the scapegoat for our bad driving, so why not a computer?

You’d think that having a virtual back-seat-driver would eliminate the need for real ones.  But when Adam was driving us back to the campground after fireworks on the Fourth, none of us could resist telling him where he should turn or which way would be faster.  Oh well, I guess technology can’t solve all our problems, after all.

Our GPS doesn’t have traffic information and we forgot to check before we left, so we probably didn’t take the best route out of DC.  Since we had consciously decided to let GeePee guide us, we didn’t bring maps or make alternate plans like we might have otherwise, and we didn’t have much of an idea of where exactly we were going.  That was a mistake, since we got caught in tunnel traffic near the Outer Banks area.  We tried pressing the “Detour” button on GeePee but I guess we didn’t trust him quite as much as we thought we did because we chickened out of actually changing course.  Next time, GeePee, I promise, I’ll listen!

We sure spent a lot of time fiddling with GeePee.  On our way home, we wanted to get off the freeway so we tried the “Avoid Highways” function, but it would have taken us way out of our way.  When we tried to turn off that function, we found a bug in the software which threatened to keep us on surface streets forever – the menus were not displayed properly and it wouldn’t let us go back to normal mode.  You mean, we can never drive on the freeway again, GeePee?  Please, don’t do this to us!  Fortunately, Adam was bright enough to find the “Restore Defaults” button on another menu and we were back in business.  But then, how could we get it to guide us up Highway 1 instead of the I-95?  I tried entering intersections, I tried to “Detour,” and I tried who knows what else.  Finally, we just left it alone and listened to “Recalculating” for 2 hours as we fought our way back to DC on a Sunday afternoon at the end of a holiday weekend.  God forbid we turn off the machine!  Do you think somebody might have programmed an Easter Egg in there so that if you reach 1000 instances of “Recalculating,” the machine will instead start saying “Why’d you buy me anyway?”

The defining moment of our travels occurred on that drive home.  We’d been stuck on the streets of Fredericksburg for about 20 minutes when a man in a truck in the lane to the right of us rolled down his window.  He said, and I quote: “Excuse me sir.  My GPS is telling me to turn left and no one will let me in.  Will you let me in so I can turn? I only have point-six miles to go and no one would let me in so I thought I’d ask someone.”  Talk about an appeal to authority!

I think that’s when Adam started talking back:

GeePee:  In point-two miles, turn left on Courthouse Road.
Adam:  No!  I reject the tyranny of the GPS!
GeePee:  Turn left on Courthouse Road.
Adam:  No!  I tell you, no!

It’s a contentious relationship, but we’re working on it.

For your reading pleasure this week, you can find the Objectivist Round Up at One Reality.

Ever since Samantha learned to open doors, I’ve been looking forward to, and dreading, her first foray into leaving her room on her own during the night.  As you can see by my comment in the linked post, I decided to buy a digital clock so that Sam would know when it is ok to come out and when she should stay in her room and either sleep or play quietly.

While browsing clocks at Target, I noticed one that advertised changing colors.  I thought, “What a perfect way to signal that it is morning – the clock changes color instead of sounding an audible alarm!”  Upon closer inspection, however, this clock simply changed colors when you pushed a button, not as an alarm function.  But once I had the idea, I knew somebody must have invented my dream clock.

Teach Me Time Clock

Teach Me Time Clock

Here it is!  We got this cute little clock a couple of weeks ago.  Besides having a color-change alarm clock, it also has a digital and analog display (well, the “analog” display is really a digital reproduction of an analog display) and a game you can play to help your child learn to tell time.  It is super-versatile:  you can adjust the volume, the brightness, the colors, whether the “child buttons” on the front do anything or not, and whether you want digital, analog, or both types of time displayed.  All the important controls are in a latched panel in the back which I’m sure older children can open, but hopefully by the time they can do so they can also understand why they shouldn’t.

I set it up so that its backlight would turn green at 7:45am each morning and so that it displayed the digital time only, but I turned off everything else.  Sam was very excited to have her own clock.  She knows a little bit about time, clocks, and watches, and I explained how this clock would tell her when it is morning.  She still hadn’t ventured out of her room at night, but I told her that when the clock is green, she could come out of her room.  She listened without interest for a while, but at one point in my explanation she looked up, thinking.  I paused, and after a moment she said, GO DOWNSHUSH, PLAY TOYS?  I said, “Yes, when it turns green, you can open your door and go downstairs to play with your toys.”  Her face lit up in understanding.  The very next morning, I awoke to a sweet little face at my bedside.  She said, TURNED GREEN, MOMMY!  GO DOWNSHUSH?

Every morning since, Sam has waited until the clock turned green and then come out of her room on her own.  She positively loves it!  A couple of times she obviously woke up after it turned green and came right out, but many times she has turned up at my bedside right at 7:45, so I know she was waiting for the signal.  Today she woke up screaming at 7:30 (she is not a happy-waker-upper), but didn’t come out until it turned green.  With that one exception, our mornings have been so incredibly pleasant.  Instead of waking up to someone yelling at me to come get her, I wake up to a sweet girl whom I can pick up and cuddle in bed with me for a few minutes before starting my day. 

She hasn’t gone straight downstairs yet, but that day will come!

Stuff

I wish I had kept all of our “packing lists” from when Sam was a baby.  Before each trip we took, we’d take almost a whole day just making a list of stuff to bring for Sam. (In the early days, I’d start the list a week ahead of time and I’d be adding things each day until we left.)  We always set aside an entire day to pack.

We still make a list, but it’s so much shorter now.  It still changes every time, though.  At first, we needed to bring dozens of baby washcloths and burp cloths, but as that need fell away, we started needing to bring baby food, spoons and bowls.  Now we don’t need to bring baby food, but we do need Sam’s toothbrush and toddler toothpaste.  Depending on where we are going, we might bring diapers for the entire trip, or we might plan to buy some at our destination.  In the past, we always had to bring Sam’s “white noise machine” which she only recently gave up, plus a CD player and CD’s, and the baby monitor.  Sometimes we might need the car seat, sometimes a stroller, and we always need the Pack ‘n Play, except when we go to Adam’s parents’ house, where they have one waiting for her.  Most of the time we bring some children’s Iboprofen, but we used to bring her whole “medical kit”  which included her baby nail clippers, an aspirator, and a thermometer.  I can’t even remember all the stuff we used to need to bring along, but I remember that it would fill a whole sheet of paper.  Now, it’s down to half a page.

Her needs change so quickly.  I think it would be fun to have a history of all the “stuff” of babyhood, and a record of how it evolved.

Maybe next time…

Only 2 more months until Samantha is 3 years old!  I’m going to have to start thinking about what to do for her birthday

I have a feeling we’ve entered the talking phase. I mean, the nonstop, Slyendless, unbearably-cute-and-irritating-at-the-same-time, talking phase.  Sam has always given us her lovely soliloquies, but now she is interested in conversations.  This kind of thing happens a dozen times a day:

MOMMY?
Yes?
MOMMY?  I LIKE, I LIKE, I LIKE GO PWAYGWOUND.
We’ll go to the playground after your snack.
MOMMY?
Yes?
MOMMY?  I LIKE JUICE.
You have juice in front of you.
MOMMY?  I LIKE, I LIKE, I LIKE, I LIKE, SOMETHING ELSE.
This is your snack in front of you.
MOMMY?  I LIKE, I LIKE, I LIKE CANDY.
Oh.
MOMMY?
What is it, sweetie?
MOMMY, LOOK!  LOOK, EYES, NOSE, MOUTH [she's made a face on the plate with her food]
That’s a face!
MOMMY?  WHAT DOING?
We’re having a snack.
MOMMY? MISS E. [her teacher] SQUIRT SHOES WITH WATER. CRIED. MOMMY COME LATER. AFTER NAP.
Oh, Miss E. squirted your shoes with water during water play?  Did you like that?
NO.  SHOOK ME.
You were scared.
YES.  MOMMY?
Yes?
MOMMY? TELL LIDA-BAYDA STORY.
I’m sorry, Sam, but I can’t tell you a story while I’m eating. My mouth is busy chewing.
MOMMY?
MOMMY?
MOMMY?
Yes, Sam.
MOMMY?  ALL DONE SNACK.
Ok, let’s clean up.
NO! NO CLEAN UP.  MOMMY?  I LIKE SOMETHING ELSE. I LIKE PWAYGWOUND.  I LIKE, I LIKE, I LIKE, WAAAAAAAA!

We seem to be losing a lot of the cute mispronunciations lately.  If I correct her, she can say most words properly, although she still uses her baby words most of the time.  I tried to note as many of them as I could before they disappear altogether:

Pwaygwound (playground)
An bote (both – she always says “and” along with “both”)
Shook (scratch)
Shook (scared – I can tell the difference between scratch and scared because with scared she usually does the sign language along with the word)
Membo (remember)
Danky (thank you)
Pudy (put)
Read-ee (read)
Oh-gee (orange)
Hebicopa (helicopter)
Adi-gayda (alligator)
PB (TV)
Bit (bib)
Lida bayda (little bear)
Downshush (downstairs)
Amee-yo (animal)
Sam-bup (stand up)
Seep (sleep)
Back-see-ball (basketball)

What we’re getting in exchange is Samantha’s new, made-up language.  She mostly speaks it to the cat and it sounds something like, CHA-MOW-WOW.  MI-MI-MOW-A.  HA-HEE-NA-HEE-NA. MUSH. A-WEE-AH. GOI-A-BOO-BOO.  She loves that cat so much we should have known she’d find a way to speak his language.

I’ve asked Sam a couple of times if she would like a baby brother or sister and she says yes, but I don’t think she really knows what it means.  I’ve heard that many children her age start asking for a brother or sister and I would have expected it from Sam by now since she loves babies so much.  She’s definitely the nurturing type and I know she’ll be interested in a baby, but I also know that she likes to be the center of attention and the transition will be hard.

In the treeAs I’ve been writing this, Sam has come over a few times and asked to be picked up.  I explain to her that I can’t pick her up while I’m writing and that this is her time to play by herself.  If she seems lost, I’ll ask her if she needs help finding something to do.  She usually says no and walks off, but if she doesn’t find something she’ll be right back again saying, MOMMY PLEASE PICK UP.  But the last time, she went to her bookshelf and I heard her “reading.”  When she was done, she said, MOMMY, READ BOOK SELF!  (She can’t really read it, but she is working on it, as I’ll write about in a future post.)  Sam made a lot of strides in her independence this month.  She can get up and down from her booster seat at the dinner table, she can climb in and out of her car seat, and many other physical things, but mostly, she just continues to find new ways to amuse herself.  And us.

IOU

I have so much to blog about that words are coming out of my ears, but we just got back from our little trip to North Carolina and I’m trying to catch up on laundry and grocery shopping and all that fun stuff.  I have some good stories to share from our trip, a really great product recommendation, and a Sam Update for y’all, so stay tuned.  In the meantime, in case you missed it, you can relieve your boredom by catching up on last week’s Objectivist Round Up which was hosted by none other than Rational Jenn.

Whenever I mention Samantha’s grandmother, Samantha says, BROWNIES? WHIPPED CREAM?

Forgive me, Internet, for I have sinned.  It has been 6 days since my last confession.

I committed the host’s cardinal sin of allowing not 1, but 2 bathrooms to run out of toilet paper during our party last weekend.  I didn’t even have tissues as backup.

I recently finished listening to Susan Crawford’s Children, Parents, and Power Struggles lectures.  Susan runs a parenting e-mail list that I subscribe to called the Rational Parenting List, and these lectures were given at the 2004 Objectivist Summer Conference.

This course was a great complement to my other reading on parenting.  Much of the material Susan covers is similar to what you would find in my favorite How to Talk So Kids Will Listen and Listen So Kids Will Talk.  I’d definitely put Susan in the Positive Discipline camp, although I don’t think she uses that term.  She does give the best explanation of “consequences” that I’ve heard.  I’m paraphrasing, but she says that choices have consequences, and that consequences are logically related to the choice.  Further, natural consequences are the ones that follow automatically, while logical consequences are the ones that parents impose, but which attempt to maintain that connection between action and consequence.  So, a natural consequence of a child’s forgetting to take his lunch to school would be that he would go without that meal.  A logical consequence of a child’s not coming home on time would be for the parent to disallow him going out for a period of time, the connection being that the child can not be trusted.  I liked this distinction because I think it will help me work on consequences.  I now can always ask myself:  Is there a sufficient natural consequence for this behavior?  If not, do I need to impose a logical consequence?  It’s occurring to me as I write this that the need for logical consequences probably arises mostly in connection with social requirements.  It’s analogous to the difference between the laws of physics and the laws of man.  I’ll have to think about that more – it’s just a germ of an idea.

I did find the course to be somewhat disorganized.  I’m not good at listening without taking notes and I listened to this in the car over a few weeks, so that didn’t help.  But Susan’s outline shows that what she’s really doing is covering a range of discrete issues in the context of power struggles.  Here are just a few topics that she covers:

  • Time Outs
  • Picky Eaters
  • Tattling
  • Procrastination
  • Honesty

What I found very helpful was that she gives so many examples and concrete suggestions.  She often lists off a dozen or more specific ways you can deal with a particular issue.  The presentation can be dry because of this, but I feel like many of those ideas are lurking around in my subconscious now, ready to be pulled out when the moment arises.  I suspect I’m going to listen to this course every couple of years just to restock my toolbox.

You can purchase the course from the Ayn Rand Bookstore.  I do recommend it, especially if you have more time to listen than to read, or if you are an auditory learner.  If you’re interested in signing up for the mailing list (for a small yearly fee), you can send an e-mail to rplist at aol dot com.  If I recall, Susan does allow a trial membership.

Samantha has started twirling her hair around her fingers.

Skills

Do you remember when you were a little kid and you were sick and you missed your nap and all your friends had to go home and you fell down and scraped your knee and the whole world was just BAD?  And then your mommy took you in her arms and whispered in your ear and stroked your hair and you fell asleep because the world was just GOOD?

I can do that.

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