Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Singing With Dad: A Video Post

Recently I've noticed that whenever I'm practicing/vocalizing Will makes this strange sustained sound that I've come to interpret as singing along. Here's a video of Rodney singing and playing the guitar to Will and towards the middle he decides to "sing" along.


Friday, February 22, 2008

What Dreams Mean

The other night I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that Will and I were hanging out with some ladies who were cooking up a storm in a kitchen (perhaps it was a special dinner or something) when all of the sudden they started joking about cooking Will (remember I said it was weird). I laughed, because, hey it was a joke and I like jokes. But then they put my naked baby in a big pot and started BASTING him! I said "What the h!@$ are you doing?" and as I grabbed my son from their pot they proceeded to laugh at me, not in a scary Hanzel and Gretel sort of way, but more like a teasing mother-hen sort of way. Then they said, "Mothers these days! How times have changed."

Marisa and I had a good laugh when I told her about this weird dream. It got us thinking and talking about dreams and their mysterious nature. Isn't it interesting how we can have the strangest dreams and somehow not want to tell others about them? As I recounted the dream to Marisa there was this feeling inside of me almost like embarrassment. What is it about this sub/unconscious state that makes feel this way? We clearly have no control over the substance of our dreams and yet, we feel like others will judge them as if these are really thoughts we have.

I'm sure there is a wealth of information out there on the "science" of dreams and it would be really interesting to sit down with someone who has systematically researched all of the this, but I would be more interested in picking up one of those non-scientific books at Borders to "translate" the meaning of my dreams for me. Am I afraid that well-meaning ladies want to eat my baby? Was it a super dramatic representation of "issues" of modern parenting that parents of a generation ago see as overreacting (ex. giving your baby ONLY pureed Gerber baby food, constantly keeping your baby strapped into their carseats even if your feet from home, overfeeding/underfeeding, overbathing/underbathing- you get the picture).

Laura once told me that Geoffrey never dreams and it made me think about how Rodney rarely tells me about his dreams either. Marisa offered that Kyle is the same and said she heard or read somewhere that men are less likely to remember their dreams. I wondered if they are less likely to recount their dreams because of the vulnerable state that comes with telling others our crazy dreams (and the judgement thing I mentioned above). Maybe women can handle this vulnerable feeling more than men? Hmm.

I'd love to hear about your wackiest dreams- judgement free. Sometimes we just need a good laugh.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Owl or Lark?

Picture of owl and bird
I have a love affair with coffee that spans several years. Ever since I can remember, my dad had to have a cup of coffee every morning. It was also a treat when he would pick up a gallon of coffee flavored Breyers ice cream (Mom, ever the health nut, often forbade ice cream in the house). So, the taste and smell of coffee has been something that has captured my senses for some time. But it wasn't until I was in college that it became a morning necessity for me.

Never more than a cupful, I began to need it's rousing effects within 15 minutes of waking. I sometimes worried about this morning routine because I knew about the dehydrating effects of coffee/caffeine on the vocal folds (not good for singers). But, I figured it was alright if I just drank loads of water, which I have always done as a singer anyway.

Not only does the taste of coffee rank high on my list of all time wonderful flavors, but it has also made mornings something I can handle. You see, for the longest time getting out of bed has been difficult and (before coffee) I would need a good hour before I felt like a normal person. When I married Rodney, I began to see this as a moral dillema because he would pop out of bed every morning well before 8 am (on a weekend) and I began to feel that my desire to sleep in (past 8 am) was seen as lazy (even though he would never say this). It wasn't until I began reading Ferber to help Will's sleep that I understood our differnces and exactly why I "needed" coffee in the morning.

Dr. Ferber separates us into two groups: owls and larks. Here's what he says about owls: "[these] are people who get energized at night. Their second wind is strong, and the late night is often the most pleasant time of their whole day. Owls feel most alert at that time; they can think clearly, study effectively, and play well. Staying up late is easy for them. But owls have a problem in the morning: waking up and starting the day, even after a full night's sleep, is painful and difficult, like climbing out of a deep hole (YES!!!). Owls don't like to get up, and they avoid early-morning activities whevever they can." This is definately me.

And here's Rodney: "For larks, the second wind is less forceful. As night falls, larks feel as if they are sliding into the same deep hole that owls wake up from each morning. Finding it unpleasant to stay up late, larks may pass up evening activities or leave them early. But they wake up without any trouble early in the morning, usually feeling great. They want to get right up and start doing things. For larks, morning is the best time of day and evening is the worst."

I can't tell you how many times Rodney has put on a pot of coffee at night just to remain awake for evening activities.

Dr. Ferber goes on to explain that not everyone necessarily falls into either of these categories. I often marvel at my mother-in-law's ability to stay up late AND get up early without (seemingly) difficulties.

So, there you have it. I am an owl and Rodney is a lark. This explains so much. Our families even fit nicely into these two categories, with little variation. So, is one better than the other? What do you think? Are you an owl or a lark by nature?

Here's a picture that I took of Rodney this past week. The exact time I took it was 8:30 pm. He went on to sleep just like this until 11:30 pm, when I came in to bed and I woke him and told him to get ready for bed. If I hadn't done that he would have slept this way all night. I can't tell you how many times this has happened since we've been married.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Cardboard's Not the Same as a Sled

I am woefully behind in getting these pictures (and video) posted. When last week's snow storm gave Rodney a snow day he decided that he wanted to do what he's done the past 2 or 3 snow days: go sledding at Art Hill in Forest Park. I've done this with him on one of the occassions, and it is a blast. With Will I knew it would be a modified sledding experience, and I was really excited about "frolicking" with him in the new fallen snow. On our way to Forest Park we stopped by Target to by a sled and they were all sold out. Then, we tried Walmart and when Rodney sadly found none there either, he decided to purchase a folded up cardboard box he saw (for $3.50) on his way out of the store. Here's a video followed by photos showing you how much fun we had (sadly, the cardboard box did not deliver but we had fun anyway).




Mommy and Me

Daddy and Me


Cardboard's Not the Same


Successful Sledders

Trying

Snow Bunny

Art Hill