Sunday, June 29, 2008

My Little Musical Genius


There comes a time in every mother's life when she has to choose between infant music classes and diapers. After receiving an e-mail that the local music courses were $33.00 a session (yes, $33.00 for each individual session--materials not included), I decided to continue contributing non-biodegradable, hazardous waste to landfills.

Not wanting my son to miss out on such an enriching experience, we had our own little music class this afternoon. And now I'm convinced he's a musical genius.

He cooed at Beethoven, he (literally) covered his ears at Mozart, and he occasionally matched me tone for tone when I played "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

This kid is going places.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Carnivorous Vegan

Okay, I think a clarification is needed. A number of you have called or written expressing concern that I was only eating jello and celery because of Sam's allergies. That was a bit of an exaggeration. I can eat more than jello and celery. I can also eat hummus and pixie stix.

Actually, there are a lot of things I can eat. As you can see by the title of this post, I'm pretty much a carnivorous vegan. I can eat the cow...just not the stuff that comes from the cow.

This has made for some interesting interactions at the grocery store. I go to WholeFoods and get smug smiles from people with dreadlocks and birkenstocks as they watch my vegan cookies, rice milk and organic cherries go across the conveyor belt. They smile as if we have a secret alliance against the world. "Ha! No animal products in this reusable grocery bag."

And then the porterhouse comes out and their smiles fade.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Unapologetically Personal

Not long ago I was involved in a think tank for youth ministry. As the host was gathering biographical information he asked us to write down the addresses to our websites/blogs. I started to write down my blog address before I realized that this probably wasn't the kind of site he was looking for. Talking about Sam's nursing strikes does not a professional blog make.

I started this blog out of a desire to have an academic outlet while I was pastoring in a local church. Now that I'm back in school, that need is met and I'm looking for non-academic outlets (hence my tendency towards allergies, yard clippers and gobs of chocolate on my face).

Perhaps if I graduate and get a job flipping burgers I'll once again be posting on the filioque or The Nicomachean Ethic. For now, you're stuck with random thoughts and pics of the kid. Like this one...

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Culinary Star-Crossed Lovers


Apparently a mother with allergies + a father with allergies often = baby with allergies.

Poor Sam. Two months ago we made a layman's attempt to diagnose him with a dairy allergy. Multiple doctor's visits later we've gotten positive results on dairy, egg, peanut, and possibly soy.

Since I'm nursing (or at least, trying to), that means I'm off of these products. I figure I had it coming--I had a dairy allergy as a baby and my mother had to do the same. Believe it or not, the dairy/egg/peanut is nothing...it's the soy that's the killer. It's in everything. So I'm pretty much eating jello and celery.

Maybe I'll go on strike.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Down on the Farm

Today I took Sam to Cherry Grove Farm.
Good mom.

I forgot the sunscreen.
Bad mom.

So I kept him covered.
Good mom.

All of the pollen and dust bothered his allergies.
Bad mom.

I verbally pointed out all of the different vegetables to Sam even though I was surrounded by people who were wondering why I was talking to someone who couldn't talk back.
Good mom.

At one point I looked down and he had a sharp pair of clippers in his hand. Seriously--I don't know how he got them.
Very bad mom.

I got peas to turn into baby food.
Good mom.

They were organic.
Very good mom.

(For those of you who are curious, Sam is still on strike. This kid is tough. He's got standards.)

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

A Brief Hiatus: Sam's on Strike Day 3


At 1:07 am Samuel James Drury took a brief hiatus from his strike. The poor little guy was tired and disoriented and momentarily forgot about his lofty principles.

Once fully awake, Sam must have been horrified by his weak will because the strike was resurrected...either that or his union leader got on his case...they've been in contact...I think Sam has bluetooth.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Sam's on Strike--Day 2



For the past 36 hours Sam has absolutely refused to nurse. He'll take a bottle, but nursing makes him arch his back and growl.I called my lactation consultant who nonchalantly said, "Oh yes, Sam's on a nursing strike."

So...my son's on strike. Apparently this happens to babies. Supposedly Sam could keep this up for a week or so.

I don't know why he's striking. I've been trying to figure out what his demands could possibly be. Later bedtime? Less tummy time? He probably wants a pony. Sigh.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

I'm a bad, bad mom


For the past week Sam has been making a high-pitched, hyena-like squeal. The squeal is always followed by a big smile. We had friends over the other day and made them listen to this new noise. We all had a good laugh. It's pretty funny...at least, it was pretty funny.

I took Sam into the doctor two days ago because he was a bit congested. He made the squeal and I started to laugh. The nurse-practitioner looked me in the eye and said, "That noise is your son trying to breathe."

Contributions for Sam's psychotherapy fund can be mailed directly to our apartment.