Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Zoo Trip


Libby's playgroup took a field trip to the Peoria Zoo. (Have I mentioned Libby's playgroup? It's for babies 0-3 years and it's part of the public school system. We meet at the preschool once or twice a week and Libby gets to play with all the sweet toys I won't buy her because they take up too much room at home.)

Anyway, this was by far the smallest zoo I've ever been to, but it still had plenty to entertain Libby for a couple of hours. As a bonus, there was a park nearby with one of those huge wooden playgrounds, complete with a sandpit.  Libby was giddy with excitement. One of my many beefs with our small town (and our rural area in general) is that there aren't any cool parks or playgrounds around. We had to drive an hour and twenty minutes to get to this zoo and playground. Sigh.....

But back to the zoo. The weather was gorgeous that day. Serious blessing because it was raining and in the 40s the rest of the week and then, bam - 80 degrees and sunny on the day of our field trip. Beautiful!

Libby had a special moment with the meerkats...


Monday, April 23, 2012

Come Right Out and Say It

I never know how to phrase things when I have something important to say, so I'll just get it out. I'm pregnant. 14.5 weeks to be exact. Due October 18.

I kept telling myself I was going to wait to announce my pregnancy until I could express an appropriate level of enthusiasm. If I had mentioned anything about being pregnant in those first 3 months, it would have been "this sucks, I'm sick, it's never going to get better, blah, blah, blah." Now that the nausea is (mostly) over and I've regained some energy, I am feeling a bit more excited about being pregnant. I cannot wait until I get to feel the baby move...that's the most wonderful thing about being pregnant (well, that and getting a child out of it, I guess). But, I'm also feeling a bit unnerved about starting over. And this time, handling the sleepless days and nights with a toddler. So I'm pretty much in denial that it's going to happen.

What I can't deny anymore, however, is my belly. Barely even poking out, but for some reason, I'm wearing maternity pants already. Also just ordered 3 pairs of stretchy pants online. Apparently I want to be comfortable this time around.

I had the timer set on the camera to take this picture and Libby kept running into my shot. I went to crop her out and then suddenly felt so guilty for even thinking of cropping my precious child out of the picture! So here you, go. Me at 14 weeks, and Libby at 19 months old. 

Friday, April 13, 2012

Recipe: Ocean Water

Unfortunately, this post has nothing to do with Sonic's Ocean Water Slush, though now I'm kind of craving one. If only we had Sonic out here in the boonies. Moving on...

Libby loves to help me cook. Today, she came up with her very own recipe. I was busy washing dishes and had no idea she was "cooking" until she got my attention to inform me that the salt in the salt shaker was "all gone." The water bottle on the table was also a little less full. Looks like a fun experiment...


 But then she tasted it and realized that salt + water tastes like the ocean.


And P.S. - she just dumped out an entire box of macaroni while I was writing this. Guess we'll have to do some mystical magical macaroni art now (I watch too much Sesame Street).

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

One of those weeks

Whew. We just made it through one doozy of a week. Other than that awful, terrible, cursed MMR vaccine that made Libby sick and cranky for nearly a month, this past week was the most difficult of her second year of life (for me and her).

I noticed during her swim class on Monday that she wasn't quite herself - she was just unusually fussy and was shivering like crazy. That afternoon, I finally realized she had a fever. I called the doc just in case. They said not to worry; it's probably teething. That's what they always say. Anyway, her fever just got higher and higher, she had diarrhea, her eyes were glossed over, and by Tuesday night, I was pretty nervous. She was SO lethargic - I have never seen her like that. Wednesday, the fever started to go down and by Thursday, it was gone, but oh.boy. The crankiness. If I even looked at her the wrong way, she would collapse into a fit of hysteria. I'll admit, while she had a fever, I was much more sympathetic, but by the end of the week, I was just losing patience. I felt like I might break down at any moment. In search for a piece of sanity, I finally called to schedule an appointment for the massage Jared gifted me for Christmas. Selfishly, I went and got my massage on Jared's birthday (he should have been the one getting special treatment that day!), but I just had to.

Add to that stress my own general malaise, the thousands of miles between us and our family and friends, and a couple of big issues pressing on my mind and it made for one of those weeks when life feels just a little overwhelming.

Luckily, Sunday was a turning point. I heard some great counsel from our prophet:
Seek heavenly guidance one day at a time. Life by the yard is hard; by the inch it's a cinch. 
That was exactly the advice I needed to hear since most of the worry I was feeling had to do with the future. But today? I can handle today. It's just one day.

Monday morning, Libby woke up a different person. I couldn't be more grateful for her timing, since Jared is out of town all week and I could not face the idea of not having some relief in the evenings. We've actually had a very lovely past couple of days and I am so thankful.

And so no one gets the idea that our life is all doom and gloom, I leave you with a picture of Libby in her Rainbow Brite outfit.

Monday, March 5, 2012

18 months

Our stake president was visiting our branch last week and commented to me that church members get more excited about a child's 18 month birthday than their 1 year birthday. I'm beginning to understand why. Because holy cow, an 18 month old can be a lot of work. And to have a chance to drop her off at nursery so Jared and I can both teach our lessons in peace would be nothing short of heaven-sent. Alas, we have no nursery in our branch and will just have to continue with the status quo. Libby comes to class with me until she gets too distracting (she likes to climb up on the table, grab people's pens that they are writing with, etc.). I send her out the door and tell her to go to Dad. She goes to his class, where he lets her stand on a chair and draw on the chalkboard. This continues back and forth until church is over or one of us ends early. 

Of course, it's not Libby's fault. She just wants to be entertained, gosh darnit, and I don't blame her. I'm trying to find new and interesting things to do with her lately because I can tell she gets tired of the same old thing day after day. Recently, I let her help me with a Christmas craft I never finished. She LOVED painting, but it was a bit messy, so until I buy some washable paint, we're gonna have to put a hold on that. 


The artist she is, she loves drawing on herself. She's pretty good about not getting it on her clothes. She somehow knows to only draw on her skin, which is not hard to do when she's naked.


Libby's vocabulary is exploding and it's so awesome to be able to hear her speak and understand what she wants! Some of her words include: spoon, Elmo (she says which until yesterday she pronounced "uppo"), up (which she says to mean both up and down), milk, more, book, baby, eye, ear, boot, mine, hi, bye, mom, dad, yeah, bed, bread (sounds the same as bed, but we use our context clues). I'm sure there are more I'm not remembering right now.

She's so obsessed with yogurt, I have to limit her to 2 cups a day. Anytime the fridge is open, she darts inside and starts climbing the shelves till she find the yogurt. Or, she'll go the drawer where we keep utensils and will beg for a spoon, which means she wants to use it to eat yogurt. She also really likes to eat cereal and LOVES to share a bowl with me.

And since I'm sure I'll never get around to writing a post about our trip to Texas last month, I'll just throw this picture in here of me, Libby, and my grandparents at their house in Dallas in February.



Monday, February 13, 2012

Review: Half the Sky


I first heard about Half the Sky when I read Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed Down World by Lisa Bloom. I had my issues with Think (read my not so thorough review here) but I will forever be indebted to that book for introducing me to Half the Sky by the Pulitzer Prize winning journalists Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn (who also happen to be married).

The subtitle of the book is Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide and it could easily be regarded as a book about "women's issues." The authors, however, point out that the matters addressed in the book deal with basic human rights and are no more "women's issues" than slavery was a "black issue." Rather, they are problems that the entire human race should be concerned about and actively seeking to correct.

The book focuses on three particular areas of abuse: sex slavery, gender-based violence (such as mass rape and genital cutting), and maternal mortality.

Before I go any further, I'd like to applaud the authors for their careful research and writing. The tone of the book is in no way derogatory towards men (and in fact, they admit that in many cases, women are perpetrating these abuses against other women, especially in the case of genital cutting), and strives to lay out the facts without overselling the issue because "there's nothing to be gained from exaggeration."

I was flabbergasted, appalled, inspired, and intrigued during my reading of Half the Sky and I have tons of sticky notes in the margins to show for it. I'd like to record some of my thoughts and notes here for my own memory. Hopefully some of you will read this moving book yourself and make your own notes.

1. Sex slavery

"Although volume upon volume is written to prove slavery a very good thing, we never hear of the man who wishes to take the good of it, by being a slave himself. " -Abraham Lincoln

This portion of the book seeks to explain sex slavery, also known as sex trafficking, though trafficking technically refers to people being taken across an international border against their will. In reality, girls sold into sex slavery are often slaves in their own country. Apparently, what often happens is a young girl will seek work to help her impoverished family and will be promised a job such as selling mangoes in a distant city. She will then be taken to a brothel instead, where she is sold for a price. At the brothel, she will be beaten and raped into submission until she no longer tries to escape. Some girls are broken down enough that they may even seem to remain at the brothel willingly, though they are almost certainly operating under fear and manipulation. Others repeatedly try to escape and are repeatedly beaten. Pimps don't like to kill the prostitutes because they bring in the money, but occasionally they do murder a girl as a lesson to the others.

The girls are usually quite young, as virgins and young girls are more "desirable" and bring in more money to the pimp. As the girls get older and sink deeper into the twisted world of sex slavery, some of them even become the enforcers of the brothel, beating younger girls who are not complying with demands. Since condoms are rarely used, many girls get pregnant and their kids are often made into servants until they are old enough to be prostituted themselves. It is a sick and heartbreaking cycle.

Apparently countries that are especially conservative, like India, Pakistan, and Iran have a disproportionate number of enslaved prostitutes. To quote the book, "the implicit social contract is that upper-class girls will keep their virtue, while young men will find satisfaction in the brothels." Because the prostitutes themselves are low-caste peasants, the societies are not concerned with these girls having premarital sex.

While some anti-trafficking activists estimate there to be 27 million enslaved girls and women around the world, the authors give a much more conservative estimate of 3 million. Either way, there are certainly more slaves sold into brothels today than there were shipped across the Atlantic (though the earth's population is of  course larger now).

The number of suffering, enslaved women is staggering and the idea of correcting this huge problem can be overwhelming to say the least. Entire societies need to change their minds about what is acceptable. But I love the authors' advice at the end of this section: just because you can't help everyone doesn't mean you shouldn't help anyone.

2. Gender-based violence

Several years ago, I had the opportunity to become a women's self-defense instructor, through a program called Rape Aggression Defense (RAD). Through this program, I learned something quite poignant: rape is not a crime of sex; it is a crime of power. This distinction is abundantly evident in places such as the eastern Congo, where militias, not willing to accept the risks of fighting other gunmen, brutally rape civilians instead. This tactic is cheaper, less messy (fewer corpses to deal with), and just as effective at terrorizing populations. The victims are so young (one victim mentioned in the book was only 3) and the rapes so incredibly violent, it is almost unimaginable.

Unfortunately, the Congo is not the only place where this is happening. To quote the authors, "a United Nations report claims that 90 percent of girls and women over the age of three were sexually abused in parts of Liberia during civil war there." 90 percent! Over the age of THREE! A former UN force commander said, "it has probably become more dangerous to be a women than a soldier in an armed conflict."

3. Maternal mortality

What I gleaned from this section is that poverty, lack of education, and lack of access to health care are major factors in maternal mortality. However, what seems to be the underlying problem in many areas of the world is a general disregard for the sanctity of women's lives. This point is illustrated mostly through anecdotal evidence, but there are some interesting statistics as well. For instance, the rate at which US women died in childbirth dropped dramatically between the 1920s and 1940s, just at the time when women gained the right to vote. The authors suppose that once women were considered valuable to society, politicians suddenly found the incentive to direct resources to maternal health.

In some parts of the world, even the women who live through childbirth sometimes face life-threatening or at least life-changing complications. One of these is obstetric fistulas, which can occur when a woman has been in obstructed labor for a long time. In one story, a woman's baby was stuck in her birth canal for 4 DAYS. Obviously, the baby did not live through this experience, and the mother barely survived herself. She was left with a fistula (a hole between her anus and vagina) which meant that she leaked waste constantly. Though her family was sympathetic, they couldn't bear her awful smell, and so they built her a separate hut to live in. She lived in the hut alone, barely moving and never leaving. Her isolation and shame left her terribly depressed. She curled up into a fetal position and stayed there for 2 years, until the muscles in her legs had atrophied and her joints were permanently bent. Eventually, through much financial sacrifice on her family's part, the woman was able to make it to a fistula hospital, where her injuries were treated and she made a full recovery.
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Admittedly, this book seems like a bit of a downer, but I loved the glimmers of hope that were included. Like, did you know that Rwanda has a higher percentage of female legislators than any other country in the world? Because of this, policies to empower women are being implemented and this country that is still recovering from a genocide is enjoying a rapidly growing economy.

And that's just the beginning. There are hundreds of women, most of whom were victims of slavery or violence themselves, that have founded hospitals and aid organizations to help the suffering women throughout the world. Their stories fill the pages of Half the Sky and I wouldn't do them justice by merely summarizing the work they've done.

Some of the organizations that impressed me most are:

HEAL Africa

New Light

American Assistance for Cambodia

Apne Aap

Fistula Foundation

I am so inspired by the stories of people who, with far fewer resources and far less education than myself, have managed to permanently and dramatically improve the lives of others. I want to be a part of that.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

17 months

According to my unofficial weighing of Libby on the scale at the gym, she weighs 22.5 pounds at 17 months old, which should put her at the 25th percentile for her age. Some days it seems she hardly eats anything, but she is gaining, so I guess it's alright.

Libby continues to crave stimulation and has required quite a bit of entertaining recently. I'm hoping she's just going through a growth spurt and that's what accounts for her extra crankiness of late. Either way, she's learning a lot and it's fun to see what she's picked up on without us even explicitly teaching her. For instance, we read her favorite book, I Took the Moon for a Walk, about a hundred times a day. So sometimes, instead of reading the text, we just point out pictures on the page. I taught her to point out the main characters (the boy and the moon) as well as the facial features (eyes, nose, mouth) on each of them. When that got old, I started asking her to point out other images in the background. To my surprise, she was able to point out the teeny-tiny dogs in the very far background, without me even showing them to her. Bam. My child is a genius.

Other tidbits: 

Libby loves scooping...anything. I've been letting her "help" me in the kitchen more often. She loves to sit on the counter and scoop flour, rice, oats, etc. from one bowl to another.

She's afraid of school buses.

I think that about covers it.