Sunday, April 08, 2007

Shalom and Happy Cubster

Part Easter. Part Harry's first Cubs game. And shalom because it's Passover season, too. Except for my Dad calling on Eastover Saturday, saying he was Elijah, and asking if anybody was looking for him --oh and the box of Kosher for Passover Trader Joe's (Trader Hymie's?) matzoh we put out with the beer and curds (Wisconsin, eh?), we focused on the bunny. And the chocolate. Oh, the chocolate. Ben said maybe a seder next year, since we've officially claimed Eastover as our holiday. Take that, all other holidays-- Eastover rocks. But it's not as cool of a name as Chrismukkah-- any suggestions? It's so cool, see, because what we're going to do is take 2 very religious and fairly somber-ish holidays and suck all spiritual meaning from them, making them totally and completely about sugar and gifts. And plastic grass, or, as we call it, baby dental floss. To that end, we had a couple of egg hunts. The grown ups, though, didn't enjoy it like we thought they might (except for Jon, who enjoyed it exactly as we thought he might-- which is to say NOT AT ALL). And the babies couldn't find their eggs (filled with Gerber banana puffs-- clever E.Bunny, huh?) even though they were RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM. Silly babies.

Sunday, we went to Miller Park, which was clean and very fun-- Harry loved his first game. He really dug the row of 10 year old boys behind us in the family section. Where we couldn't have beer. But it's Wisconsin! There's beer EVERYWHERE in the whole state. Except the family section at Miller Park, where, I would argue, people need it the most. Between the morons who let their kids take up enough space for 3 people with their nachos and stuffed bears and crap, the idiots who smuggle in bag after bag after food and drinks from home and spend the whole game passing it back and forth giving strangers the elbow, the lady behind me who was SCREAMING her food order into her cell phone and telling the person on the other end-- presumably her poor, poor husband-- to pick up seven programs, since they're free, and the people like us, who exclaim loudly about every darn thing their baby does and take picture after picture after flashy picture between 7 million trips to the bathroom, beer'd be good. Especially for people like the guy next to us, who kept giving us dirty looks and didn't have any kids with him.

But as usual, I digress. Here are some pictures and yes, there might be a bit of product in Harry's hair:



Extreme close ups of Max-- such a cutie. Harry slapped him in the face and snatched his pacifier all day. Someday, Max is gonna exact his revenge, and Harry better RUN!


Ben with a lapful o'baby

The Grandmas

This is very selfless of me becuase even though I look like @#$%, I am posting this pic of the 3 of us.

Harry walking with Jon

The stadium

The weirdo Brewer mascot with bunny ears on-- Harry LOVED him

Our little Cubs fan

The fam



Me and the Bear




Harry with Daddy at the game






Harry walking with his new toy from his grandma and grandpa J-- he's such a big boy these days.


Wednesday, April 04, 2007

The Feminine Mistake

Not my title. It's a new book by Leslie Bennetts that argues that women should not stay at home with their kids because they are taking a huge risk leaving the paid workforce. I have not read the book (should probably tell you that before this goes any further), but I have read an excerpt from it in last month's Glamour (a fashion mag with a true feminist consciousness), and I did see the author on the Today Show.

I think the premise of this book is interesting, and Bennetts makes excellent points about women winding up destitute after divorce and about women being penalized in the workplace for taking time off with their kids-- earning up to 40% less than men, if they can find places who'll hire them with a 4 year (at least) gap on their resumes. She also said some smart things about little boys growing up to think they'll someday take care of their families and little girls growing up expecting to marry Prince Charming.

I really think it's important to address the growing myth that divorced women make it big on child support checks-- surely this is just as ridiculous as the Welfare Queen-- and I do think that Mommytracking is a serious problem in the world of work. Just last week, women in this town marched to the capitol to demand equal pay for equal work-- gotta love those second wavers. So I guess what I am saying is that I want to like this book and I want to like Bennetts' arguments.

The problem, I guess, is that the book is making us talk about the WRONG THINGS. It shouldn't be another way to spark debate between stay-at-home moms and working moms ( And these are truly ridiculous labels, by the way. Maybe not as ridiculous as pro-life and pro-choice-- how the hell can both sides be pro, people? And what the heck is choice anyway when you get right down to it? Nothing but a consumerist ideograph, if you ask me, and you probably shouldn't since I am knee deep in my dissertation and mad as hell about the whole situation), and it shouldn't be another way to blame women for not doing enough-- enough at the office, enough at home, enough in marriage-- because, really, if we all followed Marabel Morgan's advice and met our husbands wearing nothing by some saran wrap and a smile, would 50% of marriages end in divorce? (Sorry-- I am not being fair to the Total Woman. Much like 70s feminists didn't ever burn their bras, Morgan never really told women to get wrapped up-- but her actual advice was not a lot better.)

The book should, I think, make us think critically about the daycare system we have in the US. Bennetts talked a little bit about patchwork care-- the kind of cobbled together, a-little-bit-of-everything childcare most women have for their children-- you know, some help from family, a sitter, perhaps a few hours at a drop-in center, some latch-key time. But Ann Curry kept leaning in and making her voice all husky-- the way she does, you know, when she's going to ask a really meaningful question-- and asking Bennetts what she would say to the millions of moms who can't bear to leave their sweet little babies in daycare centers. Bennetts answered that the media makes daycare look way worse than it is (I totally agree), and then she started talking about how women simply can't afford to stay home.

Here is where it would be great to see a reporter ask about on-site daycares in every office, or other reforms that can make the workplace more family friendly and help us reimagine the ideal worker as someone besides a childless person (man). But instead, Curry leaned even closer, got even huskier, and asked AGAIN about sweet babies and cold, poorly regulated centers. Bennetts just didn't have a good answer, which pissed me off. Because here I am AT HOME working my ass off with Harry and with my project-- and I have it GOOD. I have help and a husband who does at least half the work and a flexible job with great hours and tons of autonomy and the freedom to spend as long as I want nursing on demand, and it's still SO HARD. Because I am not a stay-at-home mom and I have no sympathy for the women who arrive late to Little Gym bitching about how hard it is to pack little Billy or Suzy up for the trip AND THAT'S ALL THEY HAVE TO DO. Because so help me god I DO judge the women who drop their kids off at 7 and pick them up at 5-- I think why the hell did you have kids, then? And neither of these responses is good, but framing "it" (and by it I mean the plight of the working mom? or maybe the work of mothering? motherhood?-- I'm not totally sure, so that's why I went with a noncommittal "it") as a debate between stay-at-home and go-to-work mommies is so dangerous. It leads to judgment without solutions, blame without reimagining.

I am addicted to the mommy-blogosphere. Most of the blogs I read are written by women who are a lot like me-- not really at home, not really at work. Check out Amalah, who does freelance writing work, Academomia , written by a PhD student, and Her Bad Mother , authored by a philosophy instructor. All of these women are also negotiating a third way, somewhere in the middle of at home and at work.

I want to say that Bennetts is right-- women shouldn't stay home, but that's silly, right? What about choice (here we go again with the consumerism)? We should have more and better childcare options. And I think Curry is right, too. You notice Harry isn't in a center, right? But I also think Bennetts is right about the media making daycare look bad. So what's a girl to do?


This one loves that she can wake up late every morning with her big cudddley boy and his odd collection of sticky pacifiers.

But there HAS to be another way. There have to be more moms like me living in the shades of gray. And we've got to do something about daycare and about the ideologies of mothering that force us into these black and white categories, imagining work as always separate from the family. What is mothering, after all, but a whole lot of work?

Speaking of which, my boss is awake, and he's a total tyrant when he hangs out in his crib for too long.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Finally- a New Carseat. I Have Room To Stretch my Legs. An Update From Harry



My parents bought me a big boy carseat today. They actually read Consumer Reports and bought the best one instead of the cutest one or the one that matched my Mom's purse the best. I'm pretty sure that's how they selected my infant carrier. Practical, aren't they?

Here I am waking up from my afternoon nap. My room was a big mess, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I couldn't wait to get down and play!

I love standing up like this-- but my Mom had to help me.

I know what you're thinking-- Is the Harry Jayster wearing a new outfit? Does he change clothes after nap? First of all, only my dad can call me the Harry Jayster. Second of all, yes, it's a new outfit. No, we don't change after nap. We change after Mom takes us shopping for 2 hours and notices that we are getting crabby, but doesn't think that maybe we PEED THROUGH OUR DIAPER AND OUR OVERALLS because she's too busy buying, buying, buying.

Oh yeah, and all this teething makes me think that pacifiers aren't so bad. The trick is to use a lot of them.

My new chair. Pretty sweet, huh?




I think there's something wrong with this cup.

Seriously, all the milk just goes on the tray

I am not afraid to use this bat, people. I pound on things all day.

Night night, my adoring Internet.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Join us as we drink a celebratory bottle of wine

What are we celebrating, you ask? Usually, we're just celebrating remembering to go to the liquor store before 9 o'clock (because you can't buy alcohol after 9, something we learned in a rather embarrassing way our first night here, 4 years ago this month when we were in town visiting the school), but tonight, we are celebrating the completion of my FIRST CHAPTER OF MY DISSERTATION!!!

Well, completion is an overstatement because it's just a FIRST DRAFT, but it's still AWESOME, and I am EXCITED!

On a related note, Ben and I are not the kind of people who should have a full wine rack. Ever. Because we'll drink it till it's gone. A wine cellar is out of the question.

I know all you want, Internet, is a dose of Harry, so here he is contemplating my work. He is a huge crab these days-- and especially nights-- because he's getting top teeth the size of playing cards. He's going to be really tooth any day now.
[* Edited to add: Seconds after I posted this, Harry woke up screaming. He had some Tylenol and is nursing right now. Speak of the devil, eh?]




Sunday, April 01, 2007

He speaks!!

So totally forgot to tell you, Internet, that Harry can TALK. Besides saying Momom and Dadad, and yeah and Hi, he says GET and GET THAT and GET IT. So, here're a few pictures of him getting GET in the tub-- kind of a metaget.