The Blame Game #blame #fault #responsibility

My kids have responsibilities. My Chemical Romance can’t do everything — well he probably could but there aren’t enough hours in the day. I don’t want to do dishes, EVER; we don’t have a garbage disposal here and that’s just disgusting.

So the kids do a lot.

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And they inevitably screw up.

Just like we all screw up — once, My Chemical Romance was installing a new lock in our front door and he used his drill too… hard? Fast?… and the glass around the door shattered. Recently I broke a ceramic-top range by smashing frozen vegetables on top of it.

We all screw up.

But my family seems to be caught in this blame game — it’s usually the FIRST comment. “Who left the peanut butter on a trail from the kitchen to the back door, and now there’s a family of raccoons eating at the dining room table?!?!”

That was a fictitious example.

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My goal as a parent is not to prevent screw-ups but to teach my children how to fix them when they inevitably happen.

First, of course, they happen. And if it’s a situation where someone is bleeding or a dog is running off toward a course full of golfers or glass has shattered all over the floor, I sure as hell don’t want to immediately start to BLAME someone.

I want to assess the bleeding, catch the dog or clean up the glass. Then, MAYBE, we can talk about what happened and how to prevent it in the future.

But, really, they usually know.

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note: that’s a frog they found at the pool; not a screw up.

So, I’m working on not immediately blaming someone when I witness a screw up. Nor rolling my eyes or sighing loudly. Because that’s just as much showing annoyance (that implies blame?) than anything else.

I’m going to work on it, as a summer goal for myself. I want to set a good example for them.

Also, I’m going to remind the kids that screw-ups/accidents happen. They happen to everyone. And that’s what makes is human, and we treat people with kindness, which is a lesson I hope they already know.

Wish us luck!

What we did all week

It’s spring in North Carolina! Suddenly it’s 80*. We went to the park

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I got a pic of all five kids (in chronological order, no less!)

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We went to free cone day at Ben and Jerry’s.

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My friend Lady Beaver came to Raleigh, and we took all the kids to Marbles

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Also to the history museum *** this was totally legal, based on the sign***

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Everyone was killed by a cannon

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But back to the giant canoe

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Then my friend’s daughter met Splash and Summer

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The day was awesome til Cousin It decided to wash her hair while I was in the bathroom

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Screaming ensued, ending our day like many.

Thursday I ignored all things Paleo so we could celebrate National Grilled Cheese Day with this recipe for Sage Fontina Grilled Cheese.

This weekend we’re packing!

The Orange Week in San Diego

Welcome to the May 2012 Carnival of Natural Parenting: Parenting With or Without Extended Family

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month our participants have shared how relatives help or hinder their parenting. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.

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For a week straight, my 7yo daughter and my 4yo daughter ate Cheetos for every meal. Every meal. A week straight. They occasionally supplemented their diet with cookies or chocolate milk, but mostly it was those greasy-yet-powdery orange snack chips for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

At home, this would not have been acceptable. I have standards for what I feed my family, and Cheetos do not fit the bill. But we weren’t home.

We were in San Diego for my grandfather-in-law’s funeral. He’d died at the age of 91-years-young, and my mother-in-law — who had not been his daughter-in-law for over 20 years –bought plane tickets for all seven of us (!) so we could attend the memorial, and stay in San Diego for a week.

My mother-in-law babywearing Cousin It at Legoland

San Diego is where My Chemical Romance was born, and lived for 26 years. His entire extended family is there: both parents and their spouses; two sisters, one brother-in-law and two nephews; all four grandparents; and many aunts, uncles and cousins.

Animal and Mineral, fishing with My Chemical Romance’s Grandpa, at Imperial Beach Pier

We lived there together for three years after we got married, when Animal and Mineral were babies. The Informant was born there.

Currently, we live in North Carolina, which is approximately as far from San Diego as you can get. Our life here is a lot different from what it was when we lived there. We have no built-in babysitters, and no last-minute family help when there’s an emergency. There are no weekend barbecues with extended family. There’s no Grandma reading to them before bed, or Grandpa attending a Cub Scout pack meeting.

Aunt Julie (pregnant with a new cousin) and Cousin It at J Street Marina

Luckily my children don’t seem to mind. They don’t remember living near their San Diego family, and we’ve never lived closer than a 2h plane ride from my family. They don’t expect the closeness that comes with physical proximity with family. But it bothers me. I grew up living no more than 20 minutes from my grandparents, and approximately that same distance from aunts and uncles and cousins. And while we weren’t always close, they were always there.

Face-painted family!

So I make an effort to bridge the distance with my in-laws. We call and text — and thank goodness for Skype! Sometimes the kids’ homeschool copywork is a letter to an aunt or a cousin. And on those rare occasions when we do get a chance to visit family, I try not to sweat the small stuff — like the Cheetos — and just let my children enjoy themselves with their family.

My Masterpiece and My Chemical Romance’s Grams

However, as soon as we got on the plane to go home, I told the girls that I never wanted to see another Cheeto for as long as I live.

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Carnival of Natural Parenting -- Hobo Mama and Code Name: MamaVisit Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama to find out how you can participate in the next Carnival of Natural Parenting!

Please take time to read the submissions by the other carnival participants:

(This list will be live and updated by afternoon May 8 with all the carnival links.)

  • Dealing With Unsupportive Grandparents — In a guest post at Natural Parents Network, The Pistachio Project tells what to do when your child’s grandparents are less than thrilled about your parenting choices.
  • Parenting With Extended Family — Jenny at I’m a full-time mummy shares the pros and cons of parenting with extended family…
  • Parental Support for an AP Mama — Meegs at A New Day talks about the invaluable support of her parents in her journey to be an AP mama.
  • Priceless GrandparentsThat Mama Gretchen reflects on her relationship with her priceless Grammy while sharing ways to help children preserve memories of their own special grandparents.
  • Routines Are Meant To Be Broken — Olga at Around The Birthing Ball urges us to see Extended Family as a crucial and necessary link between what children are used to at home and the world at large.
  • It Helps To Have A Village – Even A Small One — Jennifer at Hybrid Rasta Mama discusses how she has flourished as a mother due to the support of her parents.
  • The Orange Week — Erika at Cinco de Mommy lets go of some rules when her family finally visits extended family in San Diego.
  • One Size Doesn’t Fit All — Kellie at Our Mindful Life realizes that when it comes to family, some like it bigger and some like it smaller.
  • It Takes a Family — Alicia at What’s Next can’t imagine raising a child without the help of her family.
  • A new foray into family — As someone who never experienced close extended family, Lauren at Hobo Mama wrestles with how to raise her kids — and herself — to restart that type of community.
  • My Mama Rocks! — Kat at Loving {Almost} Every Moment is one lucky Mama to have the support and presence of her own awesome Mama.
  • Embracing Our Extended Family — Deb Chitwood at Living Montessori Now shares 7 ideas for nurturing relationships with extended family members.
  • Doing Things Differently — Valerie at Momma in Progress shares how parenting her children far away from extended family improved her confidence in her choices.
  • Snapshots of love — Caroline at stoneageparent describes the joys of sharing her young son’s life with her own parents.
  • Parenting with Relies – A mixed bagUrsula Ciller shares some of her viewpoints on the pros and cons of parenting with relatives and extended family.
  • Tante and Uncles — How a great adult sibling relationship begets a great relationship with aunt and uncles from Jennifer at True Confessions of a Real Mommy.
  • Tips for Traveling With Twins — Megan at the Boho Mama shares some tips for traveling with infant twins (or two or more babies!).
  • Parenting passed through the generations — Shannon at Pineapples & Artichokes talks about the incredible parenting resource that is her found family, and how she hopes to continue the trend.
  • My Family and My Kids — Jorje of Momma Jorje ponders whether she distrusts her family or if she is simply a control freak.
  • Parenting with a Hero — Rachel at Lautaret Bohemiet reminisces about the relationship she shared with her younger brother, and how he now shares that closeness in a relationship with her son.
  • Text/ended Family — Kenna of A Million Tiny Things wishes her family was around for the Easter egg hunt… until she remembers what it’s actually like having her family around.
  • Two Kinds of Families — Adrienne at Mommying My Way writes about how her extended family is just as valuable to her mommying as her church family.
  • My ‘high-needs’ child and ‘strangers’ — With a ‘high-needs’ daughter, aNonyMous at Radical Ramblings has had to manage without the help of family or friends, adapting to her daughter’s extreme shyness and allowing her to socialise on her own terms.
  • Our Summer Tribe — Justine at The Lone Home Ranger shares a love of her family’s summer reunion, her secret to getting the wisdom of the “village” even as she lives 1,000 miles away.
  • My Life Boat {Well, One of Them} — What good is a life boat if you don’t get it? Grandparents are a life boat MomeeeZen loves!
  • Dear Children — In an open letter to her children, Laura at Pug in the Kitchen promises to support them as needed in her early days of parenting.
  • Yearning for Tribal Times — Ever had one of those days where everything seems to keep going wrong? Amy at Anktangle recounts one such day and how it inspired her to think about what life must’ve been like when we lived together in large family units.
  • I don’t have a village — Jessica Claire at Crunchy-Chewy Mama wishes she had family nearby but appreciates their support and respect.
  • Trouble With MILs– Ourselves? — Jaye Anne at Wide Awake Half Asleep explains how her arguments with her mother-in-law may have something to do with herself.
  • A Family Apart — Melissa at Vibrant Wanderings writes about the challenges, and the benefits, of building a family apart from relatives.
  • First Do No Harm — Zoie at TouchstoneZ asks: How do you write about making different parenting choices than your own family experience without criticizing your parents?
  • Military Family SeparationAmy Willa shares her feelings about being separated from extended family during her military family journey.
  • Forging A Village In The Absence Of One — Luschka from Diary of a First Child writes about the importance of creating a support network, a village, when family isn’t an option.
  • Respecting My Sister’s Parenting Decisions — Dionna at Code Name: Mama‘s sister is guest posting on the many roles she has as an aunt. The most important? She is the named guardian, and she takes that role seriously.
  • Multi-Generational Living: An Exercise in Love, Patience, and Co-Parenting — Boomerang Mama at The Other Baby Book shares her experience of moving back in with Mom and Dad for 7 months, and the unexpected connection that followed.
  • A Heartfelt Letter to Family: Yes, We’re Weird, but Please Respect Us Anyway — Sheila of A Living Family sincerely expresses ways she would appreciate her extended family’s support for her and her children, despite their “weird” parenting choices.
  • The nuclear family is insane! — Terri at Child of the Nature Isle is grateful for family support, wishes her Mum lived closer, and feels an intentional community would be the ideal way to raise her children.

Video: Imperial Beach, San Diego

My fondest memory from taking this video is my lack of butt pain at the time. You just don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone. Or until it’s only gone when you’re taking copious amounts of prescription opiates.

Recent Family Pictures

I posted on my Facebook Cinco de Mommy that I would like some blog inspiration this morning. I’m feeling like I want to WRITE but nothing is coming to mind. Here are some recent family pictures

Why she is Cousin It

My Masterpiece, playing dress up with her ponies and princesses, on her car rug.

The Informant, coloring. I love her haircut.

Animal, fighting a Nerf war on his birthday.

Mineral at Pinewood Derby (his car tied for Most Unique)

My Family Christmas Card

I’ve always been a little worried about posting pictures of my kids online. You never know what absolute psychos want to LOOK AT PICTURES OF MY FAMILY ONLINE!

Probably like fifty or so.

But the thing is, I want more blog readers. Someone suggested that I add pictures to my blog. Personal pictures. (Not that personal.)

Here I present to you, dear readers, my family:

It finally happened

My Chemical Romance subscribed to my blog. Hallelujah! I am up to, like, seven or eight active subscribers.

I think the reason that he didn’t subscribe before was that he lives with me, so he hears about all this stuff anyway, in person. And it might be more funny to read about it than to live with it. I’m not sure. Personally, I think I’m hilarious (and awesome). He has a pretty low-brow sense of humor, so maybe I’m just completely over his head. Or the stress of being the sole breadwinner for a family of seven (plus a dog) gets to him, and on top of living with me (and the six others and the dog) he doesn’t want to read about us.

For the most part, My Chemical romance supports all my wacky ideas. (And he doesn’t always say I TOLD YOU SO later, even when I’m sure he was thinking that from the beginning.) He even supports me in my hobbies that take my time away from my family:

  • being in BIRTH in 2008
  • doula-ing and teaching childbirth classes (and doing the certifications to become a doula and childbirth instructor)
  • NaNoWriMo (I won last year, in 14 days!)
  • Hula hooping (this is the second time I’ve sworn hooping and I are BFFs)
  • Midwifery school and apprenticeship (I’ll write about that someday)
  • getting pregnant with The Informant when Animal and Mineral were 18mo (BAD IDEA. They are so close together in age)
  • Couch-t0-5K and then running two 5K races (before my weight loss surgery! I was a lady clydesdale, as they say.)
  • having weight loss surgery
  • eating ice cream and spending the next 24 hours on the toilet (only worthwhile if it’s Coldstone, imo)
  • homebirth (at first he said no. Then I laughed.)
  • homeschooling — and unschooling for a year
Some of these things are like DUH, WHY WOULDN’T HE SUPPORT ME, and granted when you’re married to someone, They’re like kind of legally obligated to support you. But still, I appreciate him. Most of all, I appreciate the financial support that allows me to stay at home. I cannot imagine being away from the kids all day — maybe once in a while, but not five days a week.

Leaving the Museum with Five Kids

I’m lucky to have moved to a very kid-friendly area. There are TONS of parks (and as you have read, it’s my goal to go to each and every park in the county while we live here), museums, fairs and festivals and the like.

Some people ask how I can possible go anywhere with five kids, and the answer is that I have to or I’ll go nuts. Also, my youngest non-baby is four now, so they’re all old enough to be responsible. When we go somewhere, I make sure we have water and if I’m really organized, I bring quesadillas to eat.

Here’s an example of my day at a local kids museum. Getting there is the easy part; keeping track of everyone is another story. I don’t mind if Animal and Mineral run off, since they’re older, and The Informant can usually be found doing arts and crafts. My Masterpiece stays with me (by her choice). Porcelain is usually in the Ergo or another such baby carrier.

Aside: baby carriers have made my life more manageable. Without my carriers, I could not get anything done. Porcelain loves being so close, and I love the use of my hands! I was totally obsessed with baby carriers when I was pregnant and now I know why. I’m considering selling my Becco and buying a Boba. My Ergo is the go-to, but she likes to lean back and nearly fall out.

So, we’re at the museum, everyone is having fun — including me — and it’s a great day. Then it’s time to go home. This is where life gets challenging.  The process of leaving takes about forty-five minutes. First I find My Masterpiece, who has to pee. As I take her to the bathroom, I come across Animal who is running off somewhere. I tell him we’re leaving in five minutes, and ask if he knows where Mineral or The Informant is. He shakes his head and darts off. I have 2/5 children.

After My Masterpiece’s bathroom trip, she wants to go to the baby area for a few minutes while I gather everyone else. I make her promise to stay there. I have 1/5 children (and that’s a given since the one is attached to me).

I find Mineral playing on a replica of a battle ship. I drag him away. He has no idea where Animal is — I’m always like, “You’re an identical twin! Use your twin intuition!” and they both look at me like, “How the eff would I know where he is? You watch way too many Lifetime movies. Twintuition isn’t real.” I have 2/5 children.

Mineral and I find My Masterpiece at the arts/crafts table, away from the baby area where she promised she’d stay. I have 3/5 children.

Mineral has to pee. I tell him to stay in the lobby after he uses the bathroom, and I’ll meet him there when I have everyone. I have 2/5 children.

I look for Animal and The Informant, certain that every time I go upstairs, they’re behind me going downstairs and we’re just missing each other. I cannot find either of them. I still have 2/5 children.

I have officially looked EVERYWHERE for Animal and The Informant. I can only hope that Mineral is staying in the lobby. I still have 2/5 children.

I finally find Animal in the middle of the lobby. He wants to go off while I look for The Informant, swearing that he’ll stay where he says, but I insist he stay with me. He pouts. I have 3/5 children.

We catch up with Mineral, who is not in the lobby like he said he would be, but instead has gone back to the battle ship. Animal shrieks about the unfairness that Mineral gets to play while he has to be dragged around, so I give them both five more minutes on the battle ship while I look for The Informant. I have 2/5 children.

I have really really looked EVERYWHERE for The Informant. She is not at the arts/crafts area. She is not in the dress up area. She is not in the bathroom. She is not in the baby area. She is not in the stuffed animal area. She is obviously just behind me, going upstairs when I go down, and vice-versa. I head back to the battle ship. I have 2/5 children.

Porcelain needs a diaper change. My Masterpiece wants to wait in the lobby while I change her. I have 1/5 children.

After the diaper change, I catch up with My Masterpiece, and we pick up Animal and Mineral at the battle ship. It’s a damn miracle. I have 4/5 children. The most unfortunate part of this scenario is that we’re at the very back of the museum, which means we have to walk through the entire museum to get to the entrance/exit, and my chances of keeping track of all four children while walking through the entire museum with its enticing exhibits and fun stations are not good.

We manage to make it to the lobby without incident, and with promises of coming back in the next couple weeks (we have a membership). The Informant is still missing. The museum isn’t THAT big. I literally have no idea where she is, so I sit and wait in the lobby, sure that eventually she’ll show up.

Five minutes later we’re still waiting, and I make my children swear upon pain of drinking baking soda and Floradix that they will stay there while I go find The Informant. I ask them all to look me in the eye while they promise. (Will it work? Maybe. When I get serious and it’s time to go, they usually understand.)

I finally find The Informant at the giant chess and checkers station. She has 234523525 pieces of artwork she wants to bring home. She makes a pile and carries it, and we walk to the lobby, where — it’s a miracle! — my three other children are waiting somewhat patiently. I treat them each to a candy bar from the gift shop.

Now we just have to go outside and walk to the car, crossing several main streets, and we’ll officially be on our way home.

Facebook: Proving I’m an idiot since 2009.

Lately My Chemical Romance has been traveling a lot for work. And inevitably as soon as he walks out the door, something in the house starts leaking, falling down, breaking or bleeding. I’m not a huge fan of solo parenting; the only reason we have so many kids is that we made a deal early in our marriage: as long as he let me sleep in every weekend helped me as much as possible, we could have a large family. Usually My Chemical Romance is very helpful. But that’s when he’s here.

Last week, it was the air conditioner.

You may have heard me mention that our a/c kind of sucks? It’s weak, especially after living in Arizona for three years, in a ranch style house that I kept like a sub-zero freezer. That place got frigid. Here, I usually can’t get the temperature below 78* or 77*, and I sleep with the overhead fan on and an oscillating fan pointed directly at me. Meanwhile, the day My Chemical Romance left, I noticed the downstairs was 82*. I tried my usual tricks of turning off every light, unplugging everything and turning on all the overhead fans. 81*. Finally I posted on Facebook.

Everyone on FB was really helpful, including my uncle who gave a lengthy explanation about the difference between leaving the fan on “auto” versus leaving the fan on “on,” and most people suggested I turn my house into a cave with all the shades drawn, and reminded me that a/c isn’t really made to get the temperature more than 20* lower than the outside temp, which was right around 100*, so really, NOTHING WAS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE. Ha. Am I the only person who sweats when she gets up off the couch to get something to eat?

Eventually, I went outside to check on the units (one sucky upstairs unit, one sucky downstairs unit), and noticed that one wasn’t spinning at all. At which point I realized that for as helpful as My Chemical Romance is, he’s really totally not helpful when he’s NOT HOME and isn’t planning to return home before 7pm. So I called a HVAC company and explained the situation, mostly like, “Hi, my a/c isn’t working. Please help me.”

The HVAC company threw around a lot of big words like broken and frozen and 20 to 40 minute response time before we’re in your area until the really nice receptionist asked me about the breaker. The what-huh-now? The breaker? The thing in the garage above the deep freezer full of breastmilk, that My Chemical Romance sometimes flips on and off after the vacuum cleaner stops working? That thing? Yes, we have one in the garage above the deep freezer full of breastmilk, the My Chemical Romance sometimes flips on and off after the vacuum cleaner stops working. Can I go flip it on and off? Well, okay. Sure.

And it was like god herself said, let their be air. And let it be cold, and be fruitful and multiply, and bring down the temperature of the downstairs…

So I went back to Facebook, where my many “friends” had assumed that just because I have a Bachelor’s Degree from the University of Michigan, that means I will check if something is plugged in before I turn it on. I will not, clearly.

An Answer to “What’s It Like, Having So Many Kids?”

Well, this was just ONE DAY, but it’s fairly representative of my life:

Wake up to Mineral telling me sheepishly that he wet the bed. Silently thank the goddess I have plastic mattress protectors on all beds in this house. Decide it’s a good time to wash and change his and Animal’s sheets.

Wash sheets, mattress pads, pillow cases and blankets.

Wash cloth diapers.

Decide I am really craving a quiche or a strata or something baked, with eggs in it. Start to make a strata with cheese, ham and broccoli. The Informant and My Masterpiece want to help. While trying to “help,” they break six eggs. On the floor.

Wash towels. My washer and dryer are now entirely occupied by egg shells.

It’s hot, and we’re out of milk. Luckily, the place where we buy raw milk — yes, of course we drink raw milk! — also sells ice cream. Tell the kids it’s time for a treat, we’re going out for milk and ice cream! Arrive at store. Kids run inside. I unbuckle Porcelain and cuddle her against me. She smiles, coughs, and begins vomiting all over me and down my shirt.

There is regurgitated egg strata on my neck. There is a broccoli floret on my shorts. There is vomit in my bra.

Stare at her for a moment, then look at kids inside the store, and say out loud, “I have no idea what to do right now.”

Think of my mother. She’s good in crisis, What would she do? Realize the answer is, Buy her way out of this nightmare.

Motion at The Informant to return outside, gesturing at myself and Porcelain. Curse myself for not carrying several large towels — or perhaps even a horse trough and a hose —  in my minivan, since I have only a few wipes that wouldn’t even clean my shoes. Hand my debit card over to The Informant, telling her to go back inside and buy me a shirt in size large, please. She returns minutes later with a neon-blue and pink shirt that screams CAROLINA GIRL!

Well, okay. I suppose I am kind of a Carolina Girl, though I’m neither a native Carolinian nor a “girl.”

Remove vomit-covered shirt and put it in a plastic bag. Yep, that’s me, changing my clothes in a parking lot by the freeway in South Carolina.

Go inside, get ice cream — in a cone! while the kids whine that they have to eat from cups. Too bad life isn’t fair, kids! — get milk, get parmesan cheese (which we were out of), get the hell out of the store. Torrential downpour begins, while I’m buckling in Porcelain. My car smells like wet children and strata vomit (ham, broccoli, and cheese).

Arrive home. Shower. Make dinner. Weep.

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