Sunday, February 27, 2011

Hope


On this quiet Sunday afternoon, I just wanted to take a time-out to mention a friend of mine, a mom who in the past 4 years, has shown tremendous dedication, patience and strength.

My friend Melissa has a 4 year old son, Beckett, a handsome little boy with the bluest eyes you have ever seen. Beckett was recently diagnosed with autism.

I can't begin to imagine what Melissa has gone through, throughout the process of this diagnosis, but I am in total awe of how she has handled it with remarkable grace and undeniable perseverance.

It is moms like Melissa who make me strive to be the best parent I can be.

Beckett has been a gift to our family. To show us that everyone is different, but beautiful just the same.

Here is a link to a video that touched my heart and I'm sure will touch yours.




5th annual Walk For Hope and Family Fun Day to support Autism Society of Acadiana will be held in Parc International, downtown Lafayette, from 9am to 1pm, on March 26th. LA Online Registration closes at midnight on 3/20/11. After then only walk up registrations ($20) will be taken.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Allons pêcher papa!


When I was nursing Luke through the night I would dream of a time when his father would be able to take him fishing for the week-end. Well, that time has come and I'm as happy and grateful as I thought I'd be! :-) Bring home some trout and reds Luke!

Friday, February 25, 2011

POP


''Now can I please go outside and play mom?''

''No, you're going to sit here and watch until Johnny and Baby do ''the lift'' and Baby's dad realizes that Johnny wasn’t Penny's baby daddy after all!''

For those of you who don't know, Johnny is Patrick Swayze and Baby is Jennifer Grey in the BEST romantic, I want to abandon my plans of being a successful doctor and instead teach the Mambo with Patrick Swayze at a family holiday camp, movie....Dirty Dancing.

I have this obsession with making sure my kids are connoisseurs of the pop icons I was obsessed with growing up, both during my childhood and my later college years. Well, the pop sensations ''I'' consider icons.

There is no way in hell my kids will not recognize a song from the Thriller or Like A Virgin album.

Some parents want their kids to be able to read before even starting school, I, on the other hand think it's undeniably important that they are able to perform, with their air guitar of course, the beyond sensational guitar solo from Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lot of Love. (Hardly what you would call a pop icon from the 80-90s but nonetheless of utmost importance....and this proven by the fact that Word spellcheck just corrected the word Zeppelin when I accidentally wrote it with only 1 p).

(I'm going to save the Snoop and Dr. Dre for when they get just a little older).

Music and movies played a leading role in my life and still do.

Am I alone?

Maybe it's a way for me to keep in touch with my younger self , or maybe it's a just a need for me to want to share with my kids the things that helped shaped my life and experiences.

(I'm sure my parents are real happy to hear that Dirty Dancing and Snoop are things I consider life shaping factors in my life:-))

I try not to get to compulsive about it, but rest assured, I am thoroughly satisfied when my kids scream out ''Micheal Jackson'' after only a few notes of P.Y.T on the radio.

I am fully aware that they, themselves, are going to have their very own life shaping music and movie icons, but at least they will KNOW about mine....even if half the time they'll be rolling their eyes at their crazy mom doing air drum solos to Ramble On.

(p.s I did not actually force my daughter to sit through Dirty Dancing....well, just through the good parts:-))

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

10 Things I Hate (Love) About You!


photo by Gwen Aucoin www.gwenaucoin.com





  1. Your long razor sharp nails.

  2. Your incessant need for juice.

  3. Caillou.

  4. Your sticky hands.

  5. Your need to stand on my bare feet while I'm cooking dinner. It F#&!ing hurts!

  6. Waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me if it's time to wake up.

  7. The fact that you can break the Turkish vase my husband lugged around for weeks in his backpack and just turn around and ask me for some Mac-n-cheese.

  8. Your obsession with Mac-n-cheese.

  9. Not making it in time to the bathroom because you were too busy “styling” your hair with Vick's vapor rub.

  10. Getting mad at ME for the fact that you have to put clothes on before leaving the house.


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Your're teaching them French?


I am raising bilingual kids.

Actually, I'm raising trilingual kids....French, English and whatever the acid trip inspired language DJ Lance from Yo Gabba Gabba is talking.

French is their maternal language, but they have learned to speak English almost by osmosis...they had to in order to survive in a predominately English region.

My first language is French, but I've basically known English since a time when Sesame Street hadn’t sold out to more ''new age'', ''trendy'' characters and Count Von Count was still creepily counting his bats (maybe he's still around?...please correct me if I'm wrong:-)).

My husband's first language is English, but he learned how to speak French fluently in France in his late 20s and early 30s. (I was, at the time, probably working on a 6th grade science project or something of the sort...yeah, that's right..there's an 18 year difference between me and my husband...but, that's a whole other story).

The first words spoken to my children, straight out of the womb, were in French.

Which leads me to one of my pet peeves (being a Type A, perfectionist, control freak, makes for far too many pet peeves).

When I'm somewhere with my kids, be it at the park or in a store, people will stop me and say, in a cutesy way, ''Ahhh, you're teaching your kids French!''

To me it's the equivalent of telling them, ''Ahhh, how cute, you're teaching your kids how to walk!''

I am not ''teaching'' my kids how to speak French. They just do. Just like your kids speak English.

Now, I do understand why someone would say that, being in region where French speaking kids are not necessarily very common, but it still drives me crazy.

Basically, and I know it sounds dramatic, but one of my biggest fears when starting a family in an area that was not predominately French, was that my kids would speak to me in English.

Joseph probably singing in french:-) Photo by gwen Aucoin www.gwenaucoin.com
I was not convinced that by me speaking to them in my native tongue would be sufficient to keep the language alive in our home.

I'm very relieved to share that it has been sufficient, at least until now, and thankfully the strong emphasis this region has on Cajun culture and its French heritage has helped me with the task of sharing its importance with my kids.

Speaking 2 or more languages can in fact be very advantageous to children.

In fact, today I read in the Daily Advertiser that speaking 2 languages may delay getting Alzheimer's. (Actually, I lie...my husband read it then told me about it...I was either wrestling our 2 year old to get him dressed or watching a morning rerun of E's The Soup)

I remember, when my first child was born, many around us were concerned that she would confuse the two languages.

I was therefore happy to read in this article that ''...both languages are essentially turned on all the time, but the brain learns to inhibit the one you don't need....bilingual babies learn very early to pay attention better.''

Now I can use these scientific terms instead of my standard unscientific answer: ''No, she just gets it.''

Anyhow, all that to say that my kids speak both French and English, they don't confuse the two and if you see a mom with her French speaking offspring please don't ask her if she is ''teaching'' them French. If you feel the urge to say something, a simple, ''It's so lovely to hear your children speak French.'' would be greatly appreciated:-)

Merci et bonne journée:-)

If you're interested in reading the article on children and multilingualism here's a link to it: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20110218/ap_on_he_me/us_med_language_aging or for a French version go to: http://www.journalmetro.com/plus/article/778114--le-bilinguisme-reduirait-les-effets-de-l-alzheimer

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Just Dance!


This is what you might see on a Sunday morning in our house.





Emmylou prefers Katy Perry and Luke tends to veer more towards Train or something with loud drum and/or guitar solos....Joseph just follows:-)

No matter the music, there's a whole lot of booty shaking and what looks like innovative new break dancing moves going on.

Dancing is freeing. Once you just let your body do what is wants, you let go.

Surrender to the music.

Which brings me to my Saturday morning a couple weeks ago.

My friend Melissa just started a dance class and had invited a few of her friends to come participate... to get her feet wet so to speak.

So, me and two other friends, all dressed up in our workout attire, hopped on our bikes and headed downtown to Cité des Arts to bust a move.

Can I just say that after days of being cooped up in this cold weather, a nice bike ride in the sun followed by an extremely fun and liberating dance class was exactly what I needed.

Melissa Stevenson, a music teacher at Ascension Day School, sure knows how to put a smile on your face.

After many aerobic or whatever classes, where teachers take themselves a little too seriously, it's refreshing to be able to go somewhere, in your nasty, torn, old workout clothes and not feel like you're the only one in the room who didn't get the memo that legwarmers were back in style. Where you can just let loose and ENJOY the hour of exercise.

Melissa mixes up zumba, hip-hop, booty shakin and put a ring on it styles that she's mastered through cheerleading, various dance classes and years of dancing in her living room (like we all do). Pair that with upbeat, tempo music and you've got yourself an hour of revitalizing cardio.

So after the class, a few other ladies and I went to lunch where the conversation was nothing short of a (much cooler:-))scene from The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, but had nothing to do with Chucky Cheese and potty training schedules which made me wildly content.

Not a bad way to spend a Saturday morning!

If you're interested in coming to Melissa Stevenson's dance class, they are now held downtown at Cité des Arts on Saturday mornings from 11:00 to 12:00 (soon to be offered on Thursday nights at 6:30 p.m.). First class is free, then $8 per class after that. For more information you can contact Melissa at melstevenson1@gmail.com.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Fake It Till You Make It!


The other day I got a text from a friend of mine telling me that, in his advanced developmental psych class, he had discussed the child rearing strategy my husband and I use.

Not knowing exactly what he meant by ''rearing'', my immediate reaction was, ''F*&#!! Now child services will surely be knocking down my door!'' Thanks buddy.

When he finally explained that child ''rearing'' strategies was actually a fancy word for raising your kids, I relaxed...well, just a bit...that would probably still justify a visit from child services.

Anyhow, he proceeded to explain that he was actually paying me a compliment and that he had explained to his class how good we were at ''rearing'' our kids..(ha ha)....to which I replied:

''Would you mind explaining to me what my strategies are? . . .who knew ?. . .I have strategies?”

He never got around to explaining them to me, but it got me thinking about what parenting strategies I think I use.

This was my conclusion: Fake it till you make it!

That's my strategy.

Basically, I have no clue what the hell I'm doing, but I'm sure not going to let my kids know that...they have a sixth sense about that kind of stuff.

They start foaming at the mouth if they realize I don't have a clue how to handle an escalating situation (which usually involves meltdowns in the candy aisle at Walmart or something of the sort).
Not Walmart this time, Target. The situation was quickly averted with mention of Toys R Us!

All we can do as parents is try (or fake) our very best and hope they'll grow up to be reasonable.

Or, in the words of the wise Phil Dunphy of ABC's Modern Family, '' Your parents fake their way through it. You fake your way through it. And hopefully you don't raise a serial killer.''