…than spending some time here in Woods Hole with my boys. They can spend hours playing on the beach in front of the house. It is a nice break to have so much built in entertainment here.
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Haven’t read it yet, but Texans Care for Children is a a trustworthy organization. I’ll say more once I’ve had a chance to look at it. In the meantime, please read it for yourself. http://txchildren.org/Report Get involved! If there’s something bothering you related to kids, your kids, let your representatives know what matters to you and what you wish to see. Take advantage of our democratic system whenever the welfare of your kids is involved.
I have met many people during my time in Belgrade, but most I have not gotten to know well. Here, I’m not a social worker; I’m not a fifth-grade teacher; I’m not a Birkenstock-wearing Bela Fleck-loving Capitol Grounds Coffee-drinker. I’m not a Waldorfian, a “Commie“, or a former stilt-walker. I’m the lady who always wears her baby in a wrap. So, wherever I go, whether it’s the IWC playgroup or a social coffee morning with the ladies of the foreign community, I get question about my various baby-wearing styles. I realize that I’ve become the baby-wearing expert around here, which makes me feel a bit “crunchy” (as in granola eating vegetarian Birkenstock girl, as I was known in my first years as a Texan). I don’t wear my baby for philosophical reasons. I don’t practice “attachment parenting.” I don’t even wear my baby because of any benefits to the health and well-being of my child. I believe it’s the only practical way to taking care of two children who are 19 months apart, living in a walkable city like Belgrade. So, baby-wearing is practical. For young babies, it’s a great way for them to sleep, especially for moms to be out and about with an older child. Young babies can nurse discretely while mom is playing on the playground, or walking to the grocery store (although a shawl is a good idea for extra coverage!). Housework, garden work, and preparing food are much easier when one child can be tied to the back while the other child is sleeping or playing independently. (Note, though, that it’s not a good idea to wear a baby while using sharp knives and cooking over the stove. Mixing up brownies or cookie dough, for example, works just fine.) I’ve started wearing Addis on my back while hanging laundry on the line – despite now having a dryer in the house, I really got into the habit of hanging the laundry while we were in Belgrade, and since its so darn sunny here in Austin, why stop now?! I use two types of baby-wearing devices. I have a very lightweight silk ring sling (made by Ladybugz Slings) and a Moby Wrap. The most important information I share with moms is that the brand name does not matter. Any piece of strong fabric will do, as long as you know how to tie it. Many times my pashmina shawl has served as a sling, wrapped around my baby’s bottom and tied tightly over my right shoulder. Both children (separately) have been tied to my back with cotton fabric I found at my grandfather’s house. Below are some excellent directions for different kinds of wraps using different kinds of fabrics. My personal favorites using the wrap are the cross carry and the back wrap cross carry. Using the sling, I like the front carry and the hip carry. Try different ways of wrapping – you will find that both you and your child have preferences for what works and what doesn’t. YouTube – search for “baby wrap” or “baby sling” Now that Addis is far past 20 lbs, approaching 30 lbs (!!), my only regret is not having invested in an Ergo Wrap. The truth is that it’s inconvenient, when in the HEB Parking lot, to pull Addis out of the car seat, throw him on my back, and try to get the wrap situated just right….all under the hot sun, on the hot asphalt, and without any mirror aid. It’s doable, just inconvenient. I have an impression that the Ergo skips a few steps, making it much simpler to get that baby secure on my back. So, if you’ve got young children or are planning to have some more, go for the Ergo (or similar – lots of products out there now). New photos of our recent adventure to Dubrovnik, Croatia, and Kotor, Montenegro, as well as around our new springy Belgrade. After a long winter with lots of gray days, it is finally sunny and colorful here. By now, of course, we’re known as foreigners. The boys and I come and go all day, up and down the elevator, passing by the men who stand around drinking pivo in front of the small market in the basement of our building. We always say, “zdravo” or “dobar dan”, or I say to Perrin, “kaže ćao!” and he does. We are quite conspicuous, being two attractive children, one giant foreign double stroller, and a lady who doesn’t wear enough clothes. Every day someone looks at me incredulously and says, “Oy, hladno!?” I understand that comment, but I am sure that much is said behind our backs that I can’t understand. Perhaps this is a benefit of only knowing about 10 words in the local language. This afternoon, I walked downstairs with Addis to buy some tomatoes (no luck, the market was selling only onions, celery root, and carrots). One of the pivo-drinking men stopped me saying, “Can I ask you a question? Are you English, Irish, or Celtic?” His eyebrows raise when I say, “none of the above. I’m American!” I tell him I’m from Texas when he asks. “This is wonderful!” he exclaims, clapping his hands together. “You know, the Texan women are the most like us in their mentality.” I ask how so, not having the heart then to correct him and say I’m not really a Texan woman, I’m really from Boston and Vermont and my parents are from…. He says, struggling now to find the proper English words, “Well, the Texan women are very strong minded, and beautiful.” He’s very pleased to count me as one of those “most like Serbian” Texas women. I wonder if he would have made the same claims if I had told him I was from Nebraska? Where does he get this notion that Texas women, above all other Americans, are the most like Serbian women? Anyone else out there have thoughts about the similarities between real Texas women and Serbians?
Our post-Christmas adventure involved two new experiences for me – traveling to a new country and seeing my first glacier! We loaded up the kids in their carseats after packing a bag full of diapers, wipes, rice cakes (Perrin’s new favorite snack), raisins, juice cups, and fresh french pastries, and got on the french autobahn, A40, towards Italy!
We arrived in Yvoire, France, on Sunday evening after a long day of travel (me solo with the kids), picked up at the airport by my aunt and uncle. We are staying in their tiny cottage in the countryside. Very quaint, this cottage was a chalet brought down from the mountains to serve as a main house rather than a rural ski lodge. Today, an ambitious car ride, adventuring to Abondance, high above Lake Geneva in the French Alps. The road is riddled with tight hairpin turns and switchbacks, tunnels through the rocks, and gorgeous views of craggy mountains and valleys. The town of Abondance is a tiny, perfect alpine village, the central feature of which is a 12th century Abbaye. We ate Fondue at Brasserie Gagneux, then walked up to the gondola lift near the middle of town, which was under construction (no snow yet) and very good entertainment for Perrin. Although there is no meaningful snow yet, the ground in any shady spot was covered with frost. No pictures today, I forgot my camera! I will have to revisit the place, maybe when Jeff arrives next week, and snap some photos of the kiddos enjoying the crisp fresh alpine air! In the meantime, you can do a google image search on Abondance, France, and be jealous. |
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