A combination of setting up Babies yesterday in a hopeless attempt to get ER to nap, a discussion of (not joking) AU Potterverse childcare, and dealing with kids led me to the conclusion that one of the reasons that information-age parenting is hard is that information-age life does not have a lot of useful things for three year olds to do.

I mean, if you're a hunter-gatherer you can have a three year old pull berries off a bush and put them in the basket, and so long as the kid stays in mostly the area they're busy and occupied and productively contributing.

Farms have no shortage of work to do, and some of that work can be broken down into similar 'sort the rocks out of this heap' or 'fill this bucket with stuff' small child tasks.

It gets more complicated when one gets increasingly trade-based, because of the increasing skill levels.

And now?

... ... so FM says to me yesterday, "Mama, how do you spell 'dot com'?"

And then I had to tease out from half-understood questions and half-understood answers whether she was trying to spell it or put in a URL....
kiya: (mama)
( Nov. 11th, 2014 12:37 am)
KJ is singing "Let it Go" in her sleep.

This is at least more coherent and comprehensible than most of the things [livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan says in his sleep....
KJ is joyously partaking of a special treat outside.

A hot dog with a bun.
kiya: (mama)
( Dec. 5th, 2013 04:13 pm)
Dance around singing "Happy birthday to Han'kah! Happy birthday to you!"
Seeking recommendations from fellow parents: good basic anatomy book for small children, particularly one that doesn't bowdlerise the genitalia?
"She's like a vegetarian wolverine!"
kiya: (mama)
( Feb. 1st, 2012 06:07 pm)
We did a dry run today of me on solo parenting duty so I'm not blindsided when [livejournal.com profile] whispercricket goes back to work. THis has meant managing bottles (a new skill), trying to handle two children at once (though this was made easier by KJ going off to "Find Mommy!" and being atypically self-contained today), and so on.

I have survived.

But I am waiting for [livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan to get home so I can go off-shift.
kiya: (mama)
( Aug. 26th, 2010 06:20 pm)
There is a little playground about a quarter of a mile down the road, hidden in the trees and fences such that we only noticed it was there when we saw a tandem stroller trying to make the cross to get to it.

Today I brought KJ there.

It was ...

She spent a while sitting snuggled in my lap filling my socks with sand, and a more apt metaphor for parenthood I know not. I sang to her, and she jumped and startled every time a truck went by beyond the fence.

After a bit, I put her midway down on one of the plastic slides - there was a sort of twin slide, and I put her on the inner curve - and slid her down. We did that one or two more times, and then she sat at the bottom, dug her toes into the sand, turned, and started to climb.

She clambered up the slide to the first curve, and slid down. And dug her toes in, planted her hands flat on the blue plastic, and kept going. I lay down on the other slide and watched her climb. Every failure made her laugh, gleeful in her experience of unsuccess. She gripped the sides of the slide, pulled herself to her feet, and clambered, a little higher this time, making it partway up the curve before she slid, cackling, down to the bottom again.

Each setback inspired new joy, new experimentation, and each slide to the bottom was a reward.

And there is a lesson.

I stood next to her as she climbed, and as she reached the curve, I rested one hand under her foot, giving her just a little more purchase.

She made it around the curve. I put my other hand under her other foot, and she kept climbing.

We climbed the slide together, like that, her putting forth the effort, the drive, the desire, and me giving her a place to stand.

She reached the top, and sat there, turning back to me, radiant and laughing, triumphant. She had done the work, and I had helped her find her way up.

A more apt metaphor for parenthood I know not.
Here is the scene:

After a restless and anxious night, mother and baby are sprawled in the master bed, carefully hemmed in with pillows for safety. Baby has finally settled down to not thrashing constantly, though there is a little space between them because baby kicks like a mule.

Mother, hazed and so exhausted that when she closes her eyes she feels like everything in the world reduces to wireframe and starts to spin giddily around her head, squints blearily at sleeping baby.

Sleeping baby rolls onto her side.

Baby's arms come up, blindly groping, her eyes unopened, flailing with silent, toothless menace. The arms claw forward, grasp, the roll moves a little further.

TIny hands close around a nipple.

The mouth opens ....

(Infancy: the Zombie Movie. Booooooooooooooooooobs.)
Really, the Very Hungry Caterpillar is kind of a genius take on the board book genre.

(What with the drilling holes through the pages and all.)
kiya: (bone)
( Jun. 7th, 2009 06:17 pm)
Pregnancy, emotional state, etc.

No skin. )
kiya: (mama)
( Jun. 2nd, 2006 04:06 pm)
Syl on [livejournal.com profile] sexeteria wrote about mothering things for Mother's Day, and I was sort of 'I want to write about this but I don't know how just now', and so I've seen sort of stewing since then. And then today [livejournal.com profile] pantryslut wrote about the parenting bubble thing, and I think I'm coherent enough to start writing.

Bouncy Bubble Babies )


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