This Is Pretty Funny

Hippo began throwing temper tantrums at nine months.  This shows the last part of a pretty nasty one he started in his high chair during dinner.  I came home from work while Hippo was eating and L showed me this helmet he had gotten for Hippo to wear in the bike trailer.  Hippo had a four week period where he was completely obsessed with hats; when he saw the helmet he began demanding to wear it.  It wasn't even out of the package yet and we were eating spaghetti--no one wanted to have to clean up the helmet and so we didn't give it to him to wear until after dinner.

Animal Noises

Summer Fun Photos

Pioneer Day Celebration at L's aunt's house.

We went to the Hogle Zoo in the morning on Pioneer Day.  Hippo got to pet a tortoise!

Unfortunately the Gorilla wasn't on display but I don't think Hippo knew the difference between this one and the real one.

 

We just got a carpet cleaner and Hippo couldn't be more excited.  He has been in love with vacuums since he was old enough to pay attention.

We try and go swimming once a week.  Hippo really loves it.

Positive Attitudes & Good News

My dad called last night.

A major component of our discussion was about my grandparents' ailing health. My Grandma Hazel has dementia and her body and thought functioning has degraded significantly in that she struggles with mobility and communication. My Grandpa Glen recently had a hip replacement procedure which did not take well and consequently has been in agonizing pain; this led the doctors to discover a not-yet-diagnosed heart problem. The related stress is tremendous on their spouses and my parents who do much of their care giving.

Near the end of the conversation my dad asked me if there was any good news, as our conversation had been quite doomy and gloomy. I couldn't think of any. Because a close neighbor and friend (our much respected and valued clergy) has been quite ill, we continue to be involved in a ferocious feud with another neighbor, Henry has been sick, my job (new boss) is not secure, L is working a lot, L is stressed over the GRE, and so on and so forth...

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Pause for a second for me to philosophize on 'positive attitudes.' I don't believe in them. Optimism is for the delusional and for schmucks trying to sell you something.

Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not a pessimist (at least anymore) and I find pessimism boorish and, further, depressing.

But, overly enthusiastic people continue promote the myth that positive people are happier. This is only because ignorance is bliss; unfortunately ignorance is also stupidity, by definition. Stupid people, after all is said and done, are not happier and just may be, due to complications related to their ignorance, less happy than average.

In therapy I cannot think of an instance where it would be effective or helpful for me to respond to some one's suffering by saying, "Let's discuss the bright side of your ________ (problem)." Looking at the positive side of things is simply invalidating. Incredibly, after people feel validated in their suffering is when their suffering eases and they naturally become happier. Only then can they experience and understand the good that came from their problem(s).

I received a text from an old client the other day which reads, "I never thought this day would come..Thanks." His life story (just 20 short years) is so riddled with trauma, loss, disappointment, abuse, rejection, criminal behavior, cognitive delays you would be shocked at the lot this child has been handed in life. His biography could fill an A to Z encyclopedia set, seriously. One pivotal day in therapy he looked up at me (he had been hanging his head) through deep soul-sobs and said, "I wouldn't change any of it." Me: "Really? Not anything?" Him: "No." Me, quietly and incredulously: "Why not?" Him: "Because...I wouldn't be me..." And then he smiled, tearfully.

He is not an example of a positive attitude and fortitude. When he came to me he was broken--completely--by life. It is, instead, a display of the wisdom that comes with experiencing life's crap, embracing the reality of the situation, and working through it in an honest and REALISTIC manner. In a later session he said excitedly, "My whole life has changed!" Me: "No it hasn't." (referring to the fact that he continued to have all of his problems) Him: "Yeah it has." Me, very suspiciously: "How?" Him: "I see it all differently now, I see me different. I like myself. I just always feel like I can do this, whatever happens."

Again, his statements are not that of a positive attitude--that nothing bad will ever happen and that all will be okay. It is a reality-based attitude. What he is saying is that he will face adversity when it arrives and that he will cope when all is not well. AND, he will recognize and cherish those beautiful moments when all is well.

***

I couldn't think of any good news...but I was (am) genuinely happy.

Isn't that the best news of all? Despite all being not well, I am happy. And that I experience joy.

Today I joyed in the following ordinary things:

Spending a warm afternoon swimming while gazing at majestic mountains in the short distance and having the sun's rays beat down upon my shoulders while cool water lapped occasionally over them, with eight other girls varying ages from 47 to seven. All while Hippo slept lazily a short distance away.

Eating nachos supreme.

Being kissed by a slobbery 16 month-old beautiful baby boy.

Feeling the wind rush through my slightly sweaty scalp.

Picking a 27 lb child up out of a crib to have him rest his head on my shoulder.

Feeling the "sweet sorrow" of parting from L as he left for work.

Hearing the neighbor kids argue over who was "going to feed the cats."

Howling with a neighborhood dog.

Eating a sun-ripened raspberry, juicy and a bit warm off of the plant.

Touching Damnit's soft fur as she walked quietly past my head.

Feeling the relief of urinating.

Being cooled by ice water.

Laughing.

Looking forward to Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.

Reading my brother and sister's blogs.

...and men are that they might have joy. --2 Nephi 2:25

I Can't Believe the Cat Just Threw Up On Me And Other Thoughts of the Day

Spending an entire day with myself was a luxury laid to rest last March. Back then I was so thoughtful.  Thinking over work problems, thinking over world problems, thinking over home problems.  Thinking over triumphs, thinking over books read, thinking over meals eaten, thinking over my outfit choice, thinking over my next shoe purchase...thinking, thinking, thinking.

I definitely still think, just different now.  I think more simply, I think.

Here's a sample from today:

OH MY GOSH!  I can't believe the cat just threw up on me!!!!!  And my new white couch!

Doesn't anyone brush their teeth to go to the gym anymore?

When I nearly lost consciousness each time the lady on the bike next to mine turned in my direction

Apparently people with Swine Flu don't go to Target.

When I discovered Target doesn't provide sanitation wipes for carts.

What should I have for dessert tonight?

At 8:45 am

Really.?.

After reading that Feds have come to believe the Patriot Act just may be illegal.

Nobody will ever know if I de-bug my organic garden...will they?

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Maybe I should implement a swear jar.

After the my RS president neighbor overheard me swearing up a storm over a small catastrophe involving a garden hose, a baby, and a lot of mud.

Who knew a bubble blowing stick could be so entertaining?

After Hippo played with it for nearly one hour.

I feel happy.

After seeing a leashed dog become unleased by its owner and bounded across the park's sunny lawn to spring itself in the air after a frisbee.

I hope my Grandpa will be okay.

Cows say "Mooooo", Cats say "Meow", Snakes say "Ssss", Dogs say "Woof, Woof", Sheep say "Baaa"

Wouldn't You Know

It happened again.

That's right.

I was asked if I am a trainer at the gym today.

My head is swelling so huge I can hardly keep it up.

(or is it my biceps that are swelling?)

I'm Cute and Smart

Just to Prove it To You

I really can walk!

I'm Fifteen Months

Did you miss me?

My mommy said people aren't as interested in toddlers as they are in babies and so she wouldn't let me post an update at 13 or 14 months.  But a lot has happened since my birthday.

I can walk!  I know you saw the video a few weeks ago, but I am pretty good at it now.  My cousin Sambo was visiting me this week and since he is so athletic, headed to the 2012 London Olympics in gymnastics (he is 18 months-old), he taught me how to walk REALLY well.  

I have dropped all but one bottle per day--my mommy keeps the one at bedtime because I refuse to drink milk at all unless it is in a bottle and she says I need the nutrients.  I also eat 100% regular food--no more baby food which is super sad for me since I was one in a million that LOVED baby food.  I also have 12 teeth; my fourth molar came in today! My mommy noticed it when she brushed my teeth tonight. 

I am still big for my age.  My mommy thinks I am nearly 30 lbs and I am wearing 18-24 month-old clothes.  Although, I have thinned out quite a bit in the last several weeks which makes my mommy a little sad because she loved my chunkiness.  

I have a large vocabulary which grows just about everyday.  My vocabulary is so large, in fact, most people don't believe my mommy's bragging until they meet me.  Just today I learned how to say 'please,' which I pronounce "peas", "hat", and "sit."  When my mommy came to get me out of bed this morning I grabbed the hat on her head and exclaimed, "HAT!"  She didn't even realize I knew what a hat is.  Most people find my animal noises delightful.  When my daddy asks, "What does a mom say?"  I answer by exclaiming, "No. No! NO!" When my mommy asks, "What does a dad say?" I answer saying, "Der!" I really like to say "hi" to people in the store, even when I don't know them.  My mommy isn't sure if my friendliness makes people feel tickled or feel uncomfortable; she says it makes her feel really uncomfortable.   

I still throw temper tantrums A L-O-T.  It's just that when my mommy doesn't do what I want her to do I get SOOOO ANGRY.  When I throw temper tantrums or when I hit/scratch/scream I go to time out for one minute and even though I cry the whole time I always change my attitude and forgive my mommy. Sometimes my temper tantrums make my mommy laugh but she stops when I look at her so she won't encourage my naughty behavior.  Sometimes they just make her mad.  Like when I head-butted her jugular at the Tracy Aviary last week--it knocked the wind out of her and she almost dropped me on cement.  That's not how I got this shiner, however.  I fell against a train table at the Children's Treehouse Museum in Ogden, Utah.  My mommy wishes it would hurry up and heal so she can stop looking like a child abuser.  I wouldn't stop moving for the camera so sorry about the unclear picture.  

People say I am a ham for attention.  I am not shy at all, which is exactly opposite to my mommy's personality (one more way I am like my daddy).  My mommy hopes my attention seeking is more to do with personality quirkiness than due to emotional instability.

My mommy is most happy that I've started to play with my toys by myself for extended amounts of time (20 or so minutes nearly everyday).  My mommy says she is happy she can check her email or fix dinner in a bit of peace now.  Hmm, we'll see.

I still like to be outside.  My mommy can't figure out why I am willing to eat leaves, sticks, stones, and dirt but not the vegetable she offers.  I even wear the sun hat and sunglasses she puts on me, pretty well.  I love to go for runs/walks in my jogging stroller.  Except to the library, I hate the library.  I love to torture my mommy at the library, however--yelling, screaming, throwing temper tantrums, pulling books off shelves, crawling as fast as I can away from her, crawling out the front door, laughing hysterically loudly, and anything else I can do to make her stress and rush out before she finds something good to read.  

Here is a list of my favorites at this time of life:

Food:   Strawberries and raspberries (from my very own garden), oranges, goldfish crackers,     pretzels, string cheese, peanut butter, graham crackers, chips, cookies, and ice cream*

*You may be wondering why my mommy has given me junk food.  She hasn't.  Other people     have and now she has caved to my pressure (yelling and screaming).  She now gives me               one cookie for eating my dinner well and she will teach me words with ice cream.  Hence,           how I learned "peas" today.

Parent:  Daddy

Toy:  Little People Farm and Little People Tractor

Thing to do:  Feed the cows and drive the tractor with my daddy or go to the gym

Book:  New Hat, Old Hat--Berenstains

Drink:  Water

Time of Day:  Nighttime, I am a night owl like my daddy

Way to Act in Church:  Obnoxious

Household Chore:  Vacuuming

Animal:  Cows and cats

Clothing Item:  Shoes (a word I can say)

Word:  "Moo" and "Baby"

Friend:  Every kid I meet

Songs:  "Boom, Boom, Pow"--Black Eyed Peas; "Poker Face"--Lady GaGa; "Sexes on Fire"--       Kings of Leon; "Your Call"--Secondhand Serenade; "Halo"--Beyonce; The entire Taylor               Swift Fearless album; "Then"--Brad Paisley; "Kiss Through the Phone"--Soulja Boy Tell             'Em Featuring Sammie; "Her Diamonds"--Rob Thomas

Person to Kiss: MOMMY!

Therapeutic Thursday--Parenting 101

Parenting is not easy (I am finding out first hand).  There are some things, however, that are easy enough to avoid and to do in order to give your children a head start on success:

Don't:

-Use drugs

-Abuse your children physically 

-Abuse your children emotionally

-Abuse your children sexually

-Neglect your children

-Criticize your children (that's different from giving constructive feedback)

-Allow anyone else to use drugs around your children

-Allow anyone else to abuse your children physically

-Allow anyone else to abuse your children emotionally

-Allow anyone else to abuse your children sexually

-Allow anyone else to neglect your children

-Stereoptype and label your children

-Give your children everything they want, or everything you want for them

Do:

-Admit to your children when you have made a mistake in parenting them

-Forgive your children quickly and freely

-Teach your children

  Accountability

  Charity

  Mercy

  Forgiveness

  To work hard

  To stand up for others

  Humility

  To work well with others

  Assertiveness--healthy conflict resolution

  Honesty and Integrity

  Manage money

  About healthy lifestyles

-Have patience

-Spend time with them in many different contexts and activities

-Provide for their needs as well as a few wants from time to time

-Read with your children, or to them

-Listen to their thoughts and feelings

-Be democratic when it becomes developmentally appropriate

-Model being a good person

-Know your children's friends, well

Anything to add?

Feeding Cows

Remember When

I  must be in a mushy mood lately because even though I know you've heard this song I just can't get enough of it lately:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Y4NTXT96EM&NR=1

And yes, I remember when 30 seemed old.

Therapeutic Thursday--A Follow Up

We do a lot of following up in therapy… 

Last week I posted about being treated well and as I wrote the post I knew there was something missing. 

Here it is:

I’ve caused hurt.  I’ve caused many people to hurt.  I’ve hurt people. 

This isn’t an apology, by the way, because I HATE those. 

Apologies do little to acknowledge the actual damage that’s been done.  The damage that is left long after…

 

And public statements do little to mend a broken heart.

 

This post isn’t meant to blanket over, by a few flowery statements, the individual harm I’ve caused.  I am not attempting to ease my conscience. Know, my conscience will NEVER be eased. 

 

I have spent many nights thinking of the individuals (specific people) I’ve tossed aside, I’ve condescended, I’ve patronized, I’ve gossiped, I’ve dismissed, I’ve cut off, I’ve ignored, I’ve criticized, I’ve acted better than and self righteous. 

 

One sleepless night I thought of the girl named Rose.  How could I have been so hurtful?

 

Then I thought of others.  Individuals, people, my friends, my family.  With feelings.  With hopes.  With dreams. With potential.  With people who love them and hope that no one will ever trample on them…like I have.

 

If only their mother’s knew where I lived…

 

***

 

The question I get most often in therapy:

                        How could they have done such an awful thing?

                        How could have I done such an awful thing?

 

The answer is so extraordinarily complicated and difficult to understand (and for some it takes years and years of therapy), but here it is:

 

When people have been hurt they often (but not always—those that do not are considered resilient) shut off a portion of their emotions which allow them to accept the harm that has been done to them.  So they can cope.  The unfortunate consequence is they are unable to have empathy (remember, they shut it off)—an appropriate emotional response—for others (at least thoroughly and adequately) and thus, end up hurting.

 

And so the cycle goes.

***

 

I wrote last week about my healing.  My emotional responses—the appropriate and effective ones—have been turned back on. 

 

And to remind myself always to

 

Treat people as if they were what they should be, and you help them become what they are capable of becoming.

--Johann von Goethe

 

of which I am now capable.

A Love Letter

Dear Sun,

I know it's only been nine months since I've seen your morning glow but it feels like the eternities the Bible speaks of.  Each day, instead of concentrating on those things which should occupy my mind, my thoughts are on your warm embrace...which I have missed each second of each minute of each hour of each day of each week of each of nine months.

When are you coming to me?  How many more days will I lie anxiously in wait of your 100+ degree weather?  

I miss you.  I love you. 

Passionately,

Your Not-So-Secret Admirer

***

It has been the wettest June in the nine summers I have lived in Utah.  And my third most favorite day of the year is approaching, the summer solstice (the third only to #1 the first day of Spring and #2 the 4th of July.

RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY!

AND DON'T COME AGAIN SOME OTHER DAY!

Feeding Ducks Thirty Words Later

We especially loved this beautiful black swan.

Hippo doesn't have a great throwing arm quite yet.

This duck mother had ten ducklings in her litter!  She was quite protective nipping at Seagulls when they got near.

Hippo learned how a duck says, "Quack," on this outing.

I've been bragging that Hippo knows more than thirty words.  People do not believe me and I think they are annoyed over the bragging.  Hippo is nearly 15 months-old and not walking very well, took his first steps around 13 months.  He finally crawled around eleven months and has never really mastered the art. Moreover, since he has been s...l...o...w to develop gross motor skills whereas most children master them first in a long list of developmental milestones, I feel I'm entitled to a little bragging.  

Geez.

It's true.  His word count is approximately 35 now that he has learned, "quack". He also learned water, flower, and rag this week.  Sure, they are pronounced, "wah-wah" and "fowah" and "rahg" but what do you expect from a 15 month-old genius?

Therapeutic Thursday

This hangs on the outside of my office door: 

Treat people as if they were what they should be, and you help them become what they are capable of becoming.

--Johann von Goethe

When I hung it up more than three years ago I hoped it would not be something I became so used to I would forget the meaning and so I reflect on Johann von Goethe's statement often.  

This week several of my long term clients are graduating high school.  All going in various directions.  One will join the military, one will enter the workforce, one will go to college, one will go to trade school, one will get married, one will move to an adult group home, and one will serve a religious mission.  Others will follow family patterns of low productivity, crime, and drug abuse.

This week I am asking myself if I did them justice.  Did I adequately look past their presentation to their potential? Did I see a light at the end of their tunnels which, upon arrival, is full of possibility?   I hope so.

Was I distracted from their capabilities?  Was I captured by their problems?  Did I buy in to their belief that they will be nothing important?  I hope not.  

But I can't shake the feeling that I can do better.

A special supervisor (and friend) taught me what it felt like to be treated as if I was what I ought to be.  

It was uncomfortable at times.

I didn't always believe her.  Sometimes I was compelled to prove her wrong, to let her know I wasn't nearly as great as she thought I was.

It never worked, she always saw me as if I was already the best version of myself...

                     EVEN WHEN I WAS BAD

In fact, she was HONORED to know me.

     

                 She told me once 

       (acted like it millions of times).

She also asked me one day this, incredulously:

How is it possible you don't know how perfect you are?

And I cried

                     for past hurts.  

And she cried with me.

And then I began becoming what I was capable of becoming.

I am still on the journey.

My life purpose as a wife, as a mother, as a friend, as a sister, as a daughter, and as a therapist: to give the gift she has given me; the one Johann von Goethe is speaking about.

We LOVE Rodizio Grill

We ate and ate and ate and ate.  Then we ate some more.  

Hippo ate and ate and ate and ate.  Then he ate some more.  

I've Decided To Go Clinical

8

was the number worn by baseball greats Yogi Berra and Cal Ripken Jr.

percent of US children qualify for an ADHD diagnosis

was my first softball number

is the age of accountability

is the atomic number for O (Oxygen)

sides makes an Octagon

legs (tentacles) make an Octopus...or a spider

vegetables make V8 juice

is how old Damn is

maids-a-milking

ball will either win you a game of pool, or will result in your loss

fluid ounces make a cup

years ago L and I met

often means "eternity" with no start or end

is a lucky number in China

years ago I graduated with a BS from Brigham Young University

percent of drivers are on their cell phone while driving

keys make an octave

days a week is a Beetles song

is the center field position, in baseball

th astrological sign is scorpio, my astrological sign

miles is how much I ran the other day

furlongs make a mile

X 8 = 64 furlongs is how much I ran the other day

                                                      And I could have run more...

Here's What You've (I mean I've) Been Waiting For