Why I am attached at the hip…

I became an attachment parent by accident. I never studied that particular style of parenting, or even knew that my parenting style had a name. I simply followed my instincts, and parented in the way that worked the best for me.

I had my daughter, Monkey, while still in college, and therefore needed time to study, and a fair amount of sleep. I discovered that nursing and co-sleeping were the best tools at my disposal for getting a good night’s sleep. So I continued to do it. Even after leaving school, I kept with it, simply because cuddling my kiddo at night seemed like the right thing to do.

As for the nursing, I found it so much easier than handling the bottles, formula, heaters, coolers, etc. I always had the food supply with me, it was easier to nurse.

Since becoming aware that I was practicing attachment parenting, I have become an advocate of many AP methods. However, like all things, I believe you have to find whatever fits you and your kids best. If you think that may be AP, I urge you to check out the API blog and website.

Attachment Parenting International (API), a non-profit organization that promotes parenting practices that create strong, healthy emotional bonds between children and their parents, has several exciting changes they would like to announce, including:

  • A newly redesigned web site and new logo at Attachment Parenting.org;
  • Attachment parenting worldwide support forums;
  • Parent Education Program – a comprehensive series of classes for every stage and age of child development from infancy through adulthood;
  • A new book based on API’s Eight Principles of Attachment Parenting by API co-founders Lysa Parker and Barbara Nicholson which is expected to be available this summer;
  • A series of podcasts, webinars, chats, and forums with API Advisory Board members and other supporters of AP. Future events are scheduled with Dr. Bob Sears, Dr. James McKenna, and Kathleen Kendall Tacket. Check out the events page for more information.

These are just a few of many exciting things going on at API. I hope you’ll stop by and check it out for yourself.

All good things must end…

and my dad’s visit is included in that statement. I tried to chain him in the guest room with coconut doughnuts, but somehow he was able to eat free of his bindings and escape. Sniff.

I had a great week hanging out with my Dad, but now I go back to missing him. Love you Daddy! Thank you for coming out here and spending so much time with us!

I sthwear Mr. Beer…

You know what rocks? Belgium beer. Not only is it tasty, not only does it have awesome names like Gulden Draak, but it is between 9% and 12% alcohol by volume.


I have been drinking lovely belgium beers with my brother today. I am feeling no pain. None at all.

It’s lovely when one beer turns you into a goon.

We flew a little remote controlled plane in the freezing cold with no jackets, we hit the bowling alley and tennis courts via the Wii, and we listened to my Dad and Roomie legalize Marijuana through a lengthy policy review process.

Things are good… so long as I don’t drive anywhere.

Haiku Friday

Morning comes early
three, four, five, five-ten a.m.
sleep baby please sleep.

Bleary mommy naps
wrapped under a sweatshirt
on the comfy couch.

Happy baby laughs
swatting mommy with his hand.
Wake up mommy, smack!

Five is too early
Sleep baby, please let me sleep.
Smack please baby, smack.

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The Worst Hard Time…

Today we saw Horton Hears a Who with Marlena, Da, and my friend Susan and her kids. It was a surprisingly good movie, and stayed relatively close to D.R. Seuss. I was pretty happy with it, and Marlena really enjoyed it. Tomorrow my brother comes into town, and we will be enjoying some additional familial silliness.

As for now, I am off to bed with a copy of The Worst Hard Time, a book my Dad got me on the Dust Bowl in the 1930’s. We have farmland in eastern Colorado, and I have been trying to help Dad figure out what to do with the land when the time comes to pass it on. Do we donate it? Sell it to a land trust? Seed it and let it go? There are so many options. He got the book in the hope it would give me a better understanding of that part of the State, and therefore a better idea of what we should do with our portion when and if it passes to my brother and I.

It is a complicated decision, but I am excited to learn more about the phenomenon of the plains in our country. Most people don’t realize the historical and environmental significance the displacement of prairie grasses played on our eco-system. The farmland we use in Colorado is really best suited to grassland, as the soil will simply up and blow away during drought if there is no grass to keep it in place. During the droughts in the Great Depression, the land had been over utilized for farming for years beforehand, the topsoil would just lift off the ground and blow away. At one point, in a single afternoon, on April 14, 1935, double the dirt than was moved for the construction of the Panama Canal was lifted into the air and thrown about the plains. (That’s more than 300,000 tons of Great Plains topsoil.) The actions we took on the Great Plains during the first part of the twentieth century resulted in dirt storms that caused pneumonia, black outs, and other environmental phenomena far more dramatic than anything our generation has witnessed.

Oop… I hear the sounds of a particularly snuggly young man demanding more of his mother’s attention. Otter and Monkey both have been extra glommy ever since Dad and I went into the City. I have been covered in crawling, snuggly children for days. I am going quite mad really.

A picture may be worth a thousand words…

But there is no replacement for Daddy hugs. Here are a few gems from the past few days with my dad:

Dad and the Kids outside the Bear Mountain Visitors Center.

Dad and Otter share a cool breeze outside the Visitors Center.

Otter finds Dad’s nose at the park.

Monkey helps her baby brother figure this playground stuff out.

Dad and Monkey escort Otter to the park.

A Panoramic of Dad, Monkey, Otter and Myself at West Point in front of the Hudson. (There was no tripod, only car, so I got most of their heads)

Monkey Flies on the Swings.

Monkey fills Da in on the plan.

West Point

Today Dad and I took the kids up to West Point for a short tour and a look at a solid bit of American Military history. We drove up the Palisades Parkway and through what I am sure is lovely scenery when luscious and alive, instead of dry and dead. The drive was pleasant, the baby slept most of the ride there, and Monkey was in high spirits, playing “I Spy” and singing along with the radio.

We stopped in Highland Falls and went into the Visitors Center and the Museum. Monkey really enjoyed looking at all the heavy artillery, and loved going around with her Da looking at the swords, muskets, canons, and tanks. We saw a diorama of the Battle of Saratoga, a civil war field doctor’s kit, a WWII field doctors kit, and a myriad of other tools of war. Then we ate at Suzie’s, a little restaurant boasting 371 Hot Dog topping combinations (including one called the Lithuanian, containing mashed potatoes and sauerkraut) and 54 separate Hamburger combinations. I, of course, had a dog with relish and mustard (apparently called a ‘sweet dog’) and cheese fries. These fries turned out to be the best cheese fries I have ever had. A warm plate of potato slices friend crispy and then slathered in cheese, salt and spices. It may even be worth the two hour drive to go back there is summer and consume more of these tasty little fries.

After lunch we went onto West Point, took a short tour through the campus, and then the kids and I hung out in the cafeteria area while Dad conducted his interview with the Assistant Dean.

We snapped a ton of pictures of the gray castle like structures and surrounding Hudson, but my computer is turtle-esqe tonight, so I can’t load them. Here instead is a picture of Monkey and Da in front of the Abrams Gate: