Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Carter Pavona Hundt: Month 11

My Bing Bong is a lot closer to a year right now than he is to 11 months.  AH blogging... I love you when I'm top of things and hate you when I'm not.  Alas, Carter is wonderful, busy, funny, happy, and growing like CRAZY!  Here's what's been going on with him...

What We Learned About Carter:
The big things going on with the Bing Bong right now are all about three things: walking, talking, and eating.

Carter took his first step this month (March 30th).  Originally, I was expecting Carter to be one of those babies that walks at nine months because of how earlier he was crawling and how much he wants to do what his big brothers are doing.  Thankfully, he slowed down just a bit.  Carter continues to balance between the way his brothers did things.  Judah would not try something until he was ready to be a master at it; Nolan would try anything at anytime whether he was ready or not.  Carter really does do both.  In reference to the walking, you can tell Carter WANT to.... he's been pulling himself up on stuff forever and wants to get where he wants to go as fast as possible.  But I can also tell he doesn't want to try walking until he knows he will have some success at it.  When he took a step this month, he freaked out maybe more than we did.  He was noticeably surprised!

Carter babbles all the time!  He can say a pretty good "mama" and "dada" but other than that, he just loves to make noise.  He does NOT get over-shadowed by his brothers in this area; he will yell sweet nothings just so you know he's there :) 

Finally, this kid... LORD he will eat anything.  He had such struggles at first with eating solids, but sheesh.  I can't GET food in his mouth fast enough.  He will basically eat anything whether he is ready to eat it or not.  He still has the same original six teeth that came in all at the same time.  He keeps acting like more are coming, but none have shown up.  I'm sure this hasn't made chewing very easy for him, but he's not seeming to let that stop him at all. 

A few other things... he is way more digging reading right now (yay!) and loves to roll balls to you.  He loves to cruise all around the house standing and holding on to things.  He loves the Tupperware drawer.

Some Firsts:
-First time really eating spaghetti
-First Easter: March 27th
-First Step: March 30th

What I Learned About Being a Mom:
For as much as I (and parents in general) give and give and give and give, I have something I'm selfish about: naptime.  I have been able to finagle things enough that all boys can be asleep at the same time for a good ninety minutes each day.  I let that time, my only alone time, dictate the way I do other things and the way our schedule goes for the day.  I will not apologize for this; I just won't.  I have three kids under three.  That is LITERALLY the only time I get anything done: grading papers, lesson planning, folding laundry, doing dishes, putting away my own clothes, blogging, updating pictures, and on the extremely rare occasion, I can even squeak in some reading time.  When my kids are awake, I work hard at being present and try hard not to allow myself to be distracted by other things so this nap time is coveted for me. 

Afternoon naps are on my mind this month because there have been times I've broken the cardinal parent rule and woken up a sleeping baby.  Carter has tried to make his morning nap be "too" long, which then messes up the afternoon nap.  So I've woken him up several times so that the afternoon nap thing can happen where everyone sleeps at the same time.  This is a selfish move on my parent.  I certainly don't want to rob my little precious baby boy of sleep he needs in the morning, but he has proven, many times, that his afternoon nap will be short and sweet if his morning one is longer.  I can't risk it. 

This move is for the greater good, people!  If I am frazzled, stressed, and anxious having gotten nothing done in my day, that's not good for anyone! 

As moms we break little rules to keep everyone as sane and happy as possible.  If mommy's not good, nothing else is going to be good either :)
What happens when you've had five helpings of spaghetti and there isn't any more for you..

I love it when all three play together!

This is the Bing Bong.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Feeling Extra Lucky: How Three Kids Under Three Have Almost Survived the Winter

Okay so I wrote this in February and never published it... ;)

I was terrified of this winter long before it ever arrived.  Thinking of having a newborn plus two toddlers who were going to be stuck inside a lot freaked me right out.  I knew Nolan and Judah were going to be old enough to WANT to go outside and play.  I knew Carter was going to be little enough where I wouldn't want him outside for long periods of time.  How was I ever going to combat that?!

Here we are in February and I feel lucky.  Lucky first of all that this winter had randomly not been as cold as others we've had in the last few years.  This has allowed me to go outside and play a WHOLE lot more than we might have if it was -20 with windchills like it was last winter several times.  We even went on a stroller ride, the whole family, on Christmas Eve! I also feel lucky that Nolan and Judah have been troopers and not complained or whined at all about wanting to go outside.  When we do, they are excited and they don't really ask about it otherwise.  I am also lucky to be in our new house where we have a three-seasons sunroom situation.  Again, with it being more of a mild winter, we were able to use that, at least a pretend going outside place way through November.  We've even had a few days in December and January that it was warm and sunny enough to play out there.  Most importantly, I am lucky my boys LOVE being outside.  Even if the weather wasn't great, they enjoyed doing something different and going out to play in the snow.  Winter is a hard, stir-crazy time.  I'm so glad to be seeing the light at the end of that tunnel.  HELLO SPRING!  Please come!
N and J sure LOVE making snow angels!

We made HUGE improvements this year in sledding! 

The only snowman we built: Apple

A family snowday?! YES PLEASE!

C wasn't exactly sure how he felt about snow...

Monday, April 18, 2016

Drugs AREN'T funny

Over the weekend I made one of the biggest To-Do lists I've ever made.  I am in one of those states where it feels I have so much to do that I can't even start.  Where you wander around from room to room knowing there are things you need to take care of so you clean a little, organize a little, grade a little and nothing actually gets completed.  It's overwhelming and makes me feel heavy.  My need to control things aka "my crazy" really gets out of wack.

I say that because I should not be writing this right now.  I'm supposed to be grading papers, but I saw something today that made my To-Do list go out the window and compelled me to write this blog right this second.

I read an article posted on a former co-worker's facebook page about a Saturday Night Live skit.  It was poking fun at medicine's like NyQuil, but it was called "Heroin AM."  I found myself frustrated, saddened, disappointed, but especially angry reading the article and seeing the skit.  However, I realize something like this allows for a teachable moment.

Drugs aren't funny.  At all.  Not even a little bit.

Drug use and addiction are used in jokes more often than people probably realize.  I never paid any attention until my brother became an addict later dying from a heroin overdose.

Here are a few examples...

In conversation, if someone says something a little crazy, shocking, or a little outside the box... someone will say "are you high?"  or "are you on drugs?"  Every time I hear this, I think about my brother who actually WAS on drugs and what that actually WAS like.

On sitcoms, drugs are used in jokes a lot.  How I Met Your Mother is one of my all-time favorite shows.  There is an episode where Lily is trying to sell her paintings to make money to even out the floors in the new apartment her and Marshall bought.  She is on the street corner with a few paintings next to a gentlemen selling socks.  She asks him what he will be doing with the money he makes and he tells her he's probably going to buy some heroin.  He also says that if she makes any money, he'll probably steal it so he can go buy heroin with it.  Meanwhile the audience laughter is in the background. 

Restaurants and bars also make reference to drugs in an insensitive way.  Take HopCat for instance... popular bar in Grand Rapids and East Lansing.  They have something called "crack fries."  Anyone who has used this drug or knows of someone struggling in an addiction to it would probably NOT compare fries with it. 

Addiction is a disease and an epidemic in our society.  Unfortunately I know it's not the only one that is used as punch lines for jokes (depression, heart disease).  Try to picture how uncomfortable it would feel to you to be "making fun" of cancer in this way.

People in my own life, who know what my brother and my family experienced, have poked fun at drug use in my presence and in my sister's presence.  My initial reaction is to grab them by the arms, look them straight in the eye, and yell, loudly, "DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY THAT TO ME?!" But instead, I try to reign that in and teach when I can.  I'm sure I will always be sensitive to this.  Maybe some might tell me I'm being too sensitive and should be able to take a joke.  But after going through what we went through and watching my brother go through what he went through, I'm not sure I'll ever like to "take" this particular kind of joke.

I have blogged before about the hurtful things people said to me about having kids while Josh and I were struggling with infertility; this is no different. 

Please, please be careful what you say.  Be so kind with your words.  The more things like addiction are seen as a joke, the more they get taken as a joke.  The more people "make fun" of addicts, the more unsafe addicts will feel to share about what they're going through or ask for help.  Making jokes about drugs and drug use is: not funny, not a joke, and not okay. 

"Be kind.  For everyone you meet is fighting their own battle."