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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Not a Finga!!

     When I first witnessed my pediatrition using his finger as an instant pacifyer, I was extremely uncomfortable. He must have seen the look on my face, because it never happened again. Supposedly I have a look that could kill, but I've never had to use it on myself so I'll just have to take everyone's word for it.  I'm sure there is a pacifying guru out there who can put an end to my fears. I was ready the next time with a good old fashioned binky.
     Before the playtex binky was  introduced around 1935, mothers in the 1500's used a cloth tied with string holding seeds, meat, or lard, of all things, to calm  baby. Then there was the silver spoon in the 17th and 18th centuries. Ever heard of 'born with a silver spoon in his mouth'? That's probably where it originated. Those spoons came equipped with coral and bone handles to add mystique and supposedly strength to baby's constitution. I don't quite get that one, but I guess it worked. That was followed with the rubber dummy at the end of the 1800's and beginning of the 1900's also known as the soother, in white and black rubber. Can you believe the white variety contained lead?  I guess the point is, I could not find the 'finger in the mouth' as a bonafide pacifyer. I calmed myself, a little, by rationalizing; this was my doctor, he should know what he's doing. It didn't help much, I guess I just couldn't stop thinking about all those sneaky little places that fingers may end up touching before pacifying a helpless baby. Parents sure have persevered over the ages when it comes to pacifying baby.
Sorry, neurotic or not, the fingers have been everywhere maybe baby doesn't want them to be. I think about all the places the finger may have visited before arriving in baby's mouth. For starters, there's the nose, all other orifices, everything in the bathroom, the hair and skin products you may use, the laundry and it's detergents, have you ever read the warnings on the labels of bleach and dryer sheets? Followed by the kitchen sink, dirty dishes, trash, dish cloths, more cleaners, garbage disposals, and vacuums. And if you are a smoker or live with one it's in your pores. And I'm sure I've only scratched the surface. Ugh! Those dirty digits have touched it all. I know what you're thinking. Just wash your hands. Well, what are you going to be, the hand washing police? I hope I have put my finger on something, here.
     It may calm you to know that pacifyers are fine and safe to use for calming baby. Most children will naturally stop using them around two years of age.

Tips for Safe Use of Pacifiers

According to the American Academy of Pediatric Dentistry; Mardi Lucich, MA 06/04
• Pacifiers should not be used to replace or delay meals; they should only be offered after meals or between feedings. It may be tempting to offer a pacifier to a child when it’s easy for you. However,

it is best to let the child decide whether and when to use it.

• Pacifiers should be of one-piece construction made with a firm nontoxic material that can be sterilized. They should have a soft nipple, air holes for ventilation, and have a shield that is wider than the child’s mouth.

• Never tie a pacifier to a child’s crib, or hang pacifiers around their neck or hands. This is very dangerous and could cause strangulation.

• Never dip a pacifier into honey or anything sweet before giving to a child.

• Never put a pacifier in your mouth first before giving to a child.

• Do not let children share each other’s pacifiers.

• Frequently check the pacifier, especially the

nipple end, to make sure it has not become

brittle and to see whether the rubber has changed color or is torn; discard if the nipple has become sticky, swollen, or cracked.
Good Luck! Good Parenting!!
Bon :)

Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey

Freeze Pops



Winter 1972







There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.



I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.



I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.



“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.



It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.



I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.



I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.



“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.



I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.



“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.



Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey

French Lesson







French is not the easiest class to miss.



I missed almost two weeks straight



after Mom died



and a lot of other days before that



and now I am really behind.



Mom wanted me to take French



because she thought it would help



in ballet class.



Dad lost a couple of bids.



He says people are losing



their jobs,



the economy is bad



The TV keeps warning



unemployment is up,



gas prices are up



and people are fed up.



I don’t know why Dad



has to watch



it only makes him



yell at the TV



Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been



now the house feels cooler.



When I complain,



Dad says



to go outside and come back in ,



then I’ll feel warmer.



Harriet and I spend our time bundled in



an extra layer of clothes



or dragging an afghan around



like giant moths in cocoons.



We are out of butter again.



Dad says



to try using peanut butter.



Well, isn’t the word,



butter,



in it?



Harriett won’t eat her toast



and it just sits on the plate



getting cold



like the floors



in this house



and suddenly the one phrase



in French,



“It is cold.” comes back to me:



“Il fait froid,



la maison est fait froide."