The Toy Question

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Toys are complicated.

We learned right away that electronic, blinky toys are not the way to go. They took up space, were minimally engaging, and the batteries kept dying. So we sought out simple toys that required imagination.

The problem is there are so many of them available. Day after day, Beanie’s neatly-organized, sorted toys would be scattered all over her bedroom floor. She didn’t play with them–she just threw them around. This quickly became frustrating.

So we pared down her toys. In her room, she just has a table with a small dollhouse, her stuffed animals, and a couple of vehicles. In the basement, she has her playhouse (and kitchen) and her toy box (which is not all the way full, because she would not use the toys if it were). Before we leave on Moonraker, we’re going to sort through her toybox again.

However, with her therapy, we wanted to buy some toys for guided play. If we could spend a lot of time outside all year, we wouldn’t need as many of these. These toys go in the snack bar in the basement. Again, it’s time to sort through those.

But, in 6 days, we will be living in a much smaller space.

We need to bring toys. It’s true that, in port, the Bean is outside most of the time. But she quickly becomes restless when we’re underway, especially when it’s not appropriate for her to do laps around the decks. Efficiency is the key in packing toys for the boat. Every toy must be used.

This is what we’re thinking:
–5 books (including some pattern books that she can read).
–Her small Melissa and Doug “Tree House”
–Her little plastic animals that she can’t live without
–A box of legos
–Her bucket and sand toys
–Her small tricycle (for use in port, of course!)

Then, her birthday gifts will be strategically selected:
Bubbles
–Marble Works
–Paper dolls
–Art supplies

Of course, we’ll also bring the iPad and some DVD’s. Technology has its place, as long as it doesn’t replace the creative toys!


Mommy Wars, Mommy Guilt, and Other Fake Ideas Invented by our Society

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What if there were no television, no Internet, and no parenting books?

What would we do differently?

Would we treat each other with more compassion? Would we feel better about ourselves? Would we have less anger?

How would we raise our children, if we weren’t constantly being told that we were doing it wrong?

It was questions like these that led me to my belief that not only are the “mommy wars” stupid, they’re not natural. And they don’t exist.

Think about it. Does anyone really care whether the mother next door works outside of the home, breastfeeds, or owns a television? We really aren’t at war with other mothers at all.

We’re at war with ourselves.

We’re faced with so many options, that we constantly wonder whether the one we’ve chosen is “right,” whether it is best for our child. We know that raising our children is the most important work that we can do, and we don’t want to mess it up.

Add that to the fact that nearly every family is an island, away from the support of a community, and, as mothers, we’re alone, unsure, and looking for some sort of validation. We don’t have Grandma living in the house (or next door), to tell us that we’re doing a good job, that our children are going to be all right. We don’t have the mother next door, to compare notes with.

So we turn to books, and to the media. We look for others who have made the same choices as us, so that we can see that it is okay.

The problem is, the media aren’t run by Grandma or the mother next door. They’re run by corporations, willing to cash in on anything they can find. And they know that many of their customers are mothers who are feeling insecure. So they provide the advice. They tell us exactly what we must do, so that we don’t ruin our children forever. Often the advice contradicts itself, so we are no more capable of making choices than we were before. In fact, we become more confused.

Thus, the invention of “mommy guilt.”

And, with this mommy guilt, the corporations realize that they will attract more readers, more attention, if they pit mothers against each other. Any article that focuses on the “mommy wars” is guaranteed to activate strong emotions, from both “sides.” Mommy guilt and the mommy wars sell. They are big money makers.

So what’s a mommy to do?

First, we need to see all this nonsense for what it is. There are no mommy wars. There is no reason for mommy guilt. The problem is the lack of support and community. We don’t need permission from multi-millionaires. We need other mommies.

We need to understand that sensationalist claims make money. We’re really not ruining our child’s life by allowing television, not practicing flashcards enough, working outside the home, or eating fast food. Yes, there are many things that are beneficial for us to do, and will help our child, but we need to understand that children are resilient. There is some room for error.

Next, we need to seek out supports in any way we can. For me, the Internet has been a very useful tool, for connecting with others. Parenting groups, when they are positive rather than competitive and accusatory, can be a great source of support. I’ve met up with old friends on Facebook, and we’ve found that we share many of the same laughs and struggles. Playgroups, classes, and the like can also be helpful, if they have a positive atmosphere.

Finally, we need to realize that, when other mothers criticize us, they are only doubting their own choices. They don’t have a village to support them either, and they’re bombarded with the message that if you don’t do X, Y, or Z for your child, they will amount to nothing. We need more compassion, and it starts with each of us.

A Little Retail Therapy, Minimalist Style

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I have learned a few things about having a minimalistic wardrobe.

First, it’s a lot of trial-and-error. And I have had some error! Remember that fun, red silk dress? Well, last week, the zipper got stuck, and the dress actually ripped when I tried to take it off. At that point, the fabric was faded, so it wasn’t a big loss.

Next, I had failed to consider the end of the school year. Tights season is over, but marina season has not yet begun. Some of my dresses make me feel a bit–naked—when I wear them to work, bare-legged. I got a nice hand-me-down skirt from a friend, and that does go nicely underneath my black dress, for a nice layered look. Otherwise, I found myself borrowing Rob’s dress pants or wearing another not-so-flattering hand-me-down skirt.

Add that to the fact that it’s the end of the school year, which is always stressful, and I wasn’t feeling so great about myself at our hair appointment today (yes, we do hair appointments. I’ll talk about that later). We were heading to the mall for some Yummy Japan with my parents, when Rob said that we had to go to the Salvation Army first.

The skirt had to go, he said. I didn’t disagree. I looked frumpy. The skirt was not made for a long-legged woman, with a low-set tummy. I had borrowed one of his shirts, and wore it under an otherwise fabulous blazer.

After some searching on the shelves (thrift store shopping is all about the search!), I found a beautiful, well-made blue floral sundress and a white, cotton flowing dress. They both fit perfectly, and the length felt much more comfortable, bare-legged. And looking better completely lifted my mood.

I will show you many pictures, after I decide what stays and what goes in my wardrobe. Right now, I’ve got my new blue and white dresses, my white and black floral (which you haven’t seen yet!), my black dress, a bright floral sundress (that you haven’t seen), and my plaid silk dress. I would like to eliminate one or two of them. I have my hand-me-down skirt (the nice one), that I will probably keep to go underneath my shorter dresses. I traded my blue shirt for a white, nautical-looking one. And I have my jeans and shorts.

Crazy Work Weekend

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This weekend was our last full weekend to work on the boat, and it was productive! We began by painting, which was significantly less messy with the boat on stands. It was very nice not to have to work around the cradle, like last time. Then, Rob did some repairs to the engine, and we began the unpleasant task of cleaning the bilge. The boat has not smelled well since we retrieved it from Alpena, and the bilge seems to be the cause. Apparently, filling (overfilling) the bilge with Thunder Bay caused a bit of a mess. We also replaced the bilge pump, because, as we learned, that’s something that needs to be in good working order! Finally, I put on a second coat of paint before we left.

Beanie got settled in right away.

Rob applied the first coat of paint. MUCH easier with the stands!

Our campsite

Beanie and that crazy piano toy

Look at that topsy-turvy cockpit!

Perennial, one of the boats that fell of its stands last fall, was launched on Saturday. It's very nice that see it back in the water, all patched up!

Me, after painting. I've got a bit on my foot, some in my hair, and a little on my arms. The clothes are forever relegated to "grubby" status. But I'm not the crazy mess I was last time (and we were in a place with no bathrooms or showers then!).

Rob made a pattern for the wood needed to fix the combing.

The combing was broken in Tawas, when I slipped and fell while stepping into the cockpit. Not a comfortable experience!

It looks messy, but it SMELLS a lot better now!

So, overall, I feel really good about our progress. Next weekend, we will not have as much time to work, but you will get to see everything come together.

In 11 days, this will be our home!

Sunday Supper: The Joy of Quiche

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Today, I’m going to talk to you about quiche.

It’s cheap. It’s easy. It can be low carb. It’s a great dish to make for company. It’s a great way to clean out the fridge.

So how do you get started?

Well, first make a crust, if you want. I use bread dough, or pancake mix. Bake it until it’s solid enough. I skip the crust when we’re trying to lose weight.

Now it’s time to make the filling! Use 6 eggs, a cup of milk, and 8 oz of shredded cheese. Then, look in your fridge. You won’t see anything that won’t taste great in it! Some of our favorites are spinach, olives, and bacon. Let your imagination go wild!

Saturday Simple Playtime: If You Must Get an Eletronic Toy…

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I remember Beanie’s second Christmas, when my 18 month old daughter opened a rather large box. There it was…

Surpressing an eye-roll, I told her to say “Thank You,” which she did not. But she eagerly opened the box and got to work mashing buttons.

It came with an owners’ manual, which I thought was ridiculous, for a baby toy. We threw that out. We figured that this rather annoying toy would be something she would tire of in a couple of weeks.

At home, she carried it around, grinning. This blinky device held her attention like nothing else. She used the different voices to play music (either programmed songs or her own creations). She sang into the microphone. She had it read the story book to her. We actually had to limit her time on it, so she would use her other toys.

After its success on a camping trip that summer, we relegated the toy to the camper. Beanie would eagerly look for it whenever she went into the camper. It kept her entertained on many-a-trip.

On our Tennessee trip, we had no batteries, so we had to hide it. However, she must have caught us stashing it, because this weekend, our almost 5-year-old Bean used all her strength to open the seat in the camper.

“Toy,” she said.

“You have toys on your bed,” I told her.

“No. New toy!” She insisted.

She opened the seat and gestured toward the toy. I got it out and showed her that it didn’t have batteries.

“Batteries, on!” Beanie demanded.

After a trip to 7-11, the Bean got reacquainted with her piano-book. Even as I write, she’s creating her own animal-voice rendition of “Oh Where, Oh Where Has my Little Dog Gone?”.

Victories in Peace…

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If you have been reading this long, you know that I am a pacifist. If nothing else, I take seriously the notion that we should do our best to live in peace with one another.

I will not argue with friends with whom I disagree, on philosphical issues, just to argue.

I will not let my ideals destroy a friendship.

My resistance to materiaism, my dominant chararactic, has not cost me a single friend…

It’s easy, in those situations.

But, what do I do, when people are mean to me? What do I do when they try to provoke me?

Do I bite?

Do I take the bait? Or, do I say “*take a deep breath*. I understand. You”ve done X, Y, and Z. Is there anything I can do to help?”

And there always is. Love is always appeciated.

“Yes, I’m frustrated. You’re right.”

Love. Love, love,love. Turn the other cheek And turn it again

If you love, there WILL be peace. Even if it hurts. If there are screams, but you do what’s right, that’s where you want to be.

Love is powerful. It’s what you have. Keep it, and never give it away.

I Shall Not Pass This Way Again

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I SHALL NOT PASS THIS WAY AGAIN

I shall not pass this way again—
Although it bordered be with flowers,
Although I rest in fragrant bowers,
And hear the singing
Of song-birds winging
To highest heaven their gladsome flight;
Though moons are full and stars are bright,
And winds and waves are softly sighing,
While leafy trees make low replying;
Though voices clear in joyous strain
Repeat a jubilant refrain;
Though rising suns their radiance throw
On summer’s green and winter’s snow,
In such rare splendor that my heart
Would ache from scenes like these to part;
Though beauties heighten,
And life-lights brighten,
And joys proceed from every pain—
I shall not pass this way again.

Then let me pluck the flowers that blow,
And let me listen as I go
To music rare
That fills the air;
And let hereafter
Songs and laughter
Fill every pause along the way;
And to my spirit let me say:
“O soul, be happy; soon ’tis trod,
The path made thus for thee by God.
Be happy, thou, and bless His name
By whom such marvellous beauty came.”
And let no chance by me be lost
To kindness show at any cost.
I shall not pass this way again;
Then let me now relieve some pain,
Remove some barrier from the road,
Or brighten someone’s heavy load;
A helping hand to this one lend,
Then turn some other to befriend.

O God, forgive
That I now live
As if I might, sometime, return
To bless the weary ones that yearn
For help and comfort every day,—
For there be such along the way.
O God, forgive that I have seen
The beauty only, have not been
Awake to sorrow such as this;
That I have drunk the cup of bliss
Remembering not that those there be
Who drink the dregs of misery.

I love the beauty of the scene,
Would roam again o’er fields so green;
But since I may not, let me spend
My strength for others to the end,—
For those who tread on rock and stone,
And bear their burdens all alone,
Who loiter not in leafy bowers,
Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers.
A larger kindness give to me,
A deeper love and sympathy;
Then, O, one day
May someone say—
Remembering a lessened pain—
“Would she could pass this way again.”

by Eva Rose York

This was my favorite poem when I first read it in sixth grade, and I wanted to recite it for my drama class in seventh grade. I memorized it, but I couldn’t find anything about the author (who is very cool–Google her…), so I chose one by Ogden Nash instead. This poem was only surpassed by “Ithaka,” which I read my senior year of high school.

This is how I strive to live my life. I know I’ve seen beauty the few others are privileged to see. But I strive to never take it for granted, and to do for others whatever I can. I often fail. I often get caught up in waiting for the next great thing that is coming up.

Right now, I’m waiting for summer.

I’ve been waiting for summer so long that I’ve led myself to believe it’s not even real.

This summer, I will live in the moment. I will not miss a morning, or a chance to see the constellations above the water. I will learn everyone’s name, and take it all in.

Then, I can only hope, I will take it all home with me, and carry the mindset through the school year…

I know my days here are numbered as well...(6, to be exact)...and I will appreciate every single one of them.

Trust Me, It’s Real…

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Yesterday, I didn’t have my camera cable with me, so today I’ll share my pictures from my morning walk:

Good morning, A dock!

Slip A9...I hope someone really interesting becomes Dick and Bobbi's neighbor...Or we'll rent it again in the fall!

The end of A dock.

Looking in the other direction...

The racers on B dock are in the water, getting ready. Someday...

Oriana, an Islander (and racer!) from Tawas.

Our camper, with an excellent view! (We're next to Abenteur, which has been repaired after tipping over this winter, but its owner is still selling it and upgrading).

So, there, it wasn’t a dream! I can totally deal with this for three months…

Like a Dream

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As much as I’ve obsessed over Moonraker and sailing, the truth is that I have actually adapted to life on land.

I struggled with multi-tasking and keeping up, but I’ve now found the rhythm.

Sure, I might not be FLY-ing at home, but we’re keeping a somewhat tidy, minimalistic house.

And as we’ve thrown ourselves into day-to-day life, last summer has grown further and further away. It seems like a dream, really, or something that happened years ago. Sometimes, I wonder if it actually did happen.

I’m struggling to keep up with paperwork and dealing with politics at work. I’m working hard to potty-train my daughter (with very, very slow progress). Did I really pilot us back safely, through the fog, while we were sinking in Thunder Bay? Did we really spend 13 hours motoring through 10 foot swells, without even worrying? And that euphoric weekend in Tawas, followed by the most awesome sail ever, in rather rough water…It seems like something from a movie, or a book I read. And so far away.

Maybe that’s why we’re procrastinated on the boat repairs. But, this weekend, we brought our camper and decided to stay and get some serious work done. Work we did, but we also had some time to play.

And Sunday morning, with my first sunrise walk of the season, it all came back. Everything was as it was, as if we had never left.

It’s going to be a great summer.