Monthly Archives: September 2009

The Hausfrau Writes Back!

Recently I reviewed Nicole Chaison’s Book, The Passion of The Hausfrau here on my blog. I wrote her an email to tell her as much. It read:

Dear Hausfrau,

You are my hero. I have a 15 month old son and have not had the opportunity to read anything substantial since he was born. Your book was the literary oatmeal (hearty meal) that I needed. I related to every page. I love your sardonic wit. Your writing epitomizes my daily thoughts and feelings.

I actually write a mom blog where I reviewed your book. Feel free to check it out:

http://oldschoolnewschoolmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/passion-of-hausfrau-my-sardonic.html

I wanted to ask if you had any anecdotes about George as a baby? You mention many of Dora’s baby antics, but I was curious about George’s baby-dom.

Thank you for writing your masterpiece.

Guess what? She wrote back! Here is what she wrote:

Dear Sarah-
Thank you so much for writing! Your email brightened my day (I was having a not very good one; feeling sorry for myself, etc. etc.) and made me feel plugged into something bigger and better. I checked out your blog-it looks great!-and am so flattered by your review of The Passion of the Hausfrau. Thank you!
I don’t really have any anecdotes from George’s early days, because I wasn’t writing at that time. As in the book, it took until my daughter’s birth to jump-start my writing urges. I was so tired and overwhelmed when George was a baby that it never occurred to me to pick up my pen and write. How amazing that you have the time and energy to do a blog!
You’re in Brooklyn, right? Can you recommend a bookstore that you think might be a good place for me to do a reading? I’d like to plan a trip down to NYC this fall and would love to do a reading/signing.
Thanks again for writing. It meant a lot to me.
XOXO
Nicole

It’s so gratifying to write to an author and receive a response. This speaks to the kind of person that Nicole Chaison is; clearly she values her readers.

Operating Instructions: Anne Lamott Speaks The Truth

When I found out I was pregnant, I had little idea of what I was getting into. I mean, I knew babies cried and pooped a lot and sometimes did cute things like laugh and drool. But that was about it. Needless to say, I was in for a rude awakening. The truth is, nobody really tells you how hard it is to have a baby.
Except for Anne Lamott, in her book Operating Instructions A Journal of My Son’s First Year.
Lamott is a well-known author published several times over. She is also a recovering alcoholic and drug addict. Her book chronicles her brutally honest journey into motherhood. When she becomes pregnant, the father of the baby wants nothing to do with her or the child. Nevertheless, Lamott presses on and decides to have the baby with tremendous support from her variety of eccentric friends and family.
Her prose is candid, hilarious and irreverent. Here is one of my favorite passages where she describes her son at five months old:
He is lying beside me now, reading his plastic Beatrix Potter bath book, very absorbed. I
try to get his attention, but I can see that I am just annoying the shit out of him. (Lamott, p. 138)
It was great reading Operating Instructions at this time in my son’s life, because I have just been through the same experience. I could reflect and relate to Lamott’s thought processes. Her feelings of joy and intermittent resentment and anger.
I just can’t get over how much babies cry. I really had no idea what I was getting into. To
tell you the truth, I thought it would be more like getting a cat. (Lamott, p. 66)
One interesting thing about her is that although she has this biting cynical wit, she is also quite religious. She speaks a lot about her church and her faith throughout the book.
Lamott lets us into her brain for one whole year. The book is written in a journal style and is a very easy read. I am a perpetually slow reader and I finished it in three days!
If you have an infant and you are questioning your sanity, read Lamott’s book. You’ll feel a lot better about yourself.
For more information about Anne Lamott click here.

Keys

Where’s Your Head?

I Got Your Nose!

Homemade Sprinkler

Summer is over and Fall is here. The playgrounds are still awash with children, but there is one crucial structure in them that has gone dormant; the sprinkler. A sure signal that summer has ended is when the sprinklers are turned off for the season. But never fear! There is an alternative; it is called a “homemade sprinkler.” If you have a bathtub and at least one functioning hand, you are good to go. Take a look:

What NOT To Do At a Library

The library is a place where books are revered. Patrons visit the library to pay homage to their favorite book, or find a new tome they are fond of. That being said, there are certain behaviors that should not occur at the library. The following video exemplifies what not to do at this book loving institution.

Let Me Tell You a Little Somethin’ Somethin’

Swimming Part Deux



Distraction By Banana

Lately, feeding my child has become very difficult. The reason being that he insists on feeding himself. Now I know that this is a natural and welcome stage of development; however, I have noticed that sometimes he has unreasonable expectations with regard to his self-feeding methods.

For example, today I was attempting to let him feed himself oatmeal. He was just about to shove the spoon of oatmeal into his mouth when he noticed that I was spooning some yogurt into a bowl for my own breakfast. He began vocalizing, loudly, that he would like some yogurt. So I swapped out the bowl of oatmeal for the bowl of yogurt. I don’t mind a trade, if that’s what it takes.

He was still not satisfied. He wanted BOTH bowls of food on his tray. Though I explained to him that that they would not fit, he kept insisting. So I showed him with tangible evidence that his plan was physically impossible.


Having proved my point, I then I took the oatmeal away. This did not go over well.


In moments of crisis, thinking outside the box can only help. I frantically looked around the kitchen for a solution. I found one in the form of a banana!

Upon being handed a banana, he forgot all about both the oatmeal and the yogurt.


I am now a firm believer in “Distraction by Banana!”