Monthly Archives: March 2012

An Interview With Mayim Bialik

I recently had the opportunity to attend a press conference on Mayim Bialik’s new parenting book “Beyond the Sling.” I was really excited.
I had the chance to interview Mayim after the press conference about her book, which, by the way is fantastic. It’s a memoir-based parenting book on Attachment Parenting and her own experiences as a mother.

Mayim, as you may know, was an actress on the TV show Blossom from the early 90′s. She then went on to pursue a PhD in Neuroscience at UCLA, get married, and have two sons, Miles and Fred. After having kids, she became a fierce breast feeding advocate and a certified lactation consultation.
Here’s what Mayim had to say about her book. She even gives me some suggestions on Ari’s sleep issues.
I’ll be giving away a copy of “Beyond The Sling” soon. Stay tuned for more details on that.

My Eyes Clapped Twice

I was reading Charlie and The Chocolate Factory to Ari, before he went to bed, and he stopped me.

“Mommy, when you were talking, my eyes clapped twice.”
“What do you mean?” I asked him.
He blinked his eyes slowly, two times.
“See?” He said looking up at me.
“Oh, you mean, you were falling asleep?” I asked
“Yeah, my eyes clapped twice.”
I want to live inside his brain.

I Know What I Need!

I woke up to the sound of Samara crying. “Get her…” Wil mumbled. He had already given her a bottle of milk two hours ago, and she was up again. I got her, put her in her booster seat and made her oatmeal and yogurt. As I was feeding her, I heard the bathroom door opening and closing.
“Ari, do you need help?”
No response. I waited.
“Ari, did you poop?”
“I need help!”
I open bathroom door and there is a giant mound of diarrhea on the floor.
“Sorry mommy,” He says with a frown. “I tried to go to the potty, but I didn’t make it.”
“It’s okay, next time just go on the potty okay?”
“Okay…” He mumbled looking at the poop.
“I have to clean this up now.” I said groggily “WIL!”
“What?! I just want to sleep!”
“You need to get up because I can’t do everything! Please feed Samara breakfast!”
Grumble, grumble. He does it.

After I am done cleaning up massive amounts of poop and sanitizing the floor, I take a much needed shower, while Wil plays with the kids and irons clothes for work at the same time, then I make my coffee and turn on my computer to check my email. Maybe someone emailed me some fantastic news, wants to tell me how awesome I am, give me a job, or (even better) send me a check for $10,000.
Instead, I got a message from the principal of one of the schools I sub for, it said:
“Where are you?”
Uh oh…it turns out I was supposed to teach today. I mixed up the dates, and I thought she canceled today. But she really canceled tomorrow March 7th. I’m a moron.

She’s never going to call me again. I should join the circus.

I should apply to work at Trader Joe’s so I can get a discount on groceries.
Or maybe…I just need….
AN ASSISTANT!
Clearly I can’t control my own calendar. I also (by the way) have a lot of trouble spelling the word “calendar” without the use of a spell check, sad isn’t it?
But yes, I think I’m on to something.
I can’t afford to pay an assistant. But, I am really good at making cookies, and giving advice. Could I pay someone to organize my schedule in exchange for cookies and/or life coaching?
I think so!
So, if you’re really good at time management, love cookies, and you need some advice about…anything, I can help!
Email me at oldschoolnewschoolmom@oldschoolnewschoolmom.com to apply to be my assistant.

Bullying

I want to talk about bullying. When I was in elementary and junior high school, at any given time, somebody was making fun of somebody else. And, sadly, I admit that I was involved in the process of making fun of others. To an extent, I think it was peer pressure, wanting to fit in, wanting to be liked. But what I’ve noticed, is that bullying, teasing, and the like is starting at a younger age now. I’ve seen Pre-K kids gang up on one particular child.

But, the sad thing about bullying is that there is a silence associated with it. I don’t remember telling my parents about the fact that “today we were making fun of this person because he was fat,” or “we were mocking this girl because she smelled bad.” It all happened between peers.
This makes me terrified for when I send Ari to school.
I can only draw from my own experience, as a frame of reference. And from what I recall, I didn’t tell my parents about making fun of other kids, and I didn’t confide in them about when I was being bullied in the 8th grade.
Although, actually, I did tell my brother, and he drove to pick me up from junior high school one day after school and yelled names out the window one of my torturers. That was pretty awesome.
The thing is, I was very close to my parents, and I still didn’t tell them about the extent to which I was being tortured. I thought I had to go to school everyday in 8th grade and bear the brunt of my misery alone. I remember it vividly, walking up the stairs at school, hear racing, scared of what was going to happen to me that day, who was going to say something soul crushing.
If Ari should be made fun of in school, I want him to be able to tell me about it. I don’t want him to feel the weight of being bullied alone.
Oy gavolt! This is the type of stuff that makes me want to homeschool my kids!
What do you think? Were you bullied? How do you deal with bullying?