July 29, 2013

A Little Rant

Before I even get started, I want to say that I am not normally one of those people who looks for reasons to be offended by things that other people say/post/pin. I have a life and I don't tend to waste time worrying about how other people live their lives, or what they have to say about the way I live mine.

In addition, I also want to say that this is NOT an anti-spanking post. I promise. Each family is different, and each child is different, therefore the discipline methods that work from family to family, and from child to child, are different.

Having said all that, I'll commence my rant.

Can we please stop with this...
 
and this?
 
 
I see both of these on Pinterest and Facebook all the time, and honestly, it drives me nuts. I know I'm not the only one.
Here's why. If a child grows up in an environment in which baggy clothes, cigarettes, and gang signs are the norm, accepted by both peers and parents, then that child is going to grow up to be an adolescent who wears baggy clothes, smokes cigarettes, and throws up gang signs. Spanking is NOT going to change that.
And, if you are a teacher and you believe that it will, you are either working in a utopian school district or you are delusional. Or, you've never met any of your students' parents, because you know that the apples usually don't fall very far from the trees. You also know that the parents who come into your classroom dressed the way the young boys you just saw are dressed, are also the ones who tell you that if their kid gives you any trouble, just take them outside and whoop 'em. At least, that's been my experience.
 
 
The second one bothers me for different reasons from the first one. I find the caption to be rather cruel.
If you look at the instances of school shootings in recent years, you will notice a few things. The shooters were either mentally ill, came from a family/culture of violence, or were at the point of not caring whether or not they, themselves, lived or died.
I don't know what discipline methods the shooters' parents used, but I can tell you that spanking does not cure or prevent mental illness.
People who live in environments in which they learn that the way to resolve a problem with another person is to shoot them, get spankings, too.
 
I am not defending or excusing the heinous actions of people who would shoot children. I can't defend or excuse the actions or mindset of a person who would shoot anyone. I'm merely pointing out that smacking a child on the rear end is not going to prevent them from becoming a violent criminal if he or she is mentally unstable. To suggest that it will is ignorant.
It is also ignorant to assume that being spanked as a child will make a teenager adopt your social norms, rather than the ones he or she has seen all his or her life.
 
I saw another one on Pinterest recently that was even worse, but I couldn't find it again to incorporate it into this post. It's a picture of a thick, leather belt, with a caption that reads something along the lines of how being beaten with said belt was the reason no one had ever opened fire on a school until recently.
OK, I have to jump in here. No one has ever hit me with a belt in my life, and I have never had so much as the smallest desire to shoot another human being. Believe it, or not.
 
I'm inclined to use hyperbole and other figurative language, myself. But, come on, people. Think before you post something like this. There's a fine line between being hyperbolic and being downright ridiculous.
 
(P.S. Whether you spank or not, please stop judging people who don't discipline their children the way you do. You have no idea what works for their kids. Thanks!)
 
 


July 22, 2013

British Invasion, Part 2

In light of my most recent post, the Head family of Birmingham would like to extend our sincerest congratulations to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge on the arrival of the newest heir to the throne of England.

I now feel a great deal of pressure to produce a baby girl in January, so that the young prince will have his future bride.

That's right, Suri Cruise. We're not afraid of you.

July 21, 2013

The British Invasion...Of Our House

It really was only a matter of time.

My own fascination with all things British began when I was very, very young. I have no idea how old I was when I was first treated to the wonder and glory that is Mary Poppins, but there it started. I became a fiend for the accent, the magic - because children in Alabama rarely disappear into chalk drawings at the park - and Julie Andrews. Oh, Julie Andrews.

Or, maybe it was when my mom allowed me to watch the nuptials of Charles and Di when I was four. You can't show a four-year-old girly-girl a big, fluffy princess dress and not expect her to form some sort of emotional attachment.

My third grade teacher, aka the most awesome teacher who ever lived and the woman who first inspired me to become one, fuelled my obsession when she chose Great Britain as our class's country in Christmas Around the World. She assigned me the role of parlour maid, and I had to wear a black skirt with an apron, a starched white shirt, and one of those nifty little hats that looks like a coffee filter with ruffles.
Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You've seen Downton Abbey.
I poured tea for everyone who came to visit our quaint little English Christmas village, served them biscuits, I mean cookies, and I was quite good at it.

Fast forward to whenever I was introduced to Jane Austen. I didn't love her, at first, but I needed (yes, NEEDED) to read more stuff set in Regency England. I also fancied a pelisse, but I still don't have one of those.

I have no idea when I fell in love with the Tudors and their sordid, fascinating history. But, love I do.

And then, there's Potter. I have no shame in admitting that I am on the back side of my thirties, inching ever closer to forty, and I am head-over-heels, punch drunk, stupid in love with all things Harry Potter.

So, given my affinity for all the uptight manners, lovely speech, and lack of orthodontia, it was only a matter of time.

Sweet Pea seems to be following in her mother's footsteps, at least in this regard.

Before she was three, she assigned the name, "Mr. Darcy" to any man wearing a cravat or a top hat.

The other day, she was all in a tizzy because she could easily locate her Harry and Hermione figurines, but Ron was nowhere to be found.

And, finally, she has begun to ask questions with a British accent.

"Um, Mummy? Could I have some bleeeewbries with my dinnah?"
"Would you like to go upstahs and play?"

I love it. I wonder how long it will last. I probably have Peppa Pig to thank for it, which is fine. It has to start somewhere, right? ;-)

I may be a Southern belle, but my loyalties are somewhat divided. I will always deeply love the Southern hospitality and good manners, fried green tomatoes, and boiled peanuts. But, there's a piece of my heart that lies somewhere between Derbyshire and Little Whinging.

Sweet Pea: The Southern, British-speaking, book-loving, ballerina/comedienne. Yep. In a nutshell.


July 8, 2013

Channeling My Inner Letterman

Top Ten Reasons We're Having Another Baby:

10. Maternity clothes are stretchy and comfortable, and I wanted to be able to wear them again.

9. Jakki and her hubby had a third baby in February, and we hate competition.

8. I don't have enough messes to clean up after other people.

7. We wanted to see if the Chinese Gender Chart was correct.

6. DWH likes it when I'm moody and b****y.

5. We hate sleeping more than two hours at a stretch.

4. I'm convinced Baby D has a secret wish to be that weird {middle} kid.

3. We have one who looks like DWH and one who looks like me, so we wanted to see who a third one would look like.

2. I needed another shot at having a redhead. Fingers crossed! (I'm only half kidding about this one.)

And the number one reason we decided to have another baby:

1. It was the only way to convince DWH to get rid of the Explorer and buy me that sexy new minivan of my dreams.

July 1, 2013

Mark Your Calendars

Doesn't it drive you nuts when you're really into a series of books and you finish one, only to be left hanging for dear life on that cliff for a year or two, waiting for the next one to be released?

It happened to me with nearly all the Harry Potter books. I read the first three within a few days and then had to wait patiently to watch Cedric Diggory die in Goblet of Fire.

I read Divergent and Insurgent back-to-back, and now I have to wait until October for the last book in the series to make it into my eager hands.

So, without further ado, we are excited to announce that your wait is over. The third and final volume in the BabyHead trilogy will be released in mid-January!

We have had one doctor appointment thus far, and everything looks great. BabyHead #3 has a strong heartbeat (160 bpm), was wriggling around, and doing his/her job of making me tired and queasy. Oh, and moody. Let's not forget moody. I'm sure DWH won't be forgetting that one.

We have told the other kids, and Sweet Pea is fine with it, as long as it's a girl. She wants to name her "Pacey." Go ahead. Sing some Paula Cole. You know you want to. ("I don't wanna wait/For our liiiiives to be overrrrr...")
So, if I refer to #3 as Pacey from here on out, you'll know why.
We asked her if she would like to have another little brother. She said, "No. I want to keep the one I have." I think we'll let her keep him, too. They'd both be heartbroken if they were ever separated.

Speaking of Baby D, whose name I suppose we'd better update, he's oblivious. He probably will be until January. That's ok. The longer I get to snuggle him and rock him at bedtime, the better.

Of course, I'll be posting updates and pictures as Pacey gets bigger - and I get bigger.

Thanks for sharing our excitement with us! Only 9 weeks until we find out if Sweet Pea and Baby D will have a baby brother or a baby sister. We can't wait until January!

"Children are a heritage from the Lord..." Psalm 127:3