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FREE Museum and Arts Pass

Here Ye! Here Ye! The Toronto Public Library, in conjunction with the Sun Life Financial company, is giving away week-long passes to all the good stuff in the city. Every branch has passes to the Art Gallery of Ontario, The Bata Shoe Museum, Black Creek Pioneer Village, the Gardiner Museum, the Museum of Inuit Art, the Textile Museum of Canada, and the City of Toronto’s Historic Museums. Select branches will also have passes for the Ontario Science Centre, Casa Loma, and the Royal Ontario Museum.

I know: how can you cash in on this? First, take your ID and current address info and suck it up and pay those old library fines so you can get a card. (Am I right or am I right?) Next, wake up at some ungodly hour on a Saturday morning (with a couple exceptions) so you can be first in line as the library opens. The MAPs (Museum and Arts Pass) are given out on a first-come, first-served basis and there is a limit of one pass per adult library card. Each pass admits one family for one visit. Hearsay tells me that these passes will be given out every week until the end of April, but I can’t confirm that on the website. So I’ll have to wait to talk to a real person during business hours and come back with the confirmation.

Look up all the deets here. There’s no excuse to stay home now. And I’ll see you at the museum.

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Loot Bag Surprise

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Whoever invented loot bags is a genius. Nothing insures the smooth departure from a birthday party like the promise of a bag full of goodies. The ones M & M were giving out after their #1’s surprise party were especially good. Contents included: a snake finger puppet, a ring pop, a tube o’ sugar – cherry flavoured, and fake rotten teeth. The teeth are what makes it great. Not only are they lots of fun, but they double as a very effective incentive to brush your teeth.

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Classic Cuddle

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Minnie Mouse is a favourite character of one of Young C’s best friends. She (with help from her mom — a good friend and generous soul herself) gave this doll to L’il I when she was born. L’il I now loves it — the contrasting colours and the soft dress to grab hold of and the rattles in the feet. Just perfect.

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Hey. Sesame Street Doesn’t Suck

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At its prime, Sesame Street had a little something for everybody. The educational content was foremost, of course, but there were lots of gags aimed at mom and dad, too. By the time my youngest siblings were watching (mid-nineties), though, it just seemed l-a-m-e. I was pleasantly surprised, then, to see this aired on Sesame Street this morning. It’s not comic genius, but it is a step in the right direction.

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Breast Case Scenario

I breastfed Young C for just over 18 months and I am currently enjoying breastfeeding L’il I as well. My mother breastfed all four of us and I have always assumed that was the only way to go. (To this day I’m not quite sure if I know what I’m doing when feeding a baby from a bottle.) I have offered up tips and encouragement to new mothers struggling with latch or milk supply problems and I firmly believe that a successful breastfeeding relationship makes for a happy baby and happy mom.

Why then, when I started to read Hanna Rosin’s “The Case Against Breastfeeding” in this month’s Atlantic, did I feel a giddy kind of glee? Is it just my instinctively contrarian nature? The anticipation of an intelligent argument against the Holy Grail of motherhood being published by a prominent American magazine? Yes, that was undoubtedly a big factor. But there was more to it, too. I’d become a bit disillusioned with the pro-breastfeeding overkill that is dominant in cities like Toronto. There are mothers I know who can’t hold their babies for several hours a week because they are hooked up to elaborate milking machines. These women are so determined to do the right and “best” thing for their babies that they set their alarm to wake them up every three hours so they can pump and keep up their milk supply and then feed their babies defrosted breast milk from a bottle. There are mothers who feel incredible depths of shame and failure at resorting to formula when breastfeeding doesn’t work for them. Hell, I even felt personally responsible for Young C’s bout of newborn jaundice because he wouldn’t latch for one day and then my milk came in late. I had to feed him formula for a whole two days while my milk came in and was made to suffer the special kind of nipple trauma that only a hospital grade pump set to high can bestow. The hospital policy was if you supplement, you pump. No matter that he was feeding at the breast before I gave him the formula and that pumping would diminish the amount of colostrum he got. Women are made to feel like physically inferior mothers when they aren’t able to breastfeed. As one mom put it, “No wonder I have such a hard time conceiving; I can’t even feed my own babies.” Never mind the social stigma attached to choosing formula over breastfeeding. Surely the only people buying formula can’t be those who are unable to breastfeed for at least a few months? But I’ve haven’t met anyone else recently — or at least not anyone who admits to it.

Rosin’s article argues that the benefits of breastfeeding have been greatly exaggerated and distorted. The elixer-like claim to prevention that spans from ear infections to diabetes is tenuous at best. It is impossible for studies to fully control for the sociological factors associated with breastfeeding. Factors like education, class and race can have a great impact on the likelihood of contracting any number of diseases and, of course, on IQ scores. Yes, breast milk is better for babies than formula. But not as much as you think.

This comes on the heels of a New Yorker article that came out last month. In “Baby Food: If breast is best, why are women bottling their milk?”, Jill Lepore casts a critical eye at the state of breastfeeding in America. In a country where mothers are assured a whopping 12 weeks of unpaid maternity leave — compared to 50 weeks of parental leave at 55% of your income in Canada — the breastfeeding dialogue largely revolves around pumping. A baby-friendly company is one with a pumping room in which breastfeeding mothers can express themselves. Lepore argues that there is much more to breastfeeding than the milk itself and laments the medicalization of the breastfeeding relationship. I tend to agree; breastfeeding is about so much more than simply feeding my baby. It is about continuing a physical relationship and having a subconscious and instinctive response to her needs. It demands that I take the time to hold her and nurture her in the most physical way possible, no matter how busy I might be. It regulates my moods and is a constant source of comfort and security for my baby.

Taken together, the two articles suggest that it might be time for women to put down the pumps and breathe a sigh of relief. If you can’t breastfeed, that is too bad, but formula is almost just as good. Of course, if you want or need to be away from your baby, then the breast pump can no longer assuage your guilt. (But did it ever, really?) We still want to have it all: careers and babies and home-baked goodies. But however you slice it there are choices to be made and it would be nice to have all the right information. As Rosin says, “If the researchers just want us to lick and groom our pups, why don’t they say so? We can find our own way to do that.”

Still reeling from Rosin’s accessory argument that breastfeeding makes mom the de facto go-to for all things baby-related, daddytypes.com’s post, Shapely Science-Distorting Lactivists Annoy Pump-Hating, Stressed-Out, Guilt-Ridden, Haranguing Shrew, jumps right into the name-calling with both feet. Methinks he’s missing the point. How the science is presented and how it makes mothers feel is what determines whether or not they spend countless hours hooked up to milking machines. And it is what will fuel a push toward maternity legislation in keeping with the rest of the developed world.

(Image courtesy of The Patent Prospector.)

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Too Much of a Good Thing

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Well, the Poison Control Centre assures me that a one-time-only overdose of Vitamin D will not harm Young C. If he continues to get into his little sister’s stash on a regular basis, we could be in trouble, though. I hope I can remember to give her the vitamins now, because I can’t think of any handy place where this little monkey won’t be able to reach.

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This is a Recording

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The kids discovered the, “The number you have dialed cannot be completed. Please hang up. Please hang up. Please hang up …” message today. Well, Young C actually discovered it, but he was listening to it on speaker phone with L’il I who just kept laughing and laughing. She probably thought it was me: “Come on C, come on C, come on C …” Ad nauseam.

My Groovy Joovy Caboose

Strollers are the big purchase when you’re expecting your first baby. Most people will happily go about their lives completely oblivious to the incredible expense and scrutiny that goes into the purchase of a stroller. All they see is something in their way, and maybe the baby. That is until their due date is approaching.

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To Each His Own

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Young C just refused lemon coffee cake in favour of multigrain crackers. Proof positive that the content is completely irrelevant; the answer is always ‘no’.

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Mission Statement

Lest my readers mistake my fast and flippant tone for serious criticism, I think it may be time to lay forth some basic Playground principles. One is that this is not a blog about how to parent well or properly. I don’t pretend the circumstances of my life have somehow landed me at the pinnacle of parenting know-how or that I have any universal knowledge on the topic at all. Most of my understanding of children and child-rearing is drawn from my own personal experience as a mother of two, big sister to three, first cousin to twenty-some-odd, and very brief foray into the world of professional nannies. This is augmented by countless books, articles, websites, and blog posts about pregnancy and childbirth and childrearing. So I speak the language; but put me at the corner of Pacific and Dundas with my own screaming toddler and newborn baby and I have no idea what to do.

This is a blog about how it feels to be at that corner. About what I’ve tried and what works and what doesn’t. About what’s going on in the wider world that might impact our lives as parents. About what kinds of stuff might be worth getting and what’s garbage. I’ll complain about my kids and I’ll brag about them. I’ll bitch and whine and gossip. Blogs are of a transient nature and what’s bugging me one day might not bother me in the least the next.

Still, insofar as all the content is filtered through my perspective it might behoove me to make clear any biases I have. I am not interested in any stay-at-home versus working mom arguments. (Though I thought I might be for a short while; it is all so stupid. Here’s the best rant I could find on the internet on the subject and it’s not even written by a mother.) I think any suggestion that women should participate less vigorously in the workforce than men, for whatever reason, is complete nonsense. But choosing to work at home caring for the children is just as admirable as working anywhere else. I do not have a fulfilling and promising career to return to. I probably wouldn’t even be able to get a job (especially in this market) that pays much more than full-time childcare for two kids costs. I enjoy taking care of the kids and I generally dislike work. But I cannot, simply cannot, bring myself to identify as a stay-at-home mom. For one, I’m almost always working some part-time gig or another to make ends meet. (I even worked full-time throughout the last half of my pregnancy; note the complete lack of blog posts during that period.) But it’s mostly because I want to work. Not full-time for now while the kids are young, and not doing menial tasks for someone else. But I need some external validation and a role to fill when the kids begin to need me less. I am jealous of both worlds: the moms who tuck their children in and fold the rest of the laundry and go to sleep satisfied that their day’s work is done, and the moms who love their children just as well all while contributing to the working world and the family’s finances. There is no right way.

Other biases include a procrastinating perfectionist’s attitude to housework. If it’s not going to be done right, then don’t do it at all, I say. That isn’t working around here so well these days as nothing is really getting done. If cleanliness is next to godliness, then I’m on the highway to hell. There is absolutely no moral rectitude involved in scrubbing your bathtub; if you can afford to have someone else do it, by all means. I tend to be fiscally left-wing, but a social libertarian. I think I might be agnostic, but still identify as Catholic. I have no ethnic identity, though, beyond my Canadian-ness. I drink a lot, a lot, of tea. And I have lately started to wonder if I shouldn’t have kept with the Latin and become the definitive modern voice of the classics. Puer puellae rosas dat. The boy gives the girl the roses. A boy is giving roses to a girl. You see? There’s so much room for interpretation … this will undoubtedly cast the longest shadow across my blog.