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Wednesday, 04 November 2009

  • Three Year Goals

    By 2013, here's a few things [aside from being a good mother, happy spouse, good friend, family, and community member] that I want to have happening in my life:
     
    * Back to School
    Ever since discovering my [sorry to be cheesy here] true calling to teach, I've known that I need to get my butt back to school for my teaching certificate. I want to be enrolled somewhere and taking classes by Lila's third birthday.

    Why the three year timeline?
    -->I love my job, but it has a lifespan. I don't ever want to feel it's tedium more than it's joy. This will happen if I wait too long.
    -->Without a fine arts/art history degree, I have little growth potential in my current position. And as much as I love art, my passion for it is as a living, breathing, PUBLIC entity. I don't get a thrill from it in books or theory, making me a poor candidate for pursuing my education in that arena.
    -->It was Shaun and I's plan that we would take turns continuing our education---that's why we were in Scotland, after all. And while there is no expiration date on my capacity and desire to learn, I've been    itching for "my turn" for a few years now.
    --> By the time Lila starts first grade, it would be great if my work schedule matched her school schedule.
    --> I don't want to stop at being a teacher. I want to grow into a good policy maker and eventually open       my own educational not-for-profit center for writing and the arts. I need to take the first step to let the           rest unfold.
         
    Challenges:
    --> Money. The recession has had not a small impact on our family. With a bail out from our families         and Shaun working 'round the clock to make his end of ends meet on a freelance writer's earnings,               we've been able to keep our heads above water. But adding the expense of tuition at the moment seems laughable. Student loans are an option. We've always used them before and never regretted it.
     --> Flexibility. My current job is not flexible. I am on duty when the museum is open---in fact I am the one who opens and closes it. The job requires me to work nights and weekends. A job with more             flexibility to accommodate my new family life and my schooling would be a HUGE help in striking a    critical balance.

    Why am I thinking of this now?
    Yesterday, my old boss in the marketing department spoke to me about coming back to her department. The position would be a step back for me, but the pay and benefits would be the same and she said she could offer huge amounts of flexibility. No more nights. No more weekends. I wouldn't hate the actual work, but I wouldn't love it. Taking a step back in one area seems strange, but is it if I am doing so to grow in other areas? I don't know if this is the best or the worst time for me to be making decisions like this---arguments could be made for both. But conversations are flowing. This is making me revisit myself in a way I've not done in a while and in a way that, frankly, scares me. I wish I had a more linear life, one driven less by "vision." But I'm not like that. And I've had a lot of fun along the way.
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    What do you think about taking a step back to clear some room for growth? Ever had to do it?

Friday, 30 October 2009

  • Update

    Lila Eleni Manning. She exists. In this big, beautiful world, there she is. Growing. Learning all about it. A glowy pink little mammal with trust as big as the ocean. She belongs with us. Her whimpers, her night squeaks, her sighs and her swallows. She is our daughter.

    That was the first thing I wrote post-Lila, mere hours after giving birth. Since then, it's been difficult to write or to do much else besides get used to baby life. And it's been busy.

    During her first month, Lila had many visitors. My mom and her husband Rick came in our very first post-partem days and took very good care of us. Shaun's parents followed, then my step-dad Tony and his girlfriend. Friends came over to cook us dinner, chat, and take our first family photos. Aunts brought bagels. Small trips around the neighborhood---the drugstore, the farmers market---felt like great feats. We went to a few parties and Lila chilled out in her snuggly front-pack while we gradually re-incorporated ourselves into society.

    Just after her first month birthday, we drove to Michigan to introduce our daughter to all her friends and family there. Instead of a baby shower, we had a Welcome to the World Party. It was wonderful to see all of our family. My grandparents even came from Colorado to join in the fun, which was a real treat. Instead of traditional baby-shower gifts, we asked everyone interested in being gifty to contribute to Lila's education fund. She's now got a very nice start to her piggy bank.

    After Michigan, we bought a car. Reality set in and trial and error taught us that it is very difficult to run errands with a baby on public transit. Especially with me working and breast-feeding; things have to be timed in a very specific way. So we are the proud owners of a 2007 Chevy Aveo. Did you know you can buy used cars from Enterprise rental? Totally competitive prices and extraordinarily well-maintained cars.
     
    Lila had her two-month check up on Wednesday. She is a healthy 10 lbs, 3 oz now. She's 23 inches long with a happy little head. She's a social little animal now; she returns any smile beamed her way and smiles spontaneously when she thinks something is funny. Her sense of humor is developing nicely. Horray!

    I had to be back at work on October 12. I had six weeks off and would have loved to take the FMLA-protected 12 weeks, but my I would have to go without pay (and thusly insurance) for 6 of those weeks and that was just not possible for us at this point.

    I love my job, but six weeks is too early for mothers to go back to work. Physiologically too early. Lila is an exclusively breast-fed baby and had a really hard time learning how to eat from bottles. A completely different kind of coordination is needed to chow on a pumped bottle of boobie snacks than to slurp fresh from the tap and at a mere six weeks, Lila was just struggling with it. She's mastered it now, but it was an extraordinarily difficult week and 1/2 for all. A giant pat on the back to Shaun---her daytime caregiver---for teaching her how to rock the bottle.

    Otherwise, back-to-work has been interesting. Shaun has been brining Lila to the museum when I work Tuesday evenings. She cluster-feeds in the evening, so I do desk-work with a baby attached to my boob. We also walk the galleries together. Currently, we have a really colorful Sol LeWitt piece called Wall Drawing #311 that she loves. She also really likes a red and yellow Dan Flavin piece. You know she likes something when she breathes like an excited puppy, smiles, and flails her hands and feet around in happy-dance fashion. Then she pauses, makes a cute "o" mouth, and coos before starting her flailing again.

    My staff has been hired by performance artist Tino Sehgal to implement his piece, This is New (2003). During the admissions transaction, my associates recite headlines from a major daily newspaper, apropos of nothing. Done right, the headline comes off as a complete non-sequitur. Do people think we're nuts? Yes. They are meant to. And it's hilarious. I'm on call to be interviewed by a local television reporter about the piece next week, and barring breaking news, will be on TV talking it up. Crazy!

    Last weekend, we took Lila to her first gallery show. Heaven Gallery was hosting their annual show, The Yield, and I had a few colleagues exhibiting work. We met another baby there and enjoyed some interesting work together. Lila loves going out in the world---she just chills in her front-wrap carrier, checks out the world sometimes, sleeps---and the gallery opening was no exception.

    Today, we're headed off to Michigan to attend our neices baptism. Shaun's been named her Godfather, which seems totally crazy. It's one thing to have your own kid, but another to be cited as a "responsible person" by another, enough so to tend to the spiritual well-being of their children. To be clear: we are secular humanists, but a spirit is a spirit is a spirit. It needs nurturing and I'm proud of Shaun for being up the the challenge.

    Here's some cute pictures I took yesterday, after realizing that time is passing at light-speed and I've just been letting my camera get dusty.

    Shaun reading Lila some bedtime comics. Note her flailing arms: she loves the contrast of black print on white page.

    Goodnight kiss from mama.

    I hope everyone is staying healthy during this nasty flu season. And I hope not all my blog posts will be so update-y moving forward. But it's been a while and I just felt a weird need to document all the massive changes that have happened and the small acheivements that make all the night-feedings and diaper duties seem like no trouble at all.

Thursday, 03 September 2009

  • Lila in da house.

    What day is it? I've lost all concept of time. Got home from hospital around lunchtime on Monday. So far, these are the things I know about my Lila:

    * She is a Snuggle-Bot, hard-wired for cuddling.
    * Aside from her own name and Snuggle-Bot, she responds to Squirrel and Honey Bear.
    * Lila lives for lullabies, preferably sung in the lower-registers.
    * My girl is not a howlet. She is quiet and extraordinarily patient, like her daddy. Will make for excellent museum and library etiquette.
    * She is athletic. Already lifting her head like a crazed turtle and frogging her way along the length of the changing table.
    * She poops and pees in vast quantities. Which is an excellent thing for me to see, as it is easy to worry that a little bot is getting enough milk (I'm new to this crazy world of lactation).
    * She sleeps. Lots.

    Giles is adjusting nicely to his brotherly new role. No spraying, no acting out. Once he saw that she was another little animal, things seemed to click for him. The door to the bedroom (where her bassinet lives) is now closed to him, but I make sure that he gets to be around her in a highly supervised capacity at least once a day.


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    Shaun. I couldn't ask for a better teammate. Here he is, on deadline, writing an article for CBR with Snuggle-Bot in the wee-hours of the night.

    My mom and Rick (Papa Grande & Grandma-ma Jaggers) drove out from Michigan on Monday to get their first Lila cuddles. I am too hormonal to write about how much I love and appreciate them without lactating and crying simultaneously, so I'll just say this: I feel so incredibly lucky and loved.

    Lila took a massive, bubbling shit right when this portrait was threatening to look stale.

    Grandma-ma.

    Lila loved hanging with the grandparents. Yesterday morning she was more alert than ever, taking them in and enjoying some good family bonding time. Behold these open, open eyes!


    The excitement of meeting her grandparents made Lila good and tired for the remainder of the day and last night. Aside from waking her to feed every 2.5 hours and diaper changes, Snuggle-Bot was set to sleep-mode all the way from 3pm--present.

    In other news: I've tried to read this week's New Yorker feature about Cameron Todd Willingham twice now and can not seem to get past the first four paragraphs without involuntarily crying and lactating everywhere. So horrible. I can't even stand it.

    Well, on that cheerful note, I'm off to the feeding frenzy.
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    What is the cuddliest thing in your life at the moment?

Tuesday, 01 September 2009

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

  • Other whales are more interesting than me

    I need to start wearing a sandwich board sign. The front says: I'M DUE SEPTEMBER 1. The back says: STOP ASKING.

    Who asks me when I'm due? Everybody. The Wallgreens casher. A stranger on subway. Every colleague that passes me in the halls/elevator. Museum visitors. Random dude I am waiting at crosswalk with. A crack head.

    I'm really not being self-centered here. This is actually happening. I know this is happening because I will be thinking about something totally random (such as narwhals, the unicorns of the sea) and a stranger will burst out with questions about my ripe uterus. It is a jarring experience, akin to being woken from a gentle nap by a  person in a creepy clown mask.

    Sometimes, the follow-up questions and comments are more exhausting than the initial opener.

    "What are you doing up and moving around?"
    "What are you still doing at work?"
    "You aren't 9 months pregnant. You're way too small."
    "Oh look! You dropped!"

    While I think it is really interesting that humans seem hard-wired to rally around new life, I find it disturbing that this communal support of the future generations is so short lived.  Once a baby is actually born, the community just seems to loose interest. American communities don't demand policies that would adequately support maternity leaves, breastfeeding, or fund public schools. We give financial incentives to companies that ravage the earth that our kids inherit. We fund wars that kill the youths of other countries and use the economically disadvantaged kids from our own countries to fight them. In practice, people don't even give a shit enough about future generations to trade in their paper Starbucks cups for a travel mug. So while the attention to the fetus is sweet, it is cosmetic. It is people responding to my physical shape. While I feel bad for knocking well-meaning people for their lack-of-substance, constructing cheerful response after cheerful response to such redundant chatter is exhausting. I guess I'm just looking forward to talking about other things with people. Narwals, for instance. I've been dying to talk about them with someone all day, but every time I walk into a room, I'm bombarded with baby questions. Even when I try to tell people about these crazy whales with horns on their heads, people just look at me with this creepy face that says, "Oh look. The pregnant lady is interested in the outside world. How adorable!"

    Even my closest friends take a while to get over it. One pal calls me Baby Factory, which used to be funny, but I'm just bored of being pregnant. I want this kid out. I think she will want to know all about the narwals. Maybe we'll even go to crazy remote fjords in Greenland to look at them together.

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