Be 3 Class!!

"Ideal teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross, then having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create bridges of their own." -- Nikos Kazantzakis

 

Yesterday was the last day of my summer school teaching assignment, and I am experiencing a bittersweet moment. I am happy to have a summer break, but I am going to miss my BE 3 class. They were a riot! There was never a dull moment. Teaching adults is work. They demand everything you have to offer and then some. I've been teaching adult education courses for 3 years now and I've come to realize it's much more of a challenge then teaching school aged students. For instance,  "self-esteem and ego are on the line when they are asked to risk trying a new behavior in front of peers and cohorts. Bad experiences in traditional education, feelings about authority and the preoccupation with events outside the classroom affect in-class experience" {source}. I've had to remind myself of this constantly in planning my lessons and classroom presentations. The most fundamental aspect of teaching adults, that makes classroom discussion so dynamic, is they bring a lot of their real life experiences into the classroom. Classroom dialogues become a valuable teaching tool.

 

Anyway to celebrate the last day of summer school my class had a party. Check out the pics. I received a wonderful brown satchel-style handbag {I needed this color}, two bouquets of flowers, two beautiful cards, and a lot of hugs and kisses.

Showing off my new bag!

Post Baby Workout

Beginning last Thursday I began going to participate in the Daniel Cruz Post Pregnancy Get Your Ass Right Workout Plan. Every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for two hours until Labor Day we will be training together. It will be quite interesting . . . {written on 7/21/11}

Fast forward a week. We ain't did nothing!! Two hours workouts, one crunch, a push-up -- Nada. I've been too tired! D reminds me everyday since last week that I've been losing weight -- yeah right-- I don't see it. I'm borderline depressed. This extra fat around my belly is the worst. I can deal with my shoe size increase and wider hips but a big gut and a big butt is not cute no way any day.

Everyday {Monday through Thursday} I wake up at 4:30 in the morning, pump, drink 16 ounces of water, and roll out to ride the 7:00 train into Manhattan. I teach my GED prep class until 1:00, then I go to Chipolte for lunch. I get back home at approximately 3:15. As soon as I get home I pump again, because at this point in my day I have lopsided tits and an extreme pressure on my chest. So I pump and relieve D of babysitting duties {really Lil' D and I go take a 2-3 hour nap}. Two days a week I tutor two little girls for an hour-- more prep. Come Friday I am drained. Every Friday I go to my hair stylist and sit in her chair nodding hard as she blows my hair straight.

 

What's a girl to do? I'm working like a Hebrew slave to maintain the lifestyle I've been accustomed, but I'm sacrificing the precious essential part of life-- sleep. Oh forgot to mention Lil D is not sleeping through the night yet so I'm up 3-4 times feeding her. AND I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT EASY ON MYSELF AND GIVE HER CEREAL BEFORE 6 MONTHS.

Woe is me . . . 

Baby's First Party

Last weekend my uncle and aunt celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary and 50 years of life. My family drove up from Baltimore to celebrate in New Jersey. The all-white affair was great! It was Lil' D's "first party".  She wore a tiered, eyelet one piece from Old Navy, and she looked sooo cute.

 

D and I 


Baby's First Big Toy

Yesterday my MIL, Goddaughter, Lil' D, and I went to Buy Buy Baby to purchase a playmate. After looking at various items we decided on the one you see below.

 

 

The Baby's Play Place™ Deluxe Edition was for $79.99. When I presented it to Lil' D  she was all smiley for a minute then she began to use her little foot to push the sides. She was not impressed with the singing lady bug or the mirror. Hopefully as she gets older and can sit up by herself she will be more engaged with the toy. Shit for $80 I hope she grows to like it. SMH. . .

 

Our next purchase for the little one will be this:

This is the Pewi from Giggle.com. It costs $60.

"After first steps come many more, and this sleek and innovative walker makes it easy. As early as nine months, little ones can use the Pewi for balance while they get the hang of walking. And just so you get the most out of your money, the Pewi transitions into use as a fun ride-on toy for kids up to 3 years!

 

Why it's a giggle pick: Unlike walkers where the baby is suspended from a seat, the Pewi teaches a child body balance and motor skills."

Mommy's Birthday Weekend

This weekend we celebrated my mother and my sister's future mother-in-law's birthdays. They were born on the same day a year apart. We began the weekend by eating at a Lebanese restaurant in Paterson.
On Saturday we drove into the City and got a pleasant surprise, we walked right into the 6th Avenue Summerfest Street Festival (on 6th Avenue from 23rd - 33rd Street). We were in the City to specially purchase the accessories for my sister's wedding, look for fabric for the Ishobee outfits (hope I spelled


 Photo op with the Cirque du Soleil  
Lil' D and her Titi
On the way home after a long day of shopping.

Happy Father's Day!

 "I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection."

-- Sigmund Freud 

D spent his first Father's Day amongst family and friends, but first he spent the morning with his two main girls.

Lil D + D . . . twins

 D's first Father's Day went off without a hitch. I surprised him and invited his family to have dinner with us at this new buffet restaurant in Secaucus. He was surprised and speechless {esp. because we have been Beefin'- HARD!}. We ate then we hung out at in the courtyard near the restaurant after dinner reminiscing and just chillaxing.  

Lil' D + her Bisabuela {As you can see her new favorite thing is her thumb}

Me focused on my manicure

Focused . . .

The Fam

Check out my comb over-- H.A.M.

Ms. Lady checking out the sights

The Kings!

Lil' D + her Titi

 Danny got a LOT of gifts! He said it was better then Christmas {smiles}.Lil' D and I got him a Pictures On Gold {here} solid gold charm. I got the back inscribed with the words, "lo más importante en la vida. . . familia Happy First Father's Day" I loved it so much I highjacked!

 

No Sleep for Papi + Mami

I feel like I haven't gotten a good night's rest in six months. Know what when I think about it I really haven't. Lil' D is sleeping longer through the night, but having to go to work and not being able to take cat naps has been making me drained. When we come home from work we are exhausted! On my 15 minute train ride I get the BEST uninterrupted sleep. Yesterday the conductor said to me, "You get on this train and lights out!". I laughed and told me just don't let me miss my stop.

Lil' D with her loose jeggings

Her facial expression is too cute!

 

Dark Girls-- Very Long

For those of you who do not understand the term "colorism," it is a practice and worldview based on the bias of color tones. As a result of whiteness and the European aesthetic being propagated as the standard of beauty, many cultures and peoples perpetuate generations of bodily and psychological damage of attempting to obtain these phenotypes as much as possible. Source {One of my favorite blogs}

 My mother has this print in her dressing room

"You have three daughters? Oh okay so she's yours too?" These were the words an Afro-Caribbean woman asked my mother about me when she met my sisters and I. She didn't comprehend that yes this dark brown child was produced by a light brown woman. I take that back, she understood it she just figured I had a different Daddy and was the step-child. Nothing hurts more than having your own kind disregard, disrespect, and bad mouth you. Growing up in Baltimore and attending magnet schools I was used to the diversity of cultures and skin tones. While in elementary school I was ridiculed constantly about my complexion. The viciousness and cruel words were most often from my Black male peers.  I can remember vividly lying on my bed in tears relaying my school day to my mother. 

 

I am very thankful for my mother. When I would come home teary and depressed she would share stories of her childhood growing up in Jamaica. Although she is not dark-skinned she was teased and ridiculed about her short, course hair texture and being poor. They would call her "picky-picky head". Her stories and our conversations about skin-color and hair texture are what helped to shape me into the confident woman I am today {having a Daddy that emphasized the importance of self-love was invaluable as well}. She always told me that people who make fun of others do so because they have hang-ups about themselves. Self-hate is a bitch, and can be a monkey on your back riding you to say and do things that are counterproductive and hateful.  

 

Within the Black and Latino community, we celebrate having light eyes, straight hair, and fair skin ALL THE DAMN TIME. To have all three of these physical features is the ultimate prize. Funny . . . many of the people I've met with these traits are not so sure of themselves and often have major character flaws. Remember, the prettiest people do the ugliest things.

 

Before Lil' D was born I would fantasize about a little baby with my husband's whiskey colored eyes, his thick eyebrows and long lashes, and my chocolate complexion. In reality I was blessed with an almondy baby {yes almondy is a word according to Martinthat is the perfect blend of D and myself. Because I was bombarded with people guesstimating the looks of my unborn baby it was something that was on my mind frequently. Once she arrived I heard, "Wow she's lighter than I thought" or "She's got to get darker than this", or "Look at the top of her ear, she is going to be real brown". REALLY! Let's talk about the fact that her mother delivered a healthy baby with 10 fingers and 10 toes. I didn't post pictures of her on Facebook purposely. I was amazed at the number of people who messaged me for a picture of my child. Just saying she favors her dad was not enough. Listening to the comments of others I realized I have to work overtime to teach my children to over look skin-color and not prejudge based on physical attributes. I know it will be especially hard in a world that idolizes all things light, bright, and damn near white. Giving them the knowledge to create their own standards of beauty will be the mission.

 

I think about Lil' Wayne's comment on brown skinned girls and I cringe.

"My daughter is the first and last dark skin child I’m having. The rest of my baby moms [are] light skinned chicks. I even got an Asian baby moms to make sure I have a daughter with good hair. Too bad we had a son.”


How does he expect his oldest daughter to feel about herself when the first man in her life doesn't find her chestnut skin beautiful, but flawed. He better hope she doesn't grow up and have the Lil' Kim syndrome. Does he love his mother? He's an ignorant ass, but what's sad is that many people of color feel this way. 

 

Carol's Daughter is the brainchild of a beautiful chocolate sister, Carol Price. Whyare their new brand ambassadors Cassie, Solange Knowles, and Selita Ebanks? I mean really. . . just continue to perpetuate the stereotype that "light is right". Its a shame and I'm sure the company's executives will have a well fabricated excuse as to why three woman, 2 of mixed heritage, are representing their products.

What's a chocolate girl to do to get some play? I love Italian's Vogue's effort to have a "Black" issue {check it here}. It is a sad state of affairs.

Dark Girls: Preview from Bradinn French on Vimeo.

 

 

 

After watching this and reflecting I began to think about the unconscious decisions I've made as a result of the prejudice directed towards me because of my skin color. Things like who I chose to marry, the colors I love to wear, even how I wear my hair. I once read a book about a woman wanting "couture babies". She meant her children being not just "regular" black, but bi-racial. She wanted children with light-skin, long hair, and non-negroid features. This is not me, even though many people think this is my mentality. When people were introduced to my husband, especially black woman they would often tell me things like, "Oh your children are going to be so cute." Really?! Why? Because my husband is Latino, well let me get more specific he is non-Black Latino. I wonder if he was my complexion with my hair texture if they would feel my children would be so attractive. I know the answer to that already, nope!

 

When I was very young I would tell my parents I was marrying a Puerto Rican. I don't know why I had a fixation with this ethnic group. At that time I wasn't able to distinguish between the various ethnicities in the Latino culture. I just knew that a Puerto Rican man was the one for me. I guess I was fascinated with their olive skin, wavy hair, and their Spanglish accented speech.  When I think about it today I know it goes deeper than this. Growing up and being teased relentlessly by African-American boys truly scarred me. 

 

Why is it that when many Black men "make it' his preference in a wife is a fair skinned woman?

Why is it okay for white people, like Snooki, to tan themselves to the point of cancer?

Why do Black music entertainers caste only "exotic" fair skin women for their videos?

What's up with this "long hair don't care" bullshit?

Why do you feel telling me I'm pretty for a dark girl is a compliment?

 

White supremacy you won.  The Willie Lynch mentality you won. Mission accomplish.

 

Bottom line this is what Lil' D will be taught...

Just because you have an "exotic" complexion {one of D's co-worker's description} and your hair is not course don't think you get a pass. A pass to be elitist and pretentious. BEING WELL LIKED AND HUMBLE are better traits to have than feeling special because you are light-skinned with long hair. 

BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP AND UGLY IS TO THE BONE!

We all are victims of this vicious cycle. Shit I have blonde highlights right now and I prefer straight hair to my natural curly texture. I sometimes feel I will be fighting an uphill battle. Teaching Lil' D to love herself and celebrate her African features {people are dying to get them!} is the key. It's going to be hard becuase I even have to check her father at times.

 


 

Beautiful Shades of Black



30 Birthday/First Mother's Day

This was an eventful weekend for me. I celebrated my 30th birthday on Saturday and Sunday was my first Mother's Day!

My birthday consisted of my sisters, mother, and I going to my fav spa (Juevenex NYC) for Korean Scrubs and massages on Friday. On Saturday we went to the movies to see Jumping the Broom. Great movie, especially if you are into romance and sappy love stories like I am.

On Sunday, D, Lil' D' and I lounged around the house until late afternoon. After being lazy all morning we decided to got to the mall to eat and to exchange my gift. Yeah I know. . . D spent a lot of time choosing a special gift and I returned it. What can I say I am "particular" about things and this time I refused to give him a list of what I wanted. Bad idea. The "you should know me by now" speech was for naught because we had to go shopping all over again and I was not in the mood. Yup I wasn't in the mood to shop. Scary I know.
 

On the way to exchange my gift

After our mall adventure

Thoughts on my 30th Birthday

A year and a half ago I thought this day would be filled with party preparations and a big hotel ballroom soiree. I planned to have an ice bar and chair massages . . . the works. Fast forward several months, my focus shifted from planning a big celebration to planning a bangin' nursery for my little one, finding a top-notch child care center, and learning all I could about labour & delivery.

When I turned 25 I planned a big soiree {well not really big because it was in my house} and it was a big deal. Now after living 30 years and having a different set of values and priorities a big to-do just seemed like to much work. Yeah, I know you're thinking, "You plan events and planning your own is work?" I would say yes. My OCD is out of control when its something I have to do for myself, so it was best not to obsess about my pregnancy and a party. In less than a year I'll be planning Lil' D's first trip. I 86ed the whole big first birthday and decided instead we will start a new tradition- visiting a new country each year of her life. Next year Europe . . .

I'm out of my twenties and I'm feeling myself {if I do say so myself}. I've accomplished all but a few of my life-long goals {the few including being a millionaire--now days I'll settle for a thousandaire {student loan debt free} and learning to speak Spanish}. I'm officially grown, working on the sexy part {orangtan tits + a flabby belly = not cute}.

Lil' D with her aunties

 

First Day Back to Work

My first day back to work was Monday. Lil' D stayed with her Abuela and all went well. I only called once to check-in with her and that was at 1:00 p.m., no need to harass anybody because I'm going through baby withdrawal. I dealt with it {silently}. To make me smile through my gloomy separation anxiety my wonderful little sisters sent me a sweet note attached to an Edible Arrangements' bouquet. Thanks Lennie + Olivia! Love you much!

Upon returning home D decided we should commemorate the day with a backyard photo shoot. Check out our pics below.

Loving the rose gold graduated beads necklace and earrings O3 purchased me for my birthday.

O2 got me a wonderful shimmering eyeshadow case that is HAWT{put some on at the beginning of the day--as you can see by 5 p.m. it was all gone}. 

Day two of work some kid stole my FRIGGIN' PHONE. So much for a stress-free transition back to work.

 

Tia Mowry Pregnancy Pic

"I know that there are people out there who say that there is nothing sexy about being pregnant," says Tia Mowry. "Then there are some people who embrace the sexuality." 

Photo credit: Dimitry Loiseau

"I feel empowered; I feel sexy," says Mowry, who's expecting a baby boy on July 3. ~Source

Inspired to pose for the photo by her mother – who regrets not having taken such a shot herself – the actress admits that she's a little "obsessed" with her glammed-up pregnancy pic. 

Thrush: Unsolicited Advice

At my OB's office today.

 

Older Woman {OW}: Uwww! Look at that baby's tongue.

Me: I know we have been battling this thrush for 3 weeks. That's why I am here today.

OW: I have 8 kids, you know what you need to do?

Me:  WOW 8! No what do you suggest?

OW: You got to get you some Boric Acid . . .

Me: Boric Acid?! That's a new one.

Lettie: Isn't that what Mommy used to get rid of the ants?

OW: {Ignoring Lettie} Yeah, so you take one tablespoon of the Boric Acid and mix it in some water. You got to sterilize the water now.

Me: Okay, one tablespoon, boil water... okay.

OW: So you mix them make a paste and put it on that baby's tongue. It will take that thrush right out. You know what they say also works? Having a drunk person breath in the baby's face.

 

Me: {Blank stare}

 

 

 

Back to Work Again

Today I got a surprise! My parents purchased me a Kindle for my birthday and it arrived UPS. I already downloaded two books from one of my favorite authors Brenda Jackson. 

 

My new Kindle is not what I want to post about, its my maternity leave. It's over! Due to the neglience of my PayRoll Secretary, my oversight, and just a F'ed up system I have to return to work four weeks before my planned date. I really dropped the ball, and I forgot a lesson I learned at a very young age.

Lesson: Never rely on others to do their job when it concerns your wellbeing. Handle shit yourself, so when things go wrong, as they often do, you have no one to blame but you.

I could really kick myself! Six weeks of maternity leave is a JOKE! Just like I wasn't prepared to have my baby two weeks before my due date, I am not prepared to return for another month. Oh well this is just more motivation to get my shit together {By shit I mean my financials}. So on Monday I'll be back on the grind. Lil' D will be in good hands with her Abuela, so I'll try not to fret.

 

As you can see I am prepared with at least 3 weeks worth of frozen milk. Pumping at work has me a little vexed. I planned to pump three times a day, on my preps {8 a.m, 11 a.m., 1:30, and 3:30}. That should prevent me from getting engorged. It seems like a lot of milk. I know it will be because it seems like when I'm away from her I produce more. I got to read up on pumping at work. {Look--> Lil' D's placenta in the background there is wondering when its going to get planted.}

Akua'ba Fertility Goddess

As I sit here breastfeeding at 3:17 in the morning, (trust me you get used to waking every hour and a half to nurse--nope I'm lying) I am typing with one hand and cradling Lil' D with the other. See as a Mommy multi-tasking is one of your new middle names.

 

Anyway I took a mental inventory of my bedroom (having a yard sale and need to sell some things) and my eyes rested on a wooden statue I was given in undergrad from a Ghanian girl as a gift. She told me back then it was called Akua'Ba. I collect dolls and decided this strange looking statue was nice, I even placed a gye nyame necklace around her neck. Now my Jamaican mother would think I was crazy for taking a wooden statue and amulet from a person. LOL . . . the conversation would have gone like this if she had know I accepted the gift:

Me: Mommy my friend at school gave me this wooden statue as a gift.

Mommy: And you take it? Wey yu a say? Didn't you tell mi she was fenkay, fenkay?

Me: But itt was a gift. I like it. And you know I collect dolls. She's alright sometimes.

Mommy: Wha sweet nanny goat a go run him belly. Pickney who cyan hear will feel. 

Me: It's not too much and she is gifting me for helping her out.

Mommy: Fool-fool.

For those of you with Jamaican parents you know how superstitious some can be. Taking something like a statue or jewelry from someone is comparable to taking drugs from a dealer. It's bad and everybody is out to harm you . . . covertly of course in the way of objects. As a result my Akua'ba remained in a box for several years, then to my attic with my other dolls.

 

I mentioned in a previous post D and I were trying to get pregnant for a while and in an attempted to have our room more feng shui I moved furniture and brought my Akua'Ba down from the attic to rest on my reading table in the corner of the bedroom. I figured, "hey ovulation sticks ain't working so let's bring in the spiritual elements". Short of having my friend perform a Santaria ritual on my ass I was desperately (no too strong a word) decisively thinking of all options. I was tired of people telling me it takes time. I had all kinds of negative thoughts on why we weren't procreating successfully.

Now I'm not one to totally accept the dogma of all Jamaican superstition, so I spoke to the doll one day. I said, "I hope you're not some wooden vessel for evil. I need to get pregnant and that's what you are suppose to facilitate." You laugh but growing up in a West Indian household you are leery of a lot of things.  A short time passed and sure nuff we got pregnant.

 

 

 

P.S.

Yeah you're wondering, "Is she serious?" I did bring the statue to my bedroom and within a month we were pregnant, but I also had an HSG procedure during the same time. So was it magic or science?

 

 

The Cost of Birth

Yesterday I received the Explanation of Benefits from my insurance company. Yeah I know such exciting news. Well it was for me because I lwanted to know the cost of labor. A whopping $21k was the final bill!! I wonder how much a home birth would be? This is the option I am exploring for baby number two. 

Mommy and Lil' D Updates

Today Lil' D had her one month doctor's visit. The doctor said she was progressing well and breast milk is doing her good {She previously told me if she didn't see a weight gain she would recommend supplementing my milk with formula}. At birth Lil' D was 6 pounds, 2 ounces. At two weeks she was 7 pounds, and at 4 weeks she is 8 pounds 4 ounces. She is growing nice and round  . . . my Lil' Munch Munch.

The doctor and I discussed her immunization schedule for the next six months. I asked her to add an additional MMR vaccine in the schedule because of our travel to the Caribbean this November. Typically this vaccine is done after one year of age, so I had to request an additional one. My mother emailed me an article about traveling overseas with infants and the need for the supplemental shot {check it herehere, and here}.

Pretty good. I was on a high for about ten minutes then I got some unpleasant news. Well it was not really a surprise because I mentioned to D this weekend that I believe our baby had this "illness". Using the word "illness" is too harsh, so let's say "situation". From some where, possibly my orangutan tits, Lil' D developed thrush in her mouth. It's not a nasty looking case like I viewed on the internet. It's basically a white coating on her tongue. Each day for the past week when I wiped her gums and her tongue I noticed the white stuff on her tongue. I thought it was milk residue, but it would not disappear. I began to notice this last week, it didn't cause me too much stress because I knew we would be going to the doctor today and she was nursing without complications. The doctor prescribed Nystatin to be taken orally four times a day. So far Lil D has had two doses and already she has experienced stomach irritation... my poor Munch Munch. I googled thrush and found an excellent resource from Dr. Sears here.

 

All is well that ends well. My Munch is out of size "N" diapers and on to size "1". Yeah!

 

Lil' D's Birth Announcement

If you can remember in my previous post here I was thinking of various designs for Lil' D's birth announcement. I decided to mimic my sister's save the date (Click here to see the design) and called on the most creative graphic designer I know, Jill Amis of 311 Graphics. I explained to her I wanted to use one of her previous designs as the basis for the announcement. After showing her the picture of my inspiration and giving her the veribage she went from there to create a gorgeous announcement. It had my father swooning it's so nice.

 

Thanks again Jill for creating such a one of a kind, frame worthy design.

 

 

Inspiration for the announcement came from a picture I swiped off the web of a bedroom.

I was entralled with the lilac and tangerine (reminds me of my favorite summer time treat- Creamsicle) colorsape. These are my new favorite colors.

 

Graphic Designer Information:

Jill McAmis
311GRAPHICS.COM
jill@311graphics.com

 

Clothing for my Little Girl

I made a pact with my husband at the beginning of my pregnancy that we would not find the sex of our baby prior to delivery. This was one of the hardest things for me to do- EVER! I plan for everything and my OCD was getting the best of my, especially at around 7 months. I would go in to stores fill up a shopping bag/cart with the most unisexed clothing I could find, then after talking myself out of it I would leave the entire bag on a rack and walk out the store frustrated. It was torture!! Seeing all the cute little dresses, shoes, and onesies. Shopping for unisexed baby clothing is no fun. So after three weeks of excile I ODed in Target, the Children's Place, and Carter's. 
Here are a few of my purchases...
I soo loved this outfit. It's size 6-9 months and will be perfect for the fall.
This is an alternative style to the first outfit. I love the cardigan!
Baby Jeggings --So cute and only $7 @ Macy's
 
I love the silhouette of this outfit. The trapeze dress and leggings are soo cute!
I found this jacket @ Crazy 8 for $6.99. 
Some more trapeze outfits and cute tennis skirts + t-shirts sets. All from Target for less than $10. All except the dress in the front that was $20.
Circo brand clothing all for less than $8.99.
 I love these soft soled leather moccasin style shoes.
Next week we hit up Daffy's!