Teething Stars and Whisky

I'm sure I'm not the first mama to think of this but is certainly entertaining. I have been looking about for those ice cube shaped cubes for liquor. The ones you throw in the freezer then put in your drink instead of ice to chill your drink without diluting it. Those. Haven't found them yet. But tonight as I sat holding a teething ring (star rather) for our little man it dawned on me: teething rings aught to work just as well!

I shot my hubs a text with my brilliant realisation and awaited the moment he would tell me I'm a sick and twisted person. It never came. Instead he told me it was a good idea. Ya buddy! Then we quickly discussed how long both our days were and that perhaps we'd share a glass of crown chilled via teething ring later after the little dude is asleep. But of course, that's after showers, daddy time, and story time. So that drink is still a few hours away.

p.s. Teething rings also make great ice packs for minor injuries. Just in case you ever need an ice pack stat and all you've got is teething rings.

These are like crimpers, Not yet, but someday

"Okay, grab a hold of my fingers. These are kind of like crimpers, well, you can grip all the way around my fingers but someday they will be like crimpers." The words I spoke to my son the other night as he has decided, at 4 months of age, that he doesn't want to sit, he wants to stand. So I was talking him through this standing thing. Which, I'm sure to those around me, was rather amusing.

"Okay, you're up now drop your heels...and you're down...and you're up, drop those heels, you'll be much more stable. This is a valuable piece of knowledge for climbing, always better grip when you drop your...and you're down." I'm probably not winning any awards for motivational speeches given to 4 month old children. But we continued.

"Grab a hold, just like that. Whenever you're ready get yourself up and remember to drop your heels. There you go, up and now drop your heels. And you're down again...and up, okay now drop the other heel. Stability is crucial in standing, as it is in climbing, and dropping your heels will be a huge hel...and you're down. Okay, next time. You'll get it next time." No you most likely won't. However, we'll keep working on it and you'll get it eventually.


It all happened when I let my son scoot around the carpet without putting a blanket down. Our apartment has thick shag carpet and he grabbed a hold and pulled himself along instead of scooting himself along. It was at that moment that I decided climbing was definitely in our sons future. I started putting the blanket down after that, but climbing jargon has been a part of raising him ever since.

breathe through it...

When you plan a home birth you usually get lumped into the crazy mother earth hippie category of people out there in this world. That's cool with me, I didn't mind. But in truth there was a lot of scientific reasoning behind my decision. 98% of all births in the United States do not require a hospital-the epidural is not necessary, it's a nice option though. 2% of birth require a hospital, and as it turned out my son's birth was one of those 2%. I had HELLP Syndrome at 36 weeks and it very often fatal. By the time I was induced my liver and kidneys were shutting down (hardcore shutting down, on a time table to deliver before permanent damage would be done) and my blood platelet levels were dismal. I was at risk of seizure and my son was at risk to lose everything. Luckily, I have amazing doctors and midwives . My midwives caught it early enough, my doctor had me induced as soon as she saw my blood work and my little dude and I did just fine. In fact, he was born perfectly healthy, every mothers dream. We were even able to have a fairly natural birth. I had two rounds of induction meds and that was it. My doula and husband supported me through the birth.

Which brings me to the title of this blog post. At some point during labor as I was experiencing coupling in my contractions my husband said, "just breathe through it." To which my response was something along the lines of, "Ron Kauk can breathe through it my ass." I'm pretty sure my husband then repeated himself and I likely threatened to smack him. Ron Kauk...climbing legend, and a man who has personally influenced my rock climbing technique. Back when my husband and I met (rock climbing in Yosemite National Park) we also met Ron. Ron had me on belay for some sport route and as I am afraid of heights (bad phobia for a rock climber, I know) I was struggling at some point on that route. Ron's words of wisdom, "Just breathe through it". I did, I was fine, he was stoned. Ever since its been a bit of an inside joke when faced with something that seems insurmountable (like spelling that word). It is at that moment that, my husband invoking Ron's words, that I should have known we would not be mainstream parents. We aren't anywhere near mainstream.

It's one heck of a journey being a parent, and I am often telling my son a variety of things that are important to climbing. Most parents probably wouldn't think they are important to greater scheme of life. So this is our journey of raising our son (and someday we will add to our family) our way.