Baby Robin…

Something got my attention in the pool when I was in the kitchen. I saw something floating, then it thrashed and I realized it was a bird…

I called out to Simon that there was something in the pool and that it was drowning and to go help it quickly.

He came back with this little one…all wet and shivering and breathing fast.

Wet baby robin we saved from the pool...

It was most likely his first flight and ended up in the pool, he would not have lasted another minute…

I got a box and put a towel in it to give it a chance to warm up…

About 10 minutes later, his eyes started opening…

getting warmed up and dry...

I didn’t know that it was a baby Robin, but my neighbor came by and told me what he was…. then whenever we got close he started to open his beak and show us that he was hungry. My mama heart broke.

My cat eats birds often, they live and die, but this little one was pulling at my heartstrings…

Then I saw her… On the fence, with a full beak, a mama robin, looking for her baby.

Looking for her baby...

I took a chance and brought the box with the baby near where the mama was… She saw him right away, in the box in my hands, and her gaze followed us as I placed the box on the side of the pool… she went from place to place making sure the path was clear and then went to him…

Hungry little one

As I was contemplating what to do next as he was very exposed to the sun and the cats on the side of the pool, the mama left the box for a few minutes…

I turned to get another picture of her…

Mama Robin

and when turning back I saw him on the side of the box and in an instant… fly down into the bushes…

He made it 🙂

5 1/2 months…

In the last few days Wilhelmina has gone from doing the belly crawl to doing a knee/ leg crawl. She hasn’t exactly made up her mind about what her legs should be doing but she still gets where she wants to go. Luckily, she is not too adventurous yet so while we have put the gate up we haven’t needed to close any doors or make sure other rooms are safe. It won’t be long though.

On the move

Another new feat is sitting up… she has been sitting for a while but would topple over within a few minutes, but now she is steady and can go from laying down to sitting to crawling…

Sitting at the Cabin

As with Colin when he was a baby, since she doesn’t know where exactly to put her legs when crawling, she happened to move in such a way as to end up sitting and then realized that she can do it when she wants…

I can’t believe how fast this is going. Wilhelmina is most likely our last so I am making sure to savour all of these moments because they go by so fast…

Wilhelmina

Eight…

Eight years ago yesterday I became a mom…

It is amazing how my life and how my outlook on life and parenting have changed in those eight years.

It is amazing to see how much my eight year old has grown in those eight years…

Yesterday was the birthday boy’s day.

We went out for breakfast, something he loves to do, and then went out shopping for gifts.

He chose a three-headed dragon puppet, a Star Wars figurine, a Wii game and the two next “Bone” books (he has read the first three)…

great gifts

Going out shopping has proven to be the best way to get exactly what they want and we actually end up spending less than if we shopped ourselves…

then we came home for Pizza and Cake…

Happy day...make a wish...

It was just a great family day and a “very good birthday” (according to Mr. X himself)

I just can’t believe that he is already 8!

Yes, My kids are Perfect

There, I said it.

My kids are perfect.

They are perfect at smiling, at laughing and hugging.

They are perfect at jumping on beds, running in the yard and I can’t even express how perfect they are at screaming.

They are perfect at playing and discovering.

They are perfect at learning at their very own pace.

They are perfect at asking questions, and asking more and more questions.

They are perfect at letting us know what they need.

They are perfect at following their passions.

They are perfect at spending time playing video games, and board games, and watching DVD’s.

They are perfect at making rules and breaking rules.

They are perfect at testing boundaries, their own and those of others.

They are perfect at being siblings.

They are perfect at being frustrated.

They are perfect at choosing what and how much to eat.

They are perfect at making messes.

They are perfect at trying to understand how the world works and what their place is within it.

They are perfect at cuddling in the daytime and in the middle of the night or the wee hours of the morning.

They are perfect at getting our attention.

They are perfect at making sure our lives are never dull.

They are perfect at being carefree and happy.

They are perfect at having worries and being scared.

They are perfect at entertaining themselves.

They are perfect at being energetic.

They are perfect at being bored.

They are perfect at being impulsive.

They are perfect at remembering details that we never even noticed.

They are perfect at speaking their minds.

They are perfect at being authentic and honest.

My kids are perfect at being Kids.

Now it is my goal, and sometimes my struggle, to let them be perfect.

My four...

Natural discipline

Discipline in a parent’s view is crucial.

What seems to differ though is what the word “discipline” actually represents. For many, it means controlling and correcting through punishment, either physical or emotional.  If you read my blog, or look back in the archives, you know that I believe that discipline means to model behaviour, to be a guide and facilitator and to teach self-discipline. I don’t believe in using physical force (hitting, tapping, etc.) or emotional force (time-outs, ultimatums, threats, etc.)  as forms of effective teaching, or “discipline”, I actually think that they do more harm than good and they are steps back.

Over the years I have read many articles, blog posts or discussion board posts and have had conversations with people that critique natural discipline, positive parenting, non-coercive parenting.

All seem to repeat the same thing:

If I don’t  ______ (give a bedtime/force to eat/limit computer/put in time out/tap his hand) then my child would always/never_____ (never sleep/eat anything but pizza/never get off the computer/learn that what they do is wrong/understand not to run into the traffic).

The thought, of course, is that people look at all of this as being one or the other. If you don’t punish then you are letting kids do whatever they want. If you don’t force kids to do things, then they will never do it. If you don’t put limits, then no one will.

The defining moment of course is when the controlling parent tries to do the opposite and the child fulfils the prophesy. The theory that “no limits, no punishment” doesn’t work is etched into stone, and those parents that do such a thing are seen as neglectful parents with kids doing whatever they please and running amok.

Of course, for those who do live consensually, don’t put arbitrary limits and don’t punish, their kids are not doing what those people are afraid of, the kids are eating well, getting enough sleep and are happy, well adjusted kids. So why such a gap?

I think it comes down to that definition of  ‘discipline’ and what results with the way it is interpreted. Controling is not teaching self-limitation. Punishing doesn’t give them the tools to make the right decisions.

If you punish a child for hitting, they may stop hitting but they don’t learn anything else besides the fact that love is conditional to behaviour and that it is better to not be caught. Not punishing of course doesn’t mean that you let the behaviour continue. In the case of hitting, it is most likely an impulsive symptom of an initial problem. If you want to teach the right behaviour, the focus needs to shift from the actual hitting, to teaching alternative solutions that can replace the hitting. Children know that hitting is wrong, but they might not know what to do instead. That is what discipline is all about.

If you don’t have a bedtime, then you are more likely to follow your own schedule and sleep when you are tired. If you have always had a bed time and then suddenly you don’t, then you might not know your own cues or self-limits because you have never learned how to. Add the lack of self-knowledge to the mystique of staying up late, then you have a child that will seemingly not go to bed if you don’t tell them to.

What we need to be doing as parents is to teach our kids self-limitation and self-discipline and to maintain individuality and have a voice. I don’t believe that this can be done through controlling and punishment but instead through ‘discipline’ in the other sense of the word.

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