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Abandon your child, or face jail time?

November 18th, 2009, 1:55 pm by Roxanne Hack, staff writer

Alexis HutchinsonA single mom in Georgia could face criminal charges because she missed her deployment flight due to childcare issues. Alexis Hutchinson, 21, had made arrangements with her mother to watch her 10-month-old son for a year while she served in Afghanistan, but after two weeks, her mom realized the burden was too much to bear.

Alexis spoke to her superior about the situation, and according to The Associated Press:

Her civilian attorney, Rai Sue Sussman, said Monday that one of Hutchinson’s superiors told her she would have to deploy anyway and place the child in foster care.

So Alexis skipped the flight, because she decided that facing the consequences was better than abandoning her child.

Now, not coming from a military family myself, I should admit right off the bat that I know close to nothing about the goings-on in situations such as these. I do know from the news stories that Alexis joined the service in 2007, but has since signed a single parents care plan for soldiers before being deployed.

Her plan: Her mother would watch her child. But plans changed. Life happens.

I know in my heart of hearts that I would have done the exact same thing. Fearing they would put my child in some stranger’s home, I would never have shown up for that flight.

While I am a single parent, I know that I am fortunate to have back-up plans. My son’s father — and that side of the family — is incredibly involved in his life, and always will be. But a back-up plan while I’m gone for a whole year? That would be tough to find, and I’m betting one of the most nerve-wracking favors I’d ever have to ask of my loved ones. In fact, I’m still having trouble asking someone to take my monster for a night here, or a weekend there. There’s no way I would have just left, not knowing for sure in whose hands my child was going to end up.

For the time being, Alexis’ deployment has been halted, and an investigation is under way.

As a parent, single or not, what would you have done?

And then he ran a marathon

November 14th, 2009, 5:20 pm by Roxanne Hack, staff writer

Enjoy every second — it goes by quickly.

I couldn’t even begin to guess at how many times a parent has said that to me since I was pregnant. It’s the mantra of all parents everywhere: they grow up fast.

I’m still sticking to my guns about wanting him to grow to just a little bit older, to when we can be pals and run and jump and play all day, just me and my monster, and then stop growing. But I can feel it in my heart, in my bones, in my uterus, that the baby I had is gone, and a little boy has taken its place.

Monster's new shoesJust last week, I posted here about how he was taking his first steps. Wobbly and unsure, we counted one right after the other. I texted my baby daddy one night to say, “3 1/2 steps!!!” to which he responded, “AWESOME!! That’s more than I’ve seen!!”

It became five. Seven. Twelve.

Then via instant message this week, while Sam was with his dad and I was at work, his dad tells me, “He walked from the kitchen table to the couch!” and later, “I counted 32 steps!”

It was at that moment — 32?! you counted up to 32?? — I realized my baby boy is officially walking.

Today we took a trip to Payless for some cool dude Buzz Lightyear shoes that light up when he steps. When we got home, instead of carrying him from the car to my front door, I held his hand as he lit up those new little tennies.

I could feel the pitter patter directly on my heart.

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When grandparents get creative

November 11th, 2009, 4:45 pm by Roxanne Hack, staff writer

Boys car!

My parents — who live in the middle of nowhere an adorable little town just south of the Sequoias — are, in a word, awesome. We’re pretty much exactly the opposite: they drive big cars, they vote for the “other” party, they tease me over my concern for the planet and eating organic. But we’ve learned to tame our button-pushing.

They’re determined, however, to turn my boy into … well, a BOY. They’ve got fishing plans and ATV-riding plans and “let’s scare your mommy” lesson plans.

And already, they have this — a “boys car. errrrr,” as my mom’s text said.

SAM is for my boy, TYLER is for my brother’s new baby.

They will be boys. At least, if my parents have anything to say about it.

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Everyone makes videos of their kids, right?

November 9th, 2009, 10:57 am by Roxanne Hack, staff writer

Welcome to the 21st century.

My name is Roxanne (and I’m a Mac).

Remember how I was talking about my son learning to walk? Well I thought this would be a fun little video to share on this beautiful Monday morning.

Feel free to send me links to yours. And don’t forget to join our OC Moms Braggin’ Rights Flickr group so you can share photos of your kids as well!

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Taking a couple of steps toward freedom

November 7th, 2009, 11:05 pm by Roxanne Hack, staff writer

A coworker of mine who has 18 kids (okay, it’s only four) jokes every time I update him on my monster’s walking progress that I should push him down.

It all goes downhill once they start walking, he says. Don’t encourage him!

I laugh it off, because we both know he’s kidding, but he does make a good point.

SamuelThe minute my son began crawling, my life changed. It was no longer about watching him bounce in a chair — it was about watching him get into everything he could reach. He crawls fast, the little stinker, and when he’s determined, he can stand up and pull himself around a coffee table at lightning speed.

Walking will only allow my mischievous man to get to the DVD buttons quicker.

To me, it will mean having a buddy I can run and jump and skip with. It means going to the park and sliding down slides. It means less trips to the car when I have to carry groceries in, because one arm won’t be occupied by 25 pounds of boy.

It brings us into a new level of childhood. And while it’s bittersweet to see my little boy just grow and grow, I can’t wait for his three steps to turn into a sprint.

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Happy 40th, Sesame Street! My kid still hearts you!

November 6th, 2009, 9:06 am by Roxanne Hack, staff writer

Thanks to this week’s Google Logo, you probably already know that this year marks Sesame Street’s 40th on television. Beginning Tuesday, Nov. 10, its actual anniversary date, new episodes will air on PBS in place of the re-runs we’ve had to endure all summer.

There is some discussion over whether or not Sesame Street is still relevent, which surprises me to be quite honest. There aren’t a lot of good things on TV these days — even a self-proclaimed addict like me can admit that — so I tend to really latch on to the few things I do feel comfortable letting my son watch. A show full of furry monsters who teach you numbers and ABC’s is definitely on the good list.

Sesame StreetIs it outdated? Possibly. Is there anything wrong with that? Not in my book.

It’s a virtual place I can take my child where the economy hasn’t effected the neighborhood. It’s dependable and trustworthy. It’s safe. It’s Sesame Street, for crying out loud!

My son favors Elmo, whose voice can get a little annoying after awhile. But I’m pretty sure I owe thanks to the little red guy for my 14-month-old son being able to sing along to the Alphabet Song with, “Aaaaa-Eeeeee.” However, sometimes in the middle of the night, I’m haunted by Elmo’s Song. I prefer it when he’s riding his tricycle.

When I was a kid, I was a big fan of Grover, especially when he wore his red cape. I can still remember reading “The Monster at the End of This Book” over and over. My favorite segment was the Teeny Little Superguy — who lived in a cup and taught me things like sharing, and the safe way to cross the street.

Nowadays, the animated learning segments continue, and celebrity guests still visit and sing with the gang.

So what’s not to love? Who is your kid’s favorite monster? Who was yours?

Happy 40th, Sesame Street!

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Celeb gossip has gone too far

November 5th, 2009, 6:02 am by Roxanne Hack, staff writer

Hollywood fire

After watching Kate Gosselin on her interview with Natalie Morales of NBC News sob while saying, “I still think the phone will ring and it will be the old Jon,” I realized I was part of the problem.

I was watching the interview.

I was watching a woman talk about a fresh divorce. I was watching a woman with a broken heart answer questions no one outside a close circle of friends and family should ask. I was watching a real person, with real problems, as if I knew anything about her.

I crossed a line once more when I read about this Lindsay Lohan tape of her sobbing to her own father — who is, by the way, the person who sold the tape.

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My kid bites harder than your kid

November 4th, 2009, 6:21 am by Roxanne Hack, staff writer

biting

It’s possible he’s teething again. The kid has like 10 teeth already, but there’s a side of his mouth that isn’t yet filled with tiny white razorblades, so maybe he’s growing more.

It’s more possible he’s learned from his mama that biting is fun.

My favorite tickle spot on the little monster is his knee, and the best way to really get him going is by playfully chomping on it. His left knee is more ticklish than his right. His laugh turns my heart to gold.

So let’s say it’s all my fault. Let’s say he is biting the crap out of me — my leg, my shoulder, my tummy — because he thinks he’s playfully chomping on me the same way I do to him. If I weighed the amount of happiness his precious giggle has brought into my life against the pain his bruises have brought my skin, the former wins.

Though I’m not sure his dad feels the same way. Or his Grammy. Or his great-aunt Linda. Or Rosie the family pup. Or …

Well, you get the picture. The kid bites. Hard.

And when you yelp, or pull away, or tell him, “no bite!” — he laughs. (Again with that giggle!) He thinks it’s funny. And why wouldn’t he?

What bad habits have you accidentally taught your child?

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