Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Play Dates on $10 or Less

Here is the article I wrote for AOL City's Best a while back on play dates for $10 or less. I figure it bears repeating. See the original article here.

Family Fun for $10 or Less: Play, Stargaze & Skate!

If you're feeling all kicky and reckless, it may be time to try a kid activity for $10 or less per person. Yes, I said $10 ... I did mention recklessness, didn't I? Sometimes you just have to go for broke. And if you are a parent, then being broke is your destiny. Don't try to fight it, just accept it. It'll be easier on everyone once you do.

Run Plus Fun: This clean indoor playground (pictured at right) is a good place for kids to let loose, no matter what the weather is like. There are slides, ball pits and an area reserved for babies and toddlers. For parents there are couches and free Wi-Fi -- win-win!
Day pass, $8 per child
10875 S. Eastern Ave.; 702-272-2255


CSN's Planetarium and Observatory: Make this outing an educational one. The Planetarium features a show on various celestial bodies that is projected on a domed screen. In the evenings, once the performance is over, telescopes are set out and public observing sessions are held.
$6 for adults, $4 for children 12 and under
3200 E. Cheyenne Ave.; 702-651-4138


Rancho Crystal Palace Skating Rink: Get into some old-fashioned roller skating at this classic roller rink. If you go on "Wacky Wednesdays," you can really make your dollar stretch -- the $8 price tag includes 2 slices of pizza, skate rental, a soft drink and 4 video game tokens. Otherwise, for the same price on other days all you get is regular admission.
$8 on Wednesdays, 3pm - 9:30pm. Check website for schedule and other deals.
3901 N. Rancho Dr.; 702-645-4892


Las Vegas Ice Center: Speaking of skating, if you're more into ice skating than roller skating, and your child dreams of being a future figure skating star, then this is the place to go. The Las Vegas Ice Center's admission price includes the skates, and they even have toddler sizes. Toddler ice skating should be pretty fun. More so for those observing, probably less so for the toddler learning the hard way that the ice is slippery.
$9 for adults, $8 for kids ages 6 - 8, $5 for toddlers. Check website for public skate schedule.
9295 W. Flamingo Rd., Ste. 130; 702-320-7777

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

In Which Pregnancy Becomes Like Old Age

I am 8 months pregnant this week. That's a lot of months.  And it strikes me how similar pregnancy becomes to old age, especially the closer you get to D Day. And I know about old people. My grandpa lived to age 98, my grandma lived to age 101. And I adored them and miss them terribly. So believe me when I say that I know what I am talking about here.

Here are the ways in which, as an super duper uber gestator (is that a word?), I have become like a very, very old person.

Napping:

Like many old folks, I simply cannot get through the day without a nap. If I do not nap, I find it very hard to get through the rest of my day. I remember my abuelita nodding off in front of the tv for several hours at a time. She would wake up suddenly, surprised that it was 2 hours later.

This weekend I told Phillip, "I am going to go lay down for a few." And a few hours later, I woke up to find that several hours had passed and I never even realized it because I was so deeply asleep.  

Drooling: 

I should be really embarrassed about this, but I find it so noteworthy that I have to put it out there.

I drool when I sleep. A lot. I have to lay a towel over my pillow. For most of the pregnancy this has happened only during nap time. The later it gets into the pregnancy, the more I drool in my sleep even at night. Last night I woke up abruptly to find the entire side of my face wet with drool. Um, I'm just going to say it so you don't have to: gross!  Then I thought to myself, "What if I drown in a pool of my own drool? How undignified would that be!!"

But then since it was the middle of the night and I was exhausted I feel back asleep right away. Still in my own drool. Again, gross.

Please note that this only happens to me in pregnancy. I am not typically a droolin' fool. Although I have met women who have told me that they had a terrible drooling/excess saliva problem even when awake to the point where they had to constantly spit into a cup. I am just lucky it only happens to me in sleep.

Getting Off The Floor:

If I get myself down on the floor, I will need a crane to get me off it. Or at least a strong helping hand. Would you ever allow your grandparent to sit on the floor?

NO.

Because you know how hard it would be to get them off it again. Same goes with pregnant women. Don't let them do it.

Getting Up From Couches:


This is another agility issue. Getting out of a chair is fine as long as its at a decent height and does not recline. But getting off a deeply cushioned couch or out of an armchair requires wriggling around and trying to lurch forward to launch yourself out of the chair using your own inertia. A helping hand is always appreciated. I remember helping my grandparents to get up from the couch or armchair many a time. These days, I remind myself of them.


Getting Tired Easily:

Elderly folks do not have a lot of energy to do stuff. They can get things done of course, but are exhausted afterwards. This is what I am a bit worried about because I am moving at the end of the month and have an entire house to pack up. Between getting tired and napping, that really cuts back on my productive time.

Daydreaming:

My mind longingly wanders to the halcyon days of my youth. The elderly also often get lost in daydreams of rosy times gone past. Actually, I am referring to just 8 months ago when I was a powerhouse of energy (well, comparatively speaking)! At least I can look forward to a baby at the end of all this and getting back to semi-normal.

Picking Items Off the Floor:

Another agility issue. I used to be able to bend at the waist to get toys and things off the floor. As I am sure my grandma was able to do when she was young. But by the time she was in her late 90's, although she could still do it if she made the effort, she looked like Bambi trying to stand for the first time- feet planted far apart, wobbly, and off balance. She would bend her knees a little to get closer to the floor, shimmy around a little to find the right balance, and then hang an arm down and use a pincer grasp to capture a portion of the item in question at its highest elevation. And that awkwardness is mine today. I should really take a picture of myself trying to pick something up. If only for laughs.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Baby Talk

Let's talk babies. Why? Because I have one. In my belly. I mean there is another human being in there, how weird is that! And since I said person is just chillin' in utero, I want to talk about it. It might be boring, but too bad. You are going to have to bear the baby talk for the next several months/years - and you are just lucky I have not drowned you in baby talk before this. 

Let's start the baby-talk kickoff with a shout out to my doula. Doula, yo! What up! I am happy I hired you!

Her name is Mandie and she is a Hypnobirthing instructor. Hypnobirthing is a self-hypnosis method of dealing with labor. When I first took the class I was preggers with Ivy, and expected my labor to be totally au naturel. This was a cosmic joke because in the end I had a scheduled C section. Ha ha, sooo hilarious, God.

With Violet, I did try a home VBAC but had pretty much forgotten all about Hypno, and anyway I had no doula to help me through it. 34 hours of back labor and in the end it was another C section for me.

This time around, I am attempting another VBAC, only I will be at the hospital this time. And I am thinking the epidural will be first on my list when I get there. So I will have an epidural and a doula on my side - I will be unstoppable. I am going to birth this sucker like a champ!

And I not only have a doula, I have the mother of all doulas - a Hypnobirthing instructor doula! So I am feeling really good about going into labor with her. I know she is going to take care of me and it gives me peace of mind. She is also Catholic, which helps because I want to incorporate my faith into the labor - I think it will help me deal with everything.

I am excited that the time is drawing ever nearer (October 25th) ... because I want to hold my baby in my arms, but let's be realistic - its also because I am sick of summer and cannot wait for the cool weather to arrive.

What? I'm keepin' it real.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

What Am I Teaching Them??

Here are a couple of slices of our life today. Judge accordingly.

Ivy: Mom, I want a bug vacuum for Christmas.
Me: Ok, maybe we can do that.
Ivy: But I want a kid size one, not a big one. I want to catch bugs.
Me: Ok that's fine. But you know, you have to let the bugs go when you are done studying them.
Ivy: Why?
Me: Because you can't keep them, they like to be outside. If you keep them in there they'll die.
Violet (suddenly interested): Like Abuelita? She died, right?
Me: Yes... she did.
Ivy: So is that what happened to Abuelita? Did someone not let her out of a container?

***

Ivy is curious about the Civil War. She has been asking a lot of questions about it because we have several Civil War history books with old pictures and illustrations. She has been asking for days about what the different pictures mean. Today she asked me about the people fighting and I explained it as simply as I could.

She decided it would be fun to make Violet play Civil War with her. She was going to be the North and she was going to make Violet be the South. She pretended to "shoot" Violet using a flashlight (turning the light on was the shooting), but Violet was not cooperating by falling dead. So Ivy changed the game and went into this scenario:

Ivy: Hey, you wanna be a slave?
Violet (enthusiastically): Yeah, I do!
Ivy: You have to get a basket and pick cotton. And then you have to come over here, we have to give away your children.
Me (trying to redirect them): Ivy, can you please help Violet get dressed, we need to leave for my doctor's appointment.
Knowing they like to play mommy and baby, I add: Go dress your "baby", Ivy!
Ivy (stage whispering): I'm just going to dress her and then I'll give her away.
Ivy proceeds to dress Violet, who is resisting, and says: I'm sorry, but being a slave is hard!
Violet: You have to drag me.
Ivy (cheerfully): There! I'm ready to sell my girl.

It may or may not be time to put some of our books on the higher shelves.

***

Violet: If I find a cockwoach that's cute, I'll pick him and give him a kiss. Then I can share my cookies with him, because I think cockwoaches like cookies. Then we can cuddle, and he can sleep in my bed.

Good luck finding a cute cucaracha, kid.