This is not a song
Category: Life

This is not just a song.  It is walking along the beach, his hand in mine as the waves tickle our toes, and we share a walkman.  It is the promise of new love and a future that never was. It is the tear that silently rolls down my face as I listen to it.  It ceased to be just a song too many years ago to count.

This is not just a song.  It is the wind in my hair as I sing it at the top of my lungs through the sunroof of a Yugo.  It is youth and freedom.  It is getting that feeling again everytime I turn it up even now.  It was never just a song.

This is not just a song.  It is turning the car around and not going back.  It is strength and courage, that came at the right time. It is the radio speaking to only me at the right second.  It is not just a song.

This is not just a song.  It is a baby boy, with his father's smile and his mother's eyes, who was taken before his little fingers could grab at mine.  But not before they grabbed my heart.  It is sobbing and what might have been.  It will never be just a song.

This is not just a song.  It is a reminder of the one that loves me, unconditionally.  It is the back of my hand and all that implies.  It is the warm body next to me at night and the promise of a bright loving future.  How could that be just a song?

Now I leave you with lyrics, not because they relate so much to my blog, but because I have a reader who needs to hear them, and know its not just a song.

What if we fall - Chely Wright

Reasons
We've got a million
To stop taking chances
And start playing it safe
Memories
Of old love can haunt you
I should be scared to death
But I can't walk away

'Cause what if we fly
What if we fly
And dive off the edge of the end of the world as we know it
What if we fly
Have faith enough to think fate might just know where we're going
What if the arms of the wind carry us to the place
We never could find
Yes we might fall
But what if we fly

Answers
They don't come easy
I don't know what's wrong anymore
But I know when it's right
Only a dreamer
The truest believer
Can let the chains fall to the ground
And take to the sky

'Cause what if we fly
What if we fly
And dive off the edge of the end of the world as we know it
What if we fly
Have faith enough to think fate might just know where we're going
What if the arms of the wind carry us to the place
We never could find
Yes we might fall
But what if we fly

I know we might fall
But what if we fly

And to steal another lyric, always remember my friends, you could have missed the pain, but then you'd have missed the Dance.

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The apple does not fall far from the factor tree
Category: Life

Perhaps you all remember my blog about the big blowup between Missa and I regarding subtraction and borrowing.  I called "regrouping" "borrowing"  and confused the heck out of the poor little thing. 

What?

You don't remember it?  Then go back reread all my blogs and leave comments and kudos until you find it.

I know that you all are dazzled by my brilliance, and I hate to have to climb down from that pedestal, but I have a confession to make.

I. SUCK. AT. MATH.

I only made it to Algebra 2 in High School.  I could not take any of those math courses needed for college because I struggled to get that far.  Also academics was not at the top of my to do list while I was in school.  I had way more important things to do.  Like hang out, drive Aaron's car with the parking break on, shop.  You know really important things, unlike that downer school.

Even though I did not get too far in math and I was busy doing important things.   I can do fifth grade math.  Really.  I don't want to prove it to Jeff Foxworthy or anything, still I am fairly confident in my fifth grade math abilities.

So last night Missa asks me for some Math help.  The first part of her homework was Prime Factorization written in simplest form using exponents if she could.  So I tell her, lets make factor trees for each of them and then it will be easy. 

This was answered with: What's a factor tree?  

Crap.  Certainly they cant teach you how to factor without factor trees, right? 

Wait.  I take a closer look at the examples.  There are factor trees on the examples.  She has to know factor trees, its right there on the example.  So I point it out to her.  This is a factor tree. 

"That's not a factor tree."  Followed by a look that said how did I get such an idiot for a mother.

First we don't borrow anymore, and now there is no more factor trees.

If they change the name of things, shouldn't like Katie Couric announce it?  Or The View do a report on it? Maybe it could get a slight mention on Oprah.  Something to let us mothers know that they have changed the name, so we dont get the you're an idiot look?

Nonetheless, I called it a factor tree told her to do it and call it whatever she wanted.  Easy Peasy and she finished the page.

Now she had to do the back of the page.  The back of the page contained questions like this:

If Little Johnny has 400 apples and he is going to sell 7/8 of them how many apples is Little Johnny going to sell?

First off, when did Little Johnny get out of my dirty jokes and into my kid's math problems?  Little Johnny needs to stay where he belongs, which is not in math problems.

So I tell her you have to make this into a math problem.  Here is how we do that.  We write down the information we have.  The information we have is that 7/8 = x/400. 

Crying. 

Crying?  I only showed her how to write down a math problem, why are we crying? 

"That's not what my teacher says."  OK. 

"What does your teacher say?"

"To keep timesing the top and bottom number by the same number til I get the right answer"

"That doesnt make any sense"

"Well it is how she told us to do it."

"OK, but how will you know you got the right answer?"

"When I get the right number the bottom number times it will equal 400."

Certainly this teacher did not tell my child this, right?  How long will that take?  Days?

Sure enough low and behold, this is exaclty what she is supposed to do. 

But since I can't do it this way (yes, I can look at the problem and see the answer, but that doesnt help me in teaching her to show her work) I have only two choices, give her the answer or teach the only way I know how and have her do it.

So I show her my way.  Because I don't want to give her the answer.  She actually got it after a few tries and was able to complete the rest of the worksheet on her own. 

Of course now I am concerned, because it's not what the teacher taught.  Will I get berated for this?  Will it make it harder for her?  I dont know.

They need to have a class for parents at night at the school titled "These are all the things we have changed since you were in school so your kids dont think you're idiots."

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My baby is missing

The change is subtle.

I am not the only one that notices it.  Her eyes dont glisten.  Her hair doesnt shine.  She is reserved and quiet, often sitting on my lap rather than playing or getting into mischief.  Her appetite is gone.  Her temperature never goes down.  A slight touch in just the right place sends her screaming.

The precociousness that earned her her nickname hasnt been seen in weeks. 

The doctor sees numbers.  He assesses and reassures.  He is trying his best to find out what is wrong.  He is concerned about the numbers.  Doing what he can to fix them.  He tells me not to be concerned.

But his child isnt missing.  He does not hold the body that houses what was once a vivacious, intelligent toddler, and feel the difference.  He doesnt cry when she chooses to sit and watch, with dull tired eyes, rather than participate.  He never saw those eyes with the devil dancing in them.  He doesnt remember her dance, or long to see her use the vaccum wand as a microphone when her favorite song comes on.

The numbers can get better, they can get worse.  But I want my baby back. 

I want her to dance and play and run so fast all over the place that I cant catch her.  I want her to leave a trail of destruction in her wake, pulled out wipeys and strewn toys and begging for more time on the jumpoline. 

I want him to find my baby and give her back to me.

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The last 12 days
Category: Life

As mothers we deal with scrapes, cuts bruises and sprains on a near daily basis.  I have fairly active children and stock in a band aid company.  Because band-aids cure everything.  Everything.  Right? 

March 29.

I was up early planning my day.  I had to work.  Chucky had been asleep awhile and I went in to see if she was awake.  She was, but she did not want to get out of bed because her leg hurt.  I told her that she had to get out of bed.  She refused.  So I told her that I would put a band aid on it and then it would feel better.  Silly girl, believed me.  I put on the band aid and she limped her way out bed.  She continued limping and saying Ow.  I was pretty sure that it was a strain or a sprain, and told her to walk on it and it would feel better.  Silly girl, believed me.  Part way through the morning she began crying and would not go outside.  But she would still walk on it.  I decided to take her to the emergency room.  Before you all think I am a silly overreactive parent to take a child with an obvious strain or sprain to the ER, please know that Chucky just does not cry in pain.  Ever.  She is so resilient and so active, even when she broke her arm she only cried a little.  But she was giving this wailing cry everytime she walked. 

So off to the ER we went.  She was examined by the doctor and he told us that he also suspected it was just a sprain, but since we were insistent that she does not cry like this, he would take an x-ray and be sure.  The x-ray showed nothing and we were sent home, told to use ice to help with infalmmation and encourage her to walk. 

So we did.  Because he is the doctor and we are not.  We are overreactive parents who took their kids with a sprain to the emergency room.

By mid-afternoon, Chucky was refusing to walk on her leg and was screaming in pain.  There is a difference between the crying she was doing in the morning, and the absolute banshee screaming that she was doing in the afternoon.   If you moved her at all she would scream even louder.  I insisted we take her back to the ER.

We took her back and by this time the ER had filled up, so we waited and waited, and waited.  Chucky screaming in the waiting room the whole time.  Finally, we got back there and a new doctor was on so he looked at what happened before and said, well I want to get a picture of the back of the leg and the hip too.  So he did.  They were negative, and he gave my child a shot of morphine and a diagnosis of sprain/strain.

The morphine helped.  She was able to sleep that night. 

The next morning I went to work, because I had not got to work the day before, and work had to be done. 

I was out about 2 hours when Stan calls me, and says she has been screaming and refusing to walk since she woke up.  I tell him to try some tylenol and a bandaid.

He calls back.  Not working. He really thinks there is something wrong.  I call my best friend the RN and she says for me to take her to Childrens Hospital immediately. 

Why?

She tells me that has to be something wrong.    But you havent even seen her I tell her.  She says I know that baby, and if that baby is screaming and not walking, I know there is something really wrong with her.  

This scares me a little.

We make the drive to the childrens hospital.

They put us ahead of the line and get us into triage.  The nurse takes one look at my child and says "they did not admit this child at the other hospital?"

This scares me a little.

We get back to the room and all of a sudden there are doctors everywhere.  They have my baby in surgery within 2 hours.

This scares me a lot.

The doctor comes into the surgery waiting room after what seems likes hours and hours, but was mostly about 40 minutes.  He says that they took a lot of infected fluid from her knee and that he thinks they caught this thing pretty early on.  They would keep her overnight for observation and we could probably go on Monday or Tuesday. 

Monday went by without much going on.  She had a fever and they seemed somewhat concerned, but alarmingly.  The doctor came by and said he had a small concern with her labwork, he wanted it drawn the next morning to see if it had resolved.  He suspected that it would.

Tuesday they drew the labs and left us alone for awhile, which allowed Chucky to get some sleep.  About 2 hours later, they came in and said dont give her anything to eat or drink.  This concerned me.  Not an hour later they took my baby back to surgery.  I was unsure what was going on it was a whirlwind. 

This time the doctor comes to the waiting room and tells me that the surgery went well, and that they had cleared more fluid from her knee, and flushed the entire knee with antibiotic.  He tells me that she has a septic knee.   He says they cant get the culture from the last fluid to grow anything and so they do not know what it is they are fighting, only that the way they are fighting it is not working.  The fluid should not have accumulated again, and the CRP (which is an indication of infection) was at 18 and is supposed to be at 1.6.  He says that she is critical and that if they cannot find the right antibiotic or combination of antibiotics this could go either way.

This terrified me.

TERRIFIED.  I cannot remember ever feeling this helpless or scared, ever.

For the next 48 hours she had antibiotics going into her constantly.  On Thursday they decided that she needed even more powerful antibiotics and took her back into surgery to have a PICC line inserted.  A PICC line is a catheter that is inserted in your arm, travels up your arm, across your shoulder area and into the vena cava of the heart.  It delivers medicine that an IV cant handle directly into your bloodstream. 

The new antibiotics coming through the PICC line worked!!!!

Her numbers started coming down.  She began eating and walking.  It was awesome.

Yesterday we were allowed to come home.  She is not better yet.  Her CRP is still 5 and she still has some swelling and redness.  Her PICC line is still in and we have at least 21 more days of infusion therapy through the PICC line.  But we get to do it at home!!!

We took a class on how to administer the meds and how to care for the line.  A nurse comes to the house 3 times a week and checks on us.  But we are home. 

She is truly amazing.

Thank you all for your phone calls and support and positive energy and cards.   It is just amazing all the love I felt while going through this.

Mostly thank you for not making me do it alone.

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An unsung hero -- for Dawn -- UPDATED
Category: Life

I have written many blogs about friends.

You all know that Amy and Becky are my best friends.

That I have mourned loss of my great friendship with Mike.

That I adore the superwomen.

That I admire and find inspiration in Margy and Amy.

But let me tell you about someone you don’t know.  Someone I dont give enough credit to.  My saving grace, Dawn.

About seven years ago, I received a phone a call from Dawn.  She did not know me, I did not know her, neither one of us had any idea who the other was speaking to on the phone.  Dawn had called to invite me to her son’s birthday party based solely on the fact that her husband and I go way back. 

I remember at the party we had only been there a short time, when Dawn availed herself as Auntie Dawn to Missa and threatened to kick any guys ass that hurt her.

Not long after Dawn was encouraging me to walk to get my weight off and showing up to take me on walks.

Every once in awhile I would stop by her home and bring her ’little bites of heaven’ or as the rest of the world calls it KFC Boneless BBQ wings.

This is how the friendship started.

Unfortunately, not long after Dawn moved away.  (bitch. lol.)

And I missed her.

We have forged an even greater bond since she went away.  Dawn calls at just the right moment, says just the right thing.  She writes me all the time, so I can keep up with them.  She encourages me.  Tells me she loves me no matter what.

I have only met this woman face to face 10 ten times in the 7 years I have known her but she is truly one of the best friends I have ever had or could ever ask for.

Dawn is currently helping a group of homeless who live in tent city in Ontario where she lives.  I would like you to go read her current blog, and her story, You can find it (because I cant get the link to work) I cannot get the link to work, but she is third on my friends list and the blog is called Ontario Tent City.  Her heart shines through on this. 

Ohh, and dont let my gushing and telling you how great she is, give the wrong impression, she is a badass bitch.   Make that THE badass bitch.

UPDATE:  Apparently the badass bitch has privated her profile, so you cant read the blog.

But suffice it to say that she is a wonderful person with a wonderful story, she has found something she views as a problem and is doing something about it.  She has the some money, time and resources that we all do, and she found a way to make difference, Not only to the homeless but to me.

UPDATE 2 She has unprivated it so you can read it.

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A fairy tale
Category: Life

There was once a maiden.  The maiden lived in a small town not far from where you are now.  In this town there were all the normal things that towns have and all the normal people that towns have.  The maiden was unremarkable.  She had frizzy hair and a little extra weight.  But otherwise she looked much like the rest of the normal town. 

Everyday the maiden went about her business in the normal town, doing the normal things the normal town did.  She was content.  Or so it seemed.

Every once in awhile the maiden would look toward the town on the hill.  The town on the hill was not normal.  The town on the hill had only beautiful people in it, doing beautiful things.  They were all remarkable and did not have frizzy hair or a little extra weight.  They spent their days doing their beautiful business in their beautiful town.

The beautiful people liked to stay on their beautiful hill, and the normal townspeople like to stay in their normal town.  Though they knew one another, and often passed on their way to and from places, the beautiful people rarely came and did normal things with the normal townspeople and even more rarely did the normal townspeople travel up to do beautiful things with the beautiful townspeople. 

One day the maiden decided that she would lose her little weight and straighten her frizzy hair.  This made her quite remarkable.  But she stayed doing her normal things in her normal town.

One day on her way to do her normal business she passed one of the beautiful people on the way to do his beautiful business.  She had passed this beautiful person every day of her life, but today he stopped to speak to her.  This pleased the maiden very much. 

They spoke for quite awhile and it was decided that later that night the maiden would meet the beautiful man in his beautiful town and they would go do beautiful things.  They had so much fun doing the beautiful things that they continued to do them night after night.  Pretty soon the maiden was spending most of her time in the beautiful town, doing beautiful things and she was content.  Or so it seemed.

One day the maiden woke up and she had so many thoughts she could barely contain then in her head.  Since the beautiful man had never spoken to her when she was unremarkable.  She wondered what would happen if something made her unremarkable again. Would the beautiful man cast her off?  This scared the maiden.  She thought, "What if I want to read a book today and not get out of bed and not straighten my frizy hair?", will the beautiful man still want to do beautiful things with me?  The maiden thought on this and thought on this.  She decided that the beautiful man would always want to stay in the beautiful town and do beautiful things.  But the maiden sometimes wanted to be in the normal town doing normal things.

So she bid the beautiful man adieu and went back to the normal town to do her normal things.  Some days she was remarkable and some days she was unremarkable and it suited her just fine.  She found a normal man who loved on the days she was remarkable and on the days she was unremarkable.

And they lived quite normally.

Then one day not long ago, the maiden was given a chance to see what her life would have been like if she had stayed with the beautiful man in the beautiful town, and it was right then and there that the maiden was truly content. 

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The dress -- For Margy
Category: Life

Margy has been asking for a picture of the metallic blue, puffy sleeved graduation dress that I wore to eighth grade graduation, so courtesy of my grandmother the picture is attached to this blog.

My scanner only scans black and white so I had to take a picture with my camera of the picture and upload it.  I also had to turn the flash off or it just glared off that god awful dress.

The flowered gold wallpaper is a bonus.  Please let it distract you from the actual dress, and my overall general appearance. 

A couple of things, anyone caught laughing will have their ass kicked by Dawn after she gets done kicking mine.  Dawn--- this instruction is to include your husband, kick his before you drive up here, and bring me pictures of his mangled ass.  Remind him he got to laugh twenty years ago when I first wore it, and to shut up.  Also that is not dog on top of my head, it is my hair.  Blame Amy for the hair.  Back then I blamed her for everything, she might as well get blamed for the hair as well.

Enjoy the laugh, it will the last one you have. 

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A Magnificent Journey
Category: Life

I needed a haircut and color.  Finally I had the time.  It had been so busy I had been working so much, my hair was awful.  I was sitting in the chair discussing the color.  The phone rang.  My father couldnt get a hold of my grandmother.  He had called and called and could not get an answer.  I had seen her on Friday and was sure that my Nonna's son, Richard had seen them this weekend.  It was only 1pm and I could go by after I got my hair done.  But my dad was insistent I go by now.  So I tell my hairdresser that I would be back, they did not live far and as soon as I put my dad at ease I would come back.

By the time I got there a neighbor had also gotten concerned as she hadnt seen them all day and broke the door.  The ambulance was there at the same time that I was.  My Nonna had fallen and broken her hip and had a mild heartattack and could not get up.  My grandmother was just sitting on the bed and waiting.  My Nonna had asked my grandmother for help but because of the dementia she had not been any help.  She brought her a blanket and went to bed.  My Nonna laid there for 22 hours before anyone found her.

This was January 7.  It would be only the beginning.

This started what would be a month journey toward the end of life for my grandmother and my Nonna. 

The first thing I had to do was break a promise.  I had to put my grandmother in a nursing home.  I had no choice without Nonna's help there was nowhere for her.

I have never been more heartbroken.  But I went to see her every other day.  I brought her things she needed. I tried to make her comfortable.

I would see Nonna everyday, and she was so positive and so upbeat.  Couldnt wait to get home.  She was healing nicely and was sent to a rehab center within a week. Then the hip came out again,  so she was sent back to the hospital.  It would be another two hip surgeries before we found out her hip would not stay in ever.

My grandmother plodded along.  Sometimes she would be an airplane or at a movie when I came to see her and she seemed OK.

The combination of medicines and surgeries were causing my Nonna's already weak kidneys to start shutting down.  On Sunday February 3 it had been 2 days since my Nonna had put out urine.  She was becoming delirious and having a hard time staying awake. 

By Wednesday she would be completely delirious and have gained 60 pounds of water weight. 

Then the amazing things began.

I suppose this is where you  might think amazing means that things took a turn for the better.  The truth is they took a turn for the worse.

On Wednesday night about 3 in the morning my Nonna coded and if the hospital had not forgot to have us sign the DNR would have died.  Instead, since there was no DNR she was hooked up to life support. 

On Wednesday night about 3 in the morning my grandmother woke up screaming she could not breathe and fell on the nursing home floor.  Because she was having trounle breathing we had her transferred to the hospital where she was diagnosed with pneumonia.

On Thursday Richard and I were discussing if we were going to stop the life support on Nonna.  We decided to sleep on it.  By friday morning we had definitely decided to stop the life support, but wanted to wait until my uncle came on Friday night, and go ahead and not take the life support off until Saturday morning.

My uncle arrived at 930 pm on Friday night.  We went to see my grandmother first.  It had only been 2 hours since I was last at the hospital but they had her in restraints as she had been combative.  The restraints were heartbreaking and the hospital agreed to remove them if a family member would stay with her.  I agreed to spend the night.

About 1 in the morning my grandmother began screaming for my uncle.  I told her he was fine but she told me he wasnt.  She had to see him now.  I said grandma everything is fine, Carl is fine.  She said "no, we have to go to Michigan and help him."

I told her he was here not in Michigan and did not need help.  When that did not work I told her we would sleep now and go to Michigan in the morning, knowing she would never remember in the morning.  She looked me square in the eye and was as lucid as I had seen her in a year and said, "take my word for it please it has to be tonight". 

She then started screaming again for Carl.  So I asked her if I got him on the phone for her would that work?  She stated that it would.  I called and she asked him if he was OK.  He said he was, and as promised she went to sleep.

I woke up at 6 the next morning and told my grandma that I was going to go to get changed and then we had a meeting about Nonna.  She did not respond.  So I looked closely at her, she looked so weird.  I knew she was dead.

I asked the nurse to come look at my grandma because she looked weird.  the nurse wanted me to deifne weird.  I couldnt.  So she took my word for it and came in to see her, sure enough she confirmed my suspicions.

I will never forget the call to my dad.  I was crying and as I told my dad, he told me, "Honey, calm down.  I know you are upset and probably confused, but grandma didnt die Nonna did."  

"No, dad I am upset but not confused, grandma is dead."

"honey, grandma just has pneumonia she isnt even dying, you are talking about Nonna."

"Dad, please understand me I am not confused."

"My mom?"

"Yes, dad your mom."

This conversation would be followed by several of the same.

Even their shared doctor ignored our request to the write the orders for Nonna's machines to be shut off because he thought she was the one that died.  It would be 1 o'clock before the doctor would make the rounds and come to the realization that my grandma and not my Nonna had died. 

The order was written at 115 or so.  And at 3am on February 10, 2008 I was sitting with my Nonna when she took her last breath.

These women ended the journey they began almost 50 years ago only 20 hours apart.  Just the way they would have wanted it.  We never had to tell the other one that one of them had died.  We never had to break one of their hearts and make them live without each other.  The died as they lived.  Together.

What a magnificent journey. 

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In 2008
Category: MySpace

Queen Amy will find her king.

Dawn and I will get together at least once and get too drunk to remember it.

Kelly will find a man with a job and some common sense.

Matt will embark on his new life and hopefully remember that us here in his old one love him and want him back anytime he wishes to come.

Vernsy will not kiss one frog.

Phil will ace his classes and remember to call once in awhile.

Amy will love herself as much as the rest of us do.

Margy will receive a letter from a publisher along with a nice advance and pay for my trip to get the personally signed first edition autographed copy.

Lizzy will realize that how she views herself matters more than how anyone else views her.

Lori will realize that she is the rock and the glue of the superwomen and that we cant survive without her, even when we forget to call and say it.

Cher will have lovely pink healthy tissue course throughout her body and a renewed strength that only this sort of pain can give her.

Leigh will change the world with her kind and generous heart.

Her Crystalness will realize that her positivity and buffy addiction have made me her stalker and will probably delete me by the end of January.

Mike will don a purple tutu and give me a new pic to look at, as well as realize what a magnificent support he is to me.

I will not kill my spouse or my children.

Happy New Year.  Thank you for being the best part of my 2007.

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That baby is having a baby!!!!
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

In the trainwreck that is the family sporting the last name of Spears, there was once a bright and shining light.  Jamie-Lynn.  

Jamie-Lynn was awesome, because she was the only Spears my kid was interested in.  So Britney could booze and carouse all night and my kid could care less. 

There was once instance where she screamed obscenities at the paparazzi, but I scream obscenities at the paparazzi all the time so I did not have to explain that away.

All was well in kid land.

Now 16 year old Jamie-Lynn is pregnant.  With child.  PG.  Embarazado (or whatever).

Now we all know that I am open minded forward thinker. So please dont get me wrong.  I went to the high school they sent the pregnant girls to, I have friends with 18 year old children.  I know that this happens.  It is not the end of the world. 

But Jamie-Lynn plays a 13 year old girl on TV.  She is looked up to by 9 year old girls.  And I have one of those.

When Baby V (that is Vanessa Ann Hudgens for those of you not up on the hip tween lingo) had the naked picture scandal, I could explain it away. 

"Well, Missa, the fact is that even though Baby V does not play one on TV she is an adult and even though Drake Bell does not play one on TV he is an adult, and they have an adult relationship and to them that includes naked pictures." 

See that was easy.  She took it all in hook, line and sinker. 

But Jamie-Lynn is in fact, not an adult.  This is not going to be explained away as the behavior of an adult.

I can focus on the irresponsibility of it, and turn it into a lesson, but I see this backfiring.  Spears is a household name, this kid is going the way of Sean Preston and Jayden James, notorious.  She will see that it is all working out, because Spears has money this is  not going to be hard for her.  This is not going to stop her from going out or doing normal things.  She will hire a nanny and continue on with her life.  The baby will be well dressed and in the spotlight.

It will glamourize having a child at such a young age. 

There is nothing glamorous about having a baby, while you are still a baby.  You are tired and overworked and your teen life is over.  Your adult life begins, whether you want it to or not.  Your kid is not photographed in haute couture while you are on your morning coffee run, you cant even afford morning coffee, nor do you have the energy to run for it. 

I am sorely dissapointed in Ms. Spears.  On the flip side though I cant wait for her mom's parenting book to come out, maybe there will be some pointers on how to deal with this, with my children.  (that was tongue in cheek)

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