Sunday, April 29, 2012

randoms

here's a sampling of randomness and craziness in our lives.

 siri instructed this pose with props.  not sure what it symbolizes

spring viruses have caught up with us.  siri missed quite a bit of school over the past few weeks due to coughs, fevers, rashes, etc.  here she is at home with me and refusing to bathe b/c she didn't want to get wet.  well, the novelty of the shower cap wooed her into the shower.


went to the sf zoo with emma and her family.  the following day siri stayed home with a fever


peacock at sf zoo


of all "animals" at the zoo, siri and emma enjoyed this one the most


evie has not been feeling well lately.  for those who may remember, she's been in kidney failure since 2009 and we've been injecting her with subcutaneous fluids for the past three years.  she's recently gone on a bit of a food strike.  she's had blood and urine drawn, and we hope she snaps out of it soon.  

she remains a chipper and spunky cat nevertheless.  begging for food, asking for pettings, and even napped with siri briefly today.


on our date at rolling out cafe (or per jenn, a junk store), siri pointed to the t.v. and said it was a toaster. *le sigh*


"sand" table invention by mommy.  siri loved it.  jeff hated it and grumbled about it for a few hours. 


ingredients: sugar, lentils and brown rice


piggy got hungry... 


...mid swimming lesson!  as a responsible swim instructor, siri removed the top of her swimsuit and nursed him


turned in a full draft of my dissertation to my committee, and waiting for their comments before the defense.  in the mean time, taking advantage of living in sf for the next couple of months by working at the ferry building on thursday.


got my second michelin star at frances on friday night (jeff has like 20 or something).  date night while aunt jenn and uncle todd took siri to swimming.  

Saturday, April 21, 2012

about the cleaners...

we have cleaners come to our home twice a month.  siri is usually pretty thrilled to inspect their work on they days they visit.  most of all, she gets excited because they rearrange her stuffed animals and fold up her blanket.

but our cleaners are not great.  sometimes they kind of suck.  they came by this past thursday, and didn't really do too much.  we're not convinced they even mopped the floor.  as jeff and i were discussing how we were not impressed with the cleaning, siri inserts herself into the conversation and says "did the cleaners even come today?"  we knew she had a sense of humor, and now we see the direction it's headed. just. like. daddy.

Friday, April 20, 2012

WORK Act

Every so often, one of us (mainly Diana) makes a social commentary on this blog.  Today's post is one of those.


An old African saying: “it takes a village to raise a child.”  This alleged adage can be seen on posters, greeting cards, and t-shirts.  But what does it mean?  Do villagers swap childcare with one another?  Do they look out for each other’s children?  Does the child, literally, live at the center of the village?  We have the freedom and ability to interpret this saying as we best understand it.  My interpretation: raising a child is not an individual journey.  The village is a metaphor for community, society, the world. 

A couple of weeks ago, Hilary Rosen offended Ann Romney (GOP presidential nominee hopeful, Mitt’s wife) and contributed to the notorious “mommy wars,” by noting that Ann has not worked a day in her life because she is a stay-at-home mom.  While perhaps an insensitive comment, the fact is that Ann Romney had the privilege to choose to stay at home.  This is an upper-middle/upper- class privilege that is not afforded to most Americans, or citizens throughout the world.  Middle- and lower-class married women must work.  Poor women must work.  Single moms must work.  Research finds that most African American moms must work.  They do not have the privilege of choosing to stay home.  My comment here is not to denigrate stay-at-home moms (SAHMs), because staying at home is not necessarily easy work.  I pride myself in being a good mother because I do not stay home all day with my child.  I would not enjoy it, would lose my patience, and would probably go crazy.  SAHMs must keep cool, enjoy what they’re doing, and are likely better at it than I would ever be. 

To begin with, I never enjoyed homemaking, and really have never homemade a single day in my life.  I enjoy other things, and am better at them, like research, teaching and writing.  I am a decent cook, but it’s not my forte.  Some people aspire to be astronauts, chemists, vets, chefs, and countless other professions.  I aspired to be a professor.  But, this aspiration does not preclude my desire to be a mom.  A good mom.  A great mom.

It is no surprise then that the proposed WORK (Women’s Option to Raise Kids) Act irks me to the core.  There are several problematic things here, including patriarchal language in the title.  Within our patriarchal society, men are typically expected to be the breadwinners.  Why?  Is it because they’re better at it?  It is because they get paid more?  Is it because of some “hunter” instinct?  We can theorize on this for hours, even days and will not reach a consensus.  My belief?  Patriarchy.  What better way to denigrate a group of individuals than to tell them that their “natural” abilities shine most when they are not contributing to broader society?  They are demure, passive and should tend to their husbands who bring home money to support the family.  And, because women are no good at money-making, they are relegated to the prison of home.  Homemaking.  Childrearing.  Even if they do not enjoy it. 

On a recent trip with access to cable television, I watched The Hours.  It is a brilliant film, depicting how three generations of women are trapped in the roles attributed to them, and the social consequences of the choices they make.  The disruption of social norms.  The unacceptability.  And, finally, escape.  If you haven’t seen it, it’s worth your while.  Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore and Meryl Streep excellently capture women’s desires, hopes and secrets.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  But, I digress.

More on the WORK Act title – within a patriarchal society, where men are expected to work outside the home and also father children, I suppose then they do not raise them.  That’s it folks!  A working dad does nothing but contribute sperm and bring home money.  Playing, helping them with homework, bathing them, disciplining are not aspects of raising children.  Only a stay-at-home mom can raise children.  But sarcasm aside, let’s be real.  Childcare providers do just that: provide care.  They are not the ones raising our children.  While they may contribute to our children’s development, parents are the ones primarily responsible for raising them.

If spending a large amount of time with someone is equivalent to raising them, then children should all be homeschooled.  When kids go to school, they are in the care and guidance of teachers, who spend a large chunk of the day with them.  We are then inadequate parents for the majority of our kids’ lives since we send them to school.   Even stay-at-home moms are only “raising” their kids for 4-5 years, then it’s the teachers’ job until they’re 18 or older.  After that point, we might as well give up our privilege of being parents altogether because our kids become legal adults and move away from us.  That distance alone means we make no more impact on their lives.  So, inferring from the title of the act, we all cease raising our kids by the time they are in grade school; some earlier, because they choose to work. 

The text of the act is gender neutral, but the premise itself is grounded in patriarchy, in the assumption and expectation that women should stay home.  Years ago, before I began my graduate studies, a man tried to dissuade me from furthering my education -- he told me that the most important job a woman could have is to be a good mother.  He has four children, so I corrected him and said the most important job anyone who chooses to have children could have, is to be a good parent.  That shut him up.  As parents, our job is to shape our children and nurture them into good, responsible citizens of the world.  We are raising them communally, as parents, teachers, doctors, musicians, baristas, etc., etc.  It truly takes a village. 

This village however, needs to also be devoid of gender inequality.  What’s the point of “take your daughter to work day” when they are expected to stay home once they have children?  The message we are sending our daughters is this: “reach for the stars, but don’t get comfortable there.  As soon as you have children, come back to patriarchal earth, home-make and rear children, because that’s where you belong.”   Unsurprisingly, SAHMs are some of the most educated people tired of battling lack of support from society, whether it be emotional (mommy guilt for working), financial (still being paid 75 cents to a man’s dollar) or physical (challenges of working the double shift outside and inside the home).  It’s great that some people get to make that decision, as long as it is something they desire to do.  I would never choose to become a taxi driver, brain surgeon, grade school teacher or oceanographer.  I admire and respect the work they do.  I’m not interested in it, and would be no good at any of them.  So, why force me to even consider a career change?  

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

to traveling

summer palace, china, 2009
summer palace, china, 2009
forbidden city, china, 2009
joshua tree, calif. us, 2008
tea plantation, taiwan, 2007
sifnos, greece, 2006
sifnos, greece, 2006
milos, greece, 2006
lacoc, england 2006
chiang kai-shek memorial, taiwan, 2005

my writing is kind of in a lull right now, waiting for feedback from my dissertation committee co-chairs before quick turnaround to full committee next week (i defend in exactly one month)! i've been thinking a lot about traveling lately, where i've been, where i'd like to go, and in particular, my next adventure this summer. siri and i will go to taiwan in july, but jeff will not be accompanying us this time. i am, of course sad that jeff cannot come with us since he has to prepare to take the new york bar exam. i am also extremely nervous about traveling with siri by myself. while, my mom and sister will travel with us from sfo-tpe, siri and i will go at the 13 hour flight alone from tpe-sfo. the trip to new york a couple of weeks ago was relatively brutal, and that was only a five hour flight.

but, at the same time, i am excited to be taking a trip with my little girl. it will be our first vacay together, and i look forward to more in our futures. my mental preparations have led me to look through my travel photos and select some favorites to share with our blog followers. you may have seen some of them, but probably not all. enjoy!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

easter 2012

cropped out mommy's finger in this picture
posing with lillies
posing fail
elizabeth, maia, siri, me and jenn
siri found another easter basket left by the bunny (a.k.a. dory/maia's grandmother)
super excited for egg!
lone blue egg
eggs in carton ready for pick up by easter bunny
blue = purple cabbage; yellow = carrot tops, grapefruit skin and tumeric; gray (which was supposed to be violet) = red wine and hibiscus tea. designs courtesy of rubber bands. i intend to experiment more with dyes next year as i had a lot of fun making them :)


we spent easter with aunt jenn, uncle todd, maia and the murdock-cort family (plus todd's parents). siri had a blast hunting for eggs, and i had fun making the dye -- some colors turned out better than others. i'm a novice when it comes to easter. as immigrant heathens, my parents didn't know much about the holiday, and the most we ever did was take part in large egg hunts at local parks. i thought one used plastic bags to collect eggs. we did dye eggs a few times, especially when my sister was of age to hunt for them.

nevertheless, we are establishing new easter rules in the pan rosenberg household. 1. we dye the real eggs, and decorate plastic eggs for the easter bunny to pick up. the logistics haven't really been worked out, but the easter bunny comes at night and picks up the eggs. 2. the parents leave a note for the bunny telling him where we will be the following day. 3. in exchange for decorated eggs, the easter bunny leaves a basket full of goodies. 4. easter morning is akin to xmas morning where one discovers the goodies. 5. we look for the eggs that the easter bunny hid. siri had a lot of questions and seemed rather skeptical about the easter bunny. jeff and i realized after the fact, we didn't share that the easter bunny is huge, so is quite capable of carrying eggs and hiding them. i can understand the confusion, and imagery of a tiny bunny rabbit trying to pick up eggs with its paws. may we spin a better tale next year.


Friday, April 6, 2012

brooklyn, final installment

self-initiated posing with big apple at jfk
outside vacation rental (we were actually in the garden apt with a difference entrance)
sitting on the steps like a new yorker already
lounging at blue ribbon
saying bye to the statue of "delivery" (can't quite pronounce liberty)
playground in brooklyn heights
brooklyn bridge into manhattan
manhattan from brooklyn heights promenade
brooklyn heights -- we liked it a lot, but can't afford to live there
brooklyn heights

brooklyn, cont'd...

mansion on the edge of prospect park
tired out siri from playing at playground
black squirrel -- never seen one before
first time on tire swing. someone was a bit scared.
excitedly running toward playground in prospect park

brooklyn cont'd

cobble hill - a neighborhood under consideration by us
moo burger in cobble hill
siri and new friend, lily at broken english in cobble hill
carroll gardens where we witnessed some old school brooklynites and accents
jeff thought he would like carroll gardens the best...he was wrong
crazy "artistic" house in carroll gardens
carroll gardens
siri performing at a large playground in carroll gardens
so. much. fun (for her)
waiting, with drink in hand, for a preschool tour in carroll gardens