Saturday, April 20, 2013

An objective critique

I have great parents. Now, let's talk about their flaws.

This reflection all started when I thought back to what music I was exposed to as a child. The Snell Home music collection consisted of Kenny G, MoTab, and maybe a Phantom or Cats soundtrack. Not exactly a cultural goldmine. When I would ask my parents about the music they listened to when they were younger, I'd get this response:
Mom: "I just loved elevator music." (What does that even mean? I guess it explains the Kenny G.)
Dad: "Well, I liked that one song Turn Turn Turn. But I was also in lots of musicals in high school." This comment would always be followed by him singing a show tune, which I guess explains Phantom and Cats.
And that's about all the musical exposure my parents gave me. So sad. So flaw #1 is making me discover Journey and Billy Joel all by myself.

Snells do salads, and chicken, and lots of crock pot stuff. My parents' idea of exotic cuisine was going to a Chinese restaurant so my dad could talk to the staff in Cantonese. So flaw #2 is leaving shrimp, sushi, and Thai food out of my childhood diet.

Speaking of food, I wish my mom would have taught me to cook. In her defense, she tried, but I just wasn't interested in learning. So I guess flaw #3 really belongs to me. There is a sad day in my memory as a young college student where I boiled chicken for dinner because I figured that was the only way to cook it. Ugh, vile. How far I've come since that day.

That's pretty much all the beef I have with the parentals, but to be fair I think I should name the things I'm grateful that they introduced to me.

#1-How to play pretty much every sport. Except baseball, which I find boring.
#2-the theatre.
#3-how to work hard
#4-how to teach using the scriptures
#5-old movies
#6-the value of exercise
#7-having a Christ-centered home
#8-the California Penal Code
#9-Rook
#10-quality family dinner conversation

We'll cap it there. Overall, I think they did a stand-up job.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

News

So I guess I better come out and say it. I'm pregnant. (Yay!) Here's what I think about round 2 so far:

-I'm going with a midwife this time around, which I am THRILLED about. Midwives and I see eye to eye on the whole birth process. I usually don't offer this information to older people, however. I seem to get a lot of responses including "Why would you put yourself and your baby at risk?" and "Are you sure that's a wise choice?" I think most of the older population equates modern-day midwifery with witchcraft and barnyard births. By the time I get around to saying, "I am delivering in a hospital by a board certified practitioner," I've already lost them.
-I partially got pregnant just so I could have something to say when people ask me, "When are you due?" It kinda happened a lot (once it happened 3 times in one day), and was slowly crushing my self esteem to an oblivion. So now I smile and say "October!" instead of "Uh, I'm not." Fewer awkward conversations these days.
-This pregnancy has been glorious. I've only thrown up 4 times, instead of 4X/day for the first trimester.
-I'm sort of terrified of having 2 kids, for all selfish reasons. I'm afraid that a second child will suck up every ounce of free time that I cling to now, and I'll have to quit my book club, and the house will always be a wreck, and going anywhere will take FOREVER, and other such things.
-I would be thrilled to have another girl. Girls are so cute. And since Alaina and I are such pals, I would love to add a new member to our club. Frankly, I'm also terrified of having a son, since baby boys didn't happen a lot in my family.
-I think we may keep the name a secret this time, since last time around all the unsolicited advice made us doubt our choices. If you wait until the name is on the birth certificate, it's too late to say, "Oh don't pick that; that's a Grandma name."
-It's fun to see how giddy Caleb is with the news of another family addition. If it were up to him I would be posting my birth story right now instead of announcing a pregnancy. He LOVES his kid(s). And so do I.