Near Texas Encounters: I

I think all my life I was being prepared to finally end up in Texas.

I was born in Wyoming, and lived in various small towns until I was about 3. That's not saying much. All towns in Wyoming are small. Most people in Wyoming are white. Wyoming is white, bland, and empty. Not much happens in Wyoming. It's big, a slow, cold, and not one really thinks of it until they're stuck in snow while driving through it, then they remember it for a lifetime as "The time I froze my butt off changing a tire/had to pee like crazy/snow chains, etc. I love Wyoming. Even though I moved around lots growing up, and did not live there the majority of my life I will always consider that lonely, windy state my home. My parents claim Wyoming. Both are UW graduates, and proud of it. They raised me with Wyoming-isms, such as "pop" and a slight prejudice towards all things Utah (mostly because BYU and UW are big rivals) and all things Texas (I think because they think they're the most "cowboy" state in the union... neglecting Wyoming's contribution to the cattle drives DOWN to Texas) And of course UW's mascot, The Cowboy's.

After living in Wyoming we moved to Tucson, Arizona. We moved in with my grandparents for a little bit, while my dad went to school again. I remember the first winter there it snowed. Four year old me was so excited watching the flakes come down and land in Nanny's backyard. Until ten minutes later, it stopped. Nanny took me out to make a snowman with her. She had to get a shovel to scrape the miniscule amount of snow off the ground, and when we finished, the shrimpy guy didn't have enough head for any amount of face. I cried pretty hard.


Right before second grade I experienced my first Near Texas Encounter as we moved from Tucson to Hobbs, NM.

Hobbs is about 8 miles from the Texas border. And it is UGLY. It's dusty, dry, no mountains, very few trees, and the view from a car window to a 7 year old girl consists of weird dinosaur things that go up and down (oil wells). Once we settled in, and before school started, my parents had a family home evening, with hopes to prepare me for the strange accents, and new customs they knew I would experience on the first day of school. My dad told me;

 "Here, adults expect you to say 'Yes, Sir and 'No, Sir' and 'Yes Ma'am' and 'No Ma'am'. I haven't raised you that way, call me 'Dad', but when another adult, like your teacher, tells you something, you are to reply with 'Yes, Sir' or 'Yes, Ma'am'. It's polite."

I took his words to heart, and I did try, but the words felt strange on my tongue, and I felt like I was lying, or in trouble every time I said 'Sir' or 'Ma'am'. I never got the hang of it, a few teachers corrected me on the matter, but most of them probably just thought I was the terrible ruffian child who replied nonchalantly with 'Okay'. Oh well.

Most people had a bit of a Texan drawl, but I got used to it. I got used to the different idioms, and words such as 'ya'll', 'fixin' to', 'big ol' and 'grab a bite to eat' These were things my family didn't say, and eventually they snuck into my own vocabulary. In fourth grade, my teacher sent home a note to parents with 'fixin' to' typed in the note. My English major mother sent a note to Mr. Ware, reprimanding him for using poor grammar.

After being in second grade for a few months, we went on a field trip to the county fair. We spent the day looking at cows, sheep, pigs, horses, and the art, and quilting projects. Towards the end of our trip, my teacher observed a bunch of tired, thirsty second graders.

"Who wants a coke?" She generously announced

"I do! I do! Yay!!" Were the collective responses of my class.

Except me. I didn't drink Coca-Cola. My family didn't drink Coca-Cola, and I had been taught it wasn't something I was allowed to have. I panicked.

Somehow, someone noticed my distress, and asked me what was wrong.

"I'm not allowed to drink Coke." I sniveled.

"Well, I'm sure the vendor has water, we'll ask, it's ok." They assured me.

I was led up to the counter, where before my savior had a chance to explain, the vendor bellowed,

"What kinda Coke do you want?"

Kind? I didn't know there were different KINDS of Coca-Cola. Maybe I could have a different kind... I didn't just want water, when everyone else had a sugary, bubbly drink!

"What kinds are there?" I asked

"The usual kinds of Coke!" He said incredulously, "Sprite, Root beer, 7up..."

I stared. Sprite wasn't Coca-Cola.

The person helping me asked me if I would like a Sprite. I nodded, slightly confused, but happy, and downed my Sprite in a heartbeat, then went to join my friends who were talking about the different kinds of "Coke" They got. There I learned the biggest culture change of my Wyoming upbringing to Near Texas Encounter. 'Coke' is 'Pop'. Not Coca-Cola.

I can't be afraid of alligators because I know nothing about them

We are moving to Houston, TX in less than 3 weeks. I'm over the majority of the nervousness of moving, and on the excitement and readiness to live in a big city with fun things to do. Except for one thing. I recently found out Texas is home to approxiamately 500,000 ish alligators. 

Alligators. That's right, the big 8, 9, 10+ foot long lizards who have massive jaws and eat people. The one the Crocodile hunter chased and tried to tackle. The ones who hear about ending up in Florida swimming pools. The things that have the "Alligator death roll" which sounds like a horribly painful and scary way to die. (Although cool at the same time. I think people talk about their deaths as ghosts. Conversations go like this: 

"So... How'd you end up, ya know... here?"

"Just woke up here. In my sleep I guess? You?"

"ALLIGATOR DEATH ROLL"

Yeah. That dude's probably got the death story of the century...

But, back to my silliness.

The point is, I was really being unecessarily nervous. I don't know much about alligators. I seriously thought they ONLY lived in Florida. Forget the fact that all those other southern states have the same climate, and alligators were here before suburbia, in my mind, they ONLY EXISTED IN FLORIDA. And especially not Texas. Texas is still far from Florida. They do live in Texas, and according to a map I saw last night, put out by the Texas Wildlife Board, they're for sure in the Houston area, and even all the way up in Dallas. 

Around the time I discovered alligators are in Texas, we were planning a camping trip to Texas to hunt for a place to live. (Thankfully, we found a place via the Lords of the Internet, and will not have to camp there) As soon as I found out about the alligators I didn't want to camp. My over-active imagination was maing up all kinds of scenarios where the alligators pulled a grizzly and ate our faces off while we slept. (Can you tell I grew up in the west?) I had dream where alligators jumped out of trees puma-style and attacked hikers. Alligators were hiding in the leaves by our picnic table, and Christian got eaten in one bite when I put him down to crawl... Things like that.

I mentioned my imaginings to Kason while we were out shopping one day. 

"I wanna go running in the mornings. What if there's an alligator RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PATH?!?"

"Well just do what the 'alligator etiquette' guide said, and turn around and go back the other way"

*thinking* Yeah, but with my luck ith will be 500 feet into my run, and that's a lame run... OR if it's farther in, I'll turn around and there will be ANOTHER that came up after I passed, I'll be trapped, and then more alligators will be up on the side... closing in!!! eep!! Or, the alligator will look like he's sleeping, and I'll get a sudden dose of stupidbrave, and I'll take a running jump over him and BAM!! Keish goes down gazelle style, and Alligator Death Roll death brag... *shudder*

"That won't work. They'll chase me. They can go up to 30 miles an hour for short distances. Do humans run that fast? I know I don't"

"Just turn around, Keisha. They won't eat you."

"Yeah, but can't they get up on their hind legs and tackle me?"

Kason laughs. For about 10 minutes straight.

*gasping* "Dear, you've been watching too many cartoons!!"

At this point I realized I was being ridiculous, and my husband made me feel stupid, reminding me the last alligator I'd really seen was named 'Louis', played the trumpet, danced, disguised himself as a human jazz musician, talked, sang, and I think at one point used his tail as a propeller for a speedy escape. I didn't know anything about alligators other than what I learned on a few episodes of Crocodile Dundee, and Disney movies. I had no reason to be afraid. Stupid Disney.

Although... I guess maybe that's a reason to be all the more paranoid... Crap. Our new apartment has a pool. I hate alligators.

Expectations

It's all said and done. I had my baby. I am now a mommy.

I love it. It's a million times better than being pregnant. My son is amazing. He's close to three months old, and things are really beginning to get interesting. Not that he wasn't the most interesting thing to happen to me, but now his personality is really starting to shine through. He's a stinker. It's no surprise, my husband and I were both handfuls as children, and are still energetic, so we were expecting a goon eventually. But we still love him. Even through his fussy eating and seemingly endless supply of poop, we can't get enough of him.
I have high expectations for myself as a parent. While I was pregnant I read several parenting, and child psychology books. I also followed fellow mom blogs and collected kid friendly ideas for food, music, games, toys, and just about every other imaginable idea out there. So far, I'm fostering goals to establish independent play and creativity as opposed to TV time, I'm all for homemade baby foods and learning Baby Sign Language, and as much Spanish as I can so Christian's language skills won't suffer.

Maybe it's a bit much. Maybe I'm a bit of a Tiger Mom. As he grows up, he'll be expected to be courteous and polite, well-rounded, and entertaining. I think I have things figured out... but all this will probably backfire. I dream of a well-behaved, smart, attractive little boy who is musically talented, as well as athletic, gets good grades, and is well-liked by his peers. Hopefully I can be a good mommy and achieve such a child. But, Even if I'm as good a mommy as I think I can be, I'll still love whoever Christian turns out to be :)

Things I would love for nursery decor

http://flavorwire.com/197232/minimalist-posters-for-your-favorite-childrens-stories/15#post_body

I just discovered the link option... Kind of lame... haha! But here are some really awesome posters that I would LOOOVE to use as decorations in the nursery once we're in the 2 bedroom apartment. I already have several book covers I made into framed pictures that my mother helped me make (Librarian grandmother!) But these would complete the bookish environment I plan on raising my children in. Plus they look so classy! Not all loud and cluttered like Disney paraphenalia.

Pregnant pictures

http://lifeofhours.blogspot.com/2011/07/kason-and-keisha.html

Above are pictures of me being pregnant, If you care to observe!

Pregnant pictures

A friend of mine asked me to model for her budding photography studio. I was quite flattered and agreed, even though I didn't ever plan on taking pictures of myself pregnant. She did a wonderful job, and here is her link if you care to take a look!

lifeofhours.blogspot.com

Almost done!

I have a month and one day until my wiggly little boy should enter into this world! Hopefully it will be less! I am so excited. I can honestly say I feel more excited to be a mom, and just have my very own baby than I feel about labor. I'm not too nervous for childbirth. It's gotta happen, and it's been happening to women since the beginning of time. It seems a little silly to be nervous, if you ask me.
Concerning baby preparations, my husband and I decided to try and save as much money as possible for the baby. We're staying in out little 1 bedroom apartment until December or so, when our lease is up, then we will move into a bigger 2 bedroom place. During the last few weeks of June, and the very first part of July, I "nested" like crazy. I am thrilled with my efforts. I was able to clear out all the closets of unnecessary junk, and make room for a used washer and dryer! (I now make amends to the washer and dryer god, as it is so nice to own a set and not use the apartment complex's or a laundromat :) I also upgraded a fair amount of our furniture, and only spent a total of $60 on a new couch, dresser, and TV stand. The TV stand looks nice and is super baby proof. The dresser is a little smaller than my old one, but is upright and gives us more space in the bedroom for a cradle. We've also gotten rid of internet, made our netflix account to DVDs by mail only, and gotten rid of Melaleuca. That saves us a fair amount of money each month. Once the baby is born, we're going to downgrade to just 1 phone, and hopefully that will lower our phone bill. Other budget cuts involve me leaving the apartment during the day so we don't have to run the AC and make our electricity bill outrageously high. This is hard because it's been SOOOO hot! I just go hang out at Barnes and Noble, visit friends, or go swimming.
Once the baby is born we'll be using mostly cloth diapers. A friend has convinced me of their cheapness, and I'm quite excited! I think the cloth diapers they have now are really cute, and I think I've figured out a method to stay on top of them and get the most out of them. The washing machine will come in VERY handy during this time!! We really will be saving lots of money, and I'm happy about not doing as much damage to the environment. We've been recycling more, and now I feel horribly guilty when I throw something away that can be recycled :/
Another thing I'm really looking forward to regarding the baby is getting to teach him!! I laugh sometimes, this poor kid has two teachers for parents. A Spanish teacher, and a music teacher (and possibly future English teacher) my children are doomed to hear about the education system, as well as be expected to do their very best, especially in those subjects. Not to mention he has a librarian for a grandmother! I hope I can make it enjoyable for them. I refuse to homeschool. I've met too many weirdo homeschooled kids, and I want socially wise children. Plus, I feel I need the time away from my kids for a bit. I will be very actively involved in their educations and I plan on volunteering as much as I can once they are in school. I believe THAT is the role of the parent in education. The teachers should not do everything.
In regards to educating my child. My husband and I have decided to raise our children in a bilingual home. This was initially my husband's idea (obviously, Spanish teacher!) At first I figured he could just do all the Spanish speaking and I'd do English, but now realizing, I'll probably be the ones my children see most, since I plan on staying at home, I'll need to learn some Spanish! I found a great podcast called Coffee Break Spanish. They go nice and slow and repeat a lot. We're also going to buy lots of Spanish books and I'll be able to read those to him. I'm learning with my baby. I've been doing research on Baby sign language, and we're going to do that too. It enhances language development and helps understanding between languages when used in conjunction in bilingual homes. I'm excited. I want smart babies. Plus, boys tend to develop slower than girls in language and small motor skills. I've seen this, and I am determined to combat it.
A few little rules we've decided to establish in our home.
*Regular established bedtimes and bedtime rituals
*No TV until 2 (but I might see if we can make it to 3)
*No sleepovers until 10
*No PG movies until 5, and after that they still need to ask until age 8
*Homework comes first
*Everyone gets equal amounts of chores!

Some of the rules are maybe a little strict, but I'm not a fan of TV. We will probably never have cable or satellite. there are simply other things I'd rather spend my money on, especially when we will be living on a teacher's salary. And children don't need to spend time in front of the tube. Knowing me and my husband, the kids will probably be just as hyper and energetic as us both! So if they don't get the right amount of activity during the day, the bedtime hours will be a nightmare!!
I'm very very VERY excited to become a mom and meet the squirmy little boy inside my belly right now. He is truly a miraculous creation and a special child of God. I can feel it. I love him already!!