Thursday, April 30, 2009

Winter Warmers...

Well, I think the time has come to conceed that Winter is upon us. Just last week we were still in the midst of an Indian summer (as we SHOULD be at the end of April, imho)... But this week we've had quite a cold snap here in Melbourne (and I've been dreaming of living in far north Queensland, hahaha)...

I made these hats for Bryn and Ari a couple of months ago, but this morning Bryn pulled out Ari's hat from the hat stand because it was so cold, and that reminded me that I hadn't finished off Bryn's hat yet... So, I did! Finished it off and got the obligatory photos to prove that I really AM a good little wifey and mother who knits (or in this instance, crochets) winter woolies for her kids - even though they generally only wear them once...




For some reason they LOVE to ASK for knitted/crocheted stuff, and then they are very excited to try the finished item on the FIRST time, and after that they have absolutely NO INTEREST in wearing the made-with-love (and, without being conceited, a certain amount of skill and good taste!) homemade item...

Ok, that's not wholly a fair assessment, Erik DID go to school in the beanie I knitted for him last Winter, but Luey certainly NEVER wears what I knit for him and Bryn rarely does after the first day...

But, anyhoo, they're lovely!




I have grand plans to knit Bryn some old-fashion gumboot socks, like the ones my Amma used to knit us kids in Iceland... Woolen socks to gather the cuffs of pants securely into inside gumboots - they offer a certain level of warm, comfort and moisture resistance as well... We'll see how that goes...

Ok, and mustn't forget the cute photo of Ari, having zonked out after a long evening of resisting sleep... Daddy's knee won out in the end...

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Master's Thesis = Aspirations + putting off getting a REAL job - foresight

Large family = Wouldn't that be cool! + fertility - long term memory

Enlightenment = 20/20 hindsight - the past

6 months old - yesterday...



So, six months ago I had a one day old baby!

The last six months have definitely gone a lot faster than the six months before that. What a busy, busy time it's been! Ari is well and truly into the baby stage/phase that I love! He's so interactive, LOL. I'm not into newborns at all... In fact, I'd have another baby if I could just skip right to this stage! He's sitting up - which makes both of us a lot more happy than just a month ago. Right now, he's sitting on his mat on the floor next to me, playing with his toys. Mornings are definitely the best time for him. He's generally a very content little baby up until around lunch time - happy go lucky, so to speak...

These days he's not sleeping much during the day at all. For the past few days it's all been about the power nap. 20 minutes is apparently well and truly enough for a 6 month old to keep motoring for a few more hours. I guess when you can finally sit up and play, sleep becomes a waste of precious investigation time...

He eating! Not a lot, obviously, but enough to actually call it eating. He quite likes food. Makes me a little nervous as this is the stage when my boys weights tend to level right out. The eating solids and becoming mobile stage. I guess that might be the same for most babies. At this stage Erik dropped from the 97th percentile to the 25th. Luey dropped down to the 40th percentile... Don't know about Bryn because I wasn't monitoring his weight. Ari is only on the 35th for weight as it is, so I wouldn't want him to drop a lot...

I just can't get over that in another six months time he'll be a year old! My last little baby. I'm well and truly at peace with that, btw, not having any more babies. Kind of looking forward to just enjoying Ari growing older and changing and developing without another baby to look after. In a way, it'll be really nice to not go through that thing that happens when a new baby comes along and suddenly your old "baby" becomes strangely annoying and difficult to handle. I haven't had as much of that with Bryn as I did with Erik or Luey, but it's been there, and I know it's mostly just my perception of things because I need to focus on Ari a bit more closely, but it'll be so nice NOT to go through that with Ari in regards to a new baby...

The more he grows and reveals himself the less he seems to be like any of the other boys. He's not timid like Erik was, but not feisty like Luey either. He's not quite as placid as Bryn was. He's very much his own person. He can be quite happy with his own company and doesn't really like to have people in his face a lot - makes him cranky quite quickly, AND he's very good at disengaging if he wants to be left alone, he just won't look at you. It's quite amazing to see. One minute he'll be all laughy and squealy, then he reaches his limit and looks away and no matter what you do to try and engage him, he won't look at you. Even the boys have picked up on this and know when to leave him alone.

At the same time, he is happiest when sorrounded by people talking and laughing and doing stuff. Then he goes all Buddha like and just observes everyone with a bit of a faint smile on his face. People always tell me how "good" he is when we're out, and it's true, in that when we're just hanging around at home, he gets restless unless everyone is around. He certainly doesn't seem to get overwhelmed by lots of activity (as long as it's not directed directly at him).

Sadly, I'm already starting to wonder when I might nightwean him. I know! He's just 6 months old! I probably won't do it for some time to come, but I'm not sure I'll be able to hold out until 22 or 23 months like I did with Bryn and Luey respectively... Even now, he's on continuously through the night, and my back is not what it was the last two times I did night feeding. I wake up most mornings as stiff and a board and a few times lately I've woken during the night in considerable pain. I now sleep with a pillow against my back for feeding of my left side (the low side - I sleep on the left side of the bed with Ari in the middle so feed him always lying on my left). The other boys didn't feed continously through the night until after they were one, but Ari has been doing it since about 4 months of age. I spend all night swapping from one side to the other when he's restless.

He seems to sleep more deeply after about 7am, and then I can catch a couple of hours feed-free sleep (thank god Dave is not working atm!)... So, anyway, unless something changes, I just can't see me being able to keep this up for another 18 months... Which is sad, but I have to be a bit realistic about my limits. Obviously, I expect to be feeding him a LOT throughout the day for the next four years, LOL...

He's already started reaching up when he wants to be picked up (like right now...).

Oh, and he has quite a temper on him, LOL. This boy doesn't get sad, he gets MAAAD! Several people have commented on it. When things aren't happening as or when he expects the too, his cry goes straight to "this is bullshit" - as Leah likes to put it. I think he's definitely a rainbow child, hahaha!


Monday, April 27, 2009

Oh dear, 20/20 hindsight...

Hmmmm, sent Dave out into the garage to retrieve some old toys for Ari (who is getting bored with his current crop VERY QUICKLY)... Dave, suffering male patterned blindness, could not find the toys I sent him for, but DID find an old bag of bits and pieces belonging to me (from ca. 1995)...

Amongst the, erm. "treasures" were two pair of glasses... I won't show you the second pair, because they're so appalling I can't even bare to acknowledge I ever wore them, but this pair made me laugh...



I honestly thought I looked GOOD in these, not only good, but STYLISH... Yes, these black, round framed glasses were "all the rage" in the mid-90s, and I LOVED these...

My sight has definitely changed since I wore them though, because now they actually make print look smaller and MORE blurry, rofl...

Saturday, April 25, 2009

GI Sif...

Low GI that is...

This is not in an attempt to lose weight, believe it or not (I see a whole bunch of you sniggering at me, but read on...).

Since the whole gallbladder sage of the first quarter of this year, I've been very aware of my own mortality - well, ok, that's a tad dramatic... Let's just say I've had my eyes opened to what my future might look like (what I'll inherit from my parents) if I don't start to make some significant changes to my lifestyle now.

My mum has diabetes type II, high cholesterol, arthritis (there may not be anything I can do to prevent getting that), and asthma. My dad probably has diabetes (undiagnosed by there are signs of it), and high cholesterol - though, Dave doesn't have high cholesterol despite looking like he might be a candidate for it, so you never know...

Anyway, I DON'T WANT diabetes!!! I definitely don't want to have test my blood sugar levels several times a day - O M G, having to DRAW BLOOD several times a day, NOOOOOOO!

So, as I have a tendency toward hypoglycemia as it is, I've decided that just "winging it" is not good enough. I've gotten by with the self medicating... If I was feeling flat, I'd sugar up, then I'd keep sugaring up with every blood sugar drop. When I went without sugar, great dark clouds would roll over me and I would not want to even get out of bed sometimes...

It's really no way to live. So, I've decided to try and level out my blood sugar and try to get a grip on stabilising things so I don't have the enormous swings...

We'll see how I go...

I'm going to start by introducing more low GI foods, and then slowly cutting back on the high GI stuff...

Friday, April 24, 2009

Ginger White Tea and other goodness...

After enjoying some amazing, freshly brewed tea at Rach's the other day, I've been convinced to forego the humble tea bag and invest in a proper teapot (albeit a modern twist of the hot variety) and invest in actual tea leaves. Knowing absolutely nothing about proper tea, I went to a local tea shop and sought some advice. Based on my personal preferences, I came home with a two cup pot, some ginger flavoured white tea (as opposed to black tea) and some Chai tea. White tea is apparently more subtle than other varieties of tea, and somehow "sweeter", not sure what that actually means. Because white tea is subtle, I have to be careful not to pour boiling water over it (good thing for me as I use an urn that doesn't reaching boiling). Boiling water can "scorch" white tea and make it bitter... Interesting...

I've tried the white tea and really like it. Haven't tried the Chai yet...


Here's yet another picture of Ari "sitting up" with his boppy pillow. He is soooo happy these days, and sits and plays for 40 minutes at a time, quite happily! He is most happy after school when the big boys come home and he sits in the middle of the loungeroom floor amidst all their activity and busy-ness... Oh and he's in one of his new Bonds Wondersuits with the V-neck (as opposed to the collared neck which I loathe). Even though Ari is really only just into size 00, I bought these suits in size 1, because I tend to dryer dry our clothing and Bonds suits shrink a LOT in the dryer... The suit isn't too small on him, it's just stretched because of how he's seated :)...And finally, this is what 8 loads of washing looks like, hahaha! Taken last weekend, I thought it was funny how dwarfed Dave and Ari are by the mountain of washing! It took us an hour to fold it all and put it away (we were also juggling a tired baby, mind you)... Thankfully, we're all caught up now, so hopefully we won't see Mt Laundry for a long time to come!

Lily...


Since changing her name from Jaime, Lily has become a lot easier to get to know.

Lily is one of those people that other people quite like, but who really only has a couple of close friends she feels comfortable hanging out with. Lily like time to think about things in peace and quiet. She likes the quiet, especially in the night, but also on very hot summer days when the wind blusters about kicking up red dust and making the windchimes on the back porch dancing about in a frenzy.

One of Lily's closest friends is Nana Walker. Nana Walker isn't her "real" nana, not a blood relation, but is her nana in every other way that matters. Lily spent much of her week at nana before she went to school. Since her mum had died when she was just a baby, and her dad needed to work to support them, Lily would spend her days next door with Nana Walker and Otis and his brothers and sisters. It was like have a big family, only not really...

Otis was Lily's other good friend. He was Nana Walkers oldest grandchild - a blood relation... Otis had three sisters and a brother, in that order, and Lily had played with all of them, but Otis was her best friend.

Lily has long, dark hair, that she always wears loose. She doesn't like tying it up - the wind can't play with it freely when it's tied back. Lily likes to hide behind her hair. From behind her hair shecan watch the world without the world noticing.

One day, Lily wantsto paint the world. Nana Walker's husband used to paint. Nana has a painting of his in her bookrooom. It's a landscape in reds with asolitary figure in the background. Nana iften stares at it while drinking her afternoon tea. She says her husband told her the painter whispers a secret onto the canvas and other people have to figure out the secret. Nana hasbeen trying to figure out the secret of that painting for a very long time. Much longer than Lily has been alive.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Going against the grain...



Term two starts tomorrow. A lot of parents I know are either dreading being made to get up and get their cherubs off to school and then clockwatch to make sure they rush back to pick them up on time in order to ferry them to various extracurricula activities, OR are looking forward to having SOMEONE ELSE entertain their kids for a bit each day...

I'm looking at it in a different way again...

While I'm feeling a bit trepidacious about the onslaught of activity coming our way, both with the boys schooling and extracurricula activities (just one each), as well as my own commitments, and also am feeling a sense of relief that the boys will be constructively occupied by someone other than myself - BREATHE - I'm also just really looking forward to... Wait for it...

Some STRUCTURE!

Unlike many of my carefree, love life in the moment, Se La Vie friends, I'm really a bit fond of structure. Structure really helps calm me. I quite like routine, even when the monotony of routine threatens to put me to sleep. I like being forced to act on a scaffolded timetable set up by people outside myself.

The truth is, I don't do very well when left to my own devices.

I flounder! I tend to be extremely good at making plans, and lists, and working through scheduling issues etc. but when it comes to INITIATING my own action (emphasising MY OWN ACTION - as I tend to be rather good at booting others into gear), I'm timid.

I get stage fright a lot. Which is why I suffer with agoraphobia quite badly. I need a purpose to get out of the house, a purpose that CANNOT be put off (yk, like picking the kids up from school, or buying tampons...).

I'm ok, if I can rope other people into initiating WITH me. Sometimes, just to get out of the house, I will order a cab, because that somehow eases the transition from inside/safe/no change to outside/unsafe/change imminent...

So, yep, I'm rather pleased that term two is starting tomorrow, what with it's forced initiation of me having to leave the house and DO STUFF... Organisation begets organisation, and action begets more action!!!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Dazed and confused...

Pretty much describes how I'm feeling...

Have been feeling very much out of harmony with everything lately... At first, I thought it was just the acti-climax after the operation finally came and passed... Then I thought it was because I'd been over in Adelaide and was still a bit hyped up about all of that... Then I thought it was because Dave hadn't been paid yet and so everything was still "unfinished" and we hadn't had closure on all of that bizzo...

We still haven't had closure. Dave still hasn't been paid, but I've come to realise that is not the root of my unease...

Basically, I'm just having trouble living in the moment. I'm having trouble being happy with life just as it is. I'm scouting for new "adventures", new stuff to be excited about.

At the same time, I'm putting off important stuff, like writing my novel

It's really hard to get any headspace when the big boys are on holidays and Dave is home all the time as well. This house has been bulging with people for two weeks now and - quite frankly - it's really getting on my nerves...

But I know that's not REALLY the reason I'm feeling unsettled. I know because I know that even once the boys are back at school and we fall back into a routine, I'll still struggle with it all - the shoulds and the can't-be-arseds...

These are very much side effects of my attention issues.

The restlessness
The inability to focus on anything
The wanting a new adrenalin producing event in my life
The procrastination
The irretability

I think all the sugar I've had this year might be feeding a ginormous candida spike... Something is up because I've had a major psoriasis outbreak all over my body like I've NEVER had before! Term two is definitely going to have to see some changes in my lifestyle...

Meanwhile, LOL, Erik is singing in the shower - that's my boy!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Really Erik?

So, Erik asks us who invented electricity and Dave explains that no one "invented" electricty but a one man thought it might be a good thing to be able to harness electricity. That man was Benjamin Franklin...

"Oh, I KNOW him!" says Erik...

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Fear and Love...

There are, essentially, two emotions that humans feel and these are the basis for every other emotion we feel.

Those emotions are FEAR, which underpins anger, sadness, cynicism etc.

and LOVE, which underpins happiness, hope, and all things positive and life-affirming...

I travel in circles where I often feel the balance has shifted way off-centre into fear based emoting. People seem to be actively seeking out all the negative and hateful in the world and wooing sadness and anger and fear - or fear-mongering - with all their energy...

Let's redress the balance! You need to be the change you want to see. If you want to see more love and respect and generosity in the world then you have to be that love and respect and generosity (of spirit, not just chattels)...

It's kind of very simple really, you just start with a smile. Smiles are contagious, even to the person producing the smile... You take a deep breathe and then breathe out all your frustration and as you get to the end of your outbreath you gently smile...

Do this as often as you can throughout your day and before you know it, you'll actually start to FEEL the smile and the love behind the smile - and other people will feel it too...

See if this helps...



if that didn't work for you, maybe this will...

Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Feast of Chocolate...

This was the scene outside our house on Friday morning. We live across a quiet suburban street from a Catholic church and it's adjoining school (which is shut and only used for extracurricula activities after 4pm)... So, on Good Friday we were sitting here when suddenly we heard what sounded like Franscecan Monks singing outside the front yard... Turned out to be the annual Stations of the Cross assembly in the car park across the road...

The boys were pretty patient this morning... They did get up at about 6am, but it was 9.30am before they finally got their eggs - after hot cross bunz!

After a few years of trial and error, we decided on one smallish M&M egg each. Erik managed to down his entire egg in about 30 minutes. Both Luey and Bryn ended up eating about 1/2 and 1/3 respectively and popping the rest in the fridge.


Even though there wasn't a torrent of chocolate, all the boys went all giddy and giggly and silly pretty quickly, thankfully the side effect subsided within about 15 minutes of the last mouthful!

Ari had Easter meh and a nap :)...

We don't have any big plans for the day, just hanging out and chilling...

Friday, April 10, 2009

The Information Fallacy...

Shae's blog post about the birth debate got me thinking...

When I was doing my communications degree in the early 90s, we were told, not infrequently, that we were living in the Information Age. Thanks to the emergence of the internet, information was becoming global and people would have the information of the worlds libraries at their very fingers, in their homes, via their personal computers. What a wonderous world we lived in!

That was 17 years ago, and 17 years on, all the wonders we heard about have come to fruition. In under a minute I can google and find out all about almost anything that takes my fancy, and in fact, I've spent many entertaining hours doing just that!

Thanks to the internet, I found out about attachment parenting, extended breastfeeding, homeschooling, co-sleeping, babywearing, and the vaccination debate. I also found out about homebirthing and freebirthing. I found out that many of the "facts" given to me by hospital staff when I was having my first son, had another side to them, could be question, were taken out of context or played up to make it easier for the staff to get on with their job, to save time and effort, to ensure I wouldn't turn around and sue them down the track, etc...

On the other hand, I've seen some information passed off as "fact" by people who want to encourage women to homebirth or freebirth, even if their might be questions over the safety of these options for the woman in question. I recently saw a member of one forum, tell another member that a blood pressure of 190/120 was "just at the high end of normal" and so the caesarian section the second woman had was an unnecessary intervention.

Information...

There is a lot of arguing done that women need to inform themselves about birth - I support that idea, I believe that information can be empowering.

What I wonder about though, is whether it is really possible to "have all the information", or even to trust all the sources of information. When people are running agendas, they tend to decontextualise information, because they are biased in one direction or another and they need the information to support their bias...

For example, The Herald Sun ran a story last weekend about four deaths in homebirths. Four sounds like a lot when you think of four lives lost. It doesn't sound like a lot when you think of how many babies are born each year. It does sound like a lot when you think of how many homebirths there are each year, but then again it doesn't sound like a lot when you think of how many babies die in hospital each year (if you can get that figure out of anyone, but I am certain it's more than four)... But what percentage of homebirths is four deaths? How does that compare to the percentage of deaths in hospitals? Can the two be compared if homebirths are all supposed to be low risk births and many hospital births are deemed high risk? But then again, how many of these deaths were as a result of freebirth with no professional in attendance rather than homebirth with a midwife in attendance? You might as how that even matters, but of course it does because it's the midwife who assesses whether or not a pregnancy is likely to be low risk or not, and midwives routinely refuse pregnancies deemed to be high risk.

So, how was "four deaths in homebirths" satisfactory information? Well, it probably wasn't, but it is still considered information, even if taken out of context and biased to suit a particular agenda.

So, can free birthing women be "better informed"? Does it depend on where they source their information? Are forums filled with lay people who have read journal articles and studies a good source of reliable information? If some of those "information disseminators" on the forums midwives, does that make the information more reliable. Is it only reliable if it comes from an OB. Can the information from a study of 2000 women be reliable? Can a study done 20 years ago be reliable? Is one done 2 years ago MORE reliable? Do people research who funds the research and what the funding organisation's bias is. Is a bias toward natural birth more reliable than a bias towards supporting the medical model?

I'm not arguing one way or the other here. I'm just saying, I believe there is a fallacy about having all the information and particularly about free birthing women being "better or more informed" than other birthing women, and therefore not needing a midwife, because they essentially become their own midwife (well, except for the fact that most of them have not attended nearly as many births as a qualified midwife, most - I'd say - would have only attended their own previous births, or maybe that of one or two friends)...

And in all the information about natural birth, is there information about modern life and it's affect on the body. I recently read that being obese has NO AFFECT on a woman's ability to give birth because "you don't get fat on the inside"... That was passed of as a statement of fact on a forum... Only thing is, many other sources of information argue that fat is deposited around all the internal organs, as well as inside those organs, restricting the efficency of the organs... How that doesn't affects a woman's ability to labour confounds me...

And hey, in anticipation of much carry on about how I am doing homebirthing and other options no favours with this blog, I just want to say, I'm all for homebirthing, I'm all for being informed and informing yourself, I'm all for women doing all they can to birth naturally. I just think we can do better than simply denying that obstacles may exist.

Not all information is going to tell you what you WANT to hear, but even seemingly negative information can be a boon. It can be the catalyst for change that leads to EXACTLY the outcome you desire. Instead of denying that obese women can have challenges in pregnancy and labour, or that 190/120bp is high, we can use that information to make changes that can positively impact pregnancy and labour for women facing these challenges, so babies CAN be born with the least possible intervention and the highest possible safety...

Hmmm, I rambled a bit with this one - it's a big a topic, so many interesting facets - but basically... Not all information is equal, and not all the information CAN be had - particularly BEFORE the event of birth. Beware the fallacies...

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Gastronomic Delights...



In this household, we've long been great fans of the ABC's "The Cook and the Chef" which airs at around 6.30pm on Wednesday nights.

Just recently, my stepfather discovered that the Cook (Maggie Beer) in fact lives not far from my parents in the Barossa Valley, and has a wonderful farm/restaurant business there.

Last Sunday, after the exciting Graduation was over and done with on the Saturday, I was driven out to Maggie Beer's farm/restaurant as a surprise!

It is located in amongst the vineyards and on a fabulous lake, which there is was walking trail around. In the restaurant are shelves of Maggie's various delicacies, including her signature Verjuice, as well as a variety of scrumptious pat├ęs and pastes, and extra virgin olive oil and wines and her books and the list just goes on and on...

At 2pm on Sundays guests can watch a cooking demostration which is often done by Maggie herself, but last Sunday was done by one of her staff, and her granddaughter, Lily because Maggie was busy setting up for another event on the property.

We all had picnic lunches (which her restaurant specialises in) and Erik tracked Maggie down and told her how much we all love watching her show, and how if we miss an episode, we always make sure to catch up when the repeats are aired on the weekend (hmmm, that part was slightly embellished, he was just wanting her to know how much we love her show). He apparently told her it was an honour to meet her (he's such a charmer, LOL)...

In was a fabulous experience and we all left feeling very satisfied with what was to offer on the menu! Ari had so much fun he ended the outing with a table top dance, LOL!





Wednesday, April 01, 2009

I wonder...

How much of having no antenatal care and no trained care provider at the birth, is about being able to plead ignorance in the event of injury or death to the mother or child?

If evidence based care is the best antenatal and labour care, and some evidence based care leads to interventions, and intervention - any intervention - is perceived as a terrible thing, then if no one checks you or you baby, and no one says, "Hmmm, there is evidence of a problem here...", then when a problem does arise, you can say, "Well, there was no evidence - to my untrained eye, so I didn't know to seek assistance..."

That way you avoid intervention AND you avoid responsibility for something going wrong, because you didn't ignore medical advice by refusing intervention...

Or am I being cyncical?

Five months old already...

Actually, he turned 5 months old last Friday, but my head has been all over the place, so only just getting around to this now.

At five months, he now is 63cm long (10th percentile), 7.02kg (30th percentile) and has a 43cm head circumference (50th percentile)... I acknowledge that I'm overly pre-occupied with these stats, but he was so little when he was born, and I think that will always stay with me, and my boys all drop on the charts as they get older, so he started out small and might just get smaller (relative to other children), eeek...

So, yay for growthage!

His gross motor movements are becoming much smoother, and he's putting everything in his mouth.

This last month saw him having a little formula, which is something that really does rub me the wrong way. It irks me that we needed to "go there", even just for 1.5lt of the stuff, but I guess I'm going to have to build a bridge. It was necessary at the time, and it's well and truly behind us now.

He laughs when he's tickled now. In fact, he laughs all the time! All sorts of things make him laugh!

His new nickname is Squishy. Sir Squishy Squealsalot, to you!

Luey and Bryn were sitting unaided by 5 months, but Ari has decided to take some more time developing that particular skill.

His eyes are still mostly blue, and mum is convinced they'll stay that way as they're the same colour as her eyes when she was a child - with a yellow ring in the middle. Some days though, his eyes look positively green, light mossy green...

He's a great little communicator! Is very good at making his needs clear to all of us, and not just by crying, but also by smiling, grunting, and wiggling his body in certain ways to communicate different things: I want to be fed, I want to be picked up, I want that toy, etc. and so forth.

Despite not sitting just yet, and really actually HATING playing on the floor, he seems impatient to be able to MOVE and chase after the boys already. He lights up whenever any one of them comes within sight and then wriggles as if to say, "Let me down, I need to go with him now!"...

Teenagers and the failing parent...