Posts Tagged Under Cindy Bailey
How to Organically Promote Your Book
Cindy Bailey is co-author along with her husband, Pierre Giauque, of The Fertile Kitchen® Cookbook: Simple Recipes for Optimizing Your Fertility. Promoting by the seat of her pants has helped propel their book to the top-seller list on Amazon.com and has gotten their story nationally televised. Cindy here and in future columns will be sharing her adventures, as well as hints and tips, for book promotions.
I usually do book promotions by phone and Internet–as much as I can get away with. It’s not that I’m anti-social; I’m just more comfortable operating solo from my little office in my little house. Or maybe I’m just addicted to the Internet. Or just lazy about getting out. I mean, with all the travel to and fro and the need to trade out my Adidas foam sandals for actual shoes, not to mention the makeup, well, it all requires more time!
I do venture out, though, once I’ve got a gig: a speaking engagement, workshop, meeting, launch party.
Yet there is so much power in just being out there. Doing face time. Continue… »
By Cindy BaileyMothers Naturally Freak When Schools Wrongly Label Kids
A couple of months ago I got a call from my son Julien’s preschool requesting a meeting with both parents. We figured it was about his speech delay, which we weren’t yet worried about, given that he was learning two languages at home.
When we met with the director and our son’s teacher, they handed us a list of seven behaviors they felt were unusual. Three of them had to do with speaking, as far as we could judge, two of them had to do with zoning out and distractibility, to summarize. One had to do with motor coordination and the last, with drooling.
All of these items might be normal in a much younger child, they said, but Julien was three. These items had nothing to do with his cognitive abilities or intelligence, they assured us, and they agreed that he is an intensely social, affectionate, empathetic child.
By Cindy BaileyDiaper Genie in the Bottle
Late last night, I got into a domestic dispute with the Diaper Genie, and the result wasn’t pretty.
Well, I trooped outside to the curb in my flimsy pajamas and raised one of the trash lids half-way. I then pressed the magic button on the Diaper Genie and, like linked soccer balls, they rolled out into the trash.
Mommy’s High-Wire Act: The Work/Family Balance
I’ve been working a lot lately and I’m not seeing my son enough. That bugs me. He’s only three. How can he be spending more time at preschool than at home? What kind of mother am I?
This is not the first time I question my work/family balance. Even when I’ve got the balance right, there are still days it gets thrown off, either because I’ve added to my work schedule (less time for family), our son is home sick unexpectedly (less time for work), or I just feel the need to spend more time with our son (no change in time, just want more of it).
Lately, I’ve added to my work schedule, so our son no longer stays home with me one full day a week. Instead, he’s in preschool full-time. Ack, I feel guilty just writing this—even though I know he’s happy there, loves it, and it’s a great place for him. It’s not him I’m worried about, really; it’s me.
By Cindy BaileyPREGNANT — and not
In the many years I’ve been struggling to get pregnant (and I succeeded once), I’ve never taken a pregnancy test in hopes that it would be negative.
But that’s what I did last week.
A couple of months earlier I took another pregnancy test. I took that one because I was about to begin a medication for a sports injury and the pharmacist warned that you can’t take it if you’re pregnant.
By Cindy BaileyYou Need Time Alone, But It’s Hard to Leave Your Child With Someone Else
I just dropped my sixteen-month-old off at daycare for the first time ever, and it was tricky. Before today, he’s only had one-on-one care, and I’ve only worked part-time from home. I did this so I could sneak peeks at our son, watch him develop, and take pleasure in the joys of his being.
The week before, weird emotions surfaced. Was this my own separation anxiety? Guilt over planning to spend less time with my child instead of more? Am I thrusting him into an environment he’s not prepared to deal with?
But I knew he was ready, and I needed to take this step. I would still keep him home on Thursdays, I rationalized. I would still see him grow and change. He needs to socialize now, and
I need to work a little more — we both need to grow.
Balancing Mommyhood
My almost three-year old didn’t want to go to school this Monday morning. He had too much fun over the weekend with Mom, Dad and Grandma, and he just wanted to stay home and do all those fun things again.
“I want pancakes!” he said to my face in the dark while I slept, or tried to.
“We can do that,” I told him, pulling myself out of bed.
By Cindy BaileyThe Art of Peeing
But then, Dad got tired of carrying that backpack around and instead started holding our son suspended over regular toilets. When one of those weren’t handy, he started teaching our son to pee standing up next to the closest bush or tree.
We potty trained our son early, when he was twenty-two months old, and he took to it very well. Within a week he was peeing in his little Bjorn potty, and three weeks later, doing his other business in there too. It took a little longer for him to feel comfortable peeing in bathrooms outside our house. What we did is take along a portable version of the Bjorn potty, which we would throw in a bulky backpack. Not only was it something familiar in an unfamiliar environment, which eased our son’s stage fright, but we had something we could whip out any time, any place, when there was no bathroom in sight.
Mom’s Growing Pains
I remember the moment I realized my son was no longer a baby.
I was watching him pull himself up on the couch and attempt to walk its length. He made noises as if he could talk, and when he got to the end of the couch he grabbed the toy he was after and stuffed it into his mouth.
I howled, “Great job, Julien! Way to go.”
Then I looked at him, standing on his little legs, all stretched out. He was nine months old. I thought, “He’s not a baby any more. He’s on his way to toddlerhood.”
By adminShouting in Public
I don’t know what got into me. I’m not someone who normally shouts at people in public.
But that’s what I did one Saturday a few weeks ago.
I was taking my son out for a walk in my family friendly neighborhood and decided to get him a cookie at our local café.
When we entered, my son immediately ran to one of two available tables, climbing up on the bench and putting his face to the window. My eyes swept the area: friendly faces, kids running around, and an unattended cup of orange juice at the table next to us. My subconscious deemed the environment safe.
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