Queen For a Day!

Yesterday, my older daughter got upset and shouted that she was tired of me always deciding when to leave, when to stay, where to go, what to do, what to eat.

I was taken aback but paused and tried to get some wisdom on how to respond kindly.

I waited.

Then I figured what the heck! I'll offer her the chance to make all the decisions. It must feel quite disempowering to never get to say.

So I declared Saturday her day to be "Queen For a Day!" She gets to decide everything, absolutely everything, including what we will each wear. (We get to say no.) I don't think she'll abuse this; I think we'll be quite smartly dressed. At least I hope so. I sure hope it's not a crazy expensive day.

She wanted to eat out all day but I pointed out that she might as well have exactly what she wants so there may be some supermarket trips on the agenda to buy ingredients for whatever she wants to eat. I know her first request is going to be chocolate chip cookies!

I can't wait! This is going to be fun!

We were on TV! Four times! And in the New York Times!

But this is not news. It's olds. I just nwo thought of it and that it's actually pretty darned cool so for posterity, I thought I'd write about it!

We were on Spanish television twice for being parents doing Elimination Communication (EC). That was a bit nervewracking because, well, first of all, Spanish is not my native language, and second, well, ya know, it's TV! We were on two different programs. I can't even remember the names now! What a shame! We were mini-celebrities for a while; everyone in our area seemed to have seen the programs and recognized us. At the end, one of the programs had some so-called expert come on and get the last word. Whatever. My husband was totally brilliant and eloquent. I was so proud! My older daughter wanted to be included and so she was.

The other two times we were on TV were to do with a woman who was doing something or other political down in Miami Beach while nursing her daughter at meetings - and the mayor said something totally foolish so there were nurse-ins. And a followup interview or perhaps it was even two followup interviews. I totally forget. Mostly we just stood around with our babies for the three minutes of airtime. We were probably used. Whatever. I'd do it again.

And we in the New York Times, also for EC. That's me nursing in the photo, wearing the pink pants.