Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The art of the cut

Zumba recently launched a new line of clothes for the fall. Hence the big summer sale. They call their new collection The Art Of The Cut, advertising clothes that are "pre-slashed". Wait...pre-whatnow? That name implies two things: 1) that people buy Zumbawear and then slash it, cut it up, and otherwise alter it to suit themselves, and 2) that now they don't have to because Zumba has already taken care of that part. Well alrighty then. Not too long after the fall line was released, Zumba posted videos to Facebook as a "how-to" for cutting up this stuff. The pink hoodie cost $64, and the purple t-shirt costs $29. Is anyone else going, "Holy smokes!!" or am I the only one?


I understand that some people like to make their look unique and personalized, but I personally can not imagine spending that much on fancy Zumba clothing and then...gasp...cutting it up. Thinking about doing that to what's hanging in my closet makes me want to cry a little. So I decided to do some searching online to find out if this is really true, if people actually do this to their stuff. I really had to see it to believe it because no one in any of the classes I've ever been to has shown up wearing a top they've cut up. As it turns out, this is a real thing.


There are videos! I mean besides the ones that Zumba has posted. I watched one of a girl cutting up her Party In Pink tank top. The exact same one that I just bought with my birthday gift card. Choke...gasp. Once I got past the shock, I realized that she seemed to know what she was doing. She had pins and everything. I watched her video a few times and came to the conclusion that this was not her first rodeo, as they say. I also noticed that she had a second tank top sitting off to one side and while she didn't do anything with it in the video, I kinda think it was in the on-deck circle. After seeing this video, I started browsing around, and watched a few more. The more of these I watched, the less crazy the idea of cutting up a shirt seemed. Here's why: the girl cutting up her Party In Pink tank top was sort of unique. In the majority of these videos, the shirt being attacked was A) not in fact a Zumba brand shirt, or B) a gigantic Zumba t-shirt that was intended for a man, in size XXL. Okay, that I can kind of understand. So it got me thinking along the lines of, "Gosh, I sure wish I had a man's giant Zumba shirt I could experiment with..." and from there it was only a hop, skip and a jump to, "Hey, don't I have a stack of dull-ish tank tops upstairs I'm planning to get rid of? Hrmm..."

I sorted through them to find that grey one I hate the most. If you don't remember the reason why I hate it, it's mentioned towards the bottom of a previous post. After locating it, I took it downstairs, grabbed my sewing box, and fired up that first video of the girl cutting up her Party In Pink shirt. If you're interested, it's here. I paused and rewound as needed, but I did to my hated grey what she did to her pink. I have photos!
Step 1
Step 2
Here's what the back of the shirt looked like originally (please excuse the shadows). Pretty dull right? I've -almost- been able to let myself forget I used to dress like this for class every week. Sigh... Honestly, it wasn't hard to take scissors to this thing. So, like the girl in the video, I matched the side-seams together and pinned it on a diagonal.
Once I could get past the fact that she was cutting up a Zumba brand shirt, and one that I also own, I actually kind of liked what she did to it. So I cut the back of the shirt into strips about the width of my thumb with the ones closest to the bottom being shorter, and the ones higher up the back being longer. It looked something like this:
Step 3
Step 4
Step 5
See? Easy. Take that hated grey! Yeah, I was starting to get into it at this point... Something about this process actually felt kind of good when applied to this particular shirt. After I slashed it, I did this weaving thing that the girl demonstrated in the video. You grab the topmost strip, twist it to make a loop, then pull the next strip down, up through the loop. Then, twist -that- piece into a loop and pull the next one down, up through. Repeat until you get to the bottom. If that isn't clear and you want to know, scroll back up and watch her video. At the bottom, she tied hers with a string. I used a safety pin for ease of undoing as needed until I decided I was finished. Which I thought I was after Step 4, but then I tried it on and decided it needed something else. So I undid it to lay it flat again so I could cut it up some more. I had seen another video of a tank top being turned into a halter top and I thought, "If it needs something else, why not do both?" Go big or go home, as they say. Besides, what did I have to loose, it was just the hated grey after all...
Step 6
Step 7
So I cut the back apart, as you can see in Step 5, and then sliced that in half to make straps I could tie together - Step 6. After that, I neatened up the straps a little bit, cutting off corners and also that edging around the neckline and what used to be the sleeves - Steps 7 & 8. Those scraps that you see in Step 7, I saved them. I was advised in more than one video not to throw scraps away because "you may need them". Seriously, one lady said she made bracelets out of them, though she didn't say how. Too bad, you guys know I likes me some bracelets. Someone else was using scraps (the sleeves from the man's giant shirt) to make a bikini top. Really? Yeah... No, not gonna happen even if I had one of those XXL's handy.
Step 8
Finished Back
Finished Front
So then I had what you see above. I went and tried it on and... It was only okay. Somehow, I still didn't feel it was done, but I was out of videos I liked. Time to get creative! I decided that it was the back piece that needed to change. It was still five inches of plain old blah so that had to change. Now, where did I leave my scissors? I didn't want to weave it. I figured that trying to weave something new into what I already had wouldn't work. So I slashed the shirt straight across instead of on the diagonal and when I had five strips, I cut each one in the center. Then I put the shirt on and I tied them back together making sure I was matching up the right ones; best to use a mirror. Finally done! I was satisfied with it. Let me tell you, the shirt sure fit a whole lot better too. It was still pinned at the bottom loop though, and I wanted to change that since I wasn't likely to need to undo the weaving anymore. Remember those scrap pieces? I cut one of them up into two thin strips. I used these to tie the last loop to the bottom of the shirt and that's what you see in the finished pictures. So then I modeled it for Bry, "Well, what do you think?", and he responds, "It's nice, but... It's still a grey shirt." Hrmm... Touché sir, touché. I think I'm going to buy some really bright ribbons and figure out how to braid them in. Yeah, I know only the back will be decorated, but here's the thing with that - the only person who sees the front of me in class these days, is the teacher. Take that hated grey.

Best advice: Today it's more "food for thought". Is there a way you can take something you hate and turn it into something you... I was going to say love, but I still need to go ribbon shopping. Into something you don't hate? Take something that works against you and change it so that it's the opposite?

****I need to add to this post. I wrote this the day I did the shirt which was actually a couple days ago. Since then, I've had the opportunity to wear the shirt to dance in. I put it on last night for practice just to test it out and it works really well. Why test it you ask? Well... When you're wearing a shirt that's basically tied in place it's best to know before wearing it out in public whether it will hold together through strenuous activity; and Zumba can get pretty strenuous. A few Monday's ago, I El Blablaso-ed the elastic right out of my braid! El Blablaso is a really fast merengue... Anyways, back to last night. The shirt stayed where I put it which is more than I can say for my hair clips. Those things slip and slide the moment they get damp. Grr, but better them than the shirt am I right? So I'm pleased with the performance of the shirt, now I just have to get it decorated to make it class-worthy. On today's agenda, a trip to the fabric store!****

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The search for the elusive Boujé {UPDATED}

I hope all of you out there had an excellent Labor Day weekend. We did in our house, though it was pretty low-key. On Sunday, my sister-in-law and her family came over and we all went for a swim in our pool. Our boys got to play with their cousin for a little while and a good time was had by all most - our youngest is working on some molars and he was a little fussy. For those of you out there without experience with teething babies, molars have four points, and a baby's molars come through one point at a time. Did I mention that a baby has eight molars total? Oh joy...not, but the afternoon was lovely spent together with family in spite of fussy babiness. Oh, and this weekend I found something I'd been looking for. Zumba-related? Yeah... You know it. About two months ago now, Zumba debuted an ad campaign for their latest Party In Pink.
This is it, featuring actual survivors who also happen to be instructors. It's a great campaign, but one of the questions that appeared over and over again in the comments when this video went up on Facebook was: "What song is that?" It's Boujé by J. Perry. He's Haitian and the song is in French. I've also seen the song spelled Bouger. At the time, the only thing I could find from searching for it was the following video on YouTube:
 
This video was taken in LA at a Zumba Fitness Concert. 

**Dear Zumba,
Please bring a fitness concert to some place in West Michigan within three hours' drive of my house. If you did, I would totally buy a ticket and road-trip it and I know a few others that would probably share the drive with me.
Sincerely,
The Zumbamommy**

So, I was glad to find the full song even if the sound quality of the video isn't great. I -really- wanted this song, I still do! I've looked and looked, in fact I check once a week or so, but the MP3 still isn't available for public purchase yet. Or at least it isn't on Amazon.com. I don't own an i-Anything so I don't have an iTunes account. If it's different there, I wouldn't know. Even the artist's website doesn't list a release date; actually doesn't list the song at all. Bummer. But the double bummer?  Watching this video, I realized that Zumba is using this song for more than just an ad campaign, there's choreography! Choreography that is next to impossible to make out from watching the tiny dancers on the stage, or the blurry jumbo TV's, or the writhing mass of an audience. No amount of squinting at the screen helps; believe me, I've tried. Double bummer and double darn!

Since that video, more have appeared and just this weekend, I stumbled across this little gem. 
According to the info, the video was published June 21, 2013 but I'd swear it wasn't there last week... Bloody magical YouTube pixies... Anyway, The lady in the orange top and black pants up front leading the group is the indomitable force known as Gina Grant. She's one of Zumba's professional dancers. And by professional, I mean that as her regular job, she is paid to travel to places like the Czech Republic (which is where this video was taken) and do Zumba events. The little blond girl in the grey top and pink pants up there with her is Fanny Madarász who is famous in her own right as one of Zumba's youngest presenters. Finding official choreography, that I could actually see well enough to follow, made me a little giddy and I was struck with the urge to try it. At first I thought: "I'll just wait for this evening, after the boys are in bed." But... it didn't work out like that. For those of you who aren't freaky Zumba addicts like myself, I'll try to describe it. It's like a food craving. I think most everyone out there has had one of those at least once. So you decide you'd really like a bite of something, and no substitute seems to make a difference. The yen for that one food gets progressively stronger until you finally have some, and then you go, "Yummy!". Well, my craving for some Boujé reached critical mass in about five minutes flat and the plan to wait until after 8pm went right out the window. To be fair, it -was- only 1:30pm. I mean, what's the Zumbamommy expected to do with that?

Bry was out on the John Deere mowing the lawn, my youngest was down for a nap, my oldest was watching a cartoon... Why not? So I angled my laptop towards a reasonably open-ish spot in the kitchen and grabbed my dance shoes. I don't normally use the kitchen as a dance space, I usually go in the basement. Initially, I thought I'll just try it... A couple times... Keep it low impact... No need to go at it full on, thus no need to go in the basement... Those of you who know me from class, I know you're shaking your heads at me. And the rest of you, probably should be too in all honesty. I don't know who I thought I was fooling because if that was really the plan, I probably didn't need to put on my shoes - the good ones I wear out to class! Heh. Well, after the second time through the song, I realized this and decided I'd made a mistake in not changing out of my regular clothes. So I quickly ran upstairs and fixed that and then got back to it. And by "got back to it" I mean I -really- got into it. If Boujé were a food it would be yummy! The French verb bouger means: "to move, shift or stir". So let's move, shift, and stir already! Sometime during the twelfth run through, Bry came in from the yard to find his wife bouncing around the kitchen in a completely different outfit (very sweaty by this point) and waving her arms. I have to give him props, he made his way through the kitchen without getting whacked. Bob and weave Babe, bob and weave... Then after a few more times through, the baby made it known he was done in his room and ready to come down. So I took another short break to go get him and set him up with some milk and a snack. He sat at the table and watched me run through the song another eight times or so. It was comical the first time he saw me though, he had his cup up to his mouth but I could tell he wasn't actually drinking. He was just staring at me all wide-eyed, milk forgotten. I knew the exact moment he figured out what it was I was doing, he set the cup down and grinned at me, then he started moving to the beat and waving his arms around. That's my little Zumba-baby!

So, to my sister-in-law and her husband, now you guys know the reason I looked a mess when you showed up.

Best advice: Zumba that doesn't work up a sweat? There. Is. No. Such. Thing.

UPDATE:
Since I originally wrote this post, I've acquired both versions of this song...lucky lucky me! Here are some links for your viewing/buying/listening pleasure:

For the official video featuring Admiral T, click here.
For the Amazon MP3, click here.
The version featuring Shabba was only released to ZIN (Zumba Instructor Network) members, but it can be heard (audio only) here.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

The (big fat Zumba) birthday present from Zumba.com

Not to long ago, I wrote about the birthday presents I got from my in-laws from Amazon.com. That post can be seen here. For this post, I am excited to write about the birthday presents I got from my both my family and in-law family from Zumba.com. Remember those fun gift cards with the dancing Zumba lady on the front? Yeah, those. The things I ordered finally shipped on Wednesday and I've been anxiously awaiting their arrival ever since. Once again, I've had the tracking info up on my computer and I keep refreshing the browser. Bry's been teasing me, "A watched package never moves." It does, it just waits until after you go to bed... So actually I guess he's right because I was sleeping instead of watching.
Zumbawear always ships by FedEx so they'll drop it off right at the door. The last time I was waiting on an order, the delivery guy somehow managed to drive up, leave the package on the porch, and drive away all without me noticing. Believe me, I was watching then just like I'm watching now. FedEx must hire ninjas to drive their trucks. Just for fun, I got a screenshot of the tracking info. As of 7:17am on Friday it was on a truck and out for delivery. I'm so pleased, because with Labor Day coming up, I wasn't sure if it would get here before the holiday weekend.

I happened to see the truck arrive this time and I was out there in the driveway before the guy could even get out of his truck; he was startled to see me standing right there. Out-ninja the ninja baby!

Driver: You must have been waiting for this.
Me: Yeah, I've been watching for you.
Driver: Okay... Well you have a great weekend then...
Me: You too!

I should be glad he didn't reflexively whip out his throwing stars. I hurried inside with the package and here it is.

I cut it open and dumped everything out. Two pairs of cargo capris, one top, and two bracelets. To say I've had a nice little birthday shopping spree, is sort of an understatement at this point. Looking at all of it, I am once again overwhelmed by the generosity of my family and in-laws. Thank you all, and I hope you can see how much I love your gifts.


So like before, I took pictures of it all. In spite of the big summer sale that Zumba has going on right now, the pairs of pants and top I bought weren't on sale. You watch, they'll be on sale two weeks from now... Blarg... Anyways, the pair of cargo capris that I wanted that -were- on sale, were sold out of my size; most of the other sizes too. That really was a shame, they were bright pink with black trim and I really liked them. The ones I wound up buying were the orbit cargo capris. I liked these too, and they were a pink pair... I've decided that when buying capris, I'm not going to buy black. I have three pairs of long black cargoes, I think I'm set for black. The orbit cargoes are interesting because the ribbons on the pockets are -two- colors.
Back
Ooh! These are the ones off to the right. One black ribbon and one pink ribbon on each pocket. The pink is sort of an odd pink... Definitely not the bright neon of the pair I'd originally had my eye on. To be honest, when I got them out of the package, I didn't unwrap them right away like I did everything else. Seeing this strange pink up close and personal, I wasn't sure I was going to keep them. I took them upstairs to my closet and held them up to every tank top. They go well with my one remaining black tank and its grey counterpart... But that was really it. Well, there is the tie-dye one. Now I'm really really glad I bought that, it seems to go with everything. As you can see, I did unwrap them. I decided to keep them. I just wish I'd bought the matching pink/black top, and I may still since I didn't use up all my gift card money. I got a second pair of these capris in another color. Most Zumbawear is produced in sets of two to four of the same thing, just in different colors. This particular style of capris also has a grey pair and blue pair.
Front
The grey is a lot like this pink, a little muted which, when it comes to Zumba clothing, is practically unheard of. But the blue pair... they are the bright sheep in that little family of pants. I was inspired to buy the blue pair along with the pink pair. They are really bright and they were designed to go with a green/blue top that I've been wanting to buy since the first moment I saw it go up for sale. That's it on the right. Something about the color combination of the blue and green really caught my eye. So since none of this stuff was discounted, did I actually shop the sale? 

A little... I bought bracelets. Now, I don't go for jewelry much at all. Expensive jewelry would be wasted on me. I much prefer practical gifts. Lucky for Bry. Remember I said he got me cargo pants last Valentine's? 
He never has to putz around a jewelry store shopping for ruby earrings or...whatever. Actually, I don't even have pierced ears. But I like bracelets. Not fancy diamond tennis bracelets (and who would even wear something so expensive to play tennis?), just cute beaded ones like the kind you find on clearance at Khol's department store. I'm a sucker for cute costume jewelry bracelets. So when I saw these I thought, "Goody! 25% off!". There was a third one that was an odd combination of a purple band and a sky-blue charm. I didn't care for it, and I don't own anything sky-blue. Not for Zumba, not at all. I have more than one tank top that is orange and pink, and I have three pairs of black cargoes, so these two were winners.

That mostly concludes my (big fat Zumba) birthday. Mostly. I got something -really- special from Bry and the boys, I'm just saving that story for the future. It'll be a good one, I promise.

No advice today, though if you want to take it that way, feel free. Fair warning, it's going to sound a bit fortune cookie: The real birthday gift isn't the Zwag (actual word), it's what all of it represents. See what I mean? At least I didn't include some "lucky numbers"... In all seriousness, here's what it all represents to me, the confidence to stand out and walk dance tall. Six months ago, if someone had told me I'd be buying pairs of pink and blue pants, I'd have laughed and thought that was crazy-talk. But here I am, enjoying the best birthday ever.

Friday, August 30, 2013

The food allergies

In our house, Bry and I deal with several food allergies. Not ourselves, our boys. They both have different foods that they can't eat. We're thankful that neither of them have allergies severe enough to require an epi-pen. At least the we know of... We have yet to get the little one in to see an allergist so who knows what we might learn from a visit.

http://www.pinterest.com/mirandadezeeuw/the-family-health-board/When our oldest was 21 months old, he had terrible hay-fever; he was so miserable. I took him into see the allergist and they tested for 24 different things. Not just plants, foods and animals too. We learned that he was allergic to eggs and dairy. We had no idea. We're a vegan family. We have been since he was 14 months old so we never fed him those things and thus never saw a reaction. The nurse couldn't have been more shocked at that, "You don't eat eggs? At all?" I'm pretty sure she didn't know what a vegan was.


We don't eat or use anything that comes from an animal, or used to be an animal. Excluding insects.

Finding out what allergies your child has in a doctor's office is not nearly as distressing as finding out by accident. In our house we've dealt with both. Learning that our older son was allergic to eggs and dairy didn't really affect us in any major way - at least not at the time. At home, his allergies don't matter since we never buy either of those foods or any food that contains them as an ingredient. After he turned three, it started to matter quite a bit more because we sent him to preschool a couple afternoons a week.

Dealing with allergies and schools together is never easy. Overall, I found the staff at the preschool to be very open to suggestions and willing to make accommodations. Basically, well-meaning, which is excellent. But our boy came home from school three different times that year with an allergic reaction to a snack that they thought was safe. I tracked it down to popcorn. That was the culprit. A simple and easy snack that feeds a lot of children for a very low cost. Parents will buy a box of microwaveable popcorn and bring one pouch to the school and the whole bag will feed a class of 12. The problem is that it comes in a buttery sauce. Even pre-popped popcorn is almost always either buttery, caramel flavored, or cheesy. I finally told them not to feed him popcorn of any kind just to be safe. The reason it took so long to track down the offending food is because our son's symptoms are all gastrointestinal, meaning they all happen down in the gut causing cramps and diarrhea. The allergic reaction is somewhat delayed because his body digests the food, -then- has the allergic reaction. Most people think of a food allergy as causing an immediate and dramatic reaction. A rash breaks out, or the throat closes up, or the eyes swell shut... Something like that. Believe me when I say they aren't all like that. And, just because they aren't like that, doesn't mean they aren't to be taken seriously. I made a point to supply his 3's preschool teachers with foods that I knew were safe for him that they could use any time they were unsure about the day's snack.

I did the same thing for his 4's teachers and I told them at the start of that school year, "No popcorn!" What I didn't tell them, and probably should have, was, "No fish crackers!" Everyone out there knows Pepperidge Farm Goldfish. They come in other flavors besides cheese, but I have yet to find a variety that doesn't have dairy in it. This means that our son can't eat any kind of fish-shaped cracker. One parent brought pretzel-flavored Goldfish crackers to the class for a snack, but brought them in a zip top bag with no nutritional information attached. The teachers, knowing I had once brought in a (safe!) brand of pretzels thought these pretzel fish were okay for our boy to eat. That happened on a Friday, so it was an...interesting...weekend. I spoke to his teachers the next Monday and they were very apologetic, but really, it wasn't so much their fault as it was the parent who brought crackers that were dumped into a bag. I believe that as a parent bringing snack, there is a responsibility to provide nutritional information.

During that school year, my father-in-law and his wife took a trip to California and while there, shopped at a farmers' market and got lots of goodies that were not in season in Michigan. Among their purchases was a fruit called a Chinese date, also frequently called a jujube (the Wiki page). When Granny offered our boy one to try we said sure, he loves dried fruits like that. A half hour later, he had a terrible itchy rash on his arms and legs. The rash cleared up quickly after we gave him 1 tsp of Benadryl. Learning about a third food allergy in such a way was incredibly disconcerting. One never can tell how bad a reaction will be. I felt extremely relieved that it cleared up so quickly and was fairly mild. Grandpa and Granny felt so bad, but as with the teachers, it wasn't their fault. There was no way to know in advance that the Chinese date would cause an allergic reaction. When I began looking up information about them, I learned that these jujubes are from the buckthorn family of plants (Rhamnaceae) and that as a family they are very widespread throughout North America. It's a fairly large family, but only a few of these actually have any parts suitable for human consumption. Now that I know what I know about our older son's allergies, and I know what I know about the buckthorn plant family, I really wonder if his seasonal allergies are caused by wild-growing varieties. It's a theory, there's no way for me to know for sure, I'm no botanist. Just as an added piece of info, a jujube is different from a regular date because a regular date comes from a tree in the palm family; so botanically it is different.

The start of a new school year is rapidly approaching and our oldest is starting Kindergarten. This is the third year in a row that I've filled out an allergy action plan that's kept in the office with a bottle of Benadryl; better safe than sorry. In that same vein, I always keep a bottle of pediatric pro-biotic supplements on hand in the fridge. Any time our older son has issues in his gut, I give him one tablet a day until he's back to normal.

So what about our younger son? That was a pretty scary discovery actually. When the baby was 9 months old, I fed him kiwi. As it turns out, that was a really bad idea but I didn't know that at the time. That's one of the things that make food allergies so frightening, you just never know until the food is eaten. I had some kiwi with me out on a playdate and as I was feeding it to the baby my friend Tat says, "Kiwi is a high allergy food." Huh? I had no idea... A day later, the little guy has diarrhea and is vomiting nearly non-stop. It took an entire week to get all of the kiwi through his little body because I'd fed it to him seeds and all. I really was worried because a 9 month old can get dehydrated very quickly. I couldn't even give him any medicine (like I do with his brother) because of how little he is. I called the pediatrician's office and explained what was happening and what I believed was the cause. Now, I've always felt like any concerns I've had regarding our sons' health have been taken seriously, and I have been satisfied with the quality of care that my sons have received both before and since that incident. But talking to the nurse that day about my youngest's symptoms, I really felt like I was getting the brush off. I was so shocked. It seemed like the minute I answered her question: "Is he having trouble breathing?" with a "No", she treated me like I was over-reacting to what was probably a cold or flu. I wanted to shake this woman... Lady, you're a nurse, how do you not know that airway issues are not the only sign of an allergic reaction? And even if it wasn't an allergic reaction, isn't the vomiting and diarrhea in 9 month old enough to be concerned about? I kept as calm as I could under the circumstances as I explained that I was pretty sure I knew what I was looking at since I had an older son whose allergy reactions were mostly gastrointestinal. Oh well, those were the magic words I guess. All of a sudden she was willing to believe me; believe that I wasn't some poor, frazzled, stressed-out, first-time mom calling in and making a big deal out of nothing. I knew right then that I was going to have to take the little one to an allergist eventually, they're specialists and they (along with their nursing staff!) take allergies and allergic reactions seriously. When I spoke to the pediatrician at the 9 month visit, I asked him about seeing an allergist right away, but he suggested I wait. Not because he wasn't taking me seriously, he was - he knows my older son and has seen the allergist's reports. He suggested I wait for two reasons: 1) the skin prick tests are a little painful, and 2) a baby still nursing is borrowing his mother's immune system and this would skew any allergy test results. So I'm waiting for a time between 18 and 20 months. Since then, I've avoided kiwi (obviously) and I've also been very careful about introducing, or even re-introducing, other fruits and vegetables. From researching kiwi allergies, I learned there is such a thing as a latex-fruit cross reaction. People allergic to latex are more likely to be allergic to certain foods than those who aren't. People allergic to the cross-reactive foods are more likely to be allergic to latex than those who aren't. This is a big part of why I think allergy testing is necessary, there are too many possibilities and I don't want to discover any more of them by accident.

Having children with food allergies means I've had to find related resources. There are lots and lots out there. We live in an age of food allergies it seems. When I was kid growing up, there was one kid in the whole school allergic to peanuts, and another allergic to bees. That was it. These days, it seems like there are one or two kids per class with food allergies. It's not just peanuts anymore either. I've seen kids allergic to sesame seeds, food dyes, tree nuts, strawberries, and wheat. There are a whole host of others, those are just the ones I've encountered firsthand in the course of teaching.

**Side note: Teaching is what I did before I became the Zumbamommy, and when my youngest is old enough to be in school full time I'll be the Zumbamommy-teacher. I think hyphenating is the way to go, don't you?**

I want to share some of the resources I've found that have quality products or useful information.

Allerbling is a product I bought for our older son. They sell pediatric allergy alert bracelets and have 15 charms available. Unfortunately, none of the charms are for a kiwi allergy so I had to look elsewhere when shopping for our younger son. I found Allermates and they have a huge variety of wristbands and charms, including kiwi. Their customer service is fantastic. I exchanged emails with a live person who was clearly in charge. He was able to work with me as far as payment and shipping since they are based in the UK and charged me £19.49 GBP ($30.34 USD). I've also shopped from Inchbug.com, the sell customizable allergy alert stickers as well as bag tags. With our older son starting kindergarten this year, he'll be eating lunch at school. I bought him a bag tag for his lunch bag and stickers for the lunch box and its components.

Useful websites:
Eating with food allergies
Kids with food allergies
Allergy friendly restaurant database
Sophie-Safe

Best advice: As a parent, you have natural instincts, listen to them. If you don't like what some doctors and nurses are saying about your child, get a second opinion, or even a third. Doctors are usually pretty smart people, but they don't know your kid the same way you do.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The lull between sessions

The summer Zumba session I was doing with Rae ended on Monday. Aaw.

The fall Zumba session I'm going to do with Jae, doesn't start for three weeks. Three. Long. Weeks. Boo...

This summer was a blast (thank you Rae) and I'm sorry to see it end. At the same time, I am really looking forward to the start of the fall session. Here's how much... Back in the first week of July, I learned that registration opened and people could begin signing up for the fall session. You don't say? Well I better get on that, September's not too far away! Nobody's going to steal my spot... You think I'm kidding? Totally not kidding. I've been registered since July 2nd for a session that starts September 18th. This Zumba freak is freaky fast. I've got the web receipt printed out and tacked to the cork board in my laundry room so I can look at it every time I walk by. I took this photo for you, my friends, so you can all share in my freakishness. I circled it in orange.
Because orange is nice and bright... Tangent time! Don't you just love the drawing in the bottom left corner of that picture? It's okay if you don't...but I do. Maybe it's just the proud Zumbamommy talking, but I think it's really good. My older son drew that as a present for my birthday. It's a picture of me and I'm wearing an orange and green top with purple bottoms. I guess he's pretty familiar with my wardrobe these days... Heh.

Alright, back on topic. As it turns out, registering early was pretty good move. When the Community Ed. booklet arrived, advertising all the different classes for fall three weeks ago, I saw that they have an "early bird" rate listed that is $10 cheaper if you register one week or more in advance of the start date. I definitely have that covered so...sweet!

What's not so sweet is the waiting period. I've got this week and two more and the time is just sort of looming up at me. September's not too far away? Ugh! That was easy to say in July when I was going out to class every Monday night. September 1st is only days away and yet today it feels like the 18th is never going to get here. I understand that the Community Ed. people have a logical plan. They're waiting to have their classes begin until after Labor Day, until after the school year has started, until after people have their fall schedules in order. Mentally, I get all that and probably for most normal people, waiting until the 18th doesn't matter. Who knows? They may even like that -better-. But I don't fall under the category of "most normal people" now, do I? Not when it comes to my Zumba, and when I think about the next three weeks, I get an itchy feeling under my skin. I think that probably doesn't happen to the non-freaks.

So my plan to get through the next three weeks with my sanity (and that of my patient and supportive family) in tact, is to practice at home. A lot.

Best advice (and this is mostly just for me today folks): Stay calm, things are fine, and class is only 21 days away. Repeat as needed...

I need to make an addendum before I post this live. I wrote the above in the afternoon. Freak that I am, I'm prone to freaking out. You think this was bad? You should have seen me the first day I realized there even was a three week lull! I nearly dropped my laundry basket as I walked by my cork board... That was five weeks ago, so I'm writing this post -after- I've had time to adjust. Anyway, in the evening, I took my boys to an open house at the elementary school where my oldest is going to be starting Kindergarten next week. Who should I run into? One of my classmates from the summer session. Turns out she works there at the school and we almost didn't recognize each other in regular clothes. She asks me, "Will I see you Thursday?" to which I reply, "What's on Thursday?" Duh, Rae's other class! The same one I took my family to? How did I not think of that... Oh well. Yay! Freakout officially over, no more itchy feeling, and all is well. I was just at class on Monday so I'll hold off this week, but next Thursday, I am so there.

No more advice, just a comment: It's funny how interesting coincidences happen at interesting times.

The Everest songs

From time to time I run across a song that's really hard. Or at least I think it's really hard. I call them "Everest songs" because to me, tackling them is like slowly climbing Everest. Hey, I'm afraid of heights, this is the only kind of climbing I'm ever going to do. I could post a list of the songs I've classified this way, but I know most of you out there won't have any context and it wouldn't mean anything. What I will say is that they all tend to have a common element and that's that they have a lot less repetition, although there is always some, and the the different parts tend to be fast and more complex. What I mean by complex is that several parts of your body are moving at the same time but doing very different things. It can feel awkward at first and wrapping your brain around it can be a challenge, or at least it can be for me.

To date, I have encountered four songs I chose to put on my "Everest List". Not too bad in 3.5 year's time, even if I do say so myself. Then again, I might have just jinxed myself... The first two on my list have already been checked off, as in I feel I've got them down very well. The third still knocks me around from time to time but I'd say I'm about three quarters to having it under -control- (right Jae?). The fourth one is brand new and it's a doozy, I think I may be a while with it. It's a song I love and the choreography is fun, but it's also challenging. I don't mind that actually, in fact I rather like the way it exercises my brain along with my body. There are songs I have been doing for the better part of 3.5 years and I can let my mind go almost completely blank and it doesn't affect the actual dance. To me, weird as this is going to sound, those are like a form of meditation. The Everest ones are like working on a level six Sudoku, or a jigsaw with 5000 pieces. Keep at it long enough and eventually the puzzle will be solved.

I'm definitely not one to give it up easily. If a song goes on my Everest list, I'm never going to let it go until I have it to my satisfaction. With something like that, I am a junkyard doberman and it is the bone... Remember Joe? My horse? He was an Everest horse. Remember how I said he was an ornery cuss if he didn't like you? I've written about how much I loved him, but he and I didn't exactly get off to the best of starts. I kept working with him though, and eventually he stopped slamming me into walls while I was aboard and trying to bite me while I brushed him. The very first Everest song I ever encountered was one Rae did in my very first class. To this day, it is -the- one I will invariably ask for if she calls for requests. So yes, Everest songs are difficult and challenging but they've also turned into (or likely will turn into) some of  the ones I like the best, definitely top 20.

What about Let Me Think About It? Surprisingly no. As much trouble as that song gave me, I could actually do all of it but the one part. At least until Jae (in all her awesomeness) fixed me. Songs only make my Everest list when there are several different parts that I find challenging. That's why it takes a while for me to really get them because generally they come to me one piece at a time.

Best advice: Be thankful when something comes along that challenges you, because it means life is still interesting and you haven't learned everything yet.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The ballet raindrop and the horse

I took ballet as a kid. You've seen me write that I started Zumba with no dance background to speak of. This is true for all intents and purposes because in my opinion, being a "raindrop" in a ballet recital at the age of five after eight weeks of classes, does not a dance background make! Ballet was really just a raindrop in the bucket too. Most kids take lessons in something, usually in whatever their interest is. Me, I took lessons in just about everything. I did figure skating, I did art, drama, computers (such as they were back in '88), music, gymnastics, swimming, canoeing -and- kayaking, knitting -and- crocheting, I even twirled a baton! Basically, it was a little of everything but not a lot of anything, with two notable exceptions. One was piano, the other was horseback riding.

If you asked me today to play you something on the piano, I'm sorry but I'd have to laugh in your face. I can't play. So how then did I take lessons for three solid years? Muscle memory. Do the same pieces enough times over and your hands will practically play by themselves. Any kind of musical instrument (and there have been several...) has always been a challenge for me since I don't understand sheet music. It might as well be Sanskrit for all the sense it makes to me. I have enormous respect for people that can play an instrument because I know from my own struggle how hard it is.

Me at 15, Joe at 17
So, on to horseback riding. That was the thing that stuck. It was -the- thing for years. I loved it, I loved horses and I was good at it. For a long time, my life revolved around it. Long before I was a "Zumba freak" I was a "riding freak". That's me in the picture by the way. Whenever I show this to people who didn't know me back then, they almost always go, "Wow!". Those who don't, ask me if it's a picture of my sister, or maybe my cousin. Nope, that's me I tell them, and then they do that comparison of me now to me then. It's always interesting and it makes me smile. I've changed a lot since I was 15. Back then I was a lot... Younger right? That's what everyone's thinking? No, I know I was a heavier teenager (and that haircut totally didn't help). This photo was taken at a riding competition not too long before I went into the ring. You can tell it's before the ring because one, I don't have helmet hair yet, and two, I'm not wearing my high boots. Preparing for the ring can get messy and it won't do to have scuffed boots when the judge is looking at you. That's Joe standing next to me. He was wonderful (to me) and I loved him, but he sure was an ornery cuss if he decided not to like you; people and horses alike. Every time we went into the ring, he had a red ribbon tied to his tail. If you aren't familiar with ring etiquette, the red ribbon indicates that the wearer will kick if approached by another horse, so other riders could consider themselves warned. That was my boy, unsocial to the extreme. We were definitely a good partnership, and I was extremely attached to him. The problem with that though is that riders, as they improve, outgrow their mounts and then they need to find a new and more challenging horse to ride. I think you can see what direction this is heading in? Yeah... Before Joe, it didn't really matter what horse I rode. I'd sit just about any horse and be happy with that. After Joe, that changed, but at best, I would have had another two years with him before I would have learned all I could from him. I couldn't picture myself with a different horse, I really couldn't. As much as I loved riding, I loved riding with Joe more and I didn't think I'd be able to continue without him. I gave up riding all together the summer I turned 17, so a little more than a year after this picture was taken. It was the right time. I never rode seriously again. I've taken hour-long trail rides and the like, but nothing that could be considered "real" riding and never on the same horse twice. I think a small part of me always thought there would come a time in my life when I'd start again but that never happened. My life filled up quickly with university and a husband, then work, then a family and now here I am.
Me at 31
Monday July 29, 2013

This was taken several Monday's ago. Me in my favorite black pants, and what used to be my brightest tank top, pre-tie-dye. I've traded in my blazer and breeches for a tank top and cargoes and I feel great about that. I also feel great about the better looking haircut even though it's hard to see with it braided back for class. I don't want anyone to feel bad on my behalf because I don't feel bad about any of it. I am happy with how things have turned out for me. I am satisfied with what I have and I am grateful for all of it. In all honesty, after the first few Zumba classes when I realized how awesome dancing was, I wondered to myself: "Where has this been all my life?" Turns out, there's more to dance than being a ballet raindrop. How did I not find that out sooner? Ah well, the important thing is, I know it now.


Best advice: Love your life. It's special since it's the only one you have.