Drink water

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We all need to drink water. Fresh, clean, good water.

But most of us forget to drink water as often as we should. Well…fear no more.  There’s someone tweeting every hour about this very topic…

So if you’re thirsty, drink some water now!

And if you want to be reminded to drink water before you get thirsty, go here.

Cheers!

Thirsty

Look. I’m a thirsty kinda gal. Ok? I drink my coffee, I drink my water, I drink my wine.

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Given that I drink something all day, I tend to frequent the bathroom fairly often.

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All that liquid in a tiny bladder abused by two bouncy babies while pregnant will do that to a woman.

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So why is it that I can’t spend 60 seconds alone in that bathroom? WHY?

Take yesterday.

I had to pee. I glance around the house. Kids are playing together in another room, dog is fast asleep, Javadad is downstairs in the office.

A walk to the bathroom. I don’t hear the pitter patter of tiny feet or dog paws following me.

Happy joy…

The second I pull down my pants, the first one arrives. She analyzes the situation, then drags her potty closer to me and imitates my action.

20 seconds behind her is the 3yo. “Mommy, Sonja doesn’t want to play with me anymooooreee…”

Next I hear, then see the dog. He wants out. HIS bladder is the size of a prairie province and he was out less than an hour go. Why now?

Of course the family is still incomplete. Javadad has to pick THIS moment to ask me a question. “Where did you say the newspapers are?”

I mean, I spend the LEAST amount of time in the bathroom relatively speaking to the rest of the family and I don’t get 60 seconds of peace to have a pee.

How to get kids off juice and onto water

My kids like juice. According to DH, “that’s what kids drink”. Well. I don’t know what he drank when he was a kid, but we grew up on water.

Juice was something we drank occasionally. Milk we drank in the morning, but not during the day or with lunch or dinner. We were served water. From the tap. A pop was something one ordered in a restaurant, and we rarely went to a restaurant.

 If you’re thirsty, drink water.

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This rings true to this day. Even as adults, we need reminding that water is good for you, and to drink it throughout the day. If you understand German, you can follow Andrea on Twitter, or visit her weight management blog, and be reminded regularly to take that sip. (She understands English, so don’t be shy!)

The benefits of drinking water are endless. Here are just a few:

You eat less when you drink more water.
You stay hydrated longer.
It flushes out impurities.
It keeps away hangovers and headaches. (Really, this is true, especially if you like red wine. Red wine should never ever be served without a glass of water beside it.)

Water need not be expensive. You don’t have to buy it in plastic bottles, or with fizz in it. Although soda water (or the fancy named fizz you buy in expensive glass bottles) is just as good as water. Just look for low or no sodium content.

Yesterday, I drank a bit of flat champagne, left over from a brunch where we mixed it into mimosas (add orange juice). It tasted soso lala, mainly because it was flat, but also because it wasn’t really champagne (it was sparkling white wine).

So I added a few frozen raspberries into my glass. Got that idea from her. She invited me over on New Year’s Eve afternoon and added frozen raspberries into my cocktail. Yum!

When the 3yo saw my drink, he was fascinated.

Oh mommy, I like your pretty drink. Can I have one like this too when I’m big like you?

This little comment gave me an idea. Since he’s not a big water drinker, but does like soda water for some reason, I thought I could entice him to accept water if I fancied it up for him.

With frozen raspberries, for example. Although you can add all kinds of fun and colourful slices of fruits, or veggies, into the drink.

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The frozen raspberries so far are a hit in this house. For now. And they’re still allowed to have a juice. But only one per day.

Perhaps this will help reduce, or hopefully eliminate, the hyper jumping around on the furniture. Fruit juice, no matter how “healthy” it may appear, is still a lot of sugar.

Wishful thinking? Maybe. But it’s worth a try.

Water water everywhere…

So goes the little Baby Einstein story in the waterproof book we received when Benjamin was a baby.

Except it’s no longer true. Water being everywhere, that is.

I happen to come across a show about this on TVO last night, that talks about this very topic. And a part of the show stuck to my mind throughout the night. In fact, I had trouble falling asleep, and staying asleep, because of this imagine it created in my head.

The show will repeat again on February 12, 2008. I doubt I’ll have time to watch it again, particularly the parts I missed yesterday (the beginning and the end). What with all the issues we’ve been having over the past couple of days (toddler pooping, painting, infant sick, deep freeze, living LIFE).

But I digress. The gist of the show was about whether water is a human right or a commodity that can be bought and sold. We all know what it should be, but the reality is that many people in various parts of our mostly water-covered planet don’t have access to safe water at all. Which brings me back to the image in my head that left me sleepless.

The show took us to Bolivia. It followed a little family who lived in a breathtakingly beautiful mountain village. The daily view they have is even an amateur photographer’s dream. But the lifestyle the little family is living is far from beautiful.

The little house where our Bolivian family dwelled is little more than a shack. The camera focused in on a broken doll lying on a dirt floor. There were two beds covered in colourful blankets, indicating a higher standard of poverty than what one might imagine. The beds were filled with the entire family: parents, grandparents, children. (Makes one think about this whole idea that co-sleeping is often termed as unsafe here in the West’s middle class, but that’s another day’s post.)

Early in the morning the family rises, collects containers, and walks a fair distance toward a well where they will obtain their daily requirement of water. I don’t recall how far they had to walk, but remember a narrow path along a mountain ridge, downhill. I also remember the narrator speaking of the well not always having enough water, or any water at all, for this and other families whose livelihood depends on it. And, that the water wasn’t reliably clean. In fact, the head of the family spoke about two of his children dying what he thought was due to contaminated water from the well.

The father or grandfather was interviewed for this story. He and the about 10 year old girl Vanessa were the “stars” of the Bolivian part of the story (the show went to India, and other places as well). They explained solemnly about how they don’t have enough water, and how they have to ration it when they do manage to bring water back home.

Vanessa at one point cried when she told her very heartfelt perspective about this situation she find herself in. Other children won’t play with her because she has no water in her home. Other children call her a filthy pig because even if she has water available to wash herself with, there isn’t enough water to wash the clothes. Or vice versa.

Vanessa and her father (grandfather?) walk along the path one day and sit down on a rock. The view is breathtaking. There is a huge mountain covered in ice and snow in the distance.

The man explains to the girl that all this snow and ice will melt into water, but it won’t be made available to her when she grows up.

No, the Americans will come and buy it for their Coca Cola factories.

That is what he says.

And that is the sad reality. A Coca Cola factory in fact exists next to the family’s well. They visit it sometimes, when their well has run dry, to look at all the water splashing about in the humongous reservoirs, over the chainlinked fence. This water that is pumped from the mountain, their mountain, is a commodity now. It has been bought for money.

And the little family living next door to the factory can’t keep their 10 year old girl clean enough so she can play with her friends.

We North Americans are probably more wasteful with water than anyone else. Even in the days of ecological and environmental awareness, not to mention the high price of water and electricity, the abundant use of water in our households is nothing less than luxurious. Everytime I turn on my High Efficiency washing machine during prime time electricity use I feel guilty. On the days I shower twice, say after a day of painting in the basement, I feel guilty. Visiting Las Vegas years ago still makes me feel bad. I mean, they import water into the desert for our amusement! Now I hear that the middle class likes the dry air of Arizona, so golf courses are springing up left, right and centre there too. And golf courses require immense amounts of water.

I commend shows like this to remind us of our responsibilities to our planet. And to teach our children that water, even though it comes out of the tap, should not be treated disrespectfully.

Water, safe water, should be available to every single human being. It is, after all a necessity for life.

When water freezes

I let a perfectly fun and easy science project go ignored today due to my chaotic household.

If you read this blog regularly you may recall that we are renovating our basement and are hence living with some disruption on our main floor. But that’s another day’s rant.

Anyway, Benjamin and I were going to the store this morning to buy milk.

We were going on foot. But it was very cold outside. So cold that we both wore longjohns, scarfs, insulated winter boots, and all the other stuff that comes with winter living.

As I’m getting myself ready, Benjamin is standing at the front door. The door is open but the screen door is closed, and he is what appears to be watching the street.

Except he wasn’t. He was looking at one of the window panes on the screen door.

Mommy, what’s that?

I took a look and saw some interestingly formed ice on the window pane.

A million thoughts went through my head. How could I encourage this little question into more questions? How interesting would it be, even at this age, to teach him visually about water and ice and how all that happens?

But I didn’t. I simply answered his question briefly, and made a mental note to revisit this another time. We had to get milk. We had to get back quickly because daddy needed to go to work. Because I needed to nurse in about a half an hour. Because Benjamin is a little bit sick and had a runny nose and I wanted him to be well enough to go to school tomorrow so he needed to rest. And I needed to vacuum. And clean the bathroom. Before I end up committing myself to the looney bin. Because this place is a MESS.

Honestly. I reached my limit.

Instead of experimenting science with my tot, I am jotting down my little anecdote into my blog. This will function as my reminder. It’s only January after all. Deep freezes will remain and come back several times before spring announces itself.

And next time, I’ll be ready.

Ready with a jug of water, a plastic container, and an egg timer.

So we can go check what happens to water on the back porch when it’s that cold outside.

Or in the freezer for that matter.

Bathtime fun with ice cubes continued

So tonight we used ice cubes which I made using food colour the night before.

I wasn’t sure if the food colour would stain the child, the tub, or me, so I gave him a few plastic containers in which I placed a red and a blue ice cube. Hoping that while they melted, the diluted solution wouldn’t stain as much.

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Seems I worried for nothing.

The coloured water didn’t stain the tub, and there was ample time to play with the ice cubes before they melted.

We discovered two things:

    1. red and blue ice cubes make purple water
    2. ice cubes get smaller when they swim in water

He enjoyed this little lesson so much he requested green ice cubes.

It just so happens that I have yellow food colouring on hand…and some leftover blue icecubes…