"Raising a kid is part joy and part guerrilla warfare."
~Ed Asner

Sunday, March 14, 2010


How do you feel about Daylight Savings Time?  Hate it, Love it; don't care either way.  Do you feel like its some huge conspiracy or just an inconvenience that will become normal after a week or so?  Here are some definitions I found.      

1) Signals the end of hibernation; time to start waking up and prepare for spring.

2) Setting the clocks ahead one hour so that people who don't like to stay out after dark can enjoy being out a little later.

3) Advancing the clocks by one hour.  As a result children either wake up extremely early or extremely late and are generally unagreeable.

4) A plot by the government to screw up everybody's schedule under the guise of energy savings, because they can.

5) A mild method of population control -- DST changes correlate well with increased vehicular and cardiac related fatalities.

6) Daylight Saving Time was instituted in the United States during World War I in order to save energy for war production by taking advantage of the later hours of daylight between April and October. During World War II the federal government again required the states to observe the time change. Between the wars and after World War II, states and communities chose whether or not to observe Daylight Saving Time. In 1966, Congress passed the Uniform Time Act, which standardized the length of Daylight Saving Time.  
Daylight Saving Time is four weeks longer since 2007 due to the passage of the Energy Policy Act in 2005. The Act extended Daylight Saving Time by four weeks from the second Sunday of March to the first Sunday of November, with the hope that it would save 10,000 barrels of oil each day through reduced use of power by businesses during daylight hours. Unfortunately, it is exceedingly difficult to determine energy savings from Daylight Saving Time and based on a variety of factors, it is possible that little or no energy is saved by Daylight Saving Time.

7) Daylight Saving Time (or summertime as it is called in many countries) is a way of getting more light out of the day by advancing clocks by one hour during the summer. During Daylight Saving Time, the sun appears to rise one hour later in the morning, when people are usually asleep anyway, and sets one hour later in the evening, seeming to stretch the day longer.   The reason DST works is because its saves energy due to less artificial light needed during the evening hours—clocks are set one hour ahead during the spring, and one hour back to standard time in the autumn. Many countries observe DST, and many do not.  
Benjamin Franklin first suggested Daylight Saving Time in 1784, but it was not until World War I, in 1916, when it was adopted by several counties in Europe that initially rejected the idea.
It is difficult to predict what will happen with Daylight Saving Time in the future. The daylight saving date in many countries may change from time to time due to special events or conditions. The United States, Canada and some other countries extended DST in 2007. The new start date is the second Sunday in March (previously the first Sunday in April) through to the first Sunday in November (previously the last Sunday in October).

So love it or hate it, Daylight Savings Time is here.  It usually takes the babies about a week to adjust.  The babies usually wake up between 7:00-8:00 am.    Izzie woke up at 8:00 so she wasn't off schedule.  Noah woke up at 10:00 and had a hard time waking up, but he's been really sick so I'm glad he slept in.  Personally, I like Daylight Savings Time.  I'm always ready for it just like I'm always ready for pushing the clocks back in the fall.  

Anyway, so there you have it; A really boring post on Daylight Savings Time.  Not that I don't have other things to write about.  I could tell you how Izzie is potty trained but refuses to go poo on the toilet; or how we found Noah standing up in the middle of the dining room table the other day, arms in the air, chest puffed out and letting out a war cry that would put William Wallace to shame.  Izzie has started calling me Princess Momma which is actually quite sweet.  This morning, when I opened my bedroom door, Noah, who hates the dark, was sitting up against the wall in the pitch black, talking in his cute little voice.  It was a little creepy.  I don't know who he was talking to.  Maybe he just needed a little quiet time.  Despite Izzie not getting as much sleep last night and Noah being sick, they have had a pretty good day with minimal meltdowns.  

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