New growing and learning and everything that you would expect from the big experience of going from 9 months to 10 months. You didn't learn how to walk, but you're working very hard on balancing yourself, it's adorable, especially when you land on your little tocks. But you finally grew that first tooth! It's now pointy and white and very sharp. You've bitten me, a few times that have been quite painful, and everyone thinks that's pretty funny. But not me, it's so not funny.
You went on your first boating trip and you loved it. You spent some time swimming in the cold water and you didn't freak out! It was impressive.
It has also been very much apparent that you are the center of any conversation and the highlight of any social gathering. Our part of the boating trip involved people wanted to hold you, feed you, watch you walk around and talk about you. The next day your great-grandpa's birthday gathering was all focused on you. All the kids wanted to play with you and all the adults wanted to give you ice cream and cake. It's your lot in life to be adored. I don't know how you stand it.
There were pony tails this month! Real pony tails where I got a rubber band to stay in your hair for extended periods of time! People are saying you are starting to look more feminine and more like me and then at the check out someone will ask me how old my son is. It's your Grandpa Larry's fault. It keeps plastering your hair to your head trying to pretend your the grandson he's waiting for. I don't know what his problem is, since he loves you just the way you are 9minus the pony tail.)
This will be a pivotal month for the childcare situation. You will either go on to be in full-time daycare or we will find something new. Your dad is trying not to think about it, mostly because of the costs, but I'm trying to be realistic, we have to, we can't do what we really want to because we can't afford it. But I'm looking forward to the constant schedule and not driving 25 miles to get you to grandma's just to turn around and drive the whole way back to get to work. I think you'll also benefit from the set schedule. I have day dreams that you'll actually take naps for me and knowing when you'll want to nap and everything! It'll be crazy, but worth it/ I'm also trying to look on the bright side of life.
You are a brilliant, vibrant child and you teach me a lot. You're teaching me patience and I realise how inadequate I'm am for filling the "mother" post, but everyday things get a little more fun and a little more easy. In 2 weeks I go back to work 5 days a week and our time together will be limited, so I hope I make the most of this time we have with our 3 days weekends and I figure out just a little more about you.
Love and Kisses,
Mama
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
It's No Mings
We've all agreed to post on our weekend excursion to Orchid and Scoopology in a Sandy strip mall. Here's a link to Mindy's blog http://mindyholman.blogspot.com/2007/07/scoopology.html and Tari, may have mentioned it on her blog http://taribrandi.blogspot.com/
Okay, so Orchid. It was nice, quaint and quiet. At least until Hayley and I showed up. Apparently we got a lot of dirty looks from the other patrons who aren't used to the shrieks of kids. The tapioca drink was totally awesome. Black tapioca in fruit infused milk shakes or milk ice, not sure, but the straw was huge to accommodate the size of the tapioca pieces. That right there was something I'd go back for. But the food was slow in coming and the community rice? The "generous portion" of rice as advertised on the menu, was lacking. I think for the 6 of us, we each got a spoonful. And then it took about 20 minutes to have a waiter other than our own bring us another woefully small portion of "generous" rice. The food itself was delicious. My food was so spicy it burned my face off, which is a good thing as long as they keep the water full, which was a problem for Mindy and Tari, who only got one refill and that was after we were completely done eating.
Of course the waiter apologized for the short staffing but only when we were all filling out his tip. That was convenient. So the bottom line: Poor service, awesome but small portions of food (and rice!) and lame waiters. It's no Mings!
Next was Scoopology(!) an ice cream place where you can get crushed cereal on your ice cream plus plenty of other mix-ins. You can also get a PB &J sandwich if your mom is too busy to make you one. So I tried several kinds of ice cream before settling on the cookie dough. The ice cream itself was bland, but cookie dough is yummy. I got marshmallows which I love with ice cream, but they weren't mixed in, they were placed under the scoop in the waffle bowl (included with every purchase) and on the top. I should have tried the chocolate lucky charms, but that is something I will just have to regret. Bottom line: it was good, but I'd take a larger helping over a waffle bowl any day. I'll go back, but I'll be thinking of Cold Stone while I'm there.
Still, it's nice to hang out with a group of friends and chat. We had a good time and really it's the company that makes the evening, and we definitely had that in spades! Love you guys!
Okay, so Orchid. It was nice, quaint and quiet. At least until Hayley and I showed up. Apparently we got a lot of dirty looks from the other patrons who aren't used to the shrieks of kids. The tapioca drink was totally awesome. Black tapioca in fruit infused milk shakes or milk ice, not sure, but the straw was huge to accommodate the size of the tapioca pieces. That right there was something I'd go back for. But the food was slow in coming and the community rice? The "generous portion" of rice as advertised on the menu, was lacking. I think for the 6 of us, we each got a spoonful. And then it took about 20 minutes to have a waiter other than our own bring us another woefully small portion of "generous" rice. The food itself was delicious. My food was so spicy it burned my face off, which is a good thing as long as they keep the water full, which was a problem for Mindy and Tari, who only got one refill and that was after we were completely done eating.
Of course the waiter apologized for the short staffing but only when we were all filling out his tip. That was convenient. So the bottom line: Poor service, awesome but small portions of food (and rice!) and lame waiters. It's no Mings!
Next was Scoopology(!) an ice cream place where you can get crushed cereal on your ice cream plus plenty of other mix-ins. You can also get a PB &J sandwich if your mom is too busy to make you one. So I tried several kinds of ice cream before settling on the cookie dough. The ice cream itself was bland, but cookie dough is yummy. I got marshmallows which I love with ice cream, but they weren't mixed in, they were placed under the scoop in the waffle bowl (included with every purchase) and on the top. I should have tried the chocolate lucky charms, but that is something I will just have to regret. Bottom line: it was good, but I'd take a larger helping over a waffle bowl any day. I'll go back, but I'll be thinking of Cold Stone while I'm there.
Still, it's nice to hang out with a group of friends and chat. We had a good time and really it's the company that makes the evening, and we definitely had that in spades! Love you guys!
Friday, June 22, 2007
Greeting 9 Months
So it’s official, you’ve been out growing in the world just as long as you were growing in me. Of course, I thought you were trouble then, turns out, that was nothing. And being true to your nature, just as I sat down to type this, you were messy. That was your 9 month present to me. Thanks.
So crawling is second nature, as is getting quickly up stairs and pulling yourself to standing. You are thinking you’d like to start walking, but right now you need the help of someone else that doesn’t mind walking all hunched over. To be as smart a baby as I was, you have to accomplish it by yourself in the next two weeks. Of course you've mastered clapping and now we're working on "bye." If I hold up your chubby little hand you'll start to wave and sometimes on your own, but most times you need a little help.
Eating is getting easier, of course you love your bottle but now you also love people food. Anything we’re eating. Except potatoes. You spit those out like we’re trying to poison you. And we’re so not. You love yogurt and rice-a-roni and peaches and pancakes and anything you really shouldn’t be eating, like cake. You’ve been getting lots of cake lately. You’re still figuring out the sippy cup. If you can chew on the thing and get something to drink, you think it doesn’t work. You’ll get it, I hope.
You love to be outside and I’ve been trying to take you on a walk before bed most nights. You love love love it. Sometimes you just stare at the passing sidewalk, but even that is interesting to you. You’re a weird baby sometimes.
You want a puppy. Or a kitty. We took you to the humane society and a little dog that was being brushed licked your face. You knew right then you wanted one of those hairy things.
Things that you love to play with are phones are cell phones. “Okay, call china,” is something we often say around here now. Your grandpa got you a big black monkey at Lagoon day and you love him. You love to pull on his eyebrows and squish his face to yours. It’s hilarious and adorable, the best of both worlds. Anything that rattles, so you often get to play with daddy’s pill bottles (child-proof of course) or anything you can shake and get a sound.
Sleeping is still an issue. More than an issue. If you find yourself growing up with gypsies, it’s because you never slept. Every night is a battle of wills. You always think you’ll win and I always think the same. There are many screaming matches (you, not me, I get walk away) and usually it’s about an hour from start to sleeping and this is me. You also don’t take naps and you awake at the of dawn. Of course you take naps for other people. I must be so exciting that you can’t possibly tire when you’re around me.
This parenting thing is tough but even after you’ve made me so frustrated that I let you cry it out even if it takes 15 minutes, then I come in to make sure you’re okay and the little angelic sleep thing is so cute that I forgive you for wasting my time for sleep. You’re full of giggles and sounds. You say da da (which in no way is like dada) and burble and squeal and are just so darn happy most of the time. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You are the apple of my eye and everyone loves you and you love everyone right back. You are so open to everyone that relatives you’ve never seen and strangers all want to play with you and you want to play right back.
It’s going to be a fun life!
love ya !
Mom
So crawling is second nature, as is getting quickly up stairs and pulling yourself to standing. You are thinking you’d like to start walking, but right now you need the help of someone else that doesn’t mind walking all hunched over. To be as smart a baby as I was, you have to accomplish it by yourself in the next two weeks. Of course you've mastered clapping and now we're working on "bye." If I hold up your chubby little hand you'll start to wave and sometimes on your own, but most times you need a little help.
Eating is getting easier, of course you love your bottle but now you also love people food. Anything we’re eating. Except potatoes. You spit those out like we’re trying to poison you. And we’re so not. You love yogurt and rice-a-roni and peaches and pancakes and anything you really shouldn’t be eating, like cake. You’ve been getting lots of cake lately. You’re still figuring out the sippy cup. If you can chew on the thing and get something to drink, you think it doesn’t work. You’ll get it, I hope.
You love to be outside and I’ve been trying to take you on a walk before bed most nights. You love love love it. Sometimes you just stare at the passing sidewalk, but even that is interesting to you. You’re a weird baby sometimes.
You want a puppy. Or a kitty. We took you to the humane society and a little dog that was being brushed licked your face. You knew right then you wanted one of those hairy things.
Things that you love to play with are phones are cell phones. “Okay, call china,” is something we often say around here now. Your grandpa got you a big black monkey at Lagoon day and you love him. You love to pull on his eyebrows and squish his face to yours. It’s hilarious and adorable, the best of both worlds. Anything that rattles, so you often get to play with daddy’s pill bottles (child-proof of course) or anything you can shake and get a sound.
Sleeping is still an issue. More than an issue. If you find yourself growing up with gypsies, it’s because you never slept. Every night is a battle of wills. You always think you’ll win and I always think the same. There are many screaming matches (you, not me, I get walk away) and usually it’s about an hour from start to sleeping and this is me. You also don’t take naps and you awake at the of dawn. Of course you take naps for other people. I must be so exciting that you can’t possibly tire when you’re around me.
This parenting thing is tough but even after you’ve made me so frustrated that I let you cry it out even if it takes 15 minutes, then I come in to make sure you’re okay and the little angelic sleep thing is so cute that I forgive you for wasting my time for sleep. You’re full of giggles and sounds. You say da da (which in no way is like dada) and burble and squeal and are just so darn happy most of the time. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You are the apple of my eye and everyone loves you and you love everyone right back. You are so open to everyone that relatives you’ve never seen and strangers all want to play with you and you want to play right back.
It’s going to be a fun life!
love ya !
Mom
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Labeled Disquettes from the Back Room
"Debian Potato Root Disk" -This is the basic game where we are introduced to Debian the Potato Root.
"4 Drivers" -A driving game for 4 people
"2 Debian Boot Floppy" -Where Debian's evil twin runs amuck, booting things.
"RedHat 6.2" -Good, I'm so sick of RedHat 6.1
"Debian Potato Rescue Disk" -This is the one where Debian needs to rescue the cute radish.
"4 Drivers" -A driving game for 4 people
"2 Debian Boot Floppy" -Where Debian's evil twin runs amuck, booting things.
"RedHat 6.2" -Good, I'm so sick of RedHat 6.1
"Debian Potato Rescue Disk" -This is the one where Debian needs to rescue the cute radish.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Good morning 8 Months!
So just to taunt me after I said you were sleeping through the night, you decided to never sleep again! You’ve had this cough, but only when you’re lying down and have been asleep for 3-4 hours. And then last night, just to ring in the new month you were waking up for no reason. I threw a pillow at your dad but he slept through that too.
This month has been a month of learning and growing and getting way too big too fast. You’re starting to clap your hands, which is hilarious, but you’ve also started to pull yourself up to stand on sturdy and sometimes not so sturdy things. This means you are only a hop and skip from walking! Why do you have to grow up?
You’re a wonderful crawler and can scoot all over the place, which is making for red little knees, but lately it’s been too hot for pants, so I hope your knees recover. You just need to start walking sooner!
I went shopping. I was looking for things for me, so I spent $6 on me and $50 on you. So good job you! It’s tough because I look chubby regardless of what I put on but your look awesome in everything I can pick up! It’s not a matter of finding something flattering because your little body rocks every outfit! I’m hoping to get the tutu skirt here soon, but maybe not until you can walk.
You still love people, strangers, whoever! You are full of gummy smiles and little giggles for everyone. Of course kids are your favorite. Unfortunately your cousin Jewelia isn’t so keen on you, but you love her! You want to pull her little ringlets and squish her chubby little face to yours. Mostly she doesn’t want anything to do with you or just make sure that you don’t take her toys. Maybe when you’re a little older you’ll be fast friends, but at the moment she’s the princess and she doesn’t like sharing her crown.
Food is still a little tricky. You’re more open to new tastes and would eat all my food if given the choice, but even when you’re excited to eat your pureed foods you’re only interested for a few bites and then comes the whining and the need to be on the floor or on my lap.
You are so independent. You don’t want to be cuddled you want to explore, of course most of the time you’re only comfortable exploring as long as you know that mommy and daddy are near by.
I still feel like an inadequate mother, but I think everyone feels that way. I’m just so glad that I get to share in this journey with you.
This month has been a month of learning and growing and getting way too big too fast. You’re starting to clap your hands, which is hilarious, but you’ve also started to pull yourself up to stand on sturdy and sometimes not so sturdy things. This means you are only a hop and skip from walking! Why do you have to grow up?
You’re a wonderful crawler and can scoot all over the place, which is making for red little knees, but lately it’s been too hot for pants, so I hope your knees recover. You just need to start walking sooner!
I went shopping. I was looking for things for me, so I spent $6 on me and $50 on you. So good job you! It’s tough because I look chubby regardless of what I put on but your look awesome in everything I can pick up! It’s not a matter of finding something flattering because your little body rocks every outfit! I’m hoping to get the tutu skirt here soon, but maybe not until you can walk.
You still love people, strangers, whoever! You are full of gummy smiles and little giggles for everyone. Of course kids are your favorite. Unfortunately your cousin Jewelia isn’t so keen on you, but you love her! You want to pull her little ringlets and squish her chubby little face to yours. Mostly she doesn’t want anything to do with you or just make sure that you don’t take her toys. Maybe when you’re a little older you’ll be fast friends, but at the moment she’s the princess and she doesn’t like sharing her crown.
Food is still a little tricky. You’re more open to new tastes and would eat all my food if given the choice, but even when you’re excited to eat your pureed foods you’re only interested for a few bites and then comes the whining and the need to be on the floor or on my lap.
You are so independent. You don’t want to be cuddled you want to explore, of course most of the time you’re only comfortable exploring as long as you know that mommy and daddy are near by.
I still feel like an inadequate mother, but I think everyone feels that way. I’m just so glad that I get to share in this journey with you.
That's my bab
y!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Babies, They Poop
This post is not about poop, but I thought of that line and I liked it, so there it is.
The Little Princess is crawling. Crawling very well at this point actually. This is both a blessing but mostly a curse. This means I can no longer leave little bits of whatever on the floor. Especially paper. She loves paper, loves to eat it. That's no good. So baby proofing for reals this weekend. It's really cool to see this little person who grew inside me becoming her own person. She's so much fun, even if she can be very screamy. So I guess it's worth it, just for those little gummy smiles and full on giggles. She's also very smart. Smartest baby ever I'll bet.
The Little Princess is crawling. Crawling very well at this point actually. This is both a blessing but mostly a curse. This means I can no longer leave little bits of whatever on the floor. Especially paper. She loves paper, loves to eat it. That's no good. So baby proofing for reals this weekend. It's really cool to see this little person who grew inside me becoming her own person. She's so much fun, even if she can be very screamy. So I guess it's worth it, just for those little gummy smiles and full on giggles. She's also very smart. Smartest baby ever I'll bet.
You Have Killed Me
Wow. Saw Morrissey last night. It was amazing. He played 5 Smiths songs. I never dreamed I would get to hear "The Queen is Dead" and "Boy with the Thorn" live. Being born a decade too late, but there it was. It was fantastic.
Since the seats were free they weren't great so we decided to move a little closer to the stage, which was great because the venue was anything but full, so we got moved to just off center and 4 rows back. Which would have been great if the whole floor wasn't general admission, so we were seated behind that, but we had a perfect view and all the people I brought with me had a good time. Even Summer, who was a bit appalled when he took off his shirt (twice) and threw it into the crowd. Which was when I knew that Morrissey is getting old. He's got a bit of a gut, I mean I know he will be 48 later this month, but it's hard to see your idols grow old, it reminds of the slow march towards death that we all are on.
Opened with 'The Queen is Dead' which was amazing. I was happy that he played 'You have Killed Me' just because it was a song that i knew Magen would know. We got to hear 'Ganglord' which is a great b-side that I seriously need to get. When they played 'Boy with the Thorn' I was thrilled. I love this song so much and the whole time I couldn't stop jumping around and dancing and grinning like a fool. I was super happy for Erika when he played 'I've Changed my Plea' because even though she's only been listening to Moz, for, what, a week? She really loves this song. 'Life is a Pigsty' into 'How Soon is Now?' was incredible. Morrissey laying on the floor and the 'Auld Lang Syne' in between was very poignant. All in all, it was spectacular, I was so pleased that I was able to go and I'm kicking myself that I didn't spend the money and get some tickets on the GA floor. Oh well, these were free.
Afterwards (with no coaxing from me) my friend suggested we wait around to see if we could see the Man himself. It was no use, we spend about an hour and a half only to see his town car speed away without even seeing him since the windows were so dark, but it was still fun to hang out and get giggly that late at night. So now I'm at work with only 6 hours of sleep under my belt and I was actually here early! How did that happen? No idea, but if i found out, then I'm going to bottle it and use it every morning.
I don't know how Husband and Child did without me last night, but there isn't any poop on the walls and Husband managed to leave for work early this morning, so it couldn't have been too bad.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
The Key to Being a Bad Wife
I think I figured it out. Being a bad wife is all about not changing out the toilet paper roll. Husband didn't care that I washed the dishes after he made dinner (this almost never happens, I have to applaud him) but we still got into an argument about how I am so thoughtless because I don't change the toilet paper roll. Because even aliens have to use the smallest room, I should be more considerate.
Maybe if I wasn't around to make sure he had sandwiches for lunch the next day or made sure we had clean dishes and bottles and clean diapers and the child drifted off to dreamland with a clean bottom, while Husband gets to snore while I finish caring for our home and family.
Yeah he works crazy long hours, but I have two jobs. I have the 40 hours a week and I have the mother and wife job. I know he doesn't think that it's really that taxing, but it is. There's something everyday that I have to take care of immediately. I'm the one who makes sure we have food to eat and then usually makes it into something that he will approve of (must contain meat!) and then clean up the dishes and eventually wash them.
This is a job, I just don't get paid. Boy am I under-appreciated.
Maybe if I wasn't around to make sure he had sandwiches for lunch the next day or made sure we had clean dishes and bottles and clean diapers and the child drifted off to dreamland with a clean bottom, while Husband gets to snore while I finish caring for our home and family.
Yeah he works crazy long hours, but I have two jobs. I have the 40 hours a week and I have the mother and wife job. I know he doesn't think that it's really that taxing, but it is. There's something everyday that I have to take care of immediately. I'm the one who makes sure we have food to eat and then usually makes it into something that he will approve of (must contain meat!) and then clean up the dishes and eventually wash them.
This is a job, I just don't get paid. Boy am I under-appreciated.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Bouncing the Expectations
So the new Tori album is coming out next week. The whole album is available on her myspace at http://www.myspace.com/toriamos to listen to. So I've been devoting myself to clicking through all the songs a couple of times before I came to an opinion.
There are moments. They are few and far between. With this album it's either pretty piano nothings or in-your-face rock chick. There isn't much in between, although Bouncing Off Clouds is okay.
But you know what bugs me the most? It's the phrasing. It's the 87 syllable clo-e-ouds and the odd way she takes a line and makes it fit where it doesn't sound meant to fit. Where she takes a line and there's a silence before the thought is complete. I'm trying to think, do her other albums do this? I don't think so. See's always had a problem pronoucing things correctly, but it's so unbelievably overpowering that it's had for me to not only understand that words, but it just grates on my nerves. Why? Why so much?
I was ready to be disappointed, I was, but then there were the good reviews and I started to hope. Stupid hope. I think this may place far below Beekeeper for me, I hate to say that, but at least Beekeeper has moments and the album seems cohesive and there seems be a connectedness through the album, even if it was a tad boring.
This is just...weird. It's weird. I don't know what else to call it. It definitely is more interesting, but seriously, the song "Posse Bonus" which I guess is a bonus track, the lyrics are "Here's your posse bonus/Because I li-i-i-i-ke you" It sounds almost like a joke. Like she was goofing off at the piano and they kept the tape rolling and decided it was a good song. It's not.
It seems uninspired. I mean, think for a minute "Space Dog" and then "You can Bring Your Dog", "Mr Bad Man", "Fat Slut" and the list goes on.
"He’s a bad man/ Mr. Bad Man/ And she had enough of him/ So the walls try/ To dry her eyes/ Cause the bad man/ Made her cry" Seriously. I think I wrote poetry like this in 9th grade. Or course poetry and songs are quite different. This song almost has a Beatles-eque quality, but also a little "Wednesday" sound to it. It's sounds unresolved.
My first listen through, nothing really grabbed me. Of course I was at work, working, so there's that, but it couldn't hold my attention. Most of the songs seem very background music, nothing that's going to make anyone go "Whoa! What's this?"
I think Tori is doing her thing, and that's great, but it's not really a good record. I'm bored with the whole "I took on the persona of this other woman to write this song" but after a while, it just doesn't ring true. I think she's glad to distance herself from the songs, but it's making them less interesting.
There are also guitars. In almost every song apparently. Hmmph. I think it's not really helping. I'm almost embarrassed about it, like if I buy it, I'll be the one if dark glasses and I'll pay cash. I'm trying. I'm listening to it still. I want something to grab me. Please.
Also, why the wigs? I get it for the "other" characters, but she needs a wig to be "Tori"? Maybe it's the chunky bangs, but I hate it. It bugs me.
Seacrest out.
Crappy Days
So Hayley's been having some poop issues. Let's just get it out there - she's no longer having little solid poops, it's gone back to being not solid.
So yesterday morning I was getting ready for work, she had woken up and was playing in her crib as she usually does when she wakes up for a bit. I was almost ready to go and she started to fuss, so went in.
That's when I found my daughter in a pile of poop.
Her diaper had not contained the leakage and it was all over her sheet, her and the floor. It must have just happened to, because as I walked in was the exact moment she took her chubby, clean hand and stuff it in the poop.
So she got to go straight into the big people tub to get hosed off, she thought this was pretty funny. I am meanwhile rinsing off sheets, and scrubbing the carpet and hoping the oxyclean is good for poop stains.
It was fun.
Today I was expecting it so I put her in a fitted diaper and it worked like a charm. See, I can be taught!
I think the poop might be, in part, due to the fact that she won't eat anything. Not anything! I tried to force her to eat sweet potatoes and she ate one bite. And then spit it out. She loves those baby cookies, so i got one of those and put some sweet potato on it. So now she doesn't like those either. I tried to give her a another one to see if she's be okay if it didn't taste like sweet potatoes, but no. She threw it on the ground. Awesome. It's fine. I'm sure that most fifteen year olds these days are taking their bottle with them to class.
I suppose that some people don't' want to read about my child's bowel issues, but really, what else would I write about?
So yesterday morning I was getting ready for work, she had woken up and was playing in her crib as she usually does when she wakes up for a bit. I was almost ready to go and she started to fuss, so went in.
That's when I found my daughter in a pile of poop.
Her diaper had not contained the leakage and it was all over her sheet, her and the floor. It must have just happened to, because as I walked in was the exact moment she took her chubby, clean hand and stuff it in the poop.
So she got to go straight into the big people tub to get hosed off, she thought this was pretty funny. I am meanwhile rinsing off sheets, and scrubbing the carpet and hoping the oxyclean is good for poop stains.
It was fun.
Today I was expecting it so I put her in a fitted diaper and it worked like a charm. See, I can be taught!
I think the poop might be, in part, due to the fact that she won't eat anything. Not anything! I tried to force her to eat sweet potatoes and she ate one bite. And then spit it out. She loves those baby cookies, so i got one of those and put some sweet potato on it. So now she doesn't like those either. I tried to give her a another one to see if she's be okay if it didn't taste like sweet potatoes, but no. She threw it on the ground. Awesome. It's fine. I'm sure that most fifteen year olds these days are taking their bottle with them to class.
I suppose that some people don't' want to read about my child's bowel issues, but really, what else would I write about?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before...
I'm pretty awesome today.
The local radio station www.1019theend.com was having a contest to win Morrissey tickets. You just had to name the 3 songs they played. Since I listen online at work, there is a delay, so I went out to my car to listen to them. I also decided that I should have my little sister who was home sick today, also call in so we'd double our chances of winning. I told her all the song titles (since she's not the biggest fan, or really a fan at all) and when all was said and done we both called in. My stupid cellphone decided in the middle of the redial that since I'd been sitting in the same spot for 10 minutes, hadn't moved and had made 3 calls from this locations in the last few minutes, that now I was roaming, so I freaked out and was trying to call and had to dial long distance and everything, that's when little sister called and told me that she won! Hurrah for me being the smartest person ever!
I'm glad I waited to buy Morrissey tickets now, although I still may buy a floor ticket if these are for upper seating, which they probably are, since those are cheaper. But still, I'm rocking it at Morrissey! Suck on that ticketmaster!
Now I'm just trying to decide if I want to keep trying for more tickets tomorrow and the rest of the week so that all my cool friends can come with me, or if I should let other people win. Other people who may or may not deserve to bask in the glory that is Moz.
We'll see. "It may all end tomorrow, or it could gone on forever-in which case I'm doomed"
The local radio station www.1019theend.com was having a contest to win Morrissey tickets. You just had to name the 3 songs they played. Since I listen online at work, there is a delay, so I went out to my car to listen to them. I also decided that I should have my little sister who was home sick today, also call in so we'd double our chances of winning. I told her all the song titles (since she's not the biggest fan, or really a fan at all) and when all was said and done we both called in. My stupid cellphone decided in the middle of the redial that since I'd been sitting in the same spot for 10 minutes, hadn't moved and had made 3 calls from this locations in the last few minutes, that now I was roaming, so I freaked out and was trying to call and had to dial long distance and everything, that's when little sister called and told me that she won! Hurrah for me being the smartest person ever!
I'm glad I waited to buy Morrissey tickets now, although I still may buy a floor ticket if these are for upper seating, which they probably are, since those are cheaper. But still, I'm rocking it at Morrissey! Suck on that ticketmaster!
Now I'm just trying to decide if I want to keep trying for more tickets tomorrow and the rest of the week so that all my cool friends can come with me, or if I should let other people win. Other people who may or may not deserve to bask in the glory that is Moz.
We'll see. "It may all end tomorrow, or it could gone on forever-in which case I'm doomed"
Monday, April 23, 2007
7 Months
Well, little girl, it’s been an interesting month. You are starting to be mobile! You’re not quite crawling and you can’t yet go forward (much to your annoyance) but you can scoot backwards, but you haven’t figured out how to use this to your advantage. You’re starting to realize that you can control if you’re up or down and so we’re getting lots of little tumbles and some squealing when you want something and can’t figure out how to get it.
Sleeping! Oh the sleep! It’s terrible trying to put you to sleep, you still fight it not matter how tired you are, but once you’re asleep you’re staying asleep! Sometimes we can sleep until 7! But if you do wake up earlier, you will usually go back to sleep! It’s really been happy days, for me at least.
Let’s talk about teeth. I think your first tooth is coming in. I hope that’s what it is, since you’ve been kind of sick today. The best way to bring in your 7 month birthday would of course be to throw up on your mom and her newly changed sheets, so let’s blame the teeth. But there is no evidence yet, but that may explain your need for Tylenol every 4-6 hours. But the odd thing is your drool faucet has been turned way down. You don’t dribble everywhere like you use to. I’m fine with that, but it is totally weird.
So food, or the lack thereof. You love the little toddler biscuits, but you don’t like anything else. Anything. Ever. I was trying to give you bananas last night, last time you loved them, couldn’t get enough of them. Then, before the spoon got anywhere near your mouth, you pulled a face. You hadn’t even tasted it! You frustrate me with this. I keep trying to give you food and I keep having to wash it down the sink because you won’t eat it. You won’t eat more than 1 forced spoonful. Look, you’re going to love food someday; you’re supposed to be eating something at this point. I think you’re supposed to have 2 little meals everyday. I can’t get you to eat one spoonful of baby rice. I’m not sure what to do. Maybe I should just let you feed yourself, but then you’ll probably just put it in your hair.
Grandma Connie keeps cutting your hair. “Trimming” she calls it, but every week your baby hawk is a little bit shorter and straighter. It’s a good thing that very soon I’ll be watching you on Fridays. Very soon I won’t be the person you only see on Saturdays and Sundays, now I’ll have almost as much face-time as your babysitter! Maybe you will remember that I’m your mommy! We’ll have such lovely 3-day weekends together, of course I won’t see very much of you doing the rest of the week, after those nasty 10 hour days. I’m sure we’ll manage.
This weekend I took you out for a walk in your stroller. Grandma’s taken you out before, but I wasn’t there, so it was our first walk together. You loved it, just watching the grass and the gardens pass by, you sat forward and gripped the front of your stroller like you were hanging on for dear life, it was adorable. You just don’t want to miss a thing by sitting back.
You’re talking a lot more and of course being hysterical. You know what you want, but you just don’t know how to get it yet, but I’m sure given only a small amount of motor control, you’ll be taking over the world.
Sleeping! Oh the sleep! It’s terrible trying to put you to sleep, you still fight it not matter how tired you are, but once you’re asleep you’re staying asleep! Sometimes we can sleep until 7! But if you do wake up earlier, you will usually go back to sleep! It’s really been happy days, for me at least.
Let’s talk about teeth. I think your first tooth is coming in. I hope that’s what it is, since you’ve been kind of sick today. The best way to bring in your 7 month birthday would of course be to throw up on your mom and her newly changed sheets, so let’s blame the teeth. But there is no evidence yet, but that may explain your need for Tylenol every 4-6 hours. But the odd thing is your drool faucet has been turned way down. You don’t dribble everywhere like you use to. I’m fine with that, but it is totally weird.
So food, or the lack thereof. You love the little toddler biscuits, but you don’t like anything else. Anything. Ever. I was trying to give you bananas last night, last time you loved them, couldn’t get enough of them. Then, before the spoon got anywhere near your mouth, you pulled a face. You hadn’t even tasted it! You frustrate me with this. I keep trying to give you food and I keep having to wash it down the sink because you won’t eat it. You won’t eat more than 1 forced spoonful. Look, you’re going to love food someday; you’re supposed to be eating something at this point. I think you’re supposed to have 2 little meals everyday. I can’t get you to eat one spoonful of baby rice. I’m not sure what to do. Maybe I should just let you feed yourself, but then you’ll probably just put it in your hair.
Grandma Connie keeps cutting your hair. “Trimming” she calls it, but every week your baby hawk is a little bit shorter and straighter. It’s a good thing that very soon I’ll be watching you on Fridays. Very soon I won’t be the person you only see on Saturdays and Sundays, now I’ll have almost as much face-time as your babysitter! Maybe you will remember that I’m your mommy! We’ll have such lovely 3-day weekends together, of course I won’t see very much of you doing the rest of the week, after those nasty 10 hour days. I’m sure we’ll manage.
This weekend I took you out for a walk in your stroller. Grandma’s taken you out before, but I wasn’t there, so it was our first walk together. You loved it, just watching the grass and the gardens pass by, you sat forward and gripped the front of your stroller like you were hanging on for dear life, it was adorable. You just don’t want to miss a thing by sitting back.
You’re talking a lot more and of course being hysterical. You know what you want, but you just don’t know how to get it yet, but I’m sure given only a small amount of motor control, you’ll be taking over the world.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I Like This Boy, He Likes Me Back-I Don't Know Why
I've been meaning to update, but I've been so busy. I mean, Brittney Spears has been wearing different hats every time she leaves the house! So it's hard to keep up with everything.
Yesterday, I pulled the plug. I came home as usual and watched the Simpsons, but then since there was nothing on, I turned off the TV! It was weird. I had dinner made about 20 minutes before Husband was even home! and then I did the dishes! It was crazy. It was almost as if, without the loving glow of the TV, I was able to have a life and move one. But it's too bad I can't test this theory tonight, I mean, House is on tonight! Which means I'll have to also watch American Idol. Last week I decided that the Manjina kid is the smartest. He can't really sing very well, but everyone knows his name. He is mentioned on radio, tv, Internet. It doesn't matter that he's fairly lame, everyone knows which one he is, even if they hate him. He has won the media war. I'm voting for Blake, he's the only thing that keeps me interested in this silly competition.
I'm on a diet. So I'm starving. I'm just eating fruit and vegetables and protein. So what does husband do? He calls me last night (after I've made a delicious stir fry with veggies and more veggies!) and says we should have strawberry pancakes! Because they are full of wheaty goodness! Not at all covered with sugar or butter or happiness at all! I love him, but he really doesn't have any idea what being really healthy is. How is it that he made it to 30 years old and doesn't know that pancakes aren't in most diets? I wish I was a boy, then I could not worry about my expanding waist because I would just wear my pants lower, no biggie.
Now onto life drama. With a twinkle in my eye I thought of how great it would be to be a stay at home mom. I figured that time would come quickly after Husband landed that perfect job. I was thinking May would work. Well, this job is less than perfect. It's very weather dependent and so there have been days that Husband hasn't worked at all and of course, did not get paid either. So May was a pipe dream. So maybe June, maybe then. With Husband's job he can work as much as he wants in the summer. He could work 18 hour days and work 7 days a week. He could make so much money! I could quit! But then things would get cold and wet and then the money would not keep pouring in. I don't think he could make enough money to pay for everything this summer and still save enough for us to make it through those lean winter months. I'm a bit jaded I guess. I suppose some people never have the opportunity to stay home with their kids, so the idea that Husband is working toward that would seem very noble, but I'm a glass is half empty kinda gal and all I see is that maybe I won't get to be home this summer and maybe not next summer either. I guess I should be grateful for what I have, but I've always been in the boat where when people ask me what my career goals are I want to say "full-time mom," and society tells me that being a mother isn't important because someday your spouse might die or leave and then where would you be? While I agree an education is important and every woman should pursue gaining a college degree, isn't it also important to raise your children? Someone has to do it, whether it be the babysitter, the daycare, the TV or someone else, they are going to grow up with something influencing their formative years, why is it should a bad thing for that to be their mother? "but taking time off work to raise children will mean when you re-enter the workforce you will be taking a pay cut and be passed over for higher end jobs" OK, so what if I want to be a mother? But that's not acceptable, it's not important and the pay is crappy.
Okay, I guess I should rant more about that later!
Yesterday, I pulled the plug. I came home as usual and watched the Simpsons, but then since there was nothing on, I turned off the TV! It was weird. I had dinner made about 20 minutes before Husband was even home! and then I did the dishes! It was crazy. It was almost as if, without the loving glow of the TV, I was able to have a life and move one. But it's too bad I can't test this theory tonight, I mean, House is on tonight! Which means I'll have to also watch American Idol. Last week I decided that the Manjina kid is the smartest. He can't really sing very well, but everyone knows his name. He is mentioned on radio, tv, Internet. It doesn't matter that he's fairly lame, everyone knows which one he is, even if they hate him. He has won the media war. I'm voting for Blake, he's the only thing that keeps me interested in this silly competition.
I'm on a diet. So I'm starving. I'm just eating fruit and vegetables and protein. So what does husband do? He calls me last night (after I've made a delicious stir fry with veggies and more veggies!) and says we should have strawberry pancakes! Because they are full of wheaty goodness! Not at all covered with sugar or butter or happiness at all! I love him, but he really doesn't have any idea what being really healthy is. How is it that he made it to 30 years old and doesn't know that pancakes aren't in most diets? I wish I was a boy, then I could not worry about my expanding waist because I would just wear my pants lower, no biggie.
Now onto life drama. With a twinkle in my eye I thought of how great it would be to be a stay at home mom. I figured that time would come quickly after Husband landed that perfect job. I was thinking May would work. Well, this job is less than perfect. It's very weather dependent and so there have been days that Husband hasn't worked at all and of course, did not get paid either. So May was a pipe dream. So maybe June, maybe then. With Husband's job he can work as much as he wants in the summer. He could work 18 hour days and work 7 days a week. He could make so much money! I could quit! But then things would get cold and wet and then the money would not keep pouring in. I don't think he could make enough money to pay for everything this summer and still save enough for us to make it through those lean winter months. I'm a bit jaded I guess. I suppose some people never have the opportunity to stay home with their kids, so the idea that Husband is working toward that would seem very noble, but I'm a glass is half empty kinda gal and all I see is that maybe I won't get to be home this summer and maybe not next summer either. I guess I should be grateful for what I have, but I've always been in the boat where when people ask me what my career goals are I want to say "full-time mom," and society tells me that being a mother isn't important because someday your spouse might die or leave and then where would you be? While I agree an education is important and every woman should pursue gaining a college degree, isn't it also important to raise your children? Someone has to do it, whether it be the babysitter, the daycare, the TV or someone else, they are going to grow up with something influencing their formative years, why is it should a bad thing for that to be their mother? "but taking time off work to raise children will mean when you re-enter the workforce you will be taking a pay cut and be passed over for higher end jobs" OK, so what if I want to be a mother? But that's not acceptable, it's not important and the pay is crappy.
Okay, I guess I should rant more about that later!
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Dooced!
What I wouldn't give to be fired for my blog, because then I would get unemployment.
I almost feel like naming names and posting links. But since I only have one reader (Hi! You're shoes are pretty!) I doubt saying anything would lead to my doocing.
I also like that www.dooce.com is a fun read. She's living the dream. Getting paid for blogging AND having a term coined in your honor. I wish that I could do that. Maybe I'll post a PayPal button and that one reader can fund my writing habit (do you have enough money to help me pay for my house payment? no? well I still like your shoes)
Stupid boss keeps prancing around being lame. Stop the lameness. I already stuck pins in my voodoo doll for you.
I almost feel like naming names and posting links. But since I only have one reader (Hi! You're shoes are pretty!) I doubt saying anything would lead to my doocing.
I also like that www.dooce.com is a fun read. She's living the dream. Getting paid for blogging AND having a term coined in your honor. I wish that I could do that. Maybe I'll post a PayPal button and that one reader can fund my writing habit (do you have enough money to help me pay for my house payment? no? well I still like your shoes)
Stupid boss keeps prancing around being lame. Stop the lameness. I already stuck pins in my voodoo doll for you.
The Soul Crushing-ness of it All
I do one thing at work. Only one thing. I look at forms and say either 'yes' or 'no' and nothing else. What I hate is when I say no. There are laws regarding this, I abide by them. There are deadlines. I try to work with those who are close. But honestly, when a deadline has passed by 16 months, I am less then sympathetic. I am within my rights and the policy to say no, but then all you have to do is talk to my bosses boss. Even when he says he's on the same page with me, he then turns around and I find that not only are we not on the same page, we're not even in the same book. This makes me look like an idiot to those customers. It also means that the months of bickering and being told that I'm unfair and the usual "lawyering-up" that some threaten and I have to deal with, is all for naught. My opinion and decision is overturned. I get to smile and nod and pretend like I agree too, when I would rather beat my head against the wall in frustration. So why should I even tell anyone 'no' when it doesn't matter? It also makes me frustrated because the people that are told 'no' for the same reason and they accept it when someone else just fights hard enough and they get their 'no' turned magically to a 'yes.'
Today I hate everyone. I hate this job. I hate the lack of structure and rules and really the blatant disregard for policy. I suppose I can just start telling people we have no policy on the matter and anyone with a compelling argument will be considered. I think that would work. Or perhaps I can stop reading through these forms and just get a big stamp that says YES and stamp them all as I receive them. Because here we care nothing for what the rules say, we're all about serving the loud and mean and obnoxious people.
That's what I hate about kids/people today, the sense of entitlement. The whole unearned confidence thing. People don't need to do what's required of them, if the holler loud enough and feel like the deserve something, they expect that we hand it to them. People that treat us poorly because they don't like working at Store X or think that at the place of our employment they they can treat us like crap because we're being paid to take it.
And I will. I can't leave. I need the money.
A few weeks ago when I was thinking that the time to be a stay-at home mom was right around the corner, I knew in my that I wanted to walk into my bosses office and say "Since you're so good at my job, why don't you continue to do it. I quit." This is a pipe dream. I get to tell them instead that "yes, it's totally fine, I will overturn my decision because you feel that the spirit of the law has been met, even if the letter of the law hasn't been." It's fine. I'm just dying inside a little bit every time this happens. But soon I'll have no fire or spirit and sense of self left. Isn't that what corporate America is all about?
Today I hate everyone. I hate this job. I hate the lack of structure and rules and really the blatant disregard for policy. I suppose I can just start telling people we have no policy on the matter and anyone with a compelling argument will be considered. I think that would work. Or perhaps I can stop reading through these forms and just get a big stamp that says YES and stamp them all as I receive them. Because here we care nothing for what the rules say, we're all about serving the loud and mean and obnoxious people.
That's what I hate about kids/people today, the sense of entitlement. The whole unearned confidence thing. People don't need to do what's required of them, if the holler loud enough and feel like the deserve something, they expect that we hand it to them. People that treat us poorly because they don't like working at Store X or think that at the place of our employment they they can treat us like crap because we're being paid to take it.
And I will. I can't leave. I need the money.
A few weeks ago when I was thinking that the time to be a stay-at home mom was right around the corner, I knew in my that I wanted to walk into my bosses office and say "Since you're so good at my job, why don't you continue to do it. I quit." This is a pipe dream. I get to tell them instead that "yes, it's totally fine, I will overturn my decision because you feel that the spirit of the law has been met, even if the letter of the law hasn't been." It's fine. I'm just dying inside a little bit every time this happens. But soon I'll have no fire or spirit and sense of self left. Isn't that what corporate America is all about?
Monday, April 02, 2007
Has it really come?
The weekend has passed with some reoccurance of the Bad Wife. I don't know what it is, but Husband and I have just been snotty to each other, then we move on but then it happens again. Maybe this is what happens when Husband doesn't get his birthday steak. You would think that my beautiful card that I made myself on the computer at work that took me all of 10 minutes from start to finish and had money inside would have stopped all this. MONEY! Doesn't that say "I love you and want you to buy whatever your heart desires" more than something that he told me to buy him? I don't know, maybe it's the lack of red meat affecting his system.
Princess Girl had her 6 month photos taken. She's precious, but I'm glad that I got out of there only spending $20 instead of the $100 that we spent when she was 2 months old. I'm definately going to need more frames.
I also discovered that the shoes I have in my head are not for purchase anywhere in the world. I have been all over the internet and the mall and have found nothing that looks like what I see in my mind. I really wish that there was a website where I could design my own shoe.
Additional: Babies don't like Hot Topic. They really don't like having to sit in thier carseat after leaving Hot Topic. You are warned.
Princess Girl had her 6 month photos taken. She's precious, but I'm glad that I got out of there only spending $20 instead of the $100 that we spent when she was 2 months old. I'm definately going to need more frames.
I also discovered that the shoes I have in my head are not for purchase anywhere in the world. I have been all over the internet and the mall and have found nothing that looks like what I see in my mind. I really wish that there was a website where I could design my own shoe.
Additional: Babies don't like Hot Topic. They really don't like having to sit in thier carseat after leaving Hot Topic. You are warned.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Steven (You Don't Eat Meat)
Thank you Erika. I'm now totally jazzed to buy Morrissey tickets tomorrow. We started goofing off on youtube and now I'm just watching all my favorites. I had no idea that he ever performed 'Jack the Ripper' live. That man puts on a great show. It's kind of sad to see the progression to old Morrissey. He used to be that dapper lad with daffodils and now he's just filled out so much. He's still in really good shape, but the year have definitely aged him. Even just a few years ago there's such a difference.
Why do idols have to get old? What happened to the good old days when they all died of drug overdoses? I think one reason that Hendricks and Morrison have the following and love that they still do because they left beautiful corpses. There was no "Gosh, he got old and fat and now his music seems irrelevant" phase that most musicians slip into. of course there are some people that will never stop. I'm sure that Mick Jagger has made a deal with the devil so that even though he actually died seven years ago, he still keeps touring and rocking it, zombie style. Either that or he's a vampire. He's the undead of some kind.
But Morrissey, geez, he still looks good and has aged well, and Quarry was even a pretty good album. The single from the new album "You Have Killed Me" is stellar, but I don't know whether the rest is. I haven't bought it. I know, I've only had about a year to do it, but I don't go hang out in record stores anymore, poring over what albums I need to own. Perhaps it's the new grown-up in me saying that paying bills is more important that music. Crazy, I know.
I do try to keep current somewhat, but I suppose those old favorites will always be favorites. There's no way Snow Patrol or Death Cab is going to topple Morrissey from his pedestal, no matter how old he is, even if he's tottering around the stage with his walker crooning "Everyday is Like Sunday" and it won't matter that his face is all sunken and old, he'll still be amazing. And every time I look at my birthday card from Erika, I will all the sudden have "Unhappy birthday" stuck in my head for the next hour and I will savor it.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Joining the New America
So I've finally done it.
I've watched American Idol since season 2, sometimes religiously, sometimes when the other show I'm watching is on a commercial break, but last night I finally voted.
I'm sorry, I couldn't help it That goth girl Gina sang a Pretenders song! Here's a link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwYn5t6uakM She sang beautifully. I had to vote for her, because how awesome would it be if the next American Idol was a goth chick? I have a soft spot in my heart for those cute goth chicks. I did used to be one.
That Blake kid did The Cure's 'Lovesong' but didn't do an amazing job in my opinion, but I still voted for him once, because that was a awesome song choice and he did do a 311 song that I remember from my Jr High days. If you want to see his performance it's here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUl9Kvhh1tk
I've watched American Idol since season 2, sometimes religiously, sometimes when the other show I'm watching is on a commercial break, but last night I finally voted.
I'm sorry, I couldn't help it That goth girl Gina sang a Pretenders song! Here's a link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwYn5t6uakM She sang beautifully. I had to vote for her, because how awesome would it be if the next American Idol was a goth chick? I have a soft spot in my heart for those cute goth chicks. I did used to be one.
That Blake kid did The Cure's 'Lovesong' but didn't do an amazing job in my opinion, but I still voted for him once, because that was a awesome song choice and he did do a 311 song that I remember from my Jr High days. If you want to see his performance it's here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUl9Kvhh1tk
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