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Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I'm not going to the World Series and my kid might have an imaginary friend
So, hey. Two weeks, huh?
Well, so much for the World Series. I'm not particularly invested in the Yankees or the Phillies, but find myself pulling for the Phillies for two reasons. 1) I think someone should stomp on the Yankees the way they stomped all over my Angels. 2)We went to a Phillies game this summer (in Philadelphia, not like at Dodger Stadium) and so I feel minorly invested in their success. Minorly. DVRed episodes of Say Yes to the Dress will still take precedence over actually watching the games live, but if I click past and they're winning, I feel a momentary zing of joy.
Speaking of Say Yes to the Dress, where have you been all my life? I can't get enough. There's so much I could say about this show, and it's not even about the neurotic brides who cancel their dress then throw a fit when they decide the actually WANT the dress but now the price has gone up and what are you going to do for me NOW? No, it's about the family members and friends who come along to the bridal salon and offer unsolicited opinions. I'm not suggesting that you shouldn't be able to comment on the dress, but when the bride OBVIOUSLY loves the dress and it just doesn't happen to be a style that you would choose, just shut your mouth.
On an entirely unrelated note, yesterday Bub began telling me he had the chicken pox. The chicken pox? He then elaborated, saying this complex sentence, "I'd love too, but I have the chicken pox and I don't want you to get sick too."
Now, he's often quoting TV shows back to me and I recognize lines from Clifford or Little Einsteins, but I don't recall a single character recently contracting the chicken pox. I mentioned to my husband that he might have an imaginary friend, but he thought it unlikely that he could concoct a friend with such a firm grasp of sentence structure.
If anyone knows of any Disney characters who have recently come down with the chicken pox, it would certainly clear things up for me.
Finally, we're in the home stretch of his days in a cast. The cast comes off on Tuesday and I'm thrilled to be able to give him an actual bath. I'm worried that the doctor will judge me for the Shrek like state of his toes, and even more worried about what we might find inside the cast when it comes off, but so excited that we're almost done.
For now, I'll leave you with a little preview of my little Superman.
The muscles. Could you just DIE?
Well, so much for the World Series. I'm not particularly invested in the Yankees or the Phillies, but find myself pulling for the Phillies for two reasons. 1) I think someone should stomp on the Yankees the way they stomped all over my Angels. 2)We went to a Phillies game this summer (in Philadelphia, not like at Dodger Stadium) and so I feel minorly invested in their success. Minorly. DVRed episodes of Say Yes to the Dress will still take precedence over actually watching the games live, but if I click past and they're winning, I feel a momentary zing of joy.
Speaking of Say Yes to the Dress, where have you been all my life? I can't get enough. There's so much I could say about this show, and it's not even about the neurotic brides who cancel their dress then throw a fit when they decide the actually WANT the dress but now the price has gone up and what are you going to do for me NOW? No, it's about the family members and friends who come along to the bridal salon and offer unsolicited opinions. I'm not suggesting that you shouldn't be able to comment on the dress, but when the bride OBVIOUSLY loves the dress and it just doesn't happen to be a style that you would choose, just shut your mouth.
On an entirely unrelated note, yesterday Bub began telling me he had the chicken pox. The chicken pox? He then elaborated, saying this complex sentence, "I'd love too, but I have the chicken pox and I don't want you to get sick too."
Now, he's often quoting TV shows back to me and I recognize lines from Clifford or Little Einsteins, but I don't recall a single character recently contracting the chicken pox. I mentioned to my husband that he might have an imaginary friend, but he thought it unlikely that he could concoct a friend with such a firm grasp of sentence structure.
If anyone knows of any Disney characters who have recently come down with the chicken pox, it would certainly clear things up for me.
Finally, we're in the home stretch of his days in a cast. The cast comes off on Tuesday and I'm thrilled to be able to give him an actual bath. I'm worried that the doctor will judge me for the Shrek like state of his toes, and even more worried about what we might find inside the cast when it comes off, but so excited that we're almost done.
For now, I'll leave you with a little preview of my little Superman.
The muscles. Could you just DIE?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Could it be?
Are we actually going to get a real fall?
It's raining, like kind of a lot considering it's Southern California and it's October. Also considering I typically have to look for a Halloween costume for Bub that's not too hot because it's guaranteed to be 80 degrees on Halloween so he'll roast in that full Elmo suit.
I'm trying to ignore the fact that the forecast through the weekend is for 80 plus temps, because HELLO FALL.
Also? Footie pajamas. For the kid, not me.
And hot chocolate and cookies and chili and I can hardly contain myself. FALL.
Oh, and yesterday I bought World Series tickets! Holy sticker shock Batman. But, it is the World Series and I couldn't pass it up. Now, the Angels just have to actually make it there. But, they will. I have faith.
OH, AND. Something I remembered when thinking about my trip to the ALCS in 2002. The Angels motto that post season was "Yes We Can." Which then became the cry of Obama supporters six years later and every single time I saw those signs, I couldn't help but think of the Angels. What a coincidence, right? Or maybe the rain is just going to my head. Did I mention, we have evidence of an actual SEASON, here?
Finally, I'm really hoping that we can enjoy all of this rain without any of the mudslides and debris flows that threaten the areas that were badly burned in the recent fires.
It's raining, like kind of a lot considering it's Southern California and it's October. Also considering I typically have to look for a Halloween costume for Bub that's not too hot because it's guaranteed to be 80 degrees on Halloween so he'll roast in that full Elmo suit.
I'm trying to ignore the fact that the forecast through the weekend is for 80 plus temps, because HELLO FALL.
Also? Footie pajamas. For the kid, not me.
And hot chocolate and cookies and chili and I can hardly contain myself. FALL.
Oh, and yesterday I bought World Series tickets! Holy sticker shock Batman. But, it is the World Series and I couldn't pass it up. Now, the Angels just have to actually make it there. But, they will. I have faith.
OH, AND. Something I remembered when thinking about my trip to the ALCS in 2002. The Angels motto that post season was "Yes We Can." Which then became the cry of Obama supporters six years later and every single time I saw those signs, I couldn't help but think of the Angels. What a coincidence, right? Or maybe the rain is just going to my head. Did I mention, we have evidence of an actual SEASON, here?
Finally, I'm really hoping that we can enjoy all of this rain without any of the mudslides and debris flows that threaten the areas that were badly burned in the recent fires.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Moved
Once I became a mother, I found that my emotions live much closer to the surface. I can't remember if I was so easily moved pre-motherhood, but it doesn't take much these days.
Things that have moved me lately.
Len Goodman on Dancing with the Stars. I KNOW, he's hardly the picture of warm fuzzies. But, when he has something nice to say you just know that it's genuine. I just loved the way the judges spoke to Tom Delay after he danced on two stress fractures. And how incredibly sweet was Baz Luhrmann? Who doesn't love Kelly Osbourne? So, pretty much everything about Dancing with the Stars moves me. I'm a late joiner to this show, but I'm hooked.
The sheer resilience of children. My mom told me right after Bub hurt himself that this would probably be more of an issue for me than it is for him, and he's right. He's oblivious to his cast and has figured out how to get around in spite of it.
This ATT commercial.
Things that have moved me lately.
Len Goodman on Dancing with the Stars. I KNOW, he's hardly the picture of warm fuzzies. But, when he has something nice to say you just know that it's genuine. I just loved the way the judges spoke to Tom Delay after he danced on two stress fractures. And how incredibly sweet was Baz Luhrmann? Who doesn't love Kelly Osbourne? So, pretty much everything about Dancing with the Stars moves me. I'm a late joiner to this show, but I'm hooked.
The sheer resilience of children. My mom told me right after Bub hurt himself that this would probably be more of an issue for me than it is for him, and he's right. He's oblivious to his cast and has figured out how to get around in spite of it.
This ATT commercial.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
An arm and a leg
Ever since Bub's accident on Saturday, I've been hearing everyone's stories about how their child, niece, roommate's friend, broke (insertbonehere) when they were young. One grandma in Bub's preschool practice class went so far as to tell me that her doctor allowed her to take her daughter swimming in her cast, provided she thoroughly blow dried it afterward. I don't know about you, but the benefits and joy of swimming would have been severely outweighed by the prospect of spending an hour blow drying a cast and the worry that you missed a spot and now mold is growing behind your child's knee and it will be WEEKS before you know anything about it.
Anyway, when we were leaving the orthopedist on Wednesday, I looked into the waiting room and did a double take. Another mom I know was there with her daughter in a bright pink cast on her arm. She had hurt herself in the exact same way Bub had. Strange bummer of a coincidence.
Wednesday he got his cast on, and it many respects I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. The cast is much more stable than the splint and he's allowed to do whatever he feels comfortable doing. The doctor told me not to be nervous if he tries to crawl, stand or walk. He'll figure out if he's ready for those things pretty quickly. He told me that the bones are full of nerve endings that make up for the fact that two year olds are generally without the good sense to know not to put pressure on their freshly broken bones.
Be that as it may, he may have overdone his newfound freedom yesterday as I was up with him for HOURS last night. This isn't really much a change from the norm as we've yet to get a full night's sleep since the incident, but I think I was hoping for a sleep miracle. Movement=exhaustion=sleep. I have to remind myself that it's been less than a week, but I'm not accustomed to the newborn exhaustion anymore so mostly I just complain and shoot death stares at my husband's sleeping form when I climb back into bed. (In his defense, he has offered to get up in the middle of the night, but he does have a job and I don't so I'm very noble and I let him sleep. Plus, I get to complain more.)
On the bright side, both grandmas are scheduled to visit this weekend, so that should break up the monotony for my poor boy a little bit. Also, we're having a big poker night fundraiser for my MOMS club on Saturday night. Even though I'm going dateless, it should be a good time.
Oh, and I made a HUGE batch of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, which I plan to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner all weekend.
Anyway, when we were leaving the orthopedist on Wednesday, I looked into the waiting room and did a double take. Another mom I know was there with her daughter in a bright pink cast on her arm. She had hurt herself in the exact same way Bub had. Strange bummer of a coincidence.
Wednesday he got his cast on, and it many respects I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. The cast is much more stable than the splint and he's allowed to do whatever he feels comfortable doing. The doctor told me not to be nervous if he tries to crawl, stand or walk. He'll figure out if he's ready for those things pretty quickly. He told me that the bones are full of nerve endings that make up for the fact that two year olds are generally without the good sense to know not to put pressure on their freshly broken bones.
Be that as it may, he may have overdone his newfound freedom yesterday as I was up with him for HOURS last night. This isn't really much a change from the norm as we've yet to get a full night's sleep since the incident, but I think I was hoping for a sleep miracle. Movement=exhaustion=sleep. I have to remind myself that it's been less than a week, but I'm not accustomed to the newborn exhaustion anymore so mostly I just complain and shoot death stares at my husband's sleeping form when I climb back into bed. (In his defense, he has offered to get up in the middle of the night, but he does have a job and I don't so I'm very noble and I let him sleep. Plus, I get to complain more.)
On the bright side, both grandmas are scheduled to visit this weekend, so that should break up the monotony for my poor boy a little bit. Also, we're having a big poker night fundraiser for my MOMS club on Saturday night. Even though I'm going dateless, it should be a good time.
Oh, and I made a HUGE batch of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, which I plan to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner all weekend.
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