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  • Wednesday, January 31, 2007

    My Beef With Dr. Seuss...

    I have a problem with The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss. The mother leaves her two small children home alone. Only their fish, the wisest one in the group, keeps them company. And a stranger comes into the house, makes a mess, cleans up, and leaves. And the children are faced with a moral dilemma at the end that entails lying to their mother. Huh?

    What does this teach our children?

    While I love the sing-song cadence of the words, I cannot understand why such a book would be written. Yeah, the Cat in the Hat forces himself into their home, brings friends in, makes a mess, and only leaves when the boy physically demands that he and his friends get out. The fish is the smartest one in the book, urging the children all along that the Cat and his Two Things shouldn't be in the house when the mother's not home. Do they listen? No. It's not until the house is trashed that the boy kicks them all out. And the two little kids are lucky that the Cat cleans up after himself.

    The end of the book leaves children wondering whether or not they should lie to their mother about having strangers in the house while the mother is gone. Yeah, okay...the kid does kick them out near the end, but he never should've let them in at all!

    I just don't get it. While I love reading the book to my son because of its smooth wording and friendly rhythm, I just can't get past its content; letting strangers in the house, the mother leaving the young kids home alone, the dilemma of whether or not to lie to your mother, etc.

    If Theodore Geisel a.k.a. Dr. Seuss were alive today, I'd ask him what the hell he was thinking when he wrote this book. What's your take on it? Am I reading into it too much? Are kids supposed to not let strangers in because they may mess up your house? Or is it about standing up for yourself? Whatever the lesson is that kids are supposed to get from the book, I think it's a pretty sucky way to teach it. (Yeah...sucky is a word today.)

    Do you remember how I feel about Santa's and his bully reindeer? Why do some children's books/stories/nursery rhymes/songs have such awful concepts?

    Can you tell I'm irritated by this? Gah.

    Tuesday, January 30, 2007

    Cheap Bluetooth Technology...

    Ouch!

    Monday, January 29, 2007

    Happy Birthday To Me?!...

    I'm 35 today, but I still feel 22. Sigh...

    Sunday, January 28, 2007

    I'm A Star...

    I named a star after myself last night...Eatmisery. It's in the Aquarius constellation. Ch-ch-ch-check it out!

    I figured that if I'm only going to be 34 for one more day, I might as well celebrate moving into a new demographic with a big bang, no pun intended. Heh...

    I will turn 35 on Monday at 11:16am. It's no big deal to anyone else but me. However, I feel less young; not old, just less young. Does that make sense?

    Long gone are the days of being cool. Sigh...

    Saturday, January 27, 2007

    Three Things I'd Like To Mention...

    #1 - Hubby landed a new J-O-B! After nearly six months since he was laid off, he was able to get a better-paying job with many, many more benefits. We are, needless to say, very pleased. While the initial shock of his lay-off was scary (for lack of a better word), I also viewed it as a blessing in disguise, which it really did turn out to be. He was able to get his back surgery and recover at his own pace; he was able to spend quality time with the babies; and he was able to be choosy in which direction he wanted to go with his career. All has paid off in the long run, really. Personally, I think that My Gram took a side trip on her way to heaven and planted the seed in this employer to hire Hubby. I can't help but think she helped out with this. Thanks, Gram!

    #2 - On Thursday night, Baby Liv did something she's never done before. She slept in her crib the entire night and didn't need her Mama, not even once. She was restless one time, but I popped the nummy back in her mouth and she fell fast asleep immediately. She didn't need to nurse; she didn't need to be reassured; and she didn't wake either one of us up at all that night. I, however, kept waking up to check on her to make sure she was still breathing. And for the second time in one year, my alarm clock actually woke me up. It's bittersweet for me, really. I missed her, but she seemed to be doing just fine on her own. Watch...now that I've written this, she's going to keep me up for the next ten nights!

    #3 - I've been considering going back to school for my Master's degree. I'm looking into a Master of Arts in Teaching with a Specialization in Educational Technology. I've got a couple of schools picked out. I've even sat down and met with one of them. Both offer online learning, which is something that works in my favor, especially with having two babies at home. I don't really have the time to invest in going to a cohort, nor do I have the time to travel back and forth. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time, so we're going to make it happen. The one place I met with offered online courses with asynchronous meeting (at my leisure). The drawback is that it's a twenty-month program. For a little more money, I found a place that will do it in half that time. Hubby and I are considering the options. Whichever I choose, it'll be right for me. Come hell or high water, student loans or not, I'm going to get it done.

    And that's what's going on here lately.

    Friday, January 26, 2007

    Jabba The Hut...

    When we first got our dog, Java, we almost named her "Jabba," instead. I'm so glad we didn't name her that. Since she's a Chocolate Labrador, she's already genetically predisposed to being (*cough, cough*) "portly." Naming her "Jabba" would've sealed her fate.
    Instead, "Java" is completely indicative of her personality...nonstop, energetic, and "on" all the time. It's like she's had a cup of coffee...or twenty. Heh...

    Thursday, January 25, 2007

    Tragic...

    I was deeply saddened when I found out about this. He was a good boy and this just never should have happened. He wasn't a gangster taking life for granted; he was a basketball player and a fine student when he was mine just a few short years ago.

    This hits me hard. He was a young man full of so much promise and potential and now his life is over. I am always saddened to hear about former students of mine being dead; there's at least one each year, sadly. This one, however, just hurts so much more. He didn't die from stupidity while hanging with gangbangers and doing bad things. He died in his high school locker room after a basketball game.

    I knew Darius. I knew him well. He was in my honors class a few years ago. His smile and his big brown eyes could melt the North Pole; he was a warm kid. This was a kid who loved life and family and sports. And he will be missed so much more than what I can put into words.

    His Mother must be devastated; her world turned upside down by a mystery. There can be no greater grief than a Mother's loss of a young son, her child, her baby, her hope for a better future.

    I just don't get death. Why?

    Wednesday, January 24, 2007

    Senorita Crankypants...

    Baby Liv is teething. She's been a cranky mess lately. Yesterday, she napped for an hour in the morning and was extremely fussy for Hubby until she went down for her next nap. She wound up sleeping from 11am to almost 3pm!

    When she went to bed at night, she only slept from about 7:15pm to 9pm, if that, before she woke up for Inopportune Play Time. She was wide awake and didn't want to have anything to do with sleeping. She fussed and she huffed and she puffed and she blew down any chances of us sleeping very well that night. I brought her into our bed and she just kept kicking her feet and banging them on the mattress for close to an hour. She wasn't a happy camper, but she did fall asleep eventually.

    So, this morning I checked her gums. It appears to me that she's getting a bottom left front tooth. There's a hard bump there, although it's not white or red or badly swollen. I just can see that this is what's making her an emotional mess lately. This is the reason she's out of sorts and it's only the beginning!

    I hope Hubby has a better day with her today. And I certainly hope he uses the Infant Tylenol, the Baby Orajel, and the Hyland's Teething Tablets to calm her down, if needed.

    Oh. My. Goodness. My baby girl is getting her first tooth.

    Sniff, Sniff, Sigh...

    Tuesday, January 23, 2007

    Loyal...

    Our dog Java is the Guardian of the Babies, Protector of the House, and Nemesis of Mr. Kitty and Mr. Squirrel.
    She's also very loyal to me, so much so that she's going to help me forget that I'm turning 35 next Monday.
    Gah...

    Monday, January 22, 2007

    Enough Said...

    Go Bears!

    Sunday, January 21, 2007

    Today Is January 21st...

    It is my niece's 19th birthday. Happy Birthday, Sweetie! I hope you have a wonderful day.

    It also happens to be My Gram's birthday, too. She would've been 88 years old today.

    I still can't believe she's gone. I really wish she wasn't.

    Saturday, January 20, 2007

    She WHAT?...

    My niece Blondie came home from work the other day with yet another story. She's a medical assistant who works at a clinic that does drug testing for companies, workman's comp stuff, job physicals, etc. She meets quite a cast of characters on a daily basis, I should add.

    Well, the other day a woman came in for a drug test. When she handed the specimen container back to my niece, there was a turd in it. No, it was no mistake. There was definitely a turd in that cup with her urine.

    So, I ask you, Gentle Readers...how the hell do you physically shit in a urine specimen cup?

    Friday, January 19, 2007

    Time Flies...

    It seems like the weeks go by so quickly when my babies are little. Baby Jack will be two next month (February 8th). I still can't believe how quickly the time has passed. Baby Liv will be one year old in three months (April 8th). Why does it seem like before I had children, my life dragged on and on. It always felt like months between weekends, not days. Now that the babies are getting bigger, time flies so much faster.

    Could I really be having that much fun? Hmmm...

    (SIDENOTE: On the sleep scene, I've been bringing Baby Liv into bed with us sometime after midnight when she awakens. It allows her to sleep in her crib for a little while and also with me. She's less frightened of her surroundings then. I can also get more rest that way, considering I wake up at 5 a.m. Hubby's not a big fan of me bringing her into the bed still, but I nurse her and always wind up falling asleep. I guess it doesn't really have to be a cut-and-dried separation. She's also staying asleep in her crib for longer sessions now and she doesn't cry as much. She still cries, but it's not blood-curdling anymore. Thanks for all the well-wishes, too. Every little bit helps.)

    Thursday, January 18, 2007

    My Sentiments Exactly...

    Last night, I brought Baby Liv into bed with us so I could nurse her. It was about 12:30 a.m. We fell asleep shortly thereafter. And it was as peaceful as could be. It was the best sleep we've had in a while.

    Why can't she just stay little forever? Sigh...

    Wednesday, January 17, 2007

    I Want To Crawl Under A Rock...

    ...and stay there forever.

    Yeah, I'm just not very happy right now. Baby Liv's crying at night is just breaking my heart into teeny tiny pieces. I just can't take it. She doesn't want to sleep in her crib and I don't want her to sleep there, either.

    I'm just...shaken to my very core. And this sucks.

    Don't say it's going to get better because that's not what I need to hear right now. I just want her and I to be happy. And we're soooo not happy sleeping apart from each other. She and I are so used to each other. This isn't fair.

    I've come to dread her bedtime because I know it'll be difficult. And "difficult" isn't even the proper word. She doesn't sleep for very long; she cries for most of the night. She can't settle herself down.

    I am in hell.

    Tuesday, January 16, 2007

    No, This Was Not MY Party...

    Okay, I think I'll be sick now. Heh...

    Monday, January 15, 2007

    The Sleep Scene...

    Many of you have asked how the new sleeping arrangements are going for us now that Baby Liv is in her crib at night. I won't lie; it's rough.

    She wakes many times at night still and she keeps us up a lot, but she's adjusting, as are we.

    When she wakes up somewhere around four in the morning, I take her in bed with us and nurse her. From there, we all fall asleep until we're ready to get up. Since it's the first weekend she's moved into her crib, I don't really know what it will be like during the week. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I know our morning routine will be thrown off a bit. And when Hubby gets a job, it'll be thrown off some more. Sigh...

    Baby Liv loves to sleep on her belly or her side. She gets her best sleep that way. It doesn't shock me one bit that she likes to sleep on her side. Baby Jack liked it, too. I think that comes from the co-sleeping we did with them. Both babies always nuzzled close to me on their sides, so it's no wonder why they sleep their best that way.

    I'm tired...no, exhausted is the word. We are managing, though. It's difficult getting her to go back to sleep, especially when she wants nothing more than to be cuddled and soothed by the breast. It's not easy for her and it's definitely not easy for me. She does need to learn how to fall asleep on her own. I only wish it was emotionally painless. I miss her little head under my chin all night long.

    I'm sure nights will get easier. She takes naps in her crib already, so those aren't that hard. The hardest part we face is putting both babies to bed at night. Baby Liv is easy because she nurses, falls asleep, and gets placed in her crib. Baby Jack, however, is a different story altogether. He's so busy using his crib as a wrestling ring, bouncing and kicking every which way until he collapses from sheer exhaustion. He goes to bed tired, but I think that's just a ploy to get us to put him in his crib so he can become Hulk Hogan. We're terrified every night that he'll wake her up with his booming voice and his roundhouse kicks to the side of the crib. Yeesh. My guess/hope is that she'll just get used to the noise.

    So, that's how it's going, so far. Every night is a mystery, unfolding before my tired and bloodshot eyes. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, really. This is the stuff dreams are made of when you can actually get enough sleep at night to dream. Heh...

    Sunday, January 14, 2007

    Play Time...

    He loves his sister...


    ...and they seem to love the camera!

    Heh...

    Saturday, January 13, 2007

    You Know You Are Living In 2007 When...

    1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

    2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

    3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

    4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

    5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that
    they don't have e-mail addresses.

    6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if
    anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

    7. Every commercial on television has a website at the bottom of the
    screen.

    8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the
    first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and
    you turn around to go and get it.

    10. You get up in the morning and go online before getting your
    coffee.

    11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. :)

    12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

    13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to email this.

    14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.

    15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this
    list

    And now you are laughing at yourself. Heh...

    Friday, January 12, 2007

    Already?...

    Today is Friday and I'm not very happy about it.

    Baby Liv is going to try sleeping in her crib for a full night. It's the first time. She's taken naps in it this week; some long, some short. And she's fought hard about it, too. Tonight will be a test...for her and for me.

    Nine months came and went so fast. She and I have this remarkable closeness. I can't believe tonight is the first night in seventeen months that I'll be sleeping without her next to me or inside of me. Thank goodness I haven't weaned her yet. I'd be a basket case if these two things happened at the same time!

    You see, I'm very fond of co-sleeping. I did it with Baby Jack and I do it with her. I feel very strongly about it and it works for us, especially with nursing at night. And let me tell you...this baby loves her Mama.

    I'm sad about it. And, secretly, I'm hoping that she keeps us up all night so that I just have to give in and bring her in bed with me. She'll only be less than two feet away from me, but it feels like a whole world away to me. I'm just not ready, but if it were solely up to me, I'd share my bed with her until she could tell me she wants her own room.

    Sigh...

    Thursday, January 11, 2007

    Sharing...

    ...a secret...

    ...and a laugh.

    Baby Jack and Baby Liv...best of pals!

    Wednesday, January 10, 2007

    That Warm Feeling You Get...

    This came to me from my blogging-partner-in-crime, Erin. I hope it brightens your day and you can send it on to those you love. The last line really did it for me. You've probably seen it already, but it's worth reading again. It's too funny not to post. Enjoy!

    "True" Friendship: None of that Sissy Crap"

    Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good,
    But never actually come close to reality?

    Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true
    friendship.

    You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this...just the stone
    cold truth of our great friendship.

    1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge
    against the hateful bastard who made you sad.

    2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

    3. When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid.

    4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

    5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how
    much worse it could be until you quit whining.

    6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.

    7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well
    again. I don't want whatever you have.

    8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

    9. This is my oath....I pledge it to the end.

    "Why?" you may ask,
    "because you are my friend."

    Friendship is like peeing your pants; everyone can see it, but only you
    can feel the true warmth.

    Tuesday, January 09, 2007

    A Whore For Affection...

    My name is Java and I'm a whore for affection. If you were here in my house right now, I'd give you a bath with my kisses. I just love to give kisses and snuggle. And after the ninety-ninth lick, you'll want to strangle me.
    Rub my belly. It's the only way to keep me from assaulting you with buckets of saliva. Heh...

    Monday, January 08, 2007

    Growing Pains...

    Today is a special day.

    Baby Jack is 23 months old today. That means he's only got one more month until he turns two years old! I can't believe my baby boy is going to be two next month. Two.

    Baby Liv is 9 months old today. That means she's only got three more months until she turns one year old! One. It also means that I've been breastfeeding for nine months, as well. Go, Mama!

    It still feels like I just had these two precious babies yesterday. They're still so new to me and we all learn something new about each other every single day. I'm a little sad that time goes by so quickly once you have children. Today, you're giving them their first baths or kissing their first boo-boos. Tomorrow, they're driving your car.

    Where does the time go? I swear, I just gave birth to these kids.

    Sigh...

    Sunday, January 07, 2007

    Don't Make Me Go...

    I sooooo don't want to go back to work tomorrow. I don't want to set my alarm clock. I don't want to get into the old routine again. I was really enjoying sleeping past 6am.

    Do I have to go? Uh...yeah. Do I think it sucks? Yup.

    I'm so bummed out about it. I just want to stay home with my babies and be Mama, 24-7. When is Spring Break? And when is the last day of school?

    Yeesh.

    Saturday, January 06, 2007

    One Step Closer...

    Yesterday morning, Baby Jack went to the doctor to get his flu shot. He was so brave. He cried for about twenty seconds when it was all over. To be honest, he was more scared of the elevator ride to and from the doctor's office.

    After he got his shot and finished crying, he stood up, grabbed his penis, and with wide eyes he screamed, "PEEEEEEEEE!"

    Yep...you guessed it. He peed in his diaper. And everyone knew it. I was proud because "PEEEEEEEEE!" means he's one step closer to potty training. He's been saying that lately when he goes pee, so it was completely wonderful to hear that word come out of his mouth when it did at the doctor's office. Of course, he peed at the moment he got his shot. Wouldn't you if you were almost two years old?

    He knows when he's peeing. And that, my friends, is precious.

    Friday, January 05, 2007

    Love, Love...

    Baby Jack's eyes are amazing.

    Baby Liv's eyes are amazing.

    They hold hands...

    ...and they snuggle.

    I love my babies! And they love each other!

    Sigh...

    Do they have to grow up?

    Thursday, January 04, 2007

    Stats...

    Baby Liv had her nine-month doctor visit today. Let's compare her current stats with the ones from three months ago. Shall we?

    At six months old:

    Height: 25.25 inches
    Weight: 15 lbs., 8 oz.
    Head Circumference: 16.5 inches

    Today, at nine months old:

    Height: 27 inches
    Weight: 17 lbs., 6 oz. (contrary to what my scale said at home, she's not 19 pounds, after all)
    Head Circumference: 17 inches (although, this may be inaccurate; the first time they measured it, it was half an inch less than what it was last time...duh; I hope they got it right)

    She's a healthy little girl and a great eater, as you can tell. I did ask about her orangey-hue. Her doctor advised me to just ease up on the orange foods and it'll take care of itself. He assured me that it wasn't her liver, which I had no doubt about, really. I knew it was the food!

    She got her Hep B shot and the first one of a two-part flu shot. She wasn't happy about either one. She'll have to get the second part of the flu shot next month, hopefully when Baby Jack goes in for his two-year check-up, so I can get them both done at the same time. Baby Jack will go in tomorrow for the first part of his two-part flu shot and get the second one when he sees the doctor next month. Yeesh.

    All in all, it was a quick and simple visit. We'll see how well Jack does for his shot tomorrow. Yikes!

    Wednesday, January 03, 2007

    Gah...

    1. Baby Liv will go to the doctor for her nine month check-up tomorrow morning. I believe she'll have some shots, too. Hubby weighed her and she's about nineteen pounds now, which means she gained close to four pounds since her last doctor visit three months ago. I'm going to ask him about her orange glow. Heh...

    2. Baby Jack has the shits and a nice diaper rash as a result. I think I changed more than half a dozen diapers in just a couple of hours yesterday. He just kept shitting. Most of it was just frequent soft movements; some was very loose, but not quite diarrhea. He's drinking plenty of fluids, so I'm not too worried. He's probably got a stomach bug, the poor guy.

    3. I can't believe Baby Jack will be two years old next month. I can't believe Baby Liv will be one year old in April. And I can't believe, actually I'm in denial, that I'm going to be thirty-five at the end of this month (the 29th). I used to be cool, you know. I'm leaping into a whole new demographic and I'm not happy about it one bit.

    4. I've been nursing Baby Liv for almost nine months now and neither one of us are inclined to give it up. My mama milk rocks, you know.

    5. Whatever happened to winter? It's going to be in the mid-50's here tomorrow. WTF? It makes me wonder what summer will be like.

    Have a great day!

    Tuesday, January 02, 2007

    Extra Effort...

    There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this!

    A woman was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early one morning, she received a call from the doctor's office telling her that she had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30am. She had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am.

    The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so she didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, she liked to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time she wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So, she rushed upstairs, threw off her pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave herself a quick wash in "that area" to make sure she was at least presentable. She threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car, and raced to her appointment.

    She was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when she was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, she hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that she was in Paris or some other place a million miles away. She was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"

    She didn't respond.

    After the appointment, she heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal... some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school when her six-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" The girl's mother told her to get another one from the cupboard. The daughter replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."

    Monday, January 01, 2007

    Happy New Year!...

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