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  • Saturday, March 31, 2007

    What Happens When Grandma Learns To E-Mail...

    A friend of mine sent this to me and I thought I'd share it with you. The end is the best part.

    Dear Kids,

    I am very happy in the new residence you have put me in. This week we actually got to go outside for an hour.

    I haven't been feeling very good this week - the friend I shared a room with died yesterday I am coping pretty well with my sorrows. It's been six months since you've visited me last, I guess you're all pretty busy. It's OK; I've learned to use the Internet to pass the time. And the computer in the rec room has a pretty decent web cam.

    So you can remember what I look like, I have attached a recent picture of myself. You all take care, and write to me soon.

    With all of my heart...



    (SIDENOTE: Happy 18th Birthday to my nephew, Bro! He's such a beefcake! And he'd appreciate the joke above! I love you, Bro!)

    Friday, March 30, 2007


    *The fridge was replaced and the new one worked right away. When I got home from work, I put all the stuff from the basement fridge and freezer into the new one (the stuff my MIL hadn't already put in for us, bless her heart). Then, I stepped back and grinned. Yeah, it's even sexier now that it works!

    *Jack came up to me the other night and said, "I pooed!" One big whiff and I knew he knew what he was saying. Yay!

    *Livie is a cruising machine. And she doesn't like to stop. You can tell just by looking at her that she's not going to be satisfied until she can! She wants to do everything that Jack can do. She's got my temperament, just like her brother does. When they set their mind on something, they don't rest until they get it done. If they can't do it, they flip out; that only drives them to succeed even more. Yeah, that's me. Heh...

    *Spring Break is next week and I'm thrilled. I could use some rest. Of course, I won't get any because I'll be chasing both babies all week, but I'll be sneaking in a nap when they do. That's good enough for me.

    *I'm anxiously awaiting to hear from Jack's Early Intervention intake coordinator about when his speech and occupational therapies will begin. It shouldn't be long now.

    *TGIF! After today, I won't have to be back at work until April 9th (the day after Livie's first birthday/Easter Sunday). That makes me very, very happy.

    *My face hurts from smiling so much. Between the fridge being replaced and my impending week off from work, I don't know whether to shit or go blind. So, I guess I'll just plan on cleaning my office closet while I'm off. I'm really scared of that, you know. I have a feeling a lot of stuff is going to fall on me when I try to open the doors. Believe it or not, it's the only room in the house Hubby lets me just make a total mess in (because he doesn't have to go in there). Now, it's time to clean it, so I may have to forgo those naps I so desperately need. Sigh...

    *My Sister is coming in next week. I can't wait to see her. Jack and Livie are going to be so excited to see her and my nephews. Woo-hoo!

    *I'm afraid to be this happy.

    Thursday, March 29, 2007

    That's Hot...

    That lovely new fridge is sleek, sexy, and drop-dead gorgeous. And...

    It. Doesn't. Work.

    Yeah, you read that correctly. It doesn't work. Brand spankin' new, never been used, on since 11:30 am on Tuesday...and it doesn't work. The temperature in my fridge is hotter than the temperature in my house. And it's the same with the freezer.

    Are we pissed? Oh, we're beyond that.

    So, Hubby has raised Cain with the place we bought it from. And they're sending a technician out tomorrow. He's adamantly suggested that they NOT fix it, but give us an entirely new one altogether. We didn't spend thousands of dollars for a brand new fridge that doesn't work or needs a new part. It should've worked from the get-go.
    So because you asked and since you really want to know, that's how the new fridge is working, or NOT working, if you will. We got a lemon from a prestigious manufacturer. Go figure. What are the odds?


    Wednesday, March 28, 2007

    Floor Time...

    Last night was a typical evening at my house.
    Hey, what's going on here, guys? Whatcha doin'?

    Jack, be careful with your baby sister.

    Somewhere underneath "Cuddle Island" (Jack's favorite blanket) is Livie.

    She's such a good sport. I think he's going to make her a tough cookie.

    They will always lean on each other, figuratively and literally.

    This is Jack's "snarky face," which he made when I told him he was such a stinker.

    Yep...there's no sibling rivalry here...yet. I guess I better enjoy this while it lasts. Heh...
    By the way, did you get a good look at what Livie's shirt says? THAT'S my girl!

    Tuesday, March 27, 2007

    Big Girl Hours...

    I hate to jinx it, but Livie is keeping Big Girl Hours lately. That means she's been sleeping at least eleven (mostly) uninterrupted hours a night. When she does get up, however, it's momentarily until I pop her nummy back in her mouth. It looks like she's becoming a Big Girl. Sigh...

    She's on solid food, predominantly. And she's completely weaned, hence the missing ticker above. That also means that I'm no longer bringing my breast pump to work with me anymore. Today was the first time I left home without it. I felt naked. A part of me missed breastfeeding and pumping (yeesh...who would miss that?) and another part of me was proud that I came this far with it. Breastfeeding is no small task. It takes a lot of work and a lot of patience in the beginning. Nevertheless, I am proud that she's becoming more independent, however sad that makes me. We did a great job!

    I also found an informative website regarding hospitals and their common practice of handing out/peddling formula and free diaper bags to new mothers. I never really paid much attention to it until I saw this link on someone else's blog and it made me very irritated. Yeah, free formula and a free diaper bag are nice, if you need it. However, shouldn't breastfeeding be given the same chance and encouraged by hospitals as much as possible? Breastfeeding IS free, you know. All you have to do is eat and drink healthily and your baby can thrive just as much and even better.

    Okay. I feel better now. Hooray for Livie!

    On another note (no pun intended), Jack is saying "horn" now. We have a toy saxophone that also turns into a trumpet. It's too hard to say either word, so I told him it was a horn. However, if you don't know what he's saying, you would think he's saying "whore." I think it's funny, even if no one else does. Heh...

    And, lastly, this sexy new addition will arrive at the Eatmisery Home later this morning. I can't wait to kiss it!

    Monday, March 26, 2007

    Another Good Use For Duct Tape...


    Sunday, March 25, 2007

    A New Arrival...

    This new baby is coming on Tuesday. Oh, yeeeaaahhh!

    Hubby went and bought it yesterday after work. I gave him my blessing to do as he pleased, as long as it would make us all happy. Besides, shopping for these kinds of things is too stressful for me, especially when there are so many options.

    This is the kind of thing that makes our marriage work. Hubby does all the shopping for everything, even groceries. His willingness to do so has prevented many arguments. Besides, when I shop I tend to spend way too much.

    He is the yin to my yang.

    Saturday, March 24, 2007


    My fridge in my kitchen is dead. I have to actually part with the money to buy a new one and it's pissing me off. It wasn't a shitty fridge and it wasn't even that old; it was three years old when we bought our house four years ago (it came with the house). Thank goodness we have another one in the basement, though. It sucks having to go up and down the stairs to get what I need, but I'll have to make do until we replace the one in the kitchen.

    It's been giving us trouble for a few months now and a repairman came out to fix it a few weeks ago. Now, it's officially dead.

    So, we're refrigerator shopping now and there are so many choices that I feel overwhelmed. I just don't want to think about it anymore. I want my fridge to magically work again.

    We're researching models and stuff because we want a nice one. If I'm going to spend a pretty penny on one, I want to know what I'm getting. It's not like I'm buying a $60 microwave at Target. This is much more important than that.

    Gah! I'm so pissed. I hate shopping for important stuff and would much rather wake up tomorrow morning to my current fridge in perfect working condition or a new one I don't have to spend money to get.

    Where's my magic wand when I need it?

    Friday, March 23, 2007

    It Looks Like Winter Is Just About Over...

    And now that I'm posting about it, we'll probably get ten inches of snow dumped on us. Chicago weather teases its natives.

    Is it me or is anyone else noticing the warmer weather? If you're in a state that's warm year-round, however, I guess that wouldn't apply to you, or would it?

    It's getting sunnier; the snow has all melted; stray cats are singing or mating or whatever you want to call that screeching they do that annoys me so much; and I'm seeing an inordinate amount of squirrels being "playful."

    And my classroom is hot as hell these days. I can't wait until they have to turn on the AC at work. Although, that defeats the purpose of enjoying the warmer weather, right?

    In Chicago, there are four seasons, but it's not like one would imagine. Winter and summer are looooooong. Spring and fall always seem like they're only two weeks long each. And Lake Michigan can be your friend or your foe, depending on where you live in relation to it.

    All in all, I wouldn't change where I live. I love it. There's nothing like the beginning of spring to put a spring in your step, no pun intended. After a long winter here, it's a nice change that brings about many things: the smell of putrid exhaust fumes, the loud booming noise they call music coming out of the pimped out rides of teenagers, the reckless motorcyclists without helmets, the perverts staring at young Catholic school girls in their uniforms waiting for the bus, and the incessant barking of all the dogs in every neighborhood through which you drive.

    Yeah...spring is here. It's only a matter of time before I start my Christmas shopping. Gah!

    Thursday, March 22, 2007

    He Means What He Says...

    Who said my boy doesn't know how to speak? I would say that things are going pretty well in that area right now.

    Last night at dinner, Jack was fiddling around with a French fry, instead of eating it. He decided he was going to mash it between his fingers.

    When a part of it fell and got on his pants, he said, "Damn!" Was I upset by that? No way. Not only did he use the correct inflection, he also used the word in the correct context.

    Now all I need to teach him is to say, "Hello, Fucker" to the doctor who said he was "abnormal" for not speaking yet.


    Wednesday, March 21, 2007

    Moving Right Along...

    Jack is identifying so many things with words lately. He hasn't even begun any of his speech therapy or occupational therapy yet. I don't know what's going on with him, but I've noticed quite a change in him in the last month. He never spins himself anymore. On rare occasions, he spins an object, but I can count those occurrences on one hand. It's like he was frustrated with not having any words, so he found other outlets. Now, he's speaking several two-word phrases and he's learning to say about six new words each day. What gives? Of course, I'll still follow through with his therapies. They can't hurt.

    The other night, I was sitting on the floor with Jack and Liv, playing. Jack took my hand, cocked his head, looked at me with his big, beautiful eyes, and said, "Mama," with a smile. I nearly fell over. And I had to pinch myself to make sure it wasn't all a dream.

    Before I know it, he'll be a teenager and won't talk to me anymore. I guess I better rejoice in these moments before he grows up. Sigh...

    Speaking of growing up, Livie has another tooth. I noticed it on Sunday at breakfast. She's got one of her top two teeth and is cutting the other one right now. Hopefully, she won't teethe like Jack did; he got eight teeth all at once at the end of last summer. Livie has also decided that she's going to be very, very selective about baby foods. She doesn't eat much baby food anymore. She's primarily eating table food. Basically, whatever Jack eats, Livie wants. So, I have to give it to her or she refuses all other foods. There isn't anything my little girl doesn't eat. She loves grilled cheese sandwiches, peanut butter toast, meatballs, salmon, mashed potatoes, pudding and chocolate ice cream. She knows what's good. Heh...

    Livie is also cruising pretty well. She's The Baby Who Never Crawled. She preferred rolling around and scooting on her butt to get around. She started developing a modified crawl that looked more like the splits. One leg would be extended out in front of her; the other leg would drag behind. She was frighteningly quick that way. Now, she'd rather cruise and gets hoppin' mad when she realizes that she can't walk on her own without holding on to something or someone. She's a fiesty one. I don't know where she gets it from (tongue-in-cheek).

    So, things are moving right along here in the Eatmisery home. Livie's first birthday is on Easter this year. Spring Break is two weeks away and I'll be home, taking naps when the kids do. I can't wait!

    Tuesday, March 20, 2007


    This is the new (executive!) desk and new computer hutch (with pocket doors) that I was raving about in this post. Cherry is so sexy. Dontcha think?

    Monday, March 19, 2007

    Two Great Reasons To Love My Life...





    My children are the best of pals. I love it!

    Sunday, March 18, 2007


    New is always good. It's refreshing.

    We recently purchased a computer desk/hutch for our office. It has doors on the bottom to keep Jack and Liv from messing with the hard drive, the printer, and the keyboard. It's in a very pretty cherry wood. My flat screen monitor fits perfectly on top. Above all that is a shelf for "office stuff" and extra cameras. And above that, is another shelf with two glass doors that hold our software and dvd-r's.

    Unexpectedly, we were able to get a new desk for the office, as well. It's not just any old desk, however. It's a huge executive desk, in cherry wood, with felt-lined drawers. My old desk will become the "kids' desk" where they can do projects and art and messy stuff. The new one is absolute heaven.

    In fact, my office looks entirely different now. There's less clutter and more simplicity. Yeah, much had to be rearranged, but it all worked out. And Jack loves the new look of the office. He was jumping around where he didn't have room to jump around before.

    It feels good to change. Sometimes, we just need a break from the same-old, same-old. I'm sure when I wake up tomorrow, I'm going to be pleasantly surprised at how sexy my office looks. I mean, wow!

    (SIDENOTE: I'd post pictures of the new office furniture, but now my computer won't read the memory card from my camera. Maybe there's something incorrectly hooked up, since I had to change desks and stuff. I'll try to get those up when I can.)

    Saturday, March 17, 2007


    I'm so tired. I'm just beat.

    All week long, we had to give our students the state tests that determine if they'll eventually move on to high school. Let me tell you, as a teacher, testing is the worst time of the school year. It's soooooo boring. All we can do is read the directions for each test off a script and walk around the room making sure no one cheats. It drives me batty because I like to actively teach. I'm not content with silence, nor am I content behind my desk.

    I was bored stiff, which is probably part of the reason why I'm so tired now. Oh, and I also have two babies. That'll make anyone tired.

    I wonder how much sleep I'll actually be able to get this weekend. I'd do anything for a nap these days. Yeesh.

    On a brighter note, today marks the four-year anniversary since Hubby and I bought our house. Wow. Time really flies when you're making babies. In four years, we've bought our first home, furnished it, and filled it with two children and another dog. I guess we've been really busy the last few years. Heh...

    St. Patrick's Day doesn't mean we'll go out and get shitfaced. To us, it means we'll be happy we're no longer paying rent.

    Friday, March 16, 2007


    Jack calls himself "Dack." When we ask him to say "Jack," he says "Dack" and pats his chest with both of his hands. I am still "Mamama." These are good things. He is coming along so well in the speech area.

    His voice is so sweet and pure. He speaks in falsetto. Today, he said, "more cookie," instead of "cookie more." I am tremendously pleased.

    This morning, I was reading a book to him (The House That Jack Built) before I left for work. When we were finished, the last page has a picture of the house at night with the moon and stars out. He pointed to the moon and said "moon." Then he surprised the hell out of me.

    He pointed to one of the stars, looked up at me, and said, "dar." I knew he meant "star" and I praised the heck out of him. He was so proud, he started clapping, smiling, and doing his little happy dance. I think he's getting the hang of the give-and-take of language.

    I must say that he made my day with "dar." I am humbled daily by the little things that he says or does. It's a gift to be able to see my child learn and grow. To actually see the light turn on in his head during a teachable moment is beyond any words I could use to describe it. To say it is a profound experience is an understatement.

    My only word for that is "dar."

    Thursday, March 15, 2007

    So...What Happened?...

    Jack's evaluation yesterday went as expected; good, bad, and ugly.

    I had been hoping that the occupational, developmental, and speech therapists could give me some idea about whether or not Jack is autistic, but they couldn't. After all, it was only one meeting. He is eligible for their services because of the delays in his speech and his sensory issues.

    The Good:
    He was able to do many things that they wanted him to do. I'm not going to go into a list of it all, but what he can do, he does very, very well. He put on a show of all the cool things he does. Physically, he's ahead of many kids his age. The boy can skip, for crying out loud.

    The Bad:
    Some of the things he was asked to do, he didn't do, even if he has done some of them for me in the past. I expected that, though. How well can you "perform" for strangers you've only seen for a short time? There were other things that he just wasn't interested in doing for them, too; he never does them for me, either.

    The Ugly:
    Jack threw the loudest, longest, worst tantrum I have ever, ever, ever heard in my whole life from any child I've ever met. He was hungry and "done" with our visitors. He just wanted to eat and play and not be bothered by anyone he didn't know. Shit, he didn't even want to be bothered with us until we fed him. To me, it was understandable. He did manage to show them what his tantrums are like (although this one could be considered titanic; didn't you hear him?) and they believe it's based on his lack of ability to communicate.

    The Bottom Line:
    Jack will get both occupational and speech therapies once a week for the next six months; he'll also join a developmental playgroup to get him used to playing with other kids. After that, his service plan will be revisited and our goals will be rewritten. He can be in the program until he's three years old. If he doesn't make significant improvements in his speech in the next six months, I can choose to have a medical diagnostic done to see if he's autistic. For now, we have to give the therapies a chance. It could be just what he needs.

    Right now, I have to get referrals from his pediatrician for all of this and I have to get a few other things done for it all to be officially in the works. The developmental therapist gave me the name of a woman who has a son Jack's age, with similar issues, in our area. She and I will get in contact with each other to get our kids together and share experiences. I gave them consent to give her my phone number. Her son's been in their program for six months, so I'm anxious to hear about what he was like before and how far he's come since then.

    And I'll be continuing to work with Jack on using basic signs to help him communicate. Would you believe it if I told you that he said "cookie more" to me today? Well, he did.

    I see improvements every single day, and we're off to a damn good start. I look forward to helping him along every step of the way. I have a feeling he won't be the same boy six months from now.

    Wednesday, March 14, 2007

    What's YOUR Visual DNA?...

    Thanks, Poopie! I saw this on your blog and I just had to snatch it for myself.

    If anyone else tries this, let me know. I'm curious to see what your visual DNA is like.

    (SIDENOTE: Jack's evaluation with the occupational, speech, and developmental therapists is later today. My stomach is in knots. I'll let you know more later today or tomorrow, if I know anything at all. Keep your fingers, toes, eyes, and anything else you can cross, crossed.)

    Tuesday, March 13, 2007

    The P Words...

    Jack has learned to say "poo." And he knows what it means.

    Yesterday evening, he thought it was funny to walk around saying "poo." He didn't just say it, though. He started grunting and making a red face while pushing. He didn't eke out any turds, however. He did do a great job at making us understand that he knew exactly what "poo" meant. Heh...

    We know he knows "pee." At times, he'll grab his penis and shout out "pee" while he's doing it. It appears that he's becoming somewhat comfortable with his bodily functions. It's especially funny when he does that at the doctor's office. Yeesh.

    Last time we had pizza, he called it "pee-pah." Last night, however, he pointed to a picture of my Dad ("Punka") and called him "Pee-pah." He was also saying "Pee-pah" a lot this past Saturday when we were at my Mom's house. Could pizza and Punka be synonymous? They're both warm, make you feel good, and are a great comfort. I suppose it's possible. We'd have to ask Jack.

    Jack's evaluation by the three therapists (developmental, occupational, and speech) will be on Wednesday afternoon. I'm nervous. I don't know how much more I'll know when they leave, but I'm anxious to figure out if my boy is just a late-talker or if he has more than just a speech delay. He certainly has had a language explosion in the last few weeks, so I don't know what's going on in that big melon of his.

    Keep your fingers crossed. Like any great Mom, I won't rest until I get some answers, some tools, and some direction on where to go from here. After all, isn't that part of the job description of a great Mother?

    The children's needs always come first. And that's that.

    Monday, March 12, 2007


    Don't be alarmed if you hear my son saying the word cock. He really means clock. Heh...

    Sunday, March 11, 2007

    A Smell I Know...

    Last night, when I came home from my Mom's house, there was a very strong smell in the air. I knew that smell, although I wish I didn't.

    I smelled a church incense-like smell. It could've been someone's fireplace, since the church is a few blocks away and it couldn't have been coming from there.

    The last time I smelled that scent was at my Gram's funeral. The incense burned my nostrils and I walked out of that church feeling entirely too empty inside, broken, if you will.

    When I smelled it in the air last night, I was taken aback by it. Perhaps Gram was paying me a visit? Perhaps it was just someone's fireplace? Perhaps it was all in my mind?

    I like to think it was Gram, letting me know that she's still around, taking care of those who loved her, knowing that just that little reminder makes her absence sting that much less.

    Call me crazy, but I think she's still here sometimes.

    Saturday, March 10, 2007


    I've found that there are many things that get my son to speak more: food, pages in his favorite books, music, and anything he does that gets him praise.

    "Cookie," "more," "juice," and "cup" are words that he says a lot because they all involve filling his belly. He can ask for "more" nicely now, instead of screaming it. He also uses the sign for "more" when he wants more to eat. He's come a long way in such a short time. "Moon," "dog," "sun," "plant," "book," and a slew of other words all come from his favorite books, which is no surprise to me. He loves to read. He also loves music. When I sing to him and leave out certain words, he's quick to chime in with the words that I've omitted. When he identifies common items in our home, we praise the bejeezus out of him and it makes him do it more often. And when he says the names of the people in the pictures on our walls, it makes me want to cry. His voice is so sweet and so innocent. It's music to my ears.

    I've noticed a considerable decrease in his spinning and humming since I've been hell-bent on keeping him super busy. It's so easy to distract him from doing it. That's what makes me think he's not autistic. He's also very into eye contact on a regular basis. He's not off on Planet Jack anymore. He responds quickly. I think the intake coordinator for the state's early intervention program was right. I think Jack would spin and hum out of sheer boredom. He's got cabin fever, like the rest of us. Last spring, summer, and fall, he'd walk almost two miles a day outside with my Dad. Being stuck in the house in winter will make anyone bored, especially a two-year-old. Can you imagine an 18-month-old walking two miles a day outside? That would be my Jack. Amazing, isn't it?

    I've been giving him a shiny, deep cookie sheet with a little water in it to play with. He adores it. And he's really digging the Play-Doh. He has never tried to eat it with me there, although he has tried to eat it when my MIL gave it to him.

    We've had a lot of fun moments during playtime and a lot of teachable moments. Jack is much more receptive to learning if he's happy (e.g. full belly, dry diaper, not a care in the world, etc.).

    He has added dozens of words to his vocabulary in the last few weeks, so I'm hopeful about his state evaluation on Wednesday. He'll be seen by an occupational therapist, a speech pathologist, and a developmental therapist who will assess his skills. I'm nervous, but not as much as I was when the pediatrician told me that it was "abnormal for him not to be speaking in two word sentences yet." It seems as if Jack overheard our concerns, saw that Mommy was upset, and decided that it was time to break his silence. He's a totally different boy now. I shit you not.

    In other news, Liv is trying to cruise. She has officially by-passed crawling and is fascinated by what her feet and legs can do for her. She stares down at her feet when she's standing, as if she's trying to tell them to go, go, go. Today, I took off her socks to see if she would be more receptive to walking/cruising. She liked being barefoot much better, which is no surprise to me. I have a feeling that in a few weeks, my baby's going to be much more mobile and I'm going to be crying because of it. Why can't she stay little forever? She has come so far since her premature birth. My girl is feisty; she's a fighter, like her Mama.

    I tell ya, these babies keep me very, very busy. I feel like I'm on my toes constantly, always "on." I love 8pm because that's when I know they're both asleep and I can put on my jammies and look back on the day's events. I am always pleased with how much we've all learned from each other, because of each other, and about each other. Does it get any better than that?

    Friday, March 09, 2007

    Don't Tell Me Which Ones Belong To You...


    Thursday, March 08, 2007

    Blog Fodder...

    This was a meme I got from Helen (she recently had a baby, so she's not been blogging for a while) today. I'm not tagging anyone, but if you do it on your blog, let me know so I can come see it!

    What time is it? 8:21 pm

    Name: Amy

    What are you most afraid of? Something bad happening to my children

    What do you drive: A 2004 Honda CRV and a 2005 Volvo XC70

    Have you ever seen a ghost? No

    Where were you born? Chicago

    Ever been to Alaska ? No

    Ever been toilet paper decorating in trees? Yes

    Croutons or Bacon bits? Bacon bits

    Favorite day of week? Monday

    Favorite restaurant? Smith and Wollensky

    Favorite Flower? Carnations

    Favorite sport to watch: Baseball

    Favorite Drink: Water

    Favorite Ice cream: Haagen-Dazs Mayan Chocolate

    Disney or Warner Brothers: Both

    Favorite fast food restaurant: McDonalds

    What color is your bedroom : Light paneling and Pergo flooring

    How many times you failed your driver's test? Never

    Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail from? Helen

    What do you do most often when you are bored? Think myself to death

    Bedtime: About 10pm

    Who will respond to this email the quickest? No idea

    Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond:
    No idea

    Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses?

    Favorite TV show: I don't have one

    Ford or Chevy? Chevy

    What are you listening to right now? The hum of the baby monitor

    Do you have any pets? A chubby Chocolate Labrador

    Which came first the chicken or the egg? The egg was around long before the chicken was. Didn't dinosaurs hatch from eggs? Heh...

    What would you like to do before you die? Have no regrets

    Thanks, Helen! This was good blog fodder.

    Wednesday, March 07, 2007

    It Was A Joke, Sort Of...

    Last Saturday, we went to my Mom's house and I said something in jest (maybe, heh).

    We were all in the living room playing with the babies and Hubby remarked that Livie is going to be a year old next month. (Yeesh. I'm just now realizing that Jack is two years old; cut me some slack.)

    So, being the snarky person that I am, I replied, "Wait a second. If Jack just turned two and Livie is going to be one next come I'm not pregnant again yet?"

    Visualize this scene, if you can.

    My Mom put her right hand on her cheek, looked up, and said, "Oh God, no."

    My Brother said, "That's not even funny. Shit!"

    My Dad looked at Livie and said, "I don't care how cute you are, I'd have to retire." (He watches the babies in the mornings while I'm at work; my MIL does afternoons for us.)

    My niece, Blondie, looked at me without blinking an eye and said, "I think you and I are going to have to sit down and have a talk."

    Hubby just let the color drain from his face as if he'd just seen Satan. And the kids just kept on playing.

    Heh...I love being a smart ass.

    Tuesday, March 06, 2007

    Quality Time...

    I had such a great day on my day off yesterday! I was able to spend some quality time with my kids, which is what matters most to me.

    Livie has decided that she isn't very interested in the #3 baby foods anymore. She'd rather have table food, so that's exactly what she's getting now. She eats some of the baby foods, but is mostly interested in whatever it is the rest of us are eating. She's my eating machine! She may only have two teeth, but you'd never know it by the food she eats. She still won't crawl, however. She's developing some killer upper body muscles by pulling herself along the floor on her belly, forward and backward. She gets into a rocking position and says to hell with it. She's almost pulling herself up on tables now. It's insane. She has so much fun rolling around and pulling/pivoting herself around. She makes me want to do it, as well. Life's got to look pretty interesting at that angle.

    Jack has had a language explosion in the past two weeks. Everything has a name now. It's so wild to hear him finally speaking. He has the sweetest, softest voice I've ever heard. He just decided that he was going to speak more now. He gets a lot of praise for whatever he says, so I guess he sees that speaking is worth it now.

    The early intervention team is still coming next Wednesday to assess Jack's speech and development. I must say, though, since he's had this language explosion, he hasn't been spinning or humming as much. When he hums, I hum with him at the same pitch and he thinks it's hysterical. In fact, it's so funny that he forgets he was humming at all. I've also noticed that he'll hum after he's done something he's especially proud of. And the spinning...well, it's not happening as much as it used to. I think a lot of that had to do with boredom and not knowing what to do next. It's like he was "winding up" to do something. I'm guessing it was speech. It's as if it was gnawing away at him this whole time. Now, there's a whole world to discover with words. He's so busy with that.

    I've also taught him how to snap his fingers (one of the things we did today). He loves doing it now. He also loves PlayDoh. I'm just trying to keep him busy, keep his mind learning new stuff everyday. He's such a fast learner. I sang a new song for him today and on the third time, I left out a word and he sang it where it was supposed to go. Amazing!

    Today, he got his birthday presents from My Sister; a sand table and a water table. I had the boxes in the living room when I went to fill up his cup. I heard one of them fall over and then I heard him say, "Uh-oh! No, no, no!" I could tell what had happened. When I walked over to him, I asked him what happened. He pointed to the box and told me he did it. The boy can't lie.

    He's pointing at pictures and trying to say what they are. I can't believe he's talking! I know he has a bit of a speech delay, since others his age speak in two word phrases or more. However, I'm delighted that the switch in his brain finally clicked on the speech light. It's as if he's an entirely different boy now. In a matter of two weeks, he's added a few dozen words to his vocabulary, which is more than he's ever had. Every single day, there's a new word or words added.

    He speaks more words and communicates more, in general, for me than anyone else. He has so much to tell me. And, believe me, I'm all ears.

    Monday, March 05, 2007

    Thank You, General Pulaski...

    ...for giving me the day off. Where I work, today is a holiday, paid time off. It's called Pulaski Day. General Casimir Pulaski was a hero in the Revolutionary War, so today he is honored.

    I don't know if anyone else is off today, but I'm curious. To be honest, I'd much rather go to work now and end the school year one day earlier. There are a lot of "days off" that I'd rather do away with just to end the school year earlier.

    I'll take what I can get, I guess.

    Sunday, March 04, 2007

    Say, "Cheese!"...

    Livie loves finger sandwiches.

    Jack is all smiles, unaware and unafraid of the pitbull next to him.

    Check out Livie's two bottom teeth.

    Jack is a running, moving, laughing machine.

    Oh, to be that carefree again.

    Don't let that shirt fool you. She's as opinionated as her Mother. Heh...

    Saturday, March 03, 2007

    You're Kidding, Right?...

    Many of you know that my niece, Blondie, is a medical assistant. She recently got a new job at an OB/GYN office affiliated with a prestigious hospital. And let me tell you...she has some stories that are real doozies.

    The other night, she came home after work and proceeded to tell us how her day went. A 21-year-old woman came into her office to get checked out. More specifically, she was having a colposcopy done to see if she had HPV. As it turns out, she does have HPV, which can lead to cervical cancer. That's not the kicker, though.

    The woman had sex before she went there. And the doctor had to scoop out the remnants of jizz from her cooter. Again, that's not the kicker.

    She asked if it was possible to get HPV from having a tampon in too long. You don't get HPV that way. When asked how long she had left a tampon in...

    This is the kicker.

    Three months!

    WTF? How could you NOT know that you left your tampon in for three months? Wouldn't you be able to tell upon inserting a new one? Wouldn't you feel the least bit of discomfort from it? More importantly, wouldn't it smell down there? Wouldn't he notice? (FYI-Blondie's boss says that a "forgotten" tampon smells worse than a dead body. Ewww. I know you always wanted to know that.)

    Oh. My. God. Just when you thought people couldn't be any more idiotic, someone goes and proves you wrong.

    That's beyond gross, you know. That's just unforgivable. And it's a true story. I could never make up something so asinine.

    (SIDENOTE: Blondie says that the cervix resembles the head of a penis. Interesting, huh? It sure does. I'm thinking that, in more ways than one, the male and female bodies are like puzzle pieces.)

    Friday, March 02, 2007

    Is This A Joke?...

    Clearly, the idiot that did this needs to be fired. Dontcha think? Being an English teacher, I am curious about what school system he was in. It just goes to show you that even a moron can get a job.

    Thursday, March 01, 2007

    Stream Of Consciousness...

    -Is anyone else sick and tired of the whole Anna Nicole Smith saga?

    -Did anyone else other than me think that Britney Spears has postpartum depression?

    -There's less than ten months until Christmas. Heh...

    -What in the hell is going on with Carrot Top's face lately? Ewww.

    -My son Jack will be evaluated by three therapists on March 14th to determine what his needs are. He will see a developmental therapist, a speech pathologist, and an occupational therapist in our home that day. They will determine what he needs to help him with his expressive language and his sensory integration issues. Keep your fingers crossed.

    -Livie got up at three in the morning yesterday and stayed up! That means that I didn't get much sleep, worked a full day, and felt like crap, in general. Let's hope she's not starting a new nighttime trend.

    -I feel like I'm coming down with something. And my neck is killing me. When I'm stressed out, my neck and shoulders get very, very tight. Either that, or I slept (what's that?) funny. I think it's a combination of the two.

    -I could use a dinner out alone with Hubby. We haven't done that since I was one month pregnant with Livie; she's ten months old now. Before that, the last time I went out for dinner with Hubby was when Jack was just a few months old and we were gone only an hour. Yeah...I think it's time.

    -Is it Friday yet? Yeesh.