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  • Thursday, January 31, 2008

    I'm Sorry, I Can't Hear You...

    ...because my teeth are chattering too loud!

    Anyone that's been following the weather or paying any attention to the news knows we've got some seriously cold weather here in Chicago. The conditions on Tuesday night were downright dangerous. Snow, 50mph winds, temperatures in the negative digits...WTF?

    I suppose I could move, but I like experiencing four seasons a year. And Chicago, despite its grueling winters, is relatively safe weatherwise. It isn't likely that tornadoes will ever be ripping through our city or hurricanes devastating our homes or 8.0 earthquakes making the city a disaster area.

    So, we put up with the winters here and it makes us stronger; crazier, but stronger, I guess. Plus, I want my kids to know winter, like I did growing up (no offense to my warmer climate friends). What's Christmas without snow and blistering cold weather? I don't know if I could have it any other way.

    Yeah, a 62 degree sunrise would be nice year-round, but where else are you going to have a 50 degree temperature difference on a normal day?

    I must be crazy to live here, but I'm among fellow crazies here. Heh.

    Wednesday, January 30, 2008

    Piss & Vinegar...

    This is sooooo going to be me in 62 years, except for the whole church part (but we're not getting into that right now). Read on.

    Toward the end of the church service, the minister asked, "How many of you have forgiven your enemies?"

    About 80% held up their hands.

    The minister then repeated the question and all responded by raising their hands except one small, elderly lady.

    "Mrs. Jones? Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?", the minister asked.

    "I don't have any", she replied, smiling sweetly.

    "Mrs. Jones, that is indeed unusual. How old are you?"

    "Ninety-eight" she replied.

    "Mrs. Jones, would you come down front and tell the congregation how a person can live for ninety-eight years and not have an enemy in the world?"

    The little lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, smiled sweetly and said,

    "I outlived the bitches."

    Tuesday, January 29, 2008

    11:16 a.m....

    Your Birthdate: January 29

    You have the mind of an artist, even if you haven't developed the talent yet.
    Expressive and aware, you enjoy finding new ways to share your feelings.
    You often feel like you don't fit in - especially in traditional environments.
    You have big dreams. The problem is putting those dreams into action.
    Your strength: Your vivid imagination
    Your weakness: Fear of failure
    Your power color: Coral
    Your power symbol: Oval
    Your power month: November

    Thirty-six candles today. I used to be cool. Sigh...

    Monday, January 28, 2008

    For All My Friends In The Healthcare Industry...

    Songs From The Hospital Hit Parade*:

    "I'll be Sewing You"
    "Red Cells in the Sunset"
    "It's Spleen a Long, Long Time"
    "It Had to Be Flu"
    "On the Bonny Banks of Glaucoma"
    "Gonna Take a Sentimental Gurney"
    "The Staphs and Streps Forever"
    "Old Man's Liver"
    "I've Grown Accustomed to Her Brace"
    "The Girl from Emphysema"
    "MRI Blue?"
    "My Melancolicky Baby"
    "From Here to Maternity"

    Care to add any?

    (SIDENOTE: Um, yeah...a totally lame post intended to get my mind off my 36th birthday coming up on Tuesday. One year older, another hundred gray hairs given to me by one toddler and one preschooler, a few more wrinkles...but my body's still rockin', so I should be happy. Right? Whatever. It's still 36, the upswing to 40. Gah.)

    Sunday, January 27, 2008

    Well, That Explains A Lot...

    Jack has been going through this hitting, kicking, and biting phase lately. And he also pulls Livie's hair now. When he pulls Livie's hair, she yells at him and runs for me, telling me, "Jack hit you." I don't like this aggressiveness he's displaying and it's very hard to reason with an almost-three-year-old. It's as if he's not human sometimes.

    The past few days, he's been a bear. He's been lashing out, crabby, difficult to calm down, refusing to nap, screaming and yelling at us, night waking, and hitting, on top of it all. And he's had the shits. And he hasn't been able to shake this cold he has.

    I gave him a Tylenol yesterday because he had a horrendous day while Hubby was watching them when I was at work. He seemed much calmer afterward. He would only eat mashed potatoes at dinner, though.

    For shits and giggles, I decided to check his mouth today. I saw the teeny-tiny point of a brand new molar on the upper left side of his mouth emerging. It has just reared its ugly head and seems to be the source of much of Jack's angst. So, today I gave him Tylenol during the day and ibuprofen before he went to bed.

    He had a good day today, with the exception of not taking his nap and having the typical 4pm meltdown because of it. I think once I realized what his issue was (the new molar), he felt better that I'd figured it out.

    He might feel better that the pressure isn't as bad now that one of the tips of that molar has popped through his gum, but that isn't helping him graduate out of his hitting phase. That is driving me nuts.

    Both kids have cut teeth this week...Livie got a new canine and Jack is getting a new molar. So, how come I'm not the one who's crabby? Yeesh.

    Saturday, January 26, 2008

    Seven Random Things About Me...

    Shari has tagged me and I'm going to play along. Here are seven random things you may or may not know about me:

    1. I rarely drink anything while I eat. I may have a glass of water near me, but I rarely drink it while I'm eating. Weird, huh? I guess I just eat too fast to even feel the need to "wash it down."

    2. I have Morton's toes. I can pick up virtually anything with my feet and I do it everyday. Basically, this trait was seen among the Neanderthals and judging from the fact that I have Type O Positive blood (which is also the oldest blood type), I am probably more like a cavewoman than I care to admit. The French say that having a second toe that's longer than your big toe is a trait of the highly intelligent. (Hey, Orphie! Now you know what it's called!)

    3. I can read, write, and speak Spanish, but not fluently.

    4. I have an idea for a book I'd like to write, but I can't tell you what it is yet. I will one day write a book; it's part of my plan.

    5. I'm a creature of habit. Every night, I get my coffee pot ready so that the coffee is made when I wake up. I don't even have to press any buttons; it's on a timer. I also set out all my vitamins and take them first thing in the morning. And after I put the kids to bed, I set out my clothes and the kids' clothes for the following day.

    6. I absolutely cannot live without Q-Tips. I have to use them in my ears every day after I get out of the shower or my day is completely shot to shit.

    7. I like to eat my spaghetti cold.

    What about you? Care to play along? C'mon, bare your soul. What have you got to lose? If you do post your seven random things about yourself, let me know. I wanna see!

    Friday, January 25, 2008

    Does The Road To Wellville Exist?...

    Ugh. I'm sick. I have finally gotten the cold the kids have been passing back and forth to each other for months.

    So much for Mommy Immunity.

    I've been taking Airborne for two days now and it's not really helping. I suppose it could be worse, but why should it be at all?

    Two nights ago, Jack was up every hour and a half for whatever reason. It drove me crazy. It was like having a newborn all over again. Livie cut another tooth (her third canine; there's one more to go), but she hasn't been very fussy about it. I live for those small favors, you know.

    All in all, I'm just sick and tired of all the sick and tired in this house. Colds have been passed back and forth in this house since September of last year. I swear there's only a week between each bout and it's getting ridiculous. When are we all just going to be better at the same time? I can't even imagine what it will be like once they're both in school. I'm guessing they're going to be sick all the time.

    Excuse me. I must go blow my nose for the 234th time today. Gah.

    Thursday, January 24, 2008

    Three Years Ago...

    Yeah, that was me. Gosh, I sure do miss it. There's something so powerful and humbling about carrying a child. I only wish everyone in the world could know that feeling.

    Wednesday, January 23, 2008

    Forgive Me For Being Crass, Insensitive, & Completely Inappropriate...

    ...but when I found this out, I couldn't help but think, "Man, that would've been a lot of Dead Pool points."

    Whoever would've seen that one coming? He was only 28 and had a 2-year-old daughter.

    Wow.

    Tuesday, January 22, 2008

    Meet Henry...

    Livie drew this today. When I asked her what it was, she said, "Henry."


    Henry is the penguin on the Noggin cartoon, "Oswald." See below.

    She's only 21 months old. Eerie.

    Monday, January 21, 2008

    Gigglebus & Butterfly...

    Lately, I've been calling Jack, "Butterfly." He's so fascinated with butterflies that the nickname seems appropriate. In fact, I'm thinking about getting another tattoo...a butterfly, of course. On the back of my neck.

    And Livie...I've been calling her, "Gigglebus." She's been walking around singing it for weeks. What is it? "Jingle Bells." And I suppose that's an appropriate nickname for her, too. She is very festive, very sparkly, and very "jingly." I swear, that kid lights up any room she walks into. She has it.

    And if I'm even remotely thinking of getting a tattoo for Jack, I should get one for Liv, too. How would one tattoo a "Gigglebus?" Heh.

    I thought about the Chinese symbol for "Mother," but I also want something unique for each kid. Their initials? I must think about this some more. Hmmm...

    Sunday, January 20, 2008

    For My Southpaw Friends...

    I am not gifted, but my son is. Out of curiousity, how many of you are lefties?

    Saturday, January 19, 2008

    Time Keeps On Slippin'...

    In ten days, I'll be turning 36. I used to be cool, you know. Gah.

    Where the hell did all that time go?

    36? Fuck.

    Friday, January 18, 2008

    Sold...

    My elliptical was sold a couple of days ago and the guy picked it up today. While I miss it, I'm okay with it being gone. My intentions of using it in the beginning after I had Jack were good, but as soon as I could use it, I got pregnant with Liv. After that, it became pretty much a coatrack. Having two babies back-to-back, who had time to work out?

    We made a little money off it and it'll go toward Jack's behavior therapy, so it was a good sell.

    Now, I can make, yet another room, into a playroom for my kids. When I think about it, the whole house is one big playroom for them. What's another room? I have to find a table and chairs for the little people in this house and maybe a double-sided easel, too. I'm going to check my teacher catalogs. The office is the perfect place for them to do their "work."

    I'm a bit relieved it's gone. All that time I didn't use it, it was just staring at me, mocking me for letting it collect dust. However, I mocked it right back by fitting into a size 6 without it. Ha!

    And I made money off the bastard, so there. Who's laughing now?

    (I guess the sarcasm is just my way of convincing myself to not feel guilty about never having used it when I had the chance. Oh, well. Coulda, shoulda, woulda. Right?)

    Thursday, January 17, 2008

    I Never Did Tell You About Larry...

    Larry is one of our custodians at the school. He's a tall, lanky, African-American man in his fifties and has grown children. Whenever I need anything done, Larry is always on top of it. Whatever I need, Larry gets for me ASAP. You'll see why in a minute.

    About this time last year, I was pumping breastmilk for Livie in our library's office. I had a key to the room, which became the "lactation room," thanks to me. Do you see where this is going?

    One day, Larry walked in while I was pumping. He took one look at me, one look at the breastpump, and had no idea what in the hell was going on. He told me he just wanted to get the garbage out of the can that was next to me. He hadn't quite seen what was going on yet. I told him he'd have to come back later. And, again, he told me he just wanted to get the garbage. I said, "No, really Larry. You can come back later."

    And then it dawned on him. To this day, I don't think he understood what was happening. I think it just freaked him out that a woman's nipples could do that because of a machine.

    And now you know why Larry takes care of me. I bet he still has nightmares. Heh.

    Wednesday, January 16, 2008

    Testing...

    You must try this test. My niece Blondie sent it to me. It says I'm 32.1% smarter than average.

    Hmmm...

    So, I navigated around the website and found this to be quite fun, if you like words. And I'm psychic, too.

    Oh, I'm just havin' too much fun with these. Thanks, Blondie!

    Tuesday, January 15, 2008

    Matches My Heart...



    Which Colour Represents You???
    created with QuizFarm.com

    You scored as Black

    Although black is stereotyped as a very depressing colour, this is not always the case. Black represents fashion, elegance and at occasions, pride. This color shows that you are very serious about life and sometimes like to stand in the background and watch what is happening, but you are not afraid to intervene when you feel the situation needs your help. You are serious.


    Black


    83%

    Red


    78%

    Green


    78%

    Purple


    78%

    Blue


    66%

    Pink


    56%

    Yellow


    55%

    White


    44%

    Orange


    33%


    Monday, January 14, 2008

    Creative Thinking...

    Jack refers to these as "Sewer Cookies."
    Think about it. That's pretty smart. I never thought of it before, but an Oreo cookie really does look like a sewer cap.
    How's that for thinking outside the box? For Jack, there really is no "box" to think outside of because the "box" doesn't exist.
    Hmmm. I could learn a lot from this kid.

    Sunday, January 13, 2008

    Maturity...

    Jack had his OT evaluation and discharge summary last week. Even though he's not yet three years old, they do the OT eval a little early. He'll still continue to get therapy until he turns three. His OT eval turned out to be wonderful! He's come so far in such a short amount of time. With Jack, I think his maturity comes into play with many of his issues. I truly believe I have a late bloomer on my hands.

    His OT evaluation was done by his therapist and her supervisor. The day it was done, I emailed the supervisor to see if she could email me a copy of it. She did quite quickly and had some wonderful things to say about him and his progress. So, I forwarded that email to his therapist so she could get it right away. She read it that evening and this is what she wrote back to me:


    Wow, I'm so proud of Jack and I know you and Hubby must be too!! (Supervisor) and I spoke after we saw him on Thursday and she and I agreed that Jack will continue to make great strides in all areas as he matures. In fact, (Supervisor) shared with me that she has seen time and time again children who have symptoms of autistic behaviors and just grow out of them as they mature. I feel Jack has a brilliant mind and as he grows, he will continued to reveal his intelligence, in school and in life.

    For me, it has been a great pleasure to work with Jack. He has given me so much more than I may have given to him. They say that every person you have had an encounter with will influence you in some way, as young as he is, he has influenced me in many ways. Jack has helped me to grow professionally; He has challenged me to be more creative and thoughtful in my approach, and he has taught me to be sensitive to recognizing his subtle ways of saying "I need a break". He has also taught me to embrace the different ways we all learn and that we all have great things to offer as long as we are given the opportunity. Jack is blessed to have such great parents who have always given him the opportunities to succeed and have helped him to develop his creativity and learning style. I know Jack will do great in life!!

    I hope this is not our final good bye!! I would like to keep in touch to hear about all of Jack's successes as he matures into a school aged boy.

    Thanks for always accepting me into your home and giving me the opportunity to work with your children (Liv too!!).


    And there you have it in a nutshell. It all boils down to maturity and in the end, it'll all even out. We've done a great job, all of us! And it was so nice to receive such a lovely email from his OT. Jack sure will miss her, but for now, he still has one month left of OT. I have a feeling it's going to be a great month for him.

    Saturday, January 12, 2008

    Breathtaking Scenery...

    Really, I'm in shock right now. I can't believe the shit that happened today. The Department of Forestry came out to the house to cut down two of our five trees because they were pretty much dead. Some sort of disease killed them, so they had to go. There was a third that was "sick," but it wasn't slated to be cut down. One of the things that attracted me to this house was the five large red maple trees. They provided shade and have beautiful leaves, a deep crimson red.
    We had been waiting for months for these two trees to be removed. They came today and they accidentally cut down the wrong tree, so now I have only two trees left instead of three. Had they read their paperwork properly or even listened to my husband tell them they were wrong, they would've spared the life of one of the trees because it wasn't dead or anywhere near dying. I'm so pissed.
    When my husband had gone out there to tell them they were making a huge mistake, they told him he was wrong. Several minutes later, they knocked on the door and apologized for their error. Duh. THAT'S what happens when you can't read your orders!
    Thanks to the Department of Forestry, we won't have any shade at all in our backyard and Jack's room will be lit up like a Christmas tree all day. Our cooling costs will go through the roof in the summer. And I have absolutely no shade in my kitchen now. And that means the sun will beat in through my skylight now that there's no shade from the trees. I can't wait to get the electric bill in the summer.
    I took the following pictures with my phone:

    This was my view pulling into my garage. The missing tree closest to the garage should never have been cut down. Now there's two trees left on the parkway on the side of my house and they just look plain stupid.


    And this is the view out my front door. It's a fucking mess!
    When I left for work this morning, I had five beautiful, large, red maple trees. This afternoon, I had two. And right now, I have a headache and can't bear to look out my windows. Sigh...

    How difficult was it for these guys to follow simple written orders? Talk about fucking up! It just makes me so sad.

    Friday, January 11, 2008

    Why Would Anyone Do This To Themselves?...

    There's tan, and then there's leather. The boy's expression is exactly my reaction to this woman. Why would anyone want to look like this? And, more importantly, what makes her think people want to see her in a bikini? Ugh.

    Thursday, January 10, 2008

    A Good Sign...

    Yesterday's appointment went pretty well. I've opted to go to the two-and-a-half hour Saturday sessions, although they won't begin until March 29th. It's the earliest they had available. The behavioral therapy will last for eight weeks and it'll be like going to school. Jack will be with other little kids in the beautiful playroom they have; I'll be in a classroom working with other parents. Each week, we'll have a reading assignment for homework and test out some of the suggestions from it at home. The following week, we discuss the results, findings, etc. It should be interesting.

    Basically, they teach us to use the same language they do so that it's consistent for Jack. The program works because I know people who've gone through it. The Saturday program is more intense because it's shorter and it's a little more expensive.

    Okay. It's pretty fucking expensive, but I'm damn sure it's going to be worth it. I'm selling my elliptical. That's how convinced I am that it's going to work. Besides, the elliptical is nothing but a coatrack now and it's taking up valuable space in my office. I plan on having a little art center for the kids in its place.

    So, that's how things went. Jack was very, very good while he was there. He actually had to go into the playroom and I had to go down the hall to an office for the intake interview. Jack didn't fuss, to my knowledge. When I got done with the interview, I went to the playroom and Jack had already taken his shoes off. He was playing at the sand table. Although he wasn't socializing with the other three kids that were there, he didn't pitch a fit, either. So, I'm happy.

    The only problem arose when I told him we had to leave. He looked up at me, stuck his lower lip out as far as he could, and cried. He said that he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay and have more fun. I felt bad that we had to go, but he was fine with it after a couple of minutes. He didn't throw a tantrum or scream; he was just sad. And then we went to McDonald's a brought home some cheeseburgers, fries, and chicken nuggets for him and Liv.***

    If that's not a good sign, I don't know what is.

    ***The boy devoured a whole cheeseburger and FIVE chicken nuggets! I don't know where he's been putting all this food he's been eating lately. He is looking a bit rounder these days, though.

    Wednesday, January 09, 2008

    The Food Of Love...

    Yesterday at playgroup, Jack decided that he was going to cooperate during Circle Time. He not only sat in the circle, he sang the songs in perfect pitch, word for word, AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS! He truly shined. This boy has come out of his shell with a bang. It may come in handy at our appointment later today.

    And Livie ended all the rhymes and songs to the amazement of the other adults there; she also used the appropriate hand movements with each song, as usual.

    These kids have been exposed to so much music in their short lives that it doesn't surprise me one bit that they gravitate toward it. Plus, it's in their genes; my Mother is a musician.

    "If music be the food of love, play on."
    -William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

    Tuesday, January 08, 2008

    Better Than I Thought...

    Well, I think I missed the kids more than they missed me. I thought about them all day long and wondered how they were. After being home with them for two weeks, I felt homesick all day. I finally called our Nanny and she told me that everything was fine. Jack was great for her, although I'd prepared him for it all weekend. He even took a nap for her! Livie was a bit "off," like she didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't crying or anything. She seems to know that Mommy always comes back, so she wasn't upset.

    When I got home, Jack ran up to me and said, "Mommy's home! We're going to have a party!" And Livie hugged me so hard I thought I was going to break.

    That welcome from them melted my heart. And we wound up having a wonderful evening together, too. They ate like pigs; snuggled like never before; and they got ready for bed without so much as a fuss.

    It feels great to be their Mommy.

    Monday, January 07, 2008

    Gearing Up For The Week...

    It figures. The day before I go back to work, both babies decide to take naps! If you read yesterday's post, you understand what I mean. I was able to get a lot done, though, to prepare for this week (for work and for school). I only wish I could've gotten a nap, too. Sigh...
    That's okay. I'm taking Wednesday off because Jack and I have our intake interview at Tuesday's Child. It's a morning appointment, so it's not like I'll be sleeping late or anything (whatever that is). Of course, I'll try to sneak in a nap, if I can. A girl can dream, you know. I hate walking in to work and telling them that I need to take a day off this week. I met with them a few weeks ago and I was able to get the next earliest appointment, though, so I couldn't pass it up. Wish us luck.
    In other news, it seems that everyone around here loves Elmo...

    Yeah, even Java loves Elmo. Heh.

    Sunday, January 06, 2008

    A Week Without Naps...

    All week long, my son Jack would not take a nap. He did last week, but this week he downright refused. I guess having Mommy home is so much fun, why sleep? You might miss something. He would, however, lie on the bed and ask me to lie down with him. We'd just watch TV and cuddle. While that's not equivalent to a nap, it's still downtime. At times, though, I had to make him to stay in the bed just so he could rest for even a half hour. He's not ready to give up his nap yet, even if he thinks he is.

    I'm grateful Livie napped all week; it was anywhere from an hour to two, once a day. Jack, on the other hand, ran me ragged. When he doesn't get a nap, he's a major crabass by 4pm, even if he "rests." And I make him stay up until 7pm, but he falls asleep instantly and sleeps for about twelve hours straight.

    I sure missed the naps I was taking when he'd take his, though. I guess I should be happy that Jack didn't let me fall into too deep a groove. After all, I do have to go back to work on Monday.

    I just feel sorry for our Nanny next week. Jack's going to be a bear and Liv is probably going to go on a hunger strike (yeah, right). Jack and Liv are both going to really miss me when I'm at work. All that snuggle time in the bed will just have to wait until I get home at 3:30pm each day. It'll be that much sweeter.

    I wonder when my spring vacation is...

    Saturday, January 05, 2008

    Causes Of Madness In The 18th Century...

    1. Moving into a new home
    2. Squeezing a pimple
    3. Old age
    4. Childbirth
    5. The menstrual cycle
    6. Shrinkage of hemorrhoids
    7. Misuse of mercury
    8. Disappointment in love
    9. Masturbation
    10. Bloodletting

    Is this really any different from today?

    Friday, January 04, 2008

    Politicians Are Dirty...

    Here are a dozen people who were known syphillitics. Do we see a trend here?

    1. Adolf Hitler
    2. Benito Mussolini
    3. Czar Ivan the Terrible
    4. Queen Cleopatra
    5. Emperor Commodus
    6. Queen Elizabeth I
    7. King George I
    8. King Henry VIII
    9. Mary Queen of Scots
    10. Czar Peter the Great

    You know you always wanted to know this.

    *Update: The Booby Prize goes to Blondie, who pointed out in her comment, yes a dozen is twelve. I, indeed, have ten listed. Shoot me. This slip is a result of Jack not having a nap for five days in a row and me chasing him around like a crazy woman. Gah.

    Thursday, January 03, 2008

    Snuggle Time...

    Since I've been home on break, the kids have been talking up a storm. Sometimes, I can't believe what comes out of their little mouths.

    Livie knows her first and last name. She knows all the social graces of please, excuse me, thank you, sorry, etc. She will also come up to us and say, "Hi, (insert name here). How are you?" It's the cutest thing. She's singing songs and reciting nursery rhymes left and right. Sometimes I forget that she's only twenty months old. She repeats what I say and then uses it appropriately later on. She's such a sponge. That's why she knows how to swear properly.

    Jack has been quite vocal lately, too. This boy never stops talking. He. Never. Stops. A year ago, I was crying that he didn't talk at all. Now, he's nonstop. Sometimes it's gibberish; sometimes it's in the context of pretend play; sometimes it's a full conversation. Yesterday, he told me, "Take your time. You don't have to rush. But I don't want to take my time." Who is this boy? I still have my worries about this boy, but I've talked to his DT who tells me that Jack is going to be just fine. She should know; she's seen thousands of kids. To her, Jack just needs a little fine tuning here and there, but she doesn't believe anything is wrong. I asked her if she thought Jack would be okay in life and she said she didn't have any worries about him. He marches to his own drum and that's okay.

    So, all in all, I've been enjoying my break. The kids can make me nuts and they can make me happy in the same minute. I guess it's the snuggle time in the bed that makes all the tantrums worth it. They just can't get enough of their Mama. And that makes me dread Monday morning when I have to go back to work. How I wish that snuggle time could last forever...

    Wednesday, January 02, 2008

    For All You Math Freaks...

    Personally, I'm allergic to math, so I would've come up with a smart-assed answer like this one if this problem were on a test. I only wish I'd thought of this poster first. Heh.

    Tuesday, January 01, 2008

    Indicative?...

    If yesterday was any indication of what 2008 will be like, I'm all for it.

    Jack ate broccoli for dinner. Let me repeat that. Jack ate broccoli for dinner. Of course, that's not the only thing he had, but it might as well have been. He ate a hearty wheat bread and some french fries, but for the most part, he chowed down mostly on broccoli. I forgot to mention that the night before last, he actually ate two foot-long hot dogs for dinner, no bun, of course. Yeah, you read that right. Two foot-long hot dogs. Huh? Who is this boy and what did he do with my son? I think he just might be growing again. Heh.

    He also jumped over a thousand times yesterday (yes, I really was counting throughout the day) on the trampoline he got for Christmas. He's much more settled when he has lots of physical activity.

    And Livie was busy, busy, busy making brownies and cakes and all of our meals and setting her table for her tea parties. She loves her new kitchen set and play food and groceries. She has an amazing imagination! I've never seen anything like it.

    So, here's to hoping that 2008 will be full of joy, hope, and good news for all of us, everywhere. A new year always brings a fresh start with it. Let's hope it's a better one than the last. In the Eatmisery home, if last night was any indication of what 2008 will be like, then I think it's going to be a wonderful and surprising (in a good way) year for all of us.

    Happy 2008, my Internet friends!