Dudes.
What is up with the box of tissues in the back window of the car? You're driving. and everything seems normal, but then suddenly you're smack-dab behind brake lights and a kleenex box. Sometimes it's even in an ornate metal box, and sometimes it's accompanied by a windowful of stuffed animals, but not always.
Why? Are the tissues for the driver? Because if so, that's a hell of a distance from the steering wheel. Are they for the backseat passengers? Who is driving so many carfuls of cold-infested and/or weepy people that they feel compelled to drive around with Kleenex at all times for them? I can think of several items stored back there that would be more useful to me than tissues, such as snacks, magazines, and alcohol, not necessarily in that order.
Are you a Kleenex driver? Or do you know someone who is? I'm not maligning them (ok, yes I am, but just a little). I just really want to understand. 'Splain, please.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
deep thoughts about nothing
Howdy-do!
Look, it has just been, like REALLY hard to blog with this whole toddler-and-a-newborn-thing. Like, rilly rilly rilly. I'll stop making excuses now. You'll hear from me, you know, sometimes. And then, other times? You won't.
Things I've been meaning to blog about:
Toddlers/preschoolers are weird. And hilarious. The other day, Lulu put a dishtowel on her head and announced to me, "I'm a vegetable." And I was impressed, because given her strong track record for not eating foods in which "high fructose corn syrup" is the first ingredient, the girl is likely not to recognize a really-for-true vegetable. I was like, "Oh, yeah? What kind of vegetable are you?" And she answered, "I'm a cat watermelon."
(Actually, last week at a birthday party, just after birthday cake had been cut and served, Lulu wandered into the kitchen and asked the hostess for... green beans. I'm assuming green beans had figured prominently in a recent episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, because I can assure you my kid hasn't actually eaten one. But, yeah, it was impressive, and for a brief, shining moment, I was THAT parent.)
Babies are adorable. And wide awake. Hunter is almost 11 weeks old, and at his 2 month checkup two weeks ago, he weighed in at a whopping 14 pounds, 7 ounces. Which is, um, A LOT for a 10-week-old baby. He blew past all his newborn and 0-3 month clothes and is now primarily in 6 month sizes. And it's all me, baby -- the kid is 99% breastfed. I have no magic to ascribe this to, unless you count all the fun size Hershey's cookies and cream bars I've been snarfing down lately.
He's a chunk and he's absolutely adorable. He screams a lot, it's true, but that's because he suffers from reflux, just like his older sister did, and though he's on Zantac to ease the pain, it still hurts the little bugger. But when he's not screaming, he's smiling, and cooing, and laughing, especially when he sees Lulu, and it is just amazing. He's sleeping fairly well at night, thanks for asking, but during the day he's awake. A lot. It's hard to sleep through the shrill cries of "MAMA, THE BABY'S AWAKE NOW!" Hey, thanks for letting me know, Lulu.
God, what else did I want to talk about? I'm obsessed with swine flu, and have become absolutely militant about hand-washing, Purelling, coughing into your elbow, not licking doorknobs, publicly humiliating the flu-infested and refraining from nose-picking. You want to walk into my house, Grandma? Not until you've bathed yourself in this here hand sanitizer. Shake my hand? You're better off sticking that hand up your own ass. Two hours of working at the neighborhood playgroup finds me immersed in a Lysol bath later. Germs. Germs!
Lulu's Mickey Mouse obsession isn't waning, but her Mickey Mouse costume obsession is. From October 28 - November 2, my darling daughter donned mouse ears, white gloves, a tail, and a puffy MM costume every day. Grocery store, library, playground, school... you name it, we rocked the Mickey everywhere. By yesterday, I feared it was no longer a costume, it was now a lifestyle. But today, I put my foot down, and she wore a t-shirt and jeans. It was pretty damn cute, actually, but I was getting tired of undoing the velcro every time I needed to change her diaper...
... which reminds me that potty training? It's not going well. I have more to say about it, but, oh god, not now.
Anywho, I haven't typed this much in a long time, and goddamn, my fingers are seriously cramping. More later. Ciao.
Look, it has just been, like REALLY hard to blog with this whole toddler-and-a-newborn-thing. Like, rilly rilly rilly. I'll stop making excuses now. You'll hear from me, you know, sometimes. And then, other times? You won't.
Things I've been meaning to blog about:
Toddlers/preschoolers are weird. And hilarious. The other day, Lulu put a dishtowel on her head and announced to me, "I'm a vegetable." And I was impressed, because given her strong track record for not eating foods in which "high fructose corn syrup" is the first ingredient, the girl is likely not to recognize a really-for-true vegetable. I was like, "Oh, yeah? What kind of vegetable are you?" And she answered, "I'm a cat watermelon."
(Actually, last week at a birthday party, just after birthday cake had been cut and served, Lulu wandered into the kitchen and asked the hostess for... green beans. I'm assuming green beans had figured prominently in a recent episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, because I can assure you my kid hasn't actually eaten one. But, yeah, it was impressive, and for a brief, shining moment, I was THAT parent.)
Babies are adorable. And wide awake. Hunter is almost 11 weeks old, and at his 2 month checkup two weeks ago, he weighed in at a whopping 14 pounds, 7 ounces. Which is, um, A LOT for a 10-week-old baby. He blew past all his newborn and 0-3 month clothes and is now primarily in 6 month sizes. And it's all me, baby -- the kid is 99% breastfed. I have no magic to ascribe this to, unless you count all the fun size Hershey's cookies and cream bars I've been snarfing down lately.
He's a chunk and he's absolutely adorable. He screams a lot, it's true, but that's because he suffers from reflux, just like his older sister did, and though he's on Zantac to ease the pain, it still hurts the little bugger. But when he's not screaming, he's smiling, and cooing, and laughing, especially when he sees Lulu, and it is just amazing. He's sleeping fairly well at night, thanks for asking, but during the day he's awake. A lot. It's hard to sleep through the shrill cries of "MAMA, THE BABY'S AWAKE NOW!" Hey, thanks for letting me know, Lulu.
God, what else did I want to talk about? I'm obsessed with swine flu, and have become absolutely militant about hand-washing, Purelling, coughing into your elbow, not licking doorknobs, publicly humiliating the flu-infested and refraining from nose-picking. You want to walk into my house, Grandma? Not until you've bathed yourself in this here hand sanitizer. Shake my hand? You're better off sticking that hand up your own ass. Two hours of working at the neighborhood playgroup finds me immersed in a Lysol bath later. Germs. Germs!
Lulu's Mickey Mouse obsession isn't waning, but her Mickey Mouse costume obsession is. From October 28 - November 2, my darling daughter donned mouse ears, white gloves, a tail, and a puffy MM costume every day. Grocery store, library, playground, school... you name it, we rocked the Mickey everywhere. By yesterday, I feared it was no longer a costume, it was now a lifestyle. But today, I put my foot down, and she wore a t-shirt and jeans. It was pretty damn cute, actually, but I was getting tired of undoing the velcro every time I needed to change her diaper...
... which reminds me that potty training? It's not going well. I have more to say about it, but, oh god, not now.
Anywho, I haven't typed this much in a long time, and goddamn, my fingers are seriously cramping. More later. Ciao.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
oink, again
Am loving this article I found courtesy of my bud KC. Who is a DOCTOR. And who just got her own H1N1 vax today.
I wish more parents would read this.
I wish more parents would read this.
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