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Dec 21 2012

Holiday Annoyances (half-assed)

Published by under Holiday Magic

You guys, I have no less than THREE half-written entries on my desktop. I write a bunch and intend to go back to it later, and I never do. So I’m putting this one up, even though I wasn’t done with it. Asher’s doing great – he has four teeth, he’s starting to walk a little bit, he’s eating lots of food. I have holiday pictures that I will try to remember to post. Merry Christmas!

The post office, after a run of doing very well which lulled me into a false sense of security, has lost my Christmas cards. The delivery status says “Delivered”, but the cards are emphatically not here, so…yeah. I called up to the post office and very diplomatically asked if they were perhaps holding a package for me for some reason. The guy I talked to got all my info and said he’d look into it. Ten minutes later, my mail carrier was standing at my door, acting like I had hidden my Christmas cards on purpose to get her into trouble. Geez, that guy must have ripped her a new one! I mean, not that she didn’t deserve it, because this problem isn’t exactly new, but I really didn’t expect the post office to send me my carrier for punishment. I think the best excuse she offered was “Well, maybe they are still out in the system somewhere.” I just looked at her and said “The status is marked ‘Delivered’. Does the post office often mark things as delivered if they are still in transit?” She had to admit that no, the post office does not do that, because that would negate the whole point of tracking a package. Anyway, she said she’d go check “with those other people” (meaning the family with a similar name and house number who live a mile away) and try to find out what she could, but I’m trying to resign myself to the fact that the first Christmas cards I ordered that included The Boy have been lost and there is no time to get more made. I’m really, really sad about this.

It’s hard to hold back on giving The Boy his Christmas presents, because I feel like he will enjoy his new toys and he doesn’t understand about Christmas yet, anyway. He’s only 10 months old. If it’s already this hard to wait to give him presents, I’m pretty sure the years when he’s really, really excited about Christmas are going to be torture.

I’ve been baking quite a lot for the first time in years, and it’s because we’ve decided to stay home on Christmas morning and afternoon. The evening will be spent at the in-laws’, as usual. Normally, we’d be going to Grandma’s on Christmas Day, but…Grandma’s gone. Also, The Man and I decided long ago that any children we had wouldn’t be rushed out of the house on Christmas to run all over Creation. This is not an annoyance, except I just realized I’ve been putting all of my preparatory emphasis on treats and not enough on having actual food in the house, so I need to start thinking about that, as well.

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Aug 17 2012

Everyone wants a piece.

Published by under Rants

You know, I’m kind of getting tired of every store I go into asking me if I want to give a dollar to their favorite charity. The pet store wants me to give a dollar to homeless pets. The home improvement store wants a dollar to send handicapped kids to camp. The fast food joint is collecting for muscular dystrophy. I mean, I give when I can and I give what I can, but the majority of my giving happens at and through my church. I know if I throw $20 at the lunchbag program and a few cans into the collection box, that stuff is going directly to the needy people in my own neighborhood, with very little to no administrative overhead. But, sometimes, I’ll give a dollar to homeless pets, just because I have an extra dollar and I want pets to have homes. But sometimes I don’t have the extra dollar, or I’ve already given out $10 this week and I need to stop.

A few months back, I was in Babies R Us, exchanging some stuff I’d gotten for things I needed off my registry. I ended up having to pay the difference, and sure enough, the cashier asked “Would you like to donate a dollar toward ending autism?” I knew our money was tight. I said, “No thanks” and proceeded to pay. Afterwards, I stayed at the end of the counter, putting my change and stuff away and getting organized. I heard the cashier ask the next woman in line if she’s like to donate, and she said rather loudly “Yes, I would. I’m against autism.” I looked up, and sure enough, she was looking at me.

Fuck you, lady. I’m against eating ramen noodles because I frittered all my money away on every damn business that has a hand out. I should have flipped her the bird, but instead I just said “GOOD FOR YOU” and left the store.

It puts me off when businesses try to chisel a dollar out of me, especially multi-million dollar businesses. If a local diner has a jar out for a local wounded vet, that’s one thing. If every cashier at Lowe’s is pointedly asking me for an extra buck just to guilt-trip me into giving to their own particular charity, that’s annoying. If you’re soooo concerned, pledge to donate 1% of every purchase and be done with it. Take the money out of your own pocket, big business. But no. They make the cashiers ask, because they know customers will feel guilty saying no, and they also know if someone does say no, there will most likely be a self-righteous asshole like the BRU bitch standing right there to shame them into saying yes next time.

 

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Aug 16 2012

Six Months

Published by under Parenting,Photos,The Boy,The Man

Today The Boy is six months old.

Half Birthday Picture

It’s really crazy to look back and see how different he is just six short months after we brought him home.

Homecoming day

He went to sleep tonight at 7:30 PM, and if he has a regular night, he’ll get up around 1 AM and 5 AM to eat, and he’ll get up for good around 7 AM. He is sleeping in his own room now. We moved him in there a couple of weeks ago, when he developed his first cold. He was keeping us both up, and we decided to move him so that one of us could sleep in our room while the other took a shift in his room with him. Luckily, he was only really bad for two nights, but I think that having someone with him for those two nights helped with the transition. Now, there’s no problem.

He spends some time every day playing on the floor with his toys, having a fine time, and not needing anything from me other than the reassurance that I’m right nearby.

Playing on the floor

He can crawl properly, but not consistently. He falls to one side after a few “steps”, and tends to rely mostly on army-crawling or rolling to get around in a hurry. I’m sure that won’t last long.

Working on crawling

He eats a variety of “solid” foods (how solid is baby food, really) and has liked everything we’ve given him so far with the exception of green beans, and that might have been my fault. I got the idea to try adding a little seasoning to the green beans, and it may have been that he objected to. We’re going to try them again soon. I’m making all of his baby food, and I think that’s contributed to his acceptance of most things. We gave him store-bought peas one time, and he refused to eat more than a couple of bites. But the peas I make for him? He loves them.

He smiles and laughs at us. He’s happy to see me and his dad. He really is happy to see the cat. I’m sure he thinks she’s a furry toy, and can’t understand why that toy keeps moving away from him. For her part, she tolerates him so much better than I ever dared dream. She’s quite jealous of the attention he gets, but she deals with that by glomming on to whoever is playing with him, not by attacking him.

The Boy and his jealous sister

He knows his name. If you call him, he’ll look at you, assuming that there is nothing else more interesting that he’d rather be checking out. He also knows “up”, and probably several other things that he’s keeping to himself (don’t have to respond to “no” if you don’t let on that you know what it means). I’m thinking of starting baby sign.

Hi there

There are so many other things that he does and doesn’t do, this entry would be forever long if I detailed every way that he’s awesome and all the cool stuff he does that make us proud. Suffice to say, it’s been a wonderful six months. Our baby is growing up quite well. He’s handsome and strong, and loving and sweet, and such a good boy. We love him so much.

Such a big boy

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Aug 03 2012

Goodbye, Little Old Lady Cat

Published by under Pets

Yesterday morning, our little clockwork kitty tik-tokked to a stop. Her mainspring had failed, and despite our willingness to attempt a fix, the repairman said there was nothing to be done. All we could do was pet her as she wound down and let her know that she had been one of the very best parts of our lives.

Destiny, August 1 2012

 

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Jul 27 2012

Did you know this blog is wicked?

If ever I feel like maybe I don’t have anything interesting to say, and that no one likes me, all I have to do is open up my comments spam and let the loving words of the spambots reassure me that yes, I am awesome and helpful. I do get the normal just walls of text advertising male enhancements or fake passports, but mixed in with all of them are marvelous complimentary spams such as:

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Tonight, I’m solo parenting The Boy, because The Man is out watching “The Dark Knight Rises”. Solo parenting at night is easy, because The Boy has started wanting to go to bed at 8 PM, and he generally sleeps until between 3:30 AM and 5:00 AM. That’s when it gets tricky, because sometimes he doesn’t want to go back to sleep. It’s hard to communicate “This is not play time, this is sleep time!” to a 5 1/2 month old. He doesn’t care that it’s 4:45 AM, a truly ungodly hour that I would prefer not to meet in a concious state.

My dad was just up for a visit, and he stayed here for a few nights, which he’s never done before. The Boy took to him really well, and vice versa. They are buddies.

I really should try to sleep. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. We have to be three places, and they are not places that are close to each other. I hope The Boy is up for this, because if he’s not, it’s really going to suck.

(On a side note, I made these brownies tonight. They are currently setting up in the fridge. I really hope they live up to the hype. I mean, if you call something “Crack Brownies”, they better be amazing).

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