Monthly Archive for October, 2009

2 months

I totally recommend to other parents the one-night-on, one-night-off routine. It helps to know that if you got crap for sleep last night, well, at least you can look forward to crashing tonight.

Even better is that Cash had begun sleeping through the night, so being “on” just meant getting that first feed, be it at 5am or 7am. I think it was Sunday that both boys slept until 7am. It was magical.

But Cash has been a little off this week, waking for a morning bottle at 4:15am one day and then at 1:15am this morning. Both times happened to be on Kris’ shift. I promised him that I am not in cahoots with the baby.

We hope it’s a growth spurt, because, wow had we already gotten used to him sleeping all night!

His 2-month checkup was this week and he weighed 14 pounds and measured 25” long. That’s 90+ percentile for baby boys his age. Yup, I thought he was a big boy.

When my dad took the boys over to Mama Juanita’s while Kris and I zombied it up, Cash was all smiles. Grandmother called to tell me that Granddad was nicknamed “smiling Jack” when he was a kid because he smiled so much. Kris has said he would love for Cash to have my grandfather’s smile.

Cash spends a lot of time in a bouncy seat on the kitchen table. I’d rather him sit there than perched on my shoulder because (a) it hurts my back to keep his 90+ percentile self up on my shoulder and (b) when he’s in the bouncy seat, I can see his face when I talk to him and his little smiles make my day. When he not only smiles but adds a little “ah-goo” in there, I think my chest just might explode in happiness.

Vaccine routine

When I was pregnant with Ben, somebody asked me if we planned to subject him to the regular vaccine routine. I hadn’t thought about it. They warned me of the horrors of vaccines.

It became a moot point when Kris and I chose the daycare we did. I’m a working mom, I need a good daycare, I found a good daycare and they require the kids to be up to date on vaccinations. Decision made.

I only began reading articles about the “vaccine debate” after the fact. The big worry seemed to be that vaccines could lead to autism. The science doesn’t support that.

The best and most recent article I’ve read on the matter is An Epidemic of Fear: How Panicked Parents Skipping Shots Endangers Us All.

I liked it so much that when I got to the end of the article (all seven pages!) and saw the author’s e-mail address, I sent her a message. I have done that exactly never.

When I saw Journalist’s Vaccine Article Draws Hate Mail on NPR, I was glad to have been one of the (surely all too few) strangers to reach out in kindness.

(Mr. Cash had his first round of vaccines on Monday. Lil’ trooper!)

Bung

In my crotchety early thirties, I’ve developed a good bead on identifying upfront that which will annoy me. Case in point: Bing.

I’ve mentioned before that I use the DVR so much that I rarely see commercials these days. When I do, they have a better chance at standing out to me. The initial Bing commercial was both mysterious and hilarious and had completely piqued my interest by the time it asked “What has search overload done to us?”

“What has it done to us,” I had chance to ponder in the millisecond before “bing.com” appeared onscreen, immediately followed with the tag line “it’s not just a search engine” and the Microsoft logo.

My disgust was swift and immediate. Maybe I don’t like Microsoft. Maybe I don’t like Microsoft telling me I need another search engine in my life. Maybe I’m just crotchety in my thirties.

The recaps on Television Without Pity are the first place I have seen Bing-links (a different color than regular ol’ hyperlinks and notated by a small magnifying glass). For example, this sentence from the Mad Men recaplet:

We’ll see to what degree that’s a costume soon enough.

It has nothing to do with searching for Halloween costumes. It’s about a character on television and whether or not their actions are real or show. So when the word “costume” is Binged up to link to BuyCostumes.com, it becomes advertising. Search overload much?

Today, I thought to myself, “somebody more geek-minded than me probably hates on bing, too.” Didn’t take much Googling to find this:

Bing, of course, stands for But It’s Not Google. The problem, as far as I can tell, is that it is trying to be the next Google. And the challenge for Microsoft is that there already is a next Google. It’s called Google.

Google is not seen as broken by many people, and a hundred million dollars trying to persuade us that it is, is money poorly spent. In times of change, the rule is this:

Don’t try to be the ‘next’. Instead, try to be the other, the changer, the new.

If Microsoft adds a few features and they prove popular, how long precisely will it take Google to mirror or even leapfrog those features?

[For a preview of the real next Google, check out this presentation of Google Wave.]

Seth Godin

5th Annual Zombie Parade

When Kris and I drove up for the 5th annual Zombie Parade, a cursory glance told me I knew none of the gathered zombies. (One did turn out to be a former neighbor, I just didn’t recognize him at first.) But that is what I love about the parade. What draws people who don’t know each other to dress up and convene for nothing more than a walk along the sidewalks of downtown Gadsden?

There were a lot more zombied kids this year, and I realized it really is a family-friendly event. It’s in the afternoon between naptime and bedtime. And it’s free.

The parade got off to a late start, which gave time for stragglers to arrive and also worked out well because a camera crew from CBS 42 showed up. Parade goers were all too willing to advance on the camera clamoring for brains.

Leslie is usually the parade-wrangler, but this week her beloved companion, Emmett (a.k.a. Mr. Poops), was diagnosed with liver cancer. He’s the official Zombie Parade mascot. His health was to determine if she would even be present at the parade this year, so she asked Kris to be Grand Zombie Master just in case.

Mr. Poops was indeed in attendance, pushed in a stroller. He was having a good day and it was awesome to see the littlest of zombies come over to pet him and wish him well.

I don’t know how this motley crew draws such a crowd each year, but it entertains me so. I can’t put words to how warming I find it to be pulled together with others who just love the moment of coming in costume and inhabiting the characters. One kid bit (in jest, of course) one of the guys dressed as zombie killers. Little Dead Riding Hood had a basket of ground-up hot dogs, which she fed to the assembled pups after the parade.

The weather was wonderful, too. It got a little chilly towards the end, so for the few of us who decided to eat at Jefferson’s after, we asked if it would be okay to have the dogs on the back deck (shielded from the wind as the tables on the front sidewalk are not). They gave the okay.

The Alabama-Tennessee game was ending and a table of ‘Bama fans were the only other patrons. Tennessee had just scored, eliciting a round of “Jesus, Jesus, F*ck, Sh*t” from them. (Glad Ben was with Dad!) It seemed Alabama was to lose, but when I called Dad to tell him we’d be back for the boys as soon as we ate, I didn’t get to tell him anything because Alabama blocked a Tennessee play and the whole table in front of us jumped to their feet and screamed like they were actually at the game.

Be it fake blood or a football game, it’s just good to be amongst your people.

Snippet

“Let me tell you about your son,” Miss Jeanette said to Kris this morning as he dropped off Cash.

Was she going to say something about how fussy he can get? That he seems to be more sensitive than Ben? That it appears he’s teething already? What?

“He is so sweet.”

Whew.

Last-minute

My editor popped his head in this morning and asked if I was finished with the Health & Wellness section. When I gave the affirmative, he assigned me a story about a local man who willed a set of Civil War books to a museum in Ohatchee. (Turns out another reporter was unknowingly assigned the same story, but that’s another tale.)

The museum’s grand opening is tomorrow and I thought that warranted a photo and quote from the director, so I headed out to Ohatchee. In the parking lot, I thought “hey, maybe Jaimie isn’t working at the library today.”

She was not, and when I called her and asked if she wanted to take a little field trip with me, she was game. Ohatchee is not very far, but Jaimie’s house is on the way and why drive by yourself if it ain’t necessary?

We had more fun on our little mini-adventure than should be allowed. And we both took our cameras to document the event.

Cash must be getting tuckered out at daycare; he’s slept through the night twice now. Kris put him down last night a little before 8:30pm and he didn’t wake until right before 6am.

Ben, however, arrived in stealth mode at the foot our bed around midnight and then half woke at 5 something complaining because his Croc was stuck in the mud. Lucid dream.

The wee-est one continues to grow rather quickly. Some very cute onesies will get little to no play. As most were gifts, I try to snap pics of them just to show he did in fact get to wear them. It’s kind of hard, though, to get a really cute photo of someone who is still just a blob when you set them down. Kris never seems to be home when I think “oh, I should take a photo of him in this!”

Also of difficulty is loading up both boys after daycare. It takes both of my hands to carry Cash, his empty bottles and Ben’s daily drawings out to the car, so I cannot take Ben by the hand. I am at the mercy of his compliance when I say “no, don’t jump in the puddles! You’re wearing cloth shoes!”

He does so love him some puddle jumping.

I have been rather tempted to take photos of all of his outfits, too, just so I can show you guys my awesome thrift store finds. But he is now old enough to understand what I’m doing and not care very much but not quite old enough to bribe him into posing or sitting still.

I attempted on Sunday to get a photo of him and Cash in matching shirts embroidered with their initials, a gift from the Venture Marketing ladies. Ben’s resistance to the whole thing can only be described by what GJ used to call me when I acted as such: “a complete pill.”

I always thought that was a ridiculous thing to call someone. I still think calling someone a pill is ridiculous. I also happen to think Ben was acting ridiculous at the time and so apparently calling someone a pill is perfectly appropriate.

What animal is this?

If you know Ben, you know he’s all about animals. His favorite toys are all animals. His favorite books feature animals. His favorite shows have animals in them.

Whenever a box arrives at the house, he asks “what animal is in there?” Rarely is there an animal inside, so I don’t know where he got this notion.

Sunday night, when I got Ben out of the car in the garage, he took in all the parts of the play set we are in the midst of assembling and asked what animal it makes.

“It’s not an animal,” I told him. I didn’t want to say it was a playground for our yard because with all this rain, we don’t know how long it will take us to finish.

“But it will be fun,” I promised.

In the morning, Ben asked Kris for a piece of rope in the truck so he could use it to play “on that animal” in the yard.

We’re super excited about this play set. We’d been researching them for quite some time. There did not seem to be a happy medium between the $200 or less metal sets you can find and $2,000 plus wooden sets you pay for others to assemble.

We wanted something more substantial than the metal sets because we have not only our kids but love to have friends over and some of our friends haven’t even begun creating their families yet. Our preference was for at least three swings (one of which needs to be a bucket swing) and a slide and a roof and a little area to be inside, sort of like a treehouse. Kinda choosy.

Last weekend, on a solo run to Wal Mart, I happened to park near the garden center. As I was leaving, I spotted a play set with a real roof for less than half the cost of the wooden one we planned to save up for.

I drug Kris there the next afternoon to look at it. We had looked at similarly priced ones at Academy and didn’t like they way they were made. Kris said this one felt much more sturdy. I noticed it happen to come with a bucket swing, too.

During the summer, these sets sold for about $400 more. Between the reduced price and commitments from my grandmother and Kris’ parents for Christmas money, we had it covered. Awesome!

And then it just keeps on raining so that we only have it less than half assembled. Bugger.

But it IS gonna be great.

Also great is how well Cash did on his first day at daycare. All of the ladies were so excited to meet him. They had been counting down the days to his arrival, and he was received like a celebrity baby.

What’s this? A mix?!?

On my last day of maternity leave, while Mr. Cash was snoozing away in the pack-n-play, I did the unthinkable. I fired up the PC and made a mix cd. I know! What is this, 2006? (That’s a lame joke to self – that I love making mixes and yet never seem to have time anymore since I became a mom.)

Anyway, the mom gene was still in effect because the theme of the mix (there MUST BE A THEME, you guys!) was songs I heard on maternity leave.

While it was just me and Cash hanging out at the casa, I often put the television on the Adult Alternative music channel. The “adult” part means it never gets too raucous (chosen for a sleeping baby and all).

And then I went and discovered VH1’s Jump Start kicks off at 4am.

And I watched a lot of Ellen. She has a musical guest every day.

And Kris DVRed the VMAs.

Wow, I heard like, current music and stuff. Retro! I realized these songs will always remind me of Cash’s newborn phase. (Ben is the Weepies.) A mix must be made!

So here’s what’s on the cd that I made for the car, which I am driving again (I drove the truck on leave so I could have Cash in the seat next to me when we went on solo adventures):

1. “Don’t Stop” by the cast of Glee
This song makes me so impossibly happy that the first few times I drove the car around, I never made it to the second track.

2. “Blow Away” by A Fine Frenzy
The video to this one won me over. She is just soooo pretty. Soon I liked the song, too.

3. “You Belong With Me” by Taylor Swift
First heard on the VMAs. The video makes me happy because it’s like a sweet teen movie vignette.

4. “Say Hey (I Love You)” by Michael Franti
Catchy. Saw this video a lot. It made the mix because when he performed on Ellen, he got so into it, his cap flew off and revealed dreads that reach past his waist.

5. “Melody” by Kate Earl
I had already downloaded this one for free on iTunes, but it played a lot on the music channel.

6. “Dreams” by Brandi Carlisle
I dig her and this was another music channel frequent.

7. “Fireflies” by Owl City
The video has a Speak & Spell in it! ‘Nough said.

8. “21 Guns” by Green Day
Filler. I like Green Day, saw the video a lot and am OCD that a mix needs a minimum of ten songs.

9. “Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon
Kris loved the album, so I lifted it from that playlist. Saw the video often. Good song, boring video.

10. “Last Dance” by the Raveonettes
Only heard once on the music channel, but there again, OCD and needed ten songs and liked the theme of this one since I was wrapping up my maternity leave.

And today I was back at work. Cash is gonna be eight weeks old on Thursday, so I consider him past the newborn phase and now strictly a baby. And he’s changed, too. Sleeps longer (6 or 7 hour stretch most every night) and can be content to sit in the bouncy seat awhile. His smiles, so awesome, are not yet frequent enough for my liking. More smiles, kid! They’re the best.

Proofless post

You know those photos that get taken and go on ID cards for years? I had two of those made (driver’s license and press pass) while I was pregnant. My extra thick and luxurious pregnancy locks make both photos look like I have on a wig. I lack proof to post with this, but just trust me.