Today we saw our awesome pediatrician for Nate's 9 month checkup. I had to laugh as she told me about how she is trying to get pregnant and rumors are flying around her office that she IS pregnant. Go figure. Anyway our monster kiddo is 22 lbs and 31 inches tall. 75% weight and way off the chart on height. His head is pretty big too at 95%. But his growing taller seems to have slowed a bit since previous visits. Dr. Amy couldn't promise me a future NBA star.
What 5 Things do you miss about your childhood?
But first the rules to this meme game: Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.
1. Lu's News http://luann919.blogspot.com
2. Marti http://marti2212.blogspot.com/
3. Ivy Tied Up http://www.ivytiedup.com
4. Redhead Mommy http://redheadmommy.blogspot.com
5. WaterWaterEverywhere http://waterwatereverywhere.blogspot.com/
Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate).
1. mcg http://mcgibfried.blogspot.com/
2. The Deep Freeze http://thedeepfreeze.blogspot.com/
3. Attractive Nuisance http://attractivenuisanceblog.blogspot.com/
4. Prattoons http://prattoons.blogspot.com/
5. Revolt http://mehfehblah.blogspot.com/
Ok, let's play.
1. My dad. Obvious one. I miss the stupid names he made up for me, like "Monkey Fuzzball". I miss how he pulled on my ponytails as I walked by. I miss how he made me sit on the edge of his bed while he was supposed to be sleepin' so he could hug me and tell me stuff. I miss how he thought he could still play softball with young guys from work/church when he was over 40 and would come home with aches and pains. Ok that's enough I guess.
2. Birthdays. My parents always really did them up, with lots of presents and cake and parties, etc. My grandparents always gave me great gifts too. As much as I try to explain this to hubby, he still doesn't quite get it. He tries sometimes, but mostly falls short in this area. His family wasn't into big birthday to-dos.
3. Being skinny. Having a fast metabolism. I can't say I ever had a great self-image because even when I was skinny I was a giraffe and pretty awkward looking. But it'd be nice to have that metabolism now.
4. Liking school. Loving the very act of learning something new and loving my teachers and my friends and all the cool stuff we did, like going on field trips and singing in the choir. Learning was so easy then.
5. Christmas in Philly with my family. Every Christmas my dad would drag us all downtown and make a big production of it. We'd visit the Wanamaker's light show, and Strawbridge's The Christmas Carol, and see the Musical Tree at the Gallery. Lots of other stuff too. It helped me to never fear big cities.
Anybody seen anything like this before? Seriously I'm looking for advice!
Once upon a time I had a really great dad. His name was Charles (and my mom's name is Diana) but everyone called him Chuck. He grew up mostly in Houston and went to Lehigh and became a chemical engineer just like his dad. He dated my mom all through college and married her and then went to work for Gulf Oil, which became Chevron, and then became Sunoco. He was faithful to his employer, faithful to his wife, and faithful to his kids. He didn't go to church until about 1983 or so when he decided to study the Bible and came to the conclusion that it was right and he needed to be saved by JC. Then he became faithful to God and whatever church he attended. He was the essence of dependability, but sometimes slow, methodical, and meticulous. He was extremely laid back and rarely got excited or angry. Some would call that boring, but I thought it was good. I hardly ever really talked to him until I decided to become a chemical engineer like him. Then he took me to see all the best universities and tried to impart much wisdom to me. He nearly screwed up my MIT admissions interview because deep down he thought I was more cut out to be a teacher than an engineer. He asked me what I wanted in life and I told him that really I wanted to get married and have kids, but a girl can't guarantee that so she has to do her best to be independent and provide for herself. I think he really liked that. He loved sports fanatically, and was thrilled when I went to Penn State where he could become an instant football fan. (My private high school had no football, much to his shagrin.) He was so proud of me it oozed from his pores and I loved him for it. Then I met a guy who was pretty much just like him, and I had to marry him. My dad gave him some speech about not wanting to give up his little girl, but the Bible says he has to. Then in the back of the limo on the way to the church with my dad he said "I want you to know, even though we've shelled out lots of money for this day, I'll turn this limo around right now if you don't want to get married." It was the sweetest thing I think he'd ever said to me. God called him home suddenly six months after he walked me down the aisle, right before Christmas. It hurt, but I dealt with it much as he would have, very stoically. Because I am just like him in so many ways. It's too bad that he didn't get to meet his grandchildren, but hopefully someday he will.
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So I knew that Andy wrote on his webpage that he justified this little adventure by hoping to promote environmental advocacy through reality TV. Naturally that got edited out in favor of sexual tension. So he tried to get his message out through an op-ed he wrote about global warming here and here, and by posting on the fan forum for the show. I was SHOCKED to see that his post on the usually gossipy fan forum elicited an actual intelligent debate on the subject! I am VERY impressed by this, and think it is an honorable thing to do, even if he is a bleeding heart liberal. Passion, when properly directed and put forth humbly, is very attractive. His articles and ensuing discussion got me to realize that I really don't know enough about global warming to speak about it at all. In the past I have always taken the party line, that the proof isn't there and we shouldn't be making policy decisions that would cost us billions on something unproven. But his analogy to the Iraq war is accurate, even if it is slanted against W. We did act on a hunch, on something unproven. Andy's point about risk management is right on. He struck at the heart of the capitalist in me when he wrote that. Frankly, I have been forced to think a lot about risk this past year, and I have realized I am pretty risk averse. The bottom line is I should do more research before I go off playing the skeptic on this one. Once upon a time I was an idealist, a true environmentalist. I believed God commanded us to be good stewards of the Earth he gave us, and I still believe that. But I went to work for an oil company and learned about making money and the tree-hugger in me disappeared. Here's a silly fact, my eight grade class voted me most likely to camp out in the Amazon rainforest. They obviously didn't know what a princess I am. My job has taught me that water is a precious commodity that must be protected. Now I need to at least study the global warming thing. In my spare time of course :)
"The ideology of the Left believes big government and social reform will solve social ills, while the Right believes big business and economic growth will do it. The Left expects a citizen to be held legally accountable for the use of his wealth, but totally autonomous in other areas, such as sexual morality. The right expects a citizen to be held legally accountable in areas of personal morality, but totally autonomous in the use of wealth. The North American “idol”—radical individualism—lies beneath both idealogies. A Christian sees either “solution” as fundamentally humanistic and simplistic.
The causes of our worsening social problems are far more complex than either the secularists of the Right or Left understand. We wrestle not with flesh and blood, but with powers and principalities! We have seen there is great social injustice— racial prejudice, greed, avarice— by those with the greatest wealth in the country (and sadly, within the evangelical church itself). At the same time, there is a general breadown of order— of the family and the morals of the nation. There is more premarital sex (and thus there are more unwed mothers), more divorce, child neglect and abuse, more crime. Neither a simple redistribution of wealth nor simple economic growth and prosperity can mend broken familes; nor can they turn low-skilled mothers into engineers or technicians.
Only the ministry of the church of Jesus Christ, and the millions of “mini-churches” (Christian homes) through the country can attack the roots of social problems. Only the church can minister to the whole person. Only the gospel understands that sin has ruined us both inidividually and socially. We cannot be viewed inidividualistically (as the capitalists do) or collectivistically (as the Communists do) but as related to God. Only Christians, armed with the Word and Spirit, planning and working to spread the kingdom and righteousness of Christ, can transform a nation as well as a neighborhood as well as a broken heart. That is what the rest of this book is about."
From the book Ministries of Mercy from this guy Jason Silver.
While you know I do lean to the Right, I do believe the real answer to the world's problems is Jesus Christ and His message. I wish the church did more to help. I know people fear the intrusion of Christianity into our government, but we really do want to help people. We really do love people. I know alot of people think faith should be only personal, totally internalized and kept to oneself...but when you believe as I do that there is news this good, this healing, this joyful, you can't help but share it with those you love. I only wish I had the guts to share it more.
I know from experience and reading that breast verses bottle is a very controversial subject that people seem to have strong opinions about. It is very often the cause of a lot of "drive-by mothering". But doctors are crystal clear on this subject, breast is best for the baby. Nursing can be difficult and awkward enough for moms as it is and they don't need to be discouraged or made to feel dirty. I breastfed Nathan for 7 months and quit because he was too big and squirmy and didn't seem as interested anymore. I have heard LOTS of people say "why can't women cover up with a blanket?" and to this I say "YOU TRY HOLDING A 20 LB KID STILL TO YOUR CHEST WHILE KEEPING A BLANKET OVER HIS HEAD!" I imagine Barbara Walters was certainly in first class, where there is PLENTY of space in each seat, and the mom was nursing the child during take-off which is extremely helpful in keeping the baby from screaming as his ears adjust to the pressure changes. Which would you rather see in public, a screaming child or a slightly exposed boob?
I personally was considerate of others and usually nursed in another room or in a dressing room when in public. I am somewhat modest around people like my coworkers and male friends, but I was frustrated that some members of even my family were not comfortable enough for me to sit there, even when Nathan was tiny and NOTHING showed, so I could watch TV without having to leave the room. I do wish people would get over it and realize that breasts are functional, not just sexual. I was surprised to learn how women of my mom's generation and my grandmother's generation felt about breastfeeding. It was as though it was something only poor uncultured people do. Well times, they have changed and moms will do anything to give their kid that extra healthy edge and if that means breastfeeding at Starbucks while sipping a decaf latte, GOOD FOR THEM.
Disclaimer: Not all women are able to breastfeed or choose to do so and they should NOT be chastised for raising their baby on the bottle.
I LOVED it! Interesting plot, especially throwing in the whole Masons thing, which makes it more believable to me given their secrecy. I have quite a few friends who belong to the Masons and have always wondered about them. I loved the whole respect for our nation's history thing that was pervasive in the movie. Seems a bit unusual for something coming out of liberal Hollywood. I thought Nick Cage did his usual great job and I liked his younger sidekick. The female lead, not so much. Anyway, go rent this movie. I don't recall any cursing, or vulgarity, or gratutious violence. No sex at all. Just a fun adventure. Great family flick.
An aside: the office was in the mall and when I went to get out the stroller in the mall parking lot, I noticed that one of the wheels had somehow come off from the rivet that was holding it onto the axle. So imagine me pushing the kid through the parking lot and the mall stopping every few feet to kick the wheel back on.
Anyway, there were already a handful of babies in the waiting area and I could see an army of strollers in the dressing room so I assumed they were seeing the kids in big groups. They handed me a sheet to fill out and told me to attach one snapshot to it. (It was SOOOOOO hard picking just one.) Then we filed into this tiny room with a little runway and a bunch of chairs which was brutally hot, especially with 15 kids and their parents. I was shocked at what some parents think is cute. One little black girl, 10 months old, was running around everywhere. She was cute as a button but her mother had her loaded up with jewelry. Three necklaces, a bracelet on each wrist, pierced earrings and a big beaded anklet. The mother was total white trash wearing a way-to-tight for her body tank top and shorts. Yikes! Another girl baby was teeny tiny at 11 months, had been a preemie, and also had hoop earrings in and some stupid scarf to cover up her bald head. She was ugly. One girl threw temper tantrum after screaming fit while her stupid dad just sat there and watched. I couldn't believe he didn't leave immediately. A couple other kids were pretty cute, each in their own way. The lady said they see 70 or so kids today and pick about 20 they think they can place. I have to call back tomorrow to see if they want to sign Nathan. I'm really not sure if it's worth it, even if they do. It costs about $200 for the headshots they use for a year, and I can just imagine driving all over the city on auditions trying to keep the kid happy and healthy. She said there is plenty of work, not catalogues but commercials and commercial print ads. Interestingly, they said the kid has to have his own bank account because by law they cannot pay the parent. So we'll see tomorrow I guess.
Nathan has finally developed a particular affinity for one specific toy. The problem is, that toy is actually a dog toy that has belonged to Pepper for years. The blue octopus, seen here, has a magical allure about it that attracts both dog and baby. It has created some moments of frustration for both parties. Nathan isn't mobile yet so he can't get it when he sees it, but he whines and grunts till I do. Then Pepper decides she wants it and lurks around him, waiting for him to set it aside for just a minute. She won't really try to steal it when he's holding it. But as soon as she has it, he realizes it's gone and starts fussing. Pepper has been very good about leaving Nathan's toys alone and just playing with hers, but Nathan had to pick her toy to love.
It was so great seeing the movie in the theatre. I love movies sooooo much!
I've been single parenting again this week and it hasn't been too bad. Yesterday the best friend came over and we went for a walk in the park and out to dinner. Yummy Bahama Breeze! Nate-dawg was pretty good except he has taken to letting people know he's there in a happy but LOUD way. Fortunately the resturant was pretty loud so nobody noticed but me. I walked in the park again today and I have been eating as though I were on Weight Watchers again. Go me!
Tomorrow Nana is babysitting so hubby and I can finally go on a date alone and see STAR WARS!!! Yay!
Yesterday Mike comes in after getting Nate ready for bed and announces "My mom was right about that pee shiver thing. I laid him down on the changing table, turned to get his pjs, and when I looked back he shivered. So I said 'Are you peeing?' and quick checked. Sure enough, he WAS!"