A tribute to my husband and his loves. Inspired by THIS YouTube clip, which was on THIS Politico post.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Madness of one kind or another
A tribute to my husband and his loves. Inspired by THIS YouTube clip, which was on THIS Politico post.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
You Know You Love Your Child When...
I have always dreaded the day when my kid would throw up and I would have to clean up after her. Throw up makes me want to...well... throw up. I was sure I would be so grossed out by it that I wouldn't want to touch her or her stuff. But I'm proud to report that despite other parenting failures, I seem to have passed parenting test #761c (or whatever we're up to by now).
1. You use your body as a vomit shield to protect the carpet so you can "gently" carry her to the bathroom instead of rushing her in there.
2. You clean the vomit out of her hair before your own.
3.
You try to sleep between the midnight vomitings (10+ of them!), but despite your utter exhaustion by 2:30am, you still just lie awake listening for any sign of distress from the next room so you can rush in.
4. You decide to just sleep in your vomit-ey nightshirt so you can hold her next time she yaks without worrying about it.
5. You kiss and kiss her vomit-reeking forehead inbetween bouts.
6. You are up at midnight doing your favorite thing: laundry.
7. You spend the next morning standing at the bathroom sink with woolite, enzyme, towels, and all her favorite stuffed animals, carefully hand-cleaning the throw-up-ey parts and trying to get the smell out without ruining them, sniffing every corner to make sure you didn't miss any, toweling off as much water off as you can, and setting them in a warm place to dry.
Poor baby girl. It's been a couple of hours since she last upchucked. I hope she's done.
Seven Signs You Love Your Baby:
1. You use your body as a vomit shield to protect the carpet so you can "gently" carry her to the bathroom instead of rushing her in there.
2. You clean the vomit out of her hair before your own.
3.
You try to sleep between the midnight vomitings (10+ of them!), but despite your utter exhaustion by 2:30am, you still just lie awake listening for any sign of distress from the next room so you can rush in.4. You decide to just sleep in your vomit-ey nightshirt so you can hold her next time she yaks without worrying about it.
5. You kiss and kiss her vomit-reeking forehead inbetween bouts.
6. You are up at midnight doing your favorite thing: laundry.
7. You spend the next morning standing at the bathroom sink with woolite, enzyme, towels, and all her favorite stuffed animals, carefully hand-cleaning the throw-up-ey parts and trying to get the smell out without ruining them, sniffing every corner to make sure you didn't miss any, toweling off as much water off as you can, and setting them in a warm place to dry.
Poor baby girl. It's been a couple of hours since she last upchucked. I hope she's done.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Geektastic!
If Jared's Geek Aptitude was ever in question, today there is no longer any doubt.
Today is Pi day (which, of course, you wouldn't know unless you were a geek to begin with Pi=3.14..., today is 3/14. Get it?). Jared decided to organize an office Pi Party, in which people brought (of course) pies from home (or from the store, actually. People with engineering degrees aren't generally very domestic). The party took place at 3:14pm -- although Jared made an argument that it's more accurate to hold it at 1:59pm (3.14159...), but 3:14 was more convenient at the office. The management got so psyched about this (did you catch that? "psyched" about a Pi Party) that they got a gift certificate to Best Buy for the winner of the Pi contest. NO that's not a pie eating contest. That's a How Many Numbers of The Eternal Pi Can You Recite From Memory Contest. I, personally can recite three of them (3.14). Jared, on the other hand, won the contest with...
...can you guess how many digits?....
...91 digits of Pi!!!!!
Did I mention he did this from memory? If I were told I had to memorize and recite 91 digits of anything or I would be burned at the stake I'm pretty sure I would end up burned at the stake. Jared and his colleagues, on the other hand, thought it would be good fun to go through such a rigamarole. I thought he was an insane and geeky anomoly to go above, say, ten digits, but not so. The runners up: 2nd place got 71 digits. 3rd place got 104 digits, but made a mistake at #40.
Sheesh.
So in case you're wondering what the first 91 digits of pi are, here they are:
Today is Pi day (which, of course, you wouldn't know unless you were a geek to begin with Pi=3.14..., today is 3/14. Get it?). Jared decided to organize an office Pi Party, in which people brought (of course) pies from home (or from the store, actually. People with engineering degrees aren't generally very domestic). The party took place at 3:14pm -- although Jared made an argument that it's more accurate to hold it at 1:59pm (3.14159...), but 3:14 was more convenient at the office. The management got so psyched about this (did you catch that? "psyched" about a Pi Party) that they got a gift certificate to Best Buy for the winner of the Pi contest. NO that's not a pie eating contest. That's a How Many Numbers of The Eternal Pi Can You Recite From Memory Contest. I, personally can recite three of them (3.14). Jared, on the other hand, won the contest with...
...can you guess how many digits?....
...91 digits of Pi!!!!!
Did I mention he did this from memory? If I were told I had to memorize and recite 91 digits of anything or I would be burned at the stake I'm pretty sure I would end up burned at the stake. Jared and his colleagues, on the other hand, thought it would be good fun to go through such a rigamarole. I thought he was an insane and geeky anomoly to go above, say, ten digits, but not so. The runners up: 2nd place got 71 digits. 3rd place got 104 digits, but made a mistake at #40.
Sheesh.
So in case you're wondering what the first 91 digits of pi are, here they are:
3.1415926535897932384626433832795028
841971693993751058209749445923078164
062862089986280348253
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Mama's Little Baby Loves Shortenin' Bread
I sing this song to Seville all the time while bouncing her on my hip. Only recently I realized that I should actually make her shortbread sometime, and see if Mama's little baby does indeed love Shortenin' Bread.And so even though shortbread is full of various refined foods and fats -- things I've forsworn eating myself and, mere months ago, thought I would avoid feeding my kids, I made shortbread this afternoon. It was inelegant, but super yummy (duh. main ingredient=butter).
We're on a campaign to fatten up Seville, which has made me feed her all kinds of things I previously considered "white trash food" (mac n' cheese with hotdogs, pop tarts, peanut butter ritz bitz, wafer cookies, etc). She's dropped off the growth charts in recent months, and just keeps falling farther and farther below that elusive bottom line. There are various reasons for this, not the least of which is that she gets really constipated if I give her milk so I don't (someday she'll probably be mad at me for sharing such information with the world) (btw, I just started soy milk, which makes me a little sad, being the dairy enthusiast that I am). Any good ideas for fattening baby foods?
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