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In a rare event I'm sitting in front of the TV with the laptop, but it's only the superbowl. ;-)

It's nice to be everyone, but there is a limit to my interest. I know Brian is rooting for the Giants (quietly), but since the Bucs are out, and it was the Giants who took them out, I don't think my parents much care. They just want a decent game. I missed most of it trying to get Isaac to go to sleep, but I caught the halftime show, which was pretty good, I thought. Being a Tom Petty fan, and all.

Today was good. Warm, sunny with nice moody fog as we loaded into the rental and headed off for Busch Gardens. We got there as the park opened, baby clapping for the band while we waited for them to let us in, with lots of time to look at the birds as Brian and Isaac ran ahead to the rides. But rather than the more grown up bits of the park we've been going to this trip, we went to "Dragon Land". It provided Elly with her first amusement park experience! Brian took her on the flying dragons and she went on the ride twice more, fighting to climb over the railing to get in before it was her turn. Isaac joined us for our last twirl around, claiming he was going to 'get us'. Pity for him they are all in fixed locations. :-)

She wasn't so keen on the little boats, but I think that was as much about being left to Isaac's tender mercies as separation anxiety.

We went for a light lunch, saw the 'Critter Castaways' show, and then back to the central, area with Storm... something that was Isaac's first 'big boy' ride, the motorcycles and planes and stuff. It's also home to the oldest (non-wooden) rollercoaster in the park. I remember, when I was little, the coaster being added. Now Isaac is (just barely) tall enough.

Now, I love coasters. Big, tall, fast, wide open. BUT, the thought of my baby being on one almost freaked me out. Seriously. I went and changed the baby rather than watch. When I came out and found them, they were on something else and I had to wonder if they'd gone on it at all, but Isaac rushed over, grabbed my hand and wanted to show me the one that goes upside down! He was thrilled and apparently waited for me to go again. I was flattered, but had to tell Isaac that this was scaring mommy.

The Scorpion is a little box car with high sides, a padded seat your head slides off of, a decently tall drop, one loop and [for a 4 yr old] an intense corkscrew all with only a padded lap bar. I reached across him, bracing my arm on his chest and holding his leg and as we reached the crest and tipped downward, he wrapped his hands around my arm, snuggled close and held on. We had a great time and he rushed around to do it again -this time we were the first row of the first car! That was a little scary, but as we trotted down the ramp, another mom was pointing Isaac out to her husband and girls, "look at this little one who just went on!" I can remember people saying that about me. I suppose, the baton has been passed. It's kinda neat.
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Gotta love a woman with the guts to post a rule and enforce it to the fullest!

'Meanest mom on planet' sells son's car

DES MOINES, Iowa (AP) -- Jane Hambleton has dubbed herself the "meanest mom on the planet."

After finding alcohol in her son's car, she decided to sell the car and share her 19-year-old's misdeed with everyone -- by placing an ad in the local newspaper.

The ad reads: "OLDS 1999 Intrigue. Totally uncool parents who obviously don't love teenage son, selling his car. Only driven for three weeks before snoopy mom who needs to get a life found booze under front seat. $3,700/offer. Call meanest mom on the planet."

Hambleton has heard from people besides interested buyers since recently placing the ad in The Des Moines Register.

The 48-year-old from Fort Dodge says she has fielded more than 70 telephone calls from emergency room technicians, nurses, school counselors and even a Georgia man who wanted to congratulate her.

"The ad cost a fortune, but you know what? I'm telling people what happened here," Hambleton says. "I'm not just gonna put the car for resale when there's nothing wrong with it, except the driver made a dumb decision.

"It's overwhelming the number of calls I've gotten from people saying 'Thank you, it's nice to see a responsible parent.' So far there are no calls from anyone saying, 'You're really strict. You're real overboard, lady."'

The only critic is her son, who Hambleton says is "very, very unhappy" with the ad and claims the alcohol was left by a passenger.

Hambleton believes her son but has decided mercy isn't the best policy in this case. She says she set two rules when she bought the car at Thanksgiving: No booze, and always keep it locked.

The car has been sold, but Hambleton says she will continue the ad for another week -- just for the feedback. 

(found on another blog/site:
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These days I almost never remember my dreams, I think I'm too exhausted, but this morning I got a chance to go back to sleep and had a series of odd, short dreams. Upon waking, one stuck in my mind because it was so radically different from dreams I had when Isaac was an infant.

To understand the trigger: yesterday we took the kids over to the inlaws house to swim. Elly and I got in the hot tub too (no way we're going in the pool, which is still freezing). Baby had a blast, little legs kicking, hands going. She floats pretty well and twice I blew in her face and let her sink a bit (when you blow in their faces the reflex is for them to hold their breath). She was a little stunned by the water in her face, sputtered indignantly, recovered and then gave us a huge smile.

The dream was her in the water... swimming across the pool to me with her little froggy kick. Objectively, semi-lucid, I was wondering why I wasn't freaking out because the baby was in the water. I'm not even sure how she got in the water, or why I wasn't in with her (I was standing on the deck) but there she was and it was all good. I cheered, picked her up, and the dream went elsewhere.

When Isaac was little I had dreams of him drowning. Down in the bottom of an unfamiliar hot tub, in the center circle where everyone's feet would go. Held by the drain that connects to the pump. Horrid, vivid dreams that I can still remember in detail. This time, the baby is swimming to me.

Yet another difference between the new mom and the veteran mom, I guess.

Sleep much?

Apr. 4th, 2007 08:11 pm
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The downside to ACUS? Princess hasn't slept through the night since. *sigh* So, she gets me up at 1/1:30AM, I make sure she's comfortable and leave (no way I'm picking her up and encouraging this), the Little Man gets me up about 3/3:30 for some ungodly reason, Princess is back up at 5/5:30, I get her back to bed and he's up again about 6/6:30. Every.Single.Night.

I go to bed as soon as I get her down and pass out but there's no way to get enough sleep. Doesn't help that she's still sick from whatever she picked up on the airplane. Any day now, it's got to get better. At the very least, tonight I am cleaning up the guest room and sleeping in there. Maybe I can sleep through Isaac's prowling and pass that buck firmly to his father. Anything for a little uninterrupted sleep.
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FINALLY uploaded pictures today. Sent some to Mom and other assorted folks and realized this shot sorta goes with a similar shot from January last year. Scooter is a whole lot smaller than that python, but Isaac's smile is just as delighted. Cute little bugger when he isn't on your last nerve. :-)
gathering details and musing on things )
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We're in the middle of the going to bed routine and I ask Isaac to go get his socks.

"Yeah," he tells me, "and I won't put them on Elly's eyes this time."

WTF?!? When were the socks on Elly's eyes?!? She obviously didn't suffer any distress, so... I agreed good naturedly and sent the little man on his way.



Aug. 4th, 2006 07:30 am
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So... what sort of day are you in for when the second thing that happens is you have your small child blow his nose and you get a black bean from dinner?
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Ahhh... the joys of motherhood.

Once the Little Man is asleep, I don't dare try to move him (unless I really really need to and can live with the consquence of losing the nap).

So, even now, he is where he crashed: in the carseat (on our way home from the gym) his underwear... and I don't know when the last time he peed was. Hopefully the carseat won't take too long to take apart, wash/dry and put back together.

Or, who knows, maybe he really is potty-trained.

Bets, anyone?
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Normally I don't spend so much time perusing the news... but today there's all sorts of stuff out there, and unlike the happy-to-be-thinking science article, this ticks me off:
Breast-Feed or Else
Published: June 13, 2006

Warning: Public health officials have determined that not breast-feeding may be hazardous to your baby's health.

There is no black-box label like that affixed to cans of infant formula or tucked into the corner of magazine advertisements, at least not yet. But that is the unambiguous message of a controversial government public health campaign encouraging new mothers to breast-feed for six months to protect their babies from colds, flu, ear infections, diarrhea and even obesity. In April, the World Health Organization, setting new international bench marks for children's growth, for the first time referred to breast-feeding as the biological norm.

"Just like it's risky to smoke during pregnancy, it's risky not to breast-feed after," said Suzanne Haynes, senior scientific adviser to the Office on Women's Health in the Department of Health and Human Services. "The whole notion of talking about risk is new in this field, but it's the only field of public health, except perhaps physical activity, where there is never talk about the risk."

A two-year national breast-feeding awareness campaign that culminated this spring ran television announcements showing a pregnant woman clutching her belly as she was thrown off a mechanical bull during ladies' night at a bar — and compared the behavior to failing to breast-feed.

"You wouldn't take risks before your baby's born," the advertisement says. "Why start after?"

(continues: NY Times - Health - Breast Feed or Else)

Along the same topic, but something positive, and unlike the terror/guilt campaign, this is actually useful.

Kansas gives out breastfeeding cards
WICHITA, Kan. - Don't mess with breast-feeding moms in Kansas.

That is the message of a new state law that protects a woman's right to breast-feed her baby in public. Now state health officials and breast-feeding advocates are distributing 40,000 laminated cards saying that for breast-feeding mothers to carry with them.

It is all part of a public education campaign by the Kansas Department of Health and Environment and La Leche League.

"The law is really no good unless moms know about it," said Brenda Bandy, professional liaison for La Leche League of Kansas. "These cards are handy, they're durable, and they might just be the little bit of added confidence some moms need."

Modeled after other states with similar laws, the cards have printed in large letters on the front the essence of the law passed by the Legislature this year: "A mother may breast-feed in any place she has a right to be."

Support without belittling anyone. Now, to go see if Jersey has a similar law and why they don't give out helpful little cards as well....
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Mom sent me this:
"God knows that a mother needs fortitude and courage and tolerance and
flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of
the human soul." --Phyllis McGinley


I went and found the rest of it:
"But because I happen to be a parent of almost fiercely maternal nature, I praise casualness. It seems to me the rarest of virtues. It is useful enough when children are small. It is important to the point of necessity when they are adolescents."

2 yrs old

Feb. 10th, 2006 04:13 pm
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Despite the challenges, this is really quite a comical age. Watching him try to get himself dressed lately, cracks me up. I have to smile and not laugh because I don't want him to think I'm mocking him, but when his pants get stuck on his rear and he presents me with this little bare bottom with the waist band rolled up under his cheeks and pleads, "He'p!" I do sorta have to chuckle.


Jan. 23rd, 2006 08:11 am
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Went to get Isaac, he's up there singing and all happy and then, swinging one leg back and forth whilst he leans on the railing, he points to the music box crib toy and says "Battery." This thing eats batteries. It must be the lights that shine through to illuminate the story board... or maybe it's the music, I dunno. But I ask him if it needs new batteries again. He says yeah and presses the button. It plays for a few seconds and then winds down, the voice reading the story warping and deepening as it slows. It falls silent. He shakes his head, "That's so sad."

It is very strange when you hear your voice (tone and words, at least) coming out of your child's mouth.

(and here we're worried about becoming our mothers)
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Apparently my son knows my name and isn't afraid to use it. Daddy, is still "Daddy", however. Add to this the sudden ability to say, "I am two" and the knowledge that his own name is "Issic".
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...thinks the potty is a great place to play. Just add toy veggies and presto - soup.


And Brian wonders why I'm fanatic about the bathrooms being as sterile as I can get them. Of course, the little man gives me lots of opportunity to clean them.
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The little man proved that it isn't just at the zoo that he behaves like a little beast.

wits ends )
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Another high note because babysitters are rare and very valuable around here! I'm waiting for the bottom to drop out somewhere... of course, the low note to go with the recent high might be the very large sum of money I just had to shell out to fix the AC unit that was leaking freon, making the inside look like "The Day After Tomorrow" and then defrosting and soaking through the walls of my house spreading mold and mayhem.

Anyway... )
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Caught the little man talking to the great outdoors, seemed like a good photo to play with. He has now offically started talking since his vocabulary has expanded beyond "Yep" and his baby signs and now includes 'baby' (which he says very seriously and is a little sad) and 'please', which is extemely cute.
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So, Isaac was playing in the pantry and got hold of the Easter egg coloring. Not something you want an 18 month old to have and I took it away. He pitched a fit. I walked away. After a minute I no longer hear him which means he's found something else... this could also be bad. Instead of investigating I go get the vacuum cleaner. The house needs it and it draws him like a magnet for some reason. I get the front entry vacuumed, the hall, switching back and forth from carpet to bare floor and realize -- no Isaac. Hmm....

I steer the vacuum into the kitchen working my way to the pantry since that's where I saw him last. I turn the corner, at the end of the cord, and sure enough, there's Isaac -- stuck in the booster seat we take to relative's and restaurants. I'm not sure if he'd been trying to use it to climb up to the Easter egg coloring of if he'd just been playing with it, but there he was, wedged in looking a little sad with his stuffed lion just out of reach. I had to laugh. He frowned at me and then gave a half-hearted cheer and then just folded his hands again and patiently waited for me to regroup and rescue him.

I should've taken a picture. :-)
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From my mother:


It is a little insane sometimes. The parts about it being 'the rest of your life'and training on a 'continually exhausting basis' were some of the reasons I waited as long as I did.


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