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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Six months!
How is N six months old already? Check out his latest moves... He's a sitter now! (And apparently really happy about it. Disco moves.)
Sometimes I think he's shocked that he's capable of doing this.
To celebrate his six month birthday, he went to bed as usual and E and I shared a glass of wine. (With baby monitor.)
He's also starting to learn the sippy cup procedure. He's terrifically bad at it, but he likes to play with the cup nonetheless. He gets some out of it - but he's not overly thrilled with the juice/water mixture. (3/4 water, 1/4 juice - we call it wuice.) I figure he'll get into it as he gets better with the cup.
Last, Promised Land Dairy has released their holiday flavors. I've never tasted milk so fantastic. It's like a milkshake, but it's 2%! On top of that - cinnamon vanilla! Come on, it's like heaven.
Sometimes I think he's shocked that he's capable of doing this.
To celebrate his six month birthday, he went to bed as usual and E and I shared a glass of wine. (With baby monitor.)
He's also starting to learn the sippy cup procedure. He's terrifically bad at it, but he likes to play with the cup nonetheless. He gets some out of it - but he's not overly thrilled with the juice/water mixture. (3/4 water, 1/4 juice - we call it wuice.) I figure he'll get into it as he gets better with the cup.
Last, Promised Land Dairy has released their holiday flavors. I've never tasted milk so fantastic. It's like a milkshake, but it's 2%! On top of that - cinnamon vanilla! Come on, it's like heaven.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Can I get a witness?
911 operator: 911, what is your emergency?
Me: Um, I just witnessed a car accident. On Forest Lane near Garland High School.
911 operator: Were you in the accident, ma'am?
Me: Er, no. I just saw this one car change lanes into this other car. Do I need to go back? I left the scene.
911 operator: No ma'am. It would be helpful if you could tell me what happened though.
Me: Well, the tan car swerved into the black SUV. You're sure I don't have to go back or something? I don't really want to - I'm running late.
911 operator: No, really, you're fine. Just give me your name and telephone number so the insurance companies can contact you if necessary.
Me: Okay. Here they are. And really, I'm not going to get a ticket or something?
911 operator: You're sure you weren't actually IN the accident?
Me: Oh yes, I just saw the whole thing.
911 operator: You're fine. Really. Thanks for calling.
Me: Right. Uh, yeah. No problem.
Me: Um, I just witnessed a car accident. On Forest Lane near Garland High School.
911 operator: Were you in the accident, ma'am?
Me: Er, no. I just saw this one car change lanes into this other car. Do I need to go back? I left the scene.
911 operator: No ma'am. It would be helpful if you could tell me what happened though.
Me: Well, the tan car swerved into the black SUV. You're sure I don't have to go back or something? I don't really want to - I'm running late.
911 operator: No, really, you're fine. Just give me your name and telephone number so the insurance companies can contact you if necessary.
Me: Okay. Here they are. And really, I'm not going to get a ticket or something?
911 operator: You're sure you weren't actually IN the accident?
Me: Oh yes, I just saw the whole thing.
911 operator: You're fine. Really. Thanks for calling.
Me: Right. Uh, yeah. No problem.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Baby bellies - a new delicacy
I've recently found the best way to make N laugh. It requires chowing down on his belly, but he LOOOVES it. See the above.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Things I never expected to do
Last week I had to head to DC for work. It was the first time I'd left N at home overnight without me. I was terrified. I think the whole thing was much more traumatic for me than for E or N. Or Zoee, for that matter. How could my little man really survive without me for a week? Seriously? He doesn't need me overnight?
E pointed out that he sleeps overnight. Really. For like 10-11 hours. (I know, we're super lucky.) I guess he really doesn't need me to sit around waiting for him to wake up, so really the worry was unmerited. He didn't forget me either and E had a good time with all the male bonding. It was good for all of us.
What I never expected to do was flash pictures of my child at random strangers. I was sitting at the Jet Rock cafe in terminal C of Washington Reagan airport when the woman next to me asked how my burger was. I told her it was tasty, and the next thing I knew she and I were commiserating over a beer about our children, breastfeeding on business travel, and how weird it is to be able to just sit and have a meal without any demands on you, even if it is in the airport terminal. By the time we finished our burgers I knew that her name was Pam, she had two kiddos, she worked construction, and she was from Pueblo, CO. She had seen six pictures of N, learned about my plans for breastfeeding, and knew that my husband was doing a great job with our kiddo.
It was a little weird, but at least it took my mind off the torturous hours until I could actually get home. And hey, if I ever make it to Pueblo I know I could look her up and get shown around.
E pointed out that he sleeps overnight. Really. For like 10-11 hours. (I know, we're super lucky.) I guess he really doesn't need me to sit around waiting for him to wake up, so really the worry was unmerited. He didn't forget me either and E had a good time with all the male bonding. It was good for all of us.
What I never expected to do was flash pictures of my child at random strangers. I was sitting at the Jet Rock cafe in terminal C of Washington Reagan airport when the woman next to me asked how my burger was. I told her it was tasty, and the next thing I knew she and I were commiserating over a beer about our children, breastfeeding on business travel, and how weird it is to be able to just sit and have a meal without any demands on you, even if it is in the airport terminal. By the time we finished our burgers I knew that her name was Pam, she had two kiddos, she worked construction, and she was from Pueblo, CO. She had seen six pictures of N, learned about my plans for breastfeeding, and knew that my husband was doing a great job with our kiddo.
It was a little weird, but at least it took my mind off the torturous hours until I could actually get home. And hey, if I ever make it to Pueblo I know I could look her up and get shown around.
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