Friday, February 29, 2008
The prize: a $25 gift certificate to Brake Check. Not even enough for a crappy brake job, if you happened to need one.
Hmmm... I don't know which was more lame, the question or the prize.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
It seems like everyone wants to know the question, "what happens when a hybrid runs out of gas?" so I wasn't surprised to find several personal anecdotes on the internet. Some tell tales that you can run the car on battery power and coast into the gas station on fumes, but this doesn't seem to be the norm. I read somewhere that this is a safety feature, designed to keep you from destroying the car by running it into the ground on the electric engine/battery alone. I also read that if you manage to keep the car running and fill the tank, then reboot, the warning lights should go away after 50 miles. Or just don't let it get that low. Especially not on a Sunday afternoon.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
And we wonder why he's fussy at daycare. No, seriously, we've been taking this all into consideration all along.
We have a tooth!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
But the real question is: what next? What if this really doesn't work out? I had such a good feeling about it, it's hard to accept that my intuition might have been flat-out wrong. And, above all, it's heartbreaking to think about how hard this all is on sweet Noah.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Call it a conflict of instincts, but my parenting philosophy holds two very different things near and dear. One, I subscribe to the infant-led, attachment parenting school of thought, in which (up until some age) babies' needs and their wants go hand-in-hand, and fulfilling these needs leads to a secure and happy baby that is better able to focus on the important things like growing and learning. Two, I think babies (and people in general) thrive in a structured environment, on some semblance of a schedule, where they know what they can expect here and there.
So one of the most surprising things to me, as a new parent, is how seemingly impossible it is to find our groove. I often feel like every day of Noah's life has brought new surprises and challenges. When every day holds something new, how are we ever supposed to find order and routine in our lives?
Recently it seems like every day's "new" thing provides yet another excuse why we can't get Noah to nap in his crib, or nap period.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I was a little afraid that his first haircut would make me sad, but the new look is growing on me quickly. He's just so darn cute!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Never mind that. Noah DID get a Valentine yesterday. To an 8-month old from his newly acquired 3-month old daycare buddy: a bag with M&M's and Twix and a lollipop. I had to laugh at the age-appropriateness*, but I won't say it wasn't appreciated! Certainly Noah can appreciate the thoughtful gesture while his daddy and I appreciate the SUGAR RUSH! The fringe benefits of parenthood -- reaping the spoils of Noah's candy holidays for many years to come!
*Who care's if that's not a word? It's Friday; cut me some slack!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
No surprise, he wailed. Luckily, my background in formal logic still allows for the possibility that Ms. D may be a miracle-worker and all may still be right in the world, even if at that moment it sure didn't seem like it.
If it seems like my emotional state is hinged around daycare these days, this is a lot better than last month, when my world revolved around daycare on top of multiple nasty ear infections!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
My baby beside me at the wheel,
Cruisin' and playin' the radio,
with no particular place to go.
Noah is right at home in his new convertible. From the get-go, he sat up tall, started steering the little wheel, and even plunked his pacifier down in the cupholder.
2008 - YEAR OF THE RAT
"Rats are perfectionists. They communicate extremely well, are quick-witted, level headed and always alert. They choose their friends carefully and dote on children. Rats are great strategists and make good politicians, but most importantly, their intuition enables them to suss out the enemy quite early in the game. Rats are shrewd and know how to amass wealth. They'll gladly spend on their loved ones while outsiders will find them miserly. Their adaptability and clever maneuvring will see them thumbing their nose at even the tightest spot. But they can be quick-tempered and overly critical, making them edgy, nervous and a downright nag with things don't go their way. They have an opportunistic trait that will see them wheeling and dealing in exploiting situations for self-benefit."
Hmmmm.... who do we know that's a Rat? Not me!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Things are working out so nicely that I hope it's a sign good things to come. We decided to eat the dual payments over our two-week cancellation period and switch Noah over as soon as possible. Mom was able to come yesterday on a moment's notice (thanks, Grandma!!!) so that we didn't have to take Noah back to germ-city for even one day; the new lady offered to start him on Monday, with a trial run today; and (wonder of wonders) the big baby factory let us off the hook without even paying for this week of unused childcare.
On the way to the new place today, we stopped by the old one to pay our last respects (i.e. pick up Noah's stuff and square away the bills). Noah was quiet the whole time we were there, but he gave me the biggest smile ever on our way out the door! And he chattered away on the drive from there to the new place. The best part is that when I dropped Noah off this afternoon, he smiled at me from Ms. D's arms as we said bye-bye. Okay, so he was crying by the time I hit the door, but I'll take what I can get!
Please, please, please let this work out!
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
- Rolls FtB, BtF, crawl to sit, sit to crawl, etc.
- Crawls on all 4's (creeps) faster than we can
- Follows us from room to room and comes when coaxed
- Carries toys with him from room to room and sometimes brings things when asked
- Goes looking for things he remembers that are now out of sight
- Pulls to stand, and sits back down gently
- Lets go when standing for several seconds at a time
- Cruises around the furniture when on a mission (but doesn't walk just for fun)
- Plays peek-a-boo
- Throws a mean curveball, though sometimes backwards. Plays catch with Daddy.
- Speaks a totally unrecognizable language, complete with unidentifiable consonents
- Opens bottom drawers (yikes!)
- Has mastered pincer grasp, especially on nipples (rubber or flesh -- ouch!)
- Bats away a spoon with ninja-like agility
- Clenches jaw and lips closed for food or medicine
- Gives hugs and kisses, smiles and belly laughs.
What he doesn't do so well yet is:
- wave bye-bye or sign
- say mama, dada, or anything else
- have teeth
- eat puffies, cheerios or things with texture
- hold his own bottle/sippy at a drinking angle
- sleep through the night
- play with babysitters.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
(That's Grandma on the phone with Aunt Shirley in the background.)