Saturday, June 27, 2009

Saturday Watering Can

This kept him busy enough that I was able to pull up 4 big grocery bags full of weeds: Win-Win!

Friday, June 26, 2009


I've been good about not taking naked photos of the boy for "posterity" (read: "blackmail"). I have taken some good photos of him, tho, where my work as a stylist may one day be called into question. I, personally, like both outfits in the following photos. Bear in mind that I also still wear the big rhinestone brooches I collected as a New Wave 80's High Schooler. Anyhow, here's this year's model:





I have July 3 off from work and Donovan's daycare WILL be in session.


I feel like I should be wearing a tiara and holding 3 dozen red American Beauty roses.

What to do, what to do, what to do? So many options:

* clothes shop
* wash the windows in the front room
* rearrange the front room which is still in its Make Room For The Christmas Tree configuration
* weed the garden plots and trim back the ivy from the old driveway
* cook up a storm
* bake fancy things that require a relatively large amount of attention
* see a movie
* find a date for cocktails in the afternoon

If you are getting ready to place your vote I should explain that the clothes shopping is not of the Girls Love To Shop! variety. Its more of the Oh My God I Only Own Work Clothes I Don't Want to Wear Work Clothes On The Week End variety.

Wow. An unadulterated day off! I love my kid but I cannot express how much I need this.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Angel or Devil?

Or a little bit of both?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Vacation Day #3

#3 for Donovan, #1 for me: this week Donny is off from daycare. Mike was off of work Monday and Tuesday to be with him and I took off today and tomorrow. Today Donovan and I went with Aunt Shirley to Phipps Conservatory. My dreams of Phipps were premised on sunshine and we almost spit the bait because it was a rainy morning. Plus, I did'nt realize I had misplaced his rainslicker until I looked for it: no idea where the damn thing is. ANYhow, Mike gave us a ride into Oakland where we met up with Sheryl and walked the behind the museum route to Phipps. What follows are lots of photos with blessed little commentary:

Monday, June 15, 2009


Last month at his 2nd year Well Baby Check up, Donny clocked in at 24 pounds. His doctor said he was fine but that she wanted to see him in a month to see if he gained any weight. She suggested we switchout his water to whole milk and suggested alot of carbs. "Babies love mac and cheese" was her actual suggestion.

This also came around the time that his teachers at Waldorf added a note to his report that we--now, how did they phrase it? "Might want to think about packing 5 different items for his lunch and snack." I think that's how they phrased it, because I spent a couple days slamming pots and pans and muttering variations on, "Yeah and you might want to come OVER TO MY HOUSE and CLEAN MY KITCHEN so I have TIME TO COOK FIVE DIFFERENT THINGS for my son to PUSH OFF THE TRAY OF HIS HIGHCHAIR." Many of these variations started with the phrase, "Considering what we PAY you every month..." but that's another post.

Honestly, I'll fess up to being defensive and being offended by the suggestions, both from his doctor and his teachers. Are they saying I can't take care of my son? So I muttered under my breath but I also did what I was told. Mac and cheese it was, and string cheese and bananas and fruitbars and little boxes of milk in his lunch. I still couldn't go the Gerber's Graduates route but string cheese and fruit and cereal bars went a long way towards those 5 items in his lunch. We also ramped up the breakfast and dinner selections and kept that milk flowing. I started to feel like the witch in Hansel and Gretel; everytime I'd pick the kid up, I'd be thinking, "Hmmmm, better but not ready yet." It became some sort of strange antianorexia by proxy.

Mike took him for his follow up and he weighed in aaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt: 24 pounds.

The same as lsst month. Tho officially he had gained weight when he went in for his pneumonia so, on paper, he actually lost weight.

When he was about a month or so old, he had to go in the hospital because he had lost so much weight. The term used was "failure to thrive." It took about 3 days and a bunch of tests to figure out that it was me, not him: my milk never really came in. Once we started him on Enfamil, he was fine. Those three days of tests, tho--I was so crushed that I couldn't even talk. I think I spent the first day and a half just crying and shaking my head yes or no. That's sort of how I felt today--my cry button got stuck and just would not turn off. He needs to get lab work done "just to rule things out." Part of me knows that he's fine--I mean, the kids happy and active and affectionate. Its the other part of me that needs a talking to.

Donovan just ran past with his bear. Suddenly the bear is his best friend. That's kind of cool. Its more fun than his last best friend, the empty yogurt container...

Saturday, June 13, 2009

An Adam Antian Ode to My Son

Prince Charming
Don't you ever,
Don't you ever,
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome
Don't you ever,
Don't you ever,
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome.Prince Charming,
Prince Charming,
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of
Prince Charming,
Prince Charming,
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.
Don't you ever,
Don't you ever,
Lower yourself, forgetting all your standardsDon't you ever,
Don't you ever,
Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards.

Prince Charming,
Prince Charming,
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of
Prince Charming,
Prince Charming,
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

I Sold My Shoes/For a Bottle of Booze...

Oh, Hi! Been awhile, has'nt it?

Full disclosure: I'm drunk. Not sloppy. Just tipsy. And, if you are one of those people, I should reassure you that I only had two drinks and it was after the kid was asleep in his crib. I'm actually less appalled with my alcohol consumption and more ashamed of my crackers, cheese, wasabi almonds and tortilla chip consumption.

But there you go.

So, a little over 4 hours from now, I'll be getting up to go to work. I most certainly do NOT want to go to work. For one thing, I had to take Friday off to stay home with the kid. When I went to pick him up on Friday, I said, "See you tomorrow!" to Miss Colleen, who informed me that Little Friends was closed on Friday. Seeing as how we are short staffed in my department, this did not go over well and I am fully expecting the riot act to be read to me. Which is unfortunate as I need to ask my boss if I can leave at 3pm on Thurdays for 8 weeks in a row because, inexplicably, the summer sessions at Waldorf end at 4pm. Don't these people work?

But that's a whole other post.

Sometime when I'm not drunk I'll post some photos of Donny and I making Buttermilk Ginger Muffins, which is one of the things we did on Friday. I thought they were Meh but he got all excited about them. To the point where if I picked up the container they were in to make room at the table the tantrum would start and I'd have to give him one to shut him up. That's ok, tho: we are still in the Fattening Him Up phase, so bring it on.

Wow: typing while drunk requires alot of concentration. Maybe I'll cut my losses and save the rest for one of may many, many sober moments. Here's hoping you had a good weekend with picture postcard weather and a mostly happy toddler who has a dirty laugh.