Saturday, September 27, 2008

it was easier last time, because I didn't have a preschooler leaving chokable objects all over the floor

A couple of days ago, Jackson figured out how to roll from back to front. He did it once right before bedtime. The next morning, he not only had rolling pretty much mastered, but he was scooting around, too - rarely forward, sometimes backwards, often sideways, and lots of spinning around in circles (which he'd been doing for a while). He's actively going after Brandon's cool toys and books - which he's been eyeing enviously for quite some time now - and naturally, it all goes right in his mouth.

Jack is so enthralled with his new skills, and so intent on getting better, that he has become a real handful. No matter how tired he is, he doesn't want to go to sleep. (He woke up at 5:45AM today and hasn't napped for more than 15 minutes at a time all day.) He gets tired, and frustrated with not being able to move forwards, and he wants to be picked up...but then you pick him up, and he wants to be back on the floor. Then he's tired again. Over and over and over, all day long. If you try to sit him in your lap, he'll lunge forward towards the floor. (He actually did this a few weeks ago at the beach and face-planted into the sand...thank goodness he was wearing sunglasses to protect his eyes!) If you lie him on top of you, he'll roll off. And did I mention that he's refusing to sleep? I can't wait until this newfound mobility is old hat for him, so that I can get a break from following him around and helping him reach toys that he's unintentionally moving farther away from. Oh, and making sure he doesn't chew a corner off of Brandon's books.

I absolutley insist that everyone reads this

http://www.truthout.org/article/rfk-jr-and-mike-papantonio-is-your-vote-safe

Friday, September 26, 2008

how Brandon sings "Twinkle Twinkle"

(I feel it necessary to mention that he gets the form right and the melody really close.)

"Tinkle tinkle winneh staw,
how I wunnuh what you awww.
Up a diamond inna sky
tinkle tinkle winneh staw,
up a diamond inna staw,
tinkle tinkle winneh staw.
Yaaaaaaaaay!!!!!"

(Cross-posted from my family blog to lighten the mood around here.)

more ranting! yay!

I think that if a product is prominently featured in your circular, it would be a good idea to have it in stock when the sale begins. Making your customers wait 2 months for it to be shipped...not good form at all. I'm talking to you, AAFES. Making me jump through hoops to cancel my order is not making me happy, either. I kind of NEED that new carseat, like, NOW - my baby is fast approaching the weight limit for his baby bucket, if he hasn't already surpassed it - and I'm not going to buy it anywhere else until my order with you is cancelled. So just "get with me"* already so I can go ahead and give my business to somebody who has their shit together.

*When you submit a support request through the website, the message that comes up is that somebody with "get with you within 72 hours". Snicker snicker.

ETA: Well, thank you for cancelling my order, but you know, an email confirmation would have been nice. I shouldn't have to log on and check my order status to know that my order was, in fact, cancelled. Sheesh.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

political soapbox

I got an email today from Moms Rising with a pretty disturbing statistic - in 2004, 1 in 12 women didn't vote because they weren't registered. So if you haven't registered to vote...please go do that now.

And if you're one of the people operating under the logic (or lack thereof) that "I don't like either of the candidates, so I'm not going to vote at all" - that is right up there with the most ridiculous things I've ever heard. Your decision to not vote isn't going to mean that neither candidate wins the election. One of those people is going to win, whether you vote or not, so just pick the one who bothers you less, okay? Or else you have no right to complain.

Not to mention that the presidential election isn't the only election you should be voting in. You have local elections, too! Again, if you don't vote, you have ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT WHATSOEVER to complain about the way things turn out. Freedom of speech, my ass. A Democracy is a contract between the government and the governed, and if you don't hold up your end of the bargain, then you're just a freeloading ninny. Grow up and vote.

I didn't mean to get quite so worked up, sorry. Okay, I'm done now.

Monday, September 22, 2008

I'm actually pretty impressed.

Brandon's favorite book right now is Green Eggs and Ham. His favorite character is the goat, or as he says it, the "goap". Every page where the goat appears, Brandon points it out and exclaims, "goap!" He absolutely insists that that's how the word is pronounced. Or maybe it's just the Seussian goat that is a "goap", I don't know for sure.

Anyway, we decided that Brandon absolutely had to have a t-shirt with a picture of the goat, with the word "goap" under it. I scanned a picture out of the book, spent quite a lot of time in Photoshop, making the surrounding area in the image transparent, and painting out the stuff that bled through from the facing page. I uploaded it to Zazzle, designed my shirt, and placed the order yesterday.

I've gotta hand it to the folks at Zazzle, they're actualy paying attention. They immediately recognized it as a copyrighted image and cancelled my order. Good for them.

I'm still making the shirt. I'll just buy a blank one and print out an iron-on. It's not like I was going to sell it or anything - I just want a funny shirt that's only funny to me and Brian, that will only be funny for maybe a month or two until Brandon starts saying the word right.

GOAP!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

you know you're getting old when...

...your birthday present is a new keyboard for your computer. Not because you wanted one, but because you needed one, because you spilled miso soup on your old one and, as if that wasn't stupid enough, you didn't think to unplug it right away and it shorted out and stopped responding.

I did the same exact thing about 9 years ago, except with water. You'd think that I'd remember the lessons I learned back then, but...hey, what can I say, it was a long time ago and, as we have established, I am old. I mean - for my birthday, I got something that I not only needed, but that I needed right now, this is an emergency. At least we went out to dinner while we were at the mall.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

mice! yipee!

Number of mice we've captured and released: 7
How we've caught them:
In a drawstring bag: 3
With a Gladware bowl and a piece of cardstock: 1
In a backpack: 1
In a pack of diapers: 1
In a toaster: 1
In a snack cup: just barely missed getting 1
In a humane mousetrap: 0
Number of times an eyewitness saw a mouse enter the humane trap, pick up the food, and exit the trap without tripping it: 2
Number of mosquitoes I've killed with my bare hands (inside my house) since the mice scared off the geckos, allowing the insect population to skyrocket: too many to count

my brain might need an oil change, it's running a little sluggishly

Today I took the boys shopping. First we went to Toys R Us to get a present for the little girl whose birthday party we're going to on Sunday. What on earth does a 1-year-old girl like? I have no way of knowing, but I made my best guess and brought it to the register...at which point I realized that I didn't have my wallet. So I put the boys back in the car, drove home, grabbed my wallet from in front of the computer, got back in the car, went back to the toy store, and made my purchase.

Then we went across the street to the mall. Fist we had smoothies, then we went to The Children's Place to get some new jeans for both boys. As it turns out, neither of them has jeans in their current size - the last time I bought for Brandon was a year ago, and the first pair I bought for him was a size 12-18 months, so I don't have any hand-me-downs for Jackie right now. And yes, I do think it's important that my 5-month-old has jeans. Besides, they are $14.50 a pair or two for $22, so why not?

Anyway, I held up two pairs of jeans and asked Brandon which one he liked better - the one with the pockets and loops, or the regular ones. "Pockets!" Carpenter jeans it is. I grabbed a pair of Classics for Jack and went the register. As I was putting them down, I noticed that Jack's pair was a size 6-9 months, which was odd, since I had meant to grab a 12 month (I usually buy up a size when it comes to things like jeans and shorts). Once that was rectified, I paid, and we went on our merry way.

It wasn't until we got home that I noticed that Brandon's pair is a 24-month instead of a 3T. So I grabbed the wrong size - one size too small - two times in as many minutes. And now I get to go back to the frickin' mall to get the right size. Fan-freakin'-tastic.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

bullet-licious

It's been a while - I had family in town - so without further ado, here's some bullets:

  • The latest on the birthday party front: "Spuss-bop" aka, SpongeBob. I need to figure out what I'm going to do for the invitations to top last year's.
  • I made the cake. I understand some of Pablo's criticisms but I still think he's a dumbass. The moistness did, in fact, dissipate, or dessicate, or whatever the hell he meant when he said "designate", when individual slices were refrigerated. Not like a fog on its way to mass, though. I don't think I'll use the cake recipe again, but the frosting was awesome. None of my pirate guests said the cake was moist (it wasn't, particularly) but they did say it was delicious.

    Please excuse the blips in the decorating...I was working without a turntable and this was the first time my frosting was firm enough to actually decorate with it. (Yeah, so, I figured out why my buttercream never turned out right...I didn't have a stand mixer. All hail the almighty Kitchenaid.)
  • My nephews came to visit. They are 3-year-old twins (about 8 months older than Brandon). They got along fantastically. People tended to think that they were triplets, especially when they were dressed for the beach, since they all had the same rashguard. (Rock on Old Navy.) I will show you a picture, try not to let your eyeballs melt from the cuteness.

  • Participating in the timesuck that is Twitter has really opened my eyes to something that I already knew but didn't really think about: random people who I haven't met and probably never will may be reading my blog. So I'm not going to post pictures of my kids' faces here anymore. In fact, I think I'm going to go back and remove any pictures or videos of them that I have already posted. Call me wacky, but I just don't feel right about it anymore. If you'd like to be put on the access list for my family blog, let me know what your email address is, and if I know you, I'll add it to the list. You'll have to have a blogger account, but there's no other way to do it. (ETA: Nothing against you "strangers" who actually comment here, and whose blogs I read, too. I consider you to be people who I know. It's the randoms lurkers that worry me. No offense to the random lurkers, either...but if I don't know you, I don't want you seeing my kids.)
  • Jack cut his first tooth. I know exactly when it happened, too, because he was chewing on my finger at the time. Not many kids can say that they cut their first tooth on Waikiki Beach...my baby is very special.