Sunday, November 29, 2009

It Must be Winter...

We have already had our first snow of the year (here is a view of our backyard). I guess I don't know if the word "already" is appropriate. I grew up with snow for Thanksgiving almost every year (in Michigan)...but it has been rare in Ohio thus far.
On Thanksgiving we just had a little bit of flurries here and there and we all joked about how it would be awhile before we'd have accumulation. Little did we know...it would be the next morning.

I'd love to post pictures of Carter chowing down on turkey and dressing, but this mommy forgot her camera. This may have been the first time I was without a camera in over a year. Prego brain I guess.

And I would love to post pictures of Carter and I braving Black Friday at Target and the Mall. But I was scared to take a second to take out my camera - for fear that someone would take this as a moment of weakness and hockey-check me into a wall and steal anything in my cart thinking it was some fabulous deal they had missed.

Ohh...and I would love to post pictures of Carter's first time seeing Santa and real reindeer...but he went with grandma G so mommy and daddy could go to dinner and have some quiet mommy and daddy time. We're terrible parents. I'm sorry we missed your first santa visit Carter...we promise to pay for your first year in therapy as an adult.
I do, however, have a picture of Carter in his new snow suit (the main reason I went out on Black Friday...that, and to buy over prices boots that can only be purchased at Stride Rite (due to somebody's extra-wide sized feet)). He wore this to romp around in the snow at the local Tree Lighting and go on a sleigh ride with grandma G.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I’ve decided that tomorrow I will teach the child about working in a corporation (just in case):

8am – he will awake to find that I have left him a memo announcing that I will be “the chair” of a 10am meeting regarding his lunch. He will wonder what "the chair" means...and why I couldn't just use another word.

8:30am – I will inform him that we will be having a 9am meeting to prepare for our 10am meeting. I’ll ask him to bring his thoughts on what he would like for lunch.

9am- Pre-Meeting: I will show him a partial outline of what I plan to tell him about at our 10am meeting (he won't get much from it...as it won't actually show much). I’ll ask him what his thoughts are on what he would like his lunch to be (specifically, could he please give me 3 food options…)
10am Meeting: I will show him 3 lunch options (all from the suggestions that he had brought up at our 9am meeting…except I will take credit for having thought of them).
I’ll ask him to point to a food from the 3 options – and let him know that this will be his lunch.

Noon: I will feed him a different food and then tell him that he had in fact picked this food…and not the food that he clearly remembers having selected.

12:15pm: I will send out a lunch conclusion memo using him as an example of how employees that don’t want to make mistakes should take better notes. And then I will cleverly make myself look like a compassionate and intelligent leader with a carefully worded warm ending.

12:30: Carter will go down for his nap angry and confused. Had he really picked that for lunch? He clearly remembers picking something else…he thinks I may have made that mistake…but is it worth confronting me? Would he be considered a “bad team player” if he confronted me? His review is coming up – maybe it’s better to keep quiet. But it seems like crap that he is the one that came up with the three food options and I took credit. This is all so unfair, he'll think.

Monday, November 23, 2009

There's an App for that...?

Now that I’ve come out of the “I’m pregnant” closet, I may as well share a recent story from a visit to my new doctor (I promise to leave out details).
I had decided to switch to a new doctor. Partially because we moved, and I wanted to have a doctor closer to home. Partially because my last doctor was a rusher (I hate being rushed). Oh yea…and also partially because I hold grudges and the student that jammed a screw driver into my spine multiple times trying to “learn” (also known as giving his first epidural) sort of ruined my experience at that hospital...well, that and the fact that when the epidural later fell out – the hospital staff left me without pain meds for over six hours (after a c-section). So, I don’t ever want to step foot in there again. Ever. Call me sensitive.

Anywho, I decided to try a new doctor. Now, admittedly…I can be somewhat picky about doctors. Specifically, doctors that you have to visit so often…and ones that handle the whole birthing process. So, I did some research, asked around, etc etc … and found a new doctor that I had a really good feeling about.

And before I go into the issue I had with this doctor, I would like to throw out there…he seems to be a very pleasant person and a good doctor. BUT, my issue is this…he had an OB/GYN iphone app. The reason I know this is because he was on his iphone through my entire appointment.

And after a little research (thanks Trad), I learned…there’s really “an app for that.” Which begs to ask the question, “Really Apple…have you gone too far?”

Introducing...

Internet, meet sea monkey. Sea monkey, meet internet

Sea Monkey should be arriving in early to mid June.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Playdates

You know your son needs a playdate when he follows the dog and cat around attempting to hand them balls, sippy cups, and various other toys to force any form of interaction. So we arranged for a nice long playdate for Carter today.

He was in toddler heaven. He and his buddy Bradley played with trucks, bouncy balls and all other boy-ish toys. We had one minor glow-worm related meltdown…but outside of that ... it was two little boys floating on a happy cloud of marshmallows and puppies.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

A special (post halloween) note:

Please don't forget that you can donate any hay that you may have used to decorate with. Local animal shelters can always use hay to help keep animals warm! Call your local shelter first to make sure it's ok...if they don't accept it - try another one!

The little critters will appreciate it!