Wednesday, May 28, 2008

For Posterity

Some might find this chart ironic since I spent a good chunk (ew) of high school and college intentionally puking and keeping it a deep, dark secret. And now here I am, posting an Excel chart on a public blog!

Others will simply stop coming to our house for a while.

Monday, May 26, 2008

The Teletubbies. Yes, I said the Teletubbies.

And while we're talking about the unpredictable behavior of preschoolers...

As is evident from this blog, Brad and I pretty much think that Zander is brilliant. (Don't most parents think this of their offspring?) However, in the last week or so, the child has stumbled on the infamous PBS show called the Teletubbies. Yes, those same Teletubbies with Tinky Winky (accused of promoting homosexuality by Jerry Falwell back in 1999) . Have you ever seen the Teletubbies? Let's just say they don't even pretend to be Baby Einstein.

The show is really rather trippy. They talk in baby talk; there's no real plot line; there is a sun with a giant, laughing, baby face super-imposed on it, etc. I asked Zander if the Teletubbies were people or animals and he said they were "people-animals." Oh, right.

Anyway, Z sits there, mouth agape, watching as if it is the most exciting show he has ever seen. And when it ends, he shouts "Again!" So, we're re-thinking the whole child prodigy thing.

See for yourself:

"Pretend you don't know"

Zander is in the midst of some odd phase where he asks that we pretend we don't know things. It usually goes like something like this:

Zander goes and hides in a big box and then says, "Pretend you don't know where I am and try to find me." We then make a big deal out of saying, "Has anyone seen Zander?" He eventually pops out and laughs and laughs.

It's all amusing enough although I don't entirely get it. The other day he wrapped himself up in a rug in the dining room and was pretending it was a rabbit hole. He would say, "Pretend you don't know that I'm in the rabbit hole!"

And earlier that very same evening, he was jumping off of a couch (in the room we consider our 'office') onto an orange blanket, pretending the blanket was a pool. A fun game, sure. But, my job was to come in after I heard the loud "thud" from the jump and pretend that I didn't know what made said "thud." After the 7th time, it got a little old.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Notes to self...

* Tums and/or other antacids are *not* for nausea. They are for heartburn and indigestion. If you eat them for nausea, they won't like it one bit and will come back to tell you. (Sorry for the TMI.)

* A entire box of Sour Patch Kids is not a good idea when feeling nauseous and/or have an empty stomach.

I know what you're thinking. "Grown women know these things." Well, now I do too. And yes, you are going to hear me kvetch for the next nine months.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Before Preggo vs. Preggo...

OR "When THIS Pregnant Woman Goes Grocery Shopping."

Before I was pregnant, I had a thing for chocolate covered marshmallows of any kind. My husband saw that some of my favorites were on sale at the grocery store post-Passover and stocked us up:

Pregnant, these are just not my thing. Can't eat 'em. Sorry. Too bad we have 60!

As I've mentioned before, I love me some Starbucks Lattes. That is, before pregnant. (This happened with Zander too. For some reason, lost the taste for lattes. Probably a good thing in the long run.) Ditto with seltzer. Used to love the stuff; now crushed ice water is the only way to go.

Before being pregnant, I would never have come home from the grocery store with this kind loot:

(Note that two of the packages are already cooked. Just in case I can't wait for the real stuff to cook. Isn't that convenient? Who knew?!)

And my daily staple, soon after waking up is a bagel. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it), the staple also requires cream cheese. Lots and lots of cream cheese. This is about a week's worth:

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

'The Telling' to Zander

So, Brad and I had thought long and hard about when and how to tell Zander that he was going to be a big brother. And in a perfect world, we might have waited until I began to "show" more. However, if by some chance, he found out by accident or overheard someone say "Congratulations," we didn't want him to feel left out, etc.

Last weekend, one morning Brad made omelets and bacon and had Zander bring it up to me in bed. (I heard a little voice say, "Mommy, open the door." And there he was, carefully and proudly holding a full-sized plate with which he had walked up the stairs.) I took the plate downstairs and joined them for breakfast.

At some point, we just realized it was the right time to tell him that he was going to have a baby brother or sister. First he commented that he would be just like two of his friends who already have younger siblings. (In reality, most of his friends already have them, but that's another story.)

Then, he excitedly said, "Can we name the baby we are going to get ZANDER?!" From there we dissolved into giggles imagining saying things like, "Time to brush your teeth Zander," and having both children come running.

Zander said, "Yes, I want that."

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Monthly Newsletter: - 6.5 months

Dear Two Lines:

Seems just yesterday you were one line. And when you first became two lines, you were so faint, that we tested and re-tested just to be sure you were you. Six tests later, your father stopped laughing at all the money I was throwing at pregnancy tests. (“Hey, let’s try this one, it’s digital! Now this one, it has a plus/minus sign!”)

But I didn’t feel pregnant yet (in contrast to when I was pregnant with your brother when I was sick for what seemed to be the entire first trimester). So, I carried you around in my pocket or my purse, my own little two-line secret. I would take you out and look at you in all your glory when no one was looking. Could it really be?

And that's the first time I said that -- "your brother." It dumbfounds me. How can I/we handle two? My biggest fear. Every mother I know tells me that there is instant room in her heart for the second, third, and so on. I believe that will be so for me too, but it's on blind faith.

I vowed that this journey would different from my first pregnancy. I would stay more active, gain less weight, eat fewer peanut M&Ms, fewer powdered sugar donuts, and less buffalo chicken wings. Ymmm, buffalo chicken wings. That was, of course, until the nausea kicked in. Now, stay out of my way if I'm hungry. I mean it. Zero to sixty, low blood sugar crabbiness set in probably 15 minutes ago. I have had a grilled cheese with french fries almost every day for at least three weeks now.

Oh, how I've yearned to kvetch on this here blog about the extreme fatigue that plagues me as if I was the first and only woman to have it. How I've yearned to mention that I've lost all interest in things I formerly cherished -- from lattes to seltzer to paying bills on time. I lay in bed at night marveling at those women you read about in People magazine who don't realize they are pregnant until they go until labor. How? How? HOW? I don't get it. And why not me?

And here I have started to spell out the word "N-U-T." (I'm not kidding myself, I know I'm almost there.)

Let the worrying begin! Who am I kidding -- the worrying began some time ago. I am just now announcing it here. But, now that we have heard your little heart beat and even told your brother, we feel we explain my odd behavior to the rest of the world. See you in December!


And there you have it. The reason for the incredible drought in posting lately. See, even looking at a computer screen can now send me barfing (which makes work a bit, um, inconvenient). Besides, I'm usually in bed by 8:30pm and I can't really justify getting up just to blog and then NOT hanging out with my husband, can I?

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Recently Overheard

Zander: "Daddy, what happens you die?" [Collective 'gulp' heard from parents. Does he mean "you" as in "Brad" or "you" as in "people" or something else entirely? Turns out his teacher told him that some things turn into dirt after they die, so we took it from there.]


Zander: "Where does rain come from?"
Me: "The clouds."
Zander: "But who said it should rain today?"


Zander: "My toenail must be too long because it is hurting my mouth."

Sunday, May 11, 2008

This is "Yardboe"

This is "Yardboe," so named by guess which almost four-year-old? He (the bunny) or she has lived in our yard for some time and is becoming less and less afraid of us. Exciting stuff, huh?

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

More Sippy Cups and the Trash People

Last weekend we made a somewhat spur-of-the-moment decision to see The Sippy Cups in concert. (I'm so neurotic organized that we usually have tickets for these things months ahead of time.) We had seen them once before.

Luckily, we were able to get tickets and front row seats. And although the concert was good, Zander was tired (since he has had "too much energy" to nap as of late), and spent most of the show like this:

The biggest hit of the day for Z was "The Trash People." The concert was being held at the National Geographic headquarters in downtown D.C. and "The Trash People" is a temporary exhibit by artist HA Schult in the courtyard. The photos below don't do it justice. If you're in the neighborhood, check it out.

(And thanks again to Bay-area cousins Laura and Lisa for introducing us to The Sippy Cups.)

Tuesday, May 6, 2008


We have a baseball-obsessed little boy on our hands lately.

See these photos from the last two games (Zander's third and fourth games this year so far):

Come to our house and at any given time you will find Z and at least one adult involved in our own baseball game, be it outside or inside. In Zander's imagination, the Nationals always win and the score is usually 88 to 4. He can tell you many of the players names, their respective positions, and which number jersey each wears.

Apparently, one of the last games they attended, Zander asked Brad why the New York Mets have an "M" on their caps but the Washington Nationals have a "W" on theirs -- shouldn't the Mets have an "N" for New York? [I wasn't there so don't know exactly how this question came out.]

Finally, Sunday morning I came downstairs and Z wanted to show me how he could slide into home plate. And boy, did he slide. Unfortunately, it was on a rug and he quickly started saying, "ow, ow, ow, ow." Don't think he'll be doing that again anytime soon.

Monday, May 5, 2008

All those years, I never was able to spell "dachshund" without looking it up

Too bizarre/cute/interesting for a wiener dog lover not to post:

If you have it in you, go to "video" and watch the trailer for this documentary on the dark-side of wiener dog races.

Samson (1994-2006), we miss you.

(A belated "thanks" to Mark for the tip on the documentary.)

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Happy Birthday Grandma Susan!

Here is Zander singing to Grandma Susan. Certainly not his finest performance -- he throws in some baby voice for effect -- but it's the thought that counts, right?

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Don't expect to hear from me today

I am so not posting today. Why? Because NaBloPoMo is over for me and I don't have to, so there. My shining maturity coming through again, I know.

P.S. If you-- like my astute cousin Lisa -- are wondering why there are some recent font changes on this here blog, well, go ask blogger because I didn't change them.