See this google map on confirmed and probable cases. (The fine print at the top says "fatal cases have no dot.") Gulp.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
...Cassandra has a tooth! (Okay, it's not *that* surprising considering she is an infant and all.) Look carefully in the photo above and you'll see the drool ever-so-daintily dripping from her mouth. One lower central incisor (in case you cared) has already poked through a bit. We've even let Zander gently stick his finger in her mouth to feel it. She is such a 2nd child.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Where did Spring go?! It has hit 90 degrees two days in a row here. And it appears our air conditioning is broken (where "it appears" = "it's broken"). Oh and did I mention the minor flood in our laundry room last week? Thankfully, it was nothing like this one. Anyone want to join us on the road to financial ruin? I'm kidding.
This photo is from Zander's first miniature golf experience (for a friend's birthday party). Did I mention it was hot this weekend?
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I'm one of those people who rarely likes photos of herself. But I like this one. Not sure why. Must give credit where credit is due -- to Jessica of Portrait Playtime. Her daughter goes to school with Zander at Discovery Woods and, as a result, the school (and us!) sometimes benefits from her extraordinary talents.In the photo, I'm 'wearing' Cassandra in something called a Hotsling. She looks squished, but she likes it...really!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I know what you're thinking -- that the Cassandra Clock has been stuck at 3-9 for a few days. Actually, you're probably not thinking about content related to this blog. And I'm right there with you. I mean, it's not that I'm not *trying* to come up with content. Wait, is that a double negative? That reminds me, I forgot to RSVP for that birthday party. And oops, I've lost my keys again.
That's what it's like inside my head these days.
Related, Cassandra's daycare has a variety of daily and weekly activities. For one of these, we were supposed to dress her in green. Brad asked me which day that was and I was all, "Um. I couldn't give a hoot. The fact that she is dressed at all is what I care about." Okay, I didn't say "hoot."
Friday, April 17, 2009
This exchange took place yesterday morning:
Zander [excitedly yelling from his room]: "Mom...The Cassandra Clock is at 2-8!"
Me: "The what?"
Zander: "The Cassandra Clock! Come see."
I went to his room, where Cassandra had been hanging out on one of a few carpeted red dots and found this:
Zander: "Now she's at 3-9."
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Yesterday was the opening game of Washington Nationals 2009 season.
Apparently, fans are supposed to turn their hats inside out in support of a rally:
Employing the rally cap is wearing a baseball cap with a team’s logo inside out while silently wishing or praying for a losing team to rally and win a game. Usually the rally cap is worn by players and by fans in a superstitious attempt to turn around the team’s luck.
Hence the silly hats in this photo:
And apparently, life doesn't get much better than a baseball game with dad and a blue snow cone:
Unfortunately, the rally did not hold and a really important announcer in baseball died at the game.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
(said with added drama and a hand to the cheek)
My mom makes the Passover Seder fun for children (even when there is only one child over 4 months old) by including all sorts of props for the ten plagues. When I was growing up, it was the Manischewitz wine that made the seder fun. But I digress.
One of these props is (are?) masks for each plague. Zander remembered the plague masks from last year's Seder and made a big deal about being sure he got the "hail" mask again and then distributing the remaining plagues to the other participants. He lovingly picked out "lice" for Cassandra. Ironic because she is mostly bald. (Can you be 'mostly' bald?)
And here's a photo of one of the desserts my mom made:
How's that for a non sequitur?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I'm 38 years old. I am the mother of two children. Yet, when I drop my parents off at the airport for their departure flight after visiting with us, I cry like a baby.
Twenty years ago (can't even believe I am old enough to use that phrase), you couldn't have paid me to want to live with my parents. And although actually living under the same room with them for an extended period might be give me pause, it couldn't hurt to have them just a tad closer than 1035 miles.
And I'm not just saying this because my mom cooked elaborate, delicious meals for us or because my dad happily occupied a certain male preschooler, although neither of those things hurts the cause.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
As a result of a seasonal office "clean-up" day, I brought home an empty Rolodex and some blank cards. Gave them to Zander and he said:
"Thanks Mom -- that's the best present ever!"
Okay then. I'm thinking for his next birthday I'll bring home some old file folders and call it a day.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
What used to be just another busy weekend is now a frantic one. Probably not compared to some standards, but I still don't seem to have my parenting-two-children-act together yet. Getting closer though.
Grandma Susan came into town on Friday to help take care of Zander during part of his Spring Break and to prepare a Passover feast. Grandpa Mickey joined this evening. On Saturday, Aunt Janet had an odd (and extreme) attack of vertigo which sent her to the emergency room by ambulance. Seriously. She seems okay now, but it was scary.
Some subset of us went to another Ellis Paul concert, a pre-season baseball game (Washington Nationals vs. Baltimore Orioles), helped do some work at an lovely expansion site of Zander's preschool, and tried to stimulate the economy with a Kohl's 30% off coupon. (In case you were wondering, nursing a baby in a Kohl's dressing room is just fine. Changing the poopy diaper might not have been so fine, but what can ya' do?) Below are photos from the concert and the baseball game, but not of the poopy diaper.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
When Zander was first in daycare and his caregivers would provide a sheet with information on his day (what he ate or drank, how he slept, etc.), I would pore over the details and then save the sheet for posterity. I think I even still have a few of them. (Of course, on a surprise "drop by" in the morning one day we found the sheet already filled out -- for the afternoon, but that's a whole other rant about things long ago).
Anyway, I quickly glance at at these sheets from Cassandra's center, mostly to see when she last ate and if she slept at all. Then I throw it away. Brad comes home and asks to see the sheet sometimes, but it's too late.
Did I mention that last week she started rolling over from her back to her belly? And yesterday, according to her primary caregiver at the center, she rolled from her belly to her back. These were MOMENTOUS when Zander did them. Had I been blogging, the post would have been in all caps. Alas, I can't muster that level of excitement. It's not that I'm not desperately in love with this child -- I am. It's just different. Everyone said it would be, but I'm still surprised at just how different.