Monday, January 19, 2009
Christmas Pics
This was Christmas at my parents' house. You can see Emma in her second "First Christmas" outfit, the one that wasn't Alex's originally. Alex got several Transformers, that Football outfit he's wearing, and various other Toys That Are Currently on Amber Alert (since he can't find them. Already.). Emma got her first My Little Pony that crawls and talks and calls her Mommy. I died. :-) She also got a little piano and various other toys that, oddly enough, are NOT under Amber Alert. She also got a babysitter in the form of a black dog. Who luuurves her.
Love This!
Turn off your alarm, come back to bed, and snuggle for another hour and a half.
Then go do a puzzle with our son.
All before 7:30 a.m.
God, I love that man.
Then go do a puzzle with our son.
All before 7:30 a.m.
God, I love that man.
Updates
1. I, once again, get to wear the Mother of the Year crown. Last weekend Emma was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, I was sitting on one side of her, Scott behind her, and she reached over to the hamster cage. I grabbed her hand before she could stick her finger in, looked up at Scott to say something, and in that split second she managed to not only stick her finger in the cage but get the tip half bitten off by the little shit of a hamster. (I can't blame the hamster - it did look an awful lot like a teeny tiny carrot.) She's fine, didn't need stitches or anything, but it bled like a m-fer for 2 hours.
2. PICTURES! I finally have pictures! I'll post a few different posts over the next couple of days to get updated on our pictures, since we finally were able to get them off the camera. Something happened and the computer isn't recognizing the camera when I plug it in so we have to take an extra step and download them to the laptop, then move them over. Which I finally managed to get Scott to do this weekend since he's been working so hard lately. More pics coming soon!
3. Nursing: I quit pumping last week. I'm tired of it - I was getting two ounces in THREE DAYS. So I quit, and oddly enough, my supply seems to be back up and running. We may make it to a year yet.
4. My perfect sleeper has decided she doesn't want to be perfect anymore. Although, technically, she still is, since she's still sleeping through the night, and as soon as we GET her down, she sleeps 10+ hours. But the poor thing decided this week that she didn't want to GO to sleep, so we've been Ferberizing her the last day or two. Actually, I don't know if the method I'm using is Ferber or not, it's probably simple Cry It Out, but it involves putting her down and letting her cry for a successive number of minutes, and going in to comfort her and let her know we're here at intervals. Last night it was cry for 2 minutes, then comfort, then 5, then 10, and she was asleep before we got to the 15 minute period. She woke up happy as a clam this morning, so it's obviously not hurting her. This will probably take a couple of days and she'll be back to normal.
5. Alex got his yellow belt and sparring gear in Tae Kwon Do. He was very excited about the sparring gear especially, because now he gets to practice his kicks and punches ON OTHER PEOPLE. And he's really GOOD. If he can learn to control himself and be aware of things around him, he will do very well in TKD. He also asked about starting soccer again, so we're going to look into that.
6. This, sadly for me, will be Alex's last year in dance. We always said that as soon as he became aware of the stigma associated with male dancers that we would take him out unless he REALLY wanted to stay in. But he has been saying lately that he doesn't want to go to dance, and his little friend Spencer, who has 2 older siblings (one a teenager), has been making comments like "dancing is for girls." We don't want to teach him that Spencer is right, so we finish out the year. But after that we'll tell him that TKD, gymnastics and soccer (or whatever else he does) are enough for him so we decided to drop one of his activities. He's actually pretty good at dance, but if he were to continue it would be on his terms, and the type of dance he wants to do, and I'm pretty sure ballet/tap/jazz isn't it. Although with the way he can shake his butt I'd say hip hop might be the way to go. :-) And he stays in gymnastics as long as possible - it has really helped his flexibility. The other parents at TKD marvel at how flexible he is when they do stretches and such.
So that's it. Posts with pictures coming later today. I have shopping and playing to do!
2. PICTURES! I finally have pictures! I'll post a few different posts over the next couple of days to get updated on our pictures, since we finally were able to get them off the camera. Something happened and the computer isn't recognizing the camera when I plug it in so we have to take an extra step and download them to the laptop, then move them over. Which I finally managed to get Scott to do this weekend since he's been working so hard lately. More pics coming soon!
3. Nursing: I quit pumping last week. I'm tired of it - I was getting two ounces in THREE DAYS. So I quit, and oddly enough, my supply seems to be back up and running. We may make it to a year yet.
4. My perfect sleeper has decided she doesn't want to be perfect anymore. Although, technically, she still is, since she's still sleeping through the night, and as soon as we GET her down, she sleeps 10+ hours. But the poor thing decided this week that she didn't want to GO to sleep, so we've been Ferberizing her the last day or two. Actually, I don't know if the method I'm using is Ferber or not, it's probably simple Cry It Out, but it involves putting her down and letting her cry for a successive number of minutes, and going in to comfort her and let her know we're here at intervals. Last night it was cry for 2 minutes, then comfort, then 5, then 10, and she was asleep before we got to the 15 minute period. She woke up happy as a clam this morning, so it's obviously not hurting her. This will probably take a couple of days and she'll be back to normal.
5. Alex got his yellow belt and sparring gear in Tae Kwon Do. He was very excited about the sparring gear especially, because now he gets to practice his kicks and punches ON OTHER PEOPLE. And he's really GOOD. If he can learn to control himself and be aware of things around him, he will do very well in TKD. He also asked about starting soccer again, so we're going to look into that.
6. This, sadly for me, will be Alex's last year in dance. We always said that as soon as he became aware of the stigma associated with male dancers that we would take him out unless he REALLY wanted to stay in. But he has been saying lately that he doesn't want to go to dance, and his little friend Spencer, who has 2 older siblings (one a teenager), has been making comments like "dancing is for girls." We don't want to teach him that Spencer is right, so we finish out the year. But after that we'll tell him that TKD, gymnastics and soccer (or whatever else he does) are enough for him so we decided to drop one of his activities. He's actually pretty good at dance, but if he were to continue it would be on his terms, and the type of dance he wants to do, and I'm pretty sure ballet/tap/jazz isn't it. Although with the way he can shake his butt I'd say hip hop might be the way to go. :-) And he stays in gymnastics as long as possible - it has really helped his flexibility. The other parents at TKD marvel at how flexible he is when they do stretches and such.
So that's it. Posts with pictures coming later today. I have shopping and playing to do!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Love This!
Occasionally I'll check etsy.com for adorable handmade items for Emma or my friends. I found the two below and my brain went "SQUEE!"
Trinity's Tutus Kristy, Jazlyn's getting one of these for her birthday. And it may come early. ;-)
Ladybug Dress
Trinity's Tutus Kristy, Jazlyn's getting one of these for her birthday. And it may come early. ;-)
Ladybug Dress
Saturday, January 17, 2009
REALLY Piss Me Off, Why Don't You
So the in-laws borrowed Alex last night and are keeping him for a couple of days. I'm enjoying my quiet morning reading various blogs and such, when through a movie-review website I found this link.
"Butterbodies"
Reading that article made me want to pick up my cat litter box and dump it on the head of the asshole who wrote it. And then pour more cat pee on his head so the litter really clumps up in his ears.
You know, I actually read Maxim magazine, and when my ex had a subscription to Playboy way back when, the girls and I who hung out at his apartment actually spent more time reading it than the guys did. (Although that probably stems from the fact that we were actually READING it, as opposed to ogling, but still...) I appreciate the humor, for the most part. And face it, I would read a napkin if it had something printed on it, I just like to read that much.
So I can appreciate and occasionally understand the stupid stuff I see on Spike TV when I'm catching reruns of CSI; the random "Bacon Porn" crap they print every month in Maxim; and hell, I even get the half-naked women (or at least, I like my male eye candy, I'm not going to begrudge Scott his female eye candy).
But "Butterbodies"? At first I got really pissed off, and by the time I was done reading that article my brain was so pissed off at *me* for reading it that it literally jumped out of my skull and ran away. I mean, Sara Ramirez? Drew Barrymore? What the hell are mothers teaching their sons if they can't find these beautiful, vibrant women attractive because they aren't stick thin? Holy shit, Sara Ramirez has hips! And BOOBS! And my husband finds her ridiculously hot, which I should probably hate her for, if I didn't have my own little girl-crush on her myself.
Then, after I calmed down a bit, I realized something. They might as well have called that list, "The Fat Girls' Guide to Being Successful in Hollywood," because really, every single one of those women is more famous and successful than the asshat who wrote that article. (God, what I wouldn't give for Salma Hayek's boobs. They're phenomenal. Scott agrees with me on that one.) And I can guarantee you that every single one of those women has had a harder time being successful in Hollywood than your average stick-thin, plasticized blonde.
I saw a picture recently of 3 women - Men's Ideal, Women's Ideal, and the National Average. I would link to the picture, but they're mostly naked (the important parts are covered) and I don't want innocent people being offended by it (comment me if you want to see it). If this picture wasn't proof of how hard women are on ourselves about our bodies, I don't know what is: Women's Ideal was a tall, thin size 8. Men's Ideal? Curvy size 12. National Average? Size 16.
You know the thing that pisses me off the most? Now even more people will go read that article and increase the asshole's ad revenue. Which was probably the point in the first place. Or at least I hope it was. The fact that someone (or worse, multitudes of someones) actually thinks that these women are fat and unattractive really does not make me feel good about raising my daughter in this world. Or my son, for that matter. I just hope that my influence on Alex and Emma can overcome the constant bombardment of "stick thin is the only thing you should have or be!"
I grew up with that. I know how hard it is being fat in this world, and having people either assume you're stupid because you're fat or that you don't ever stop eating. I also know that I'm not the only one who is constantly questioning my body or how I look - typically "beautiful" women do it too. And that's just sad. That any of us have to do it. Whenever I'm hanging out with my friends Jennie, Sara, Kelly, Laura - any of them, really - I always hear something about how they aren't happy with themselves. No matter how beautiful they may be (and they are all beautiful, each in her own way).
So why do we have to buy into what assholes like this guy (the author of the article) have to say? It's only the opinion of one guy, disseminated for the whole country to see like it's gospel. Not everyone thinks that way - in fact, most guys I've talked to don't. Different people are attracted to different things, but from childhood on we're made fun of or judged for what we find attractive, so then we start to think that something else is better, instead of the thing we originally loved.
I'm able to find something beautiful or attractive about just about everyone I meet, whether it be their features, personality, intelligence, banter - why can't everyone else?
"Butterbodies"
Reading that article made me want to pick up my cat litter box and dump it on the head of the asshole who wrote it. And then pour more cat pee on his head so the litter really clumps up in his ears.
You know, I actually read Maxim magazine, and when my ex had a subscription to Playboy way back when, the girls and I who hung out at his apartment actually spent more time reading it than the guys did. (Although that probably stems from the fact that we were actually READING it, as opposed to ogling, but still...) I appreciate the humor, for the most part. And face it, I would read a napkin if it had something printed on it, I just like to read that much.
So I can appreciate and occasionally understand the stupid stuff I see on Spike TV when I'm catching reruns of CSI; the random "Bacon Porn" crap they print every month in Maxim; and hell, I even get the half-naked women (or at least, I like my male eye candy, I'm not going to begrudge Scott his female eye candy).
But "Butterbodies"? At first I got really pissed off, and by the time I was done reading that article my brain was so pissed off at *me* for reading it that it literally jumped out of my skull and ran away. I mean, Sara Ramirez? Drew Barrymore? What the hell are mothers teaching their sons if they can't find these beautiful, vibrant women attractive because they aren't stick thin? Holy shit, Sara Ramirez has hips! And BOOBS! And my husband finds her ridiculously hot, which I should probably hate her for, if I didn't have my own little girl-crush on her myself.
Then, after I calmed down a bit, I realized something. They might as well have called that list, "The Fat Girls' Guide to Being Successful in Hollywood," because really, every single one of those women is more famous and successful than the asshat who wrote that article. (God, what I wouldn't give for Salma Hayek's boobs. They're phenomenal. Scott agrees with me on that one.) And I can guarantee you that every single one of those women has had a harder time being successful in Hollywood than your average stick-thin, plasticized blonde.
I saw a picture recently of 3 women - Men's Ideal, Women's Ideal, and the National Average. I would link to the picture, but they're mostly naked (the important parts are covered) and I don't want innocent people being offended by it (comment me if you want to see it). If this picture wasn't proof of how hard women are on ourselves about our bodies, I don't know what is: Women's Ideal was a tall, thin size 8. Men's Ideal? Curvy size 12. National Average? Size 16.
You know the thing that pisses me off the most? Now even more people will go read that article and increase the asshole's ad revenue. Which was probably the point in the first place. Or at least I hope it was. The fact that someone (or worse, multitudes of someones) actually thinks that these women are fat and unattractive really does not make me feel good about raising my daughter in this world. Or my son, for that matter. I just hope that my influence on Alex and Emma can overcome the constant bombardment of "stick thin is the only thing you should have or be!"
I grew up with that. I know how hard it is being fat in this world, and having people either assume you're stupid because you're fat or that you don't ever stop eating. I also know that I'm not the only one who is constantly questioning my body or how I look - typically "beautiful" women do it too. And that's just sad. That any of us have to do it. Whenever I'm hanging out with my friends Jennie, Sara, Kelly, Laura - any of them, really - I always hear something about how they aren't happy with themselves. No matter how beautiful they may be (and they are all beautiful, each in her own way).
So why do we have to buy into what assholes like this guy (the author of the article) have to say? It's only the opinion of one guy, disseminated for the whole country to see like it's gospel. Not everyone thinks that way - in fact, most guys I've talked to don't. Different people are attracted to different things, but from childhood on we're made fun of or judged for what we find attractive, so then we start to think that something else is better, instead of the thing we originally loved.
I'm able to find something beautiful or attractive about just about everyone I meet, whether it be their features, personality, intelligence, banter - why can't everyone else?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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