It happened just before Christmas...
Scene - Hubby is reading SPIN.
Hubby: Oh my God, what happened to Sanjaya?
Me (fixing hair in bathroom): What?
Hubby: Sanjaya. He looks terrible. (Silence.) Who's M.I.A.?
What I'm listening to: Feist
I just: Helped Colin open a Ziploc bag
Now I'm gonna: Keep him from smashing his toes with a baby bathtub
Monday, December 31, 2007
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Full-term and feelin' it
I'm now 36 weeks pregnant... WOW.
When I got off the elevator at the mall yesterday, this little girl (accompanied by her younger sisters and mom), saw my stomach, her eyes widened, her mouth hung opened, and she gasped, "Oh my... oh wow... wow, look at that!!!!!!!!!" Gently, her mom said, "Yes - she has a baby in her tummy, just like Mommy did!" (Good save, Mom!)
I'm the kind of woman who carries ALL FRONT. So I often get that kind of response, especially when someone has only seen me from the back and then I turn around and they say, "WHOA - look at that baby!" I've definitely seen women who end up like actress Bridget Moynahan - she could have balanced a tray of coffee on her stomach in the last month of her pregnancy. I'm not at that point, but strangely, I still have a waist!
My sciatica is still acting up, but Colin has been so sweet and generally helpful - not that he doesn't sometimes still drive me crazy. I mean, he's only two-and-a-half years old! But if I'm sitting on the sofa, using the heating pad, he'll say, "You 'kay, Mommy? You 'kay? Here, Mommy. Warm and cozy." And he tucks a blanket around me. Nice!
Colin's vocabulary has exploded over the last month. He still applies some developmentally-appropriate phonological processes in his speech, which makes understanding him a bit of a challenge on occasion. Some of my favorites:
Nehkis: music
Tafa: pasta
Keenee: zucchini
Wawa: Kira (his aunt)
Nahnah: Naiya (our neighbor)
We've been prepping him for the birth of his baby sister. He tells people, "Baby sister in Mommy tummy. Baby sister move move move, Mommy back owie hurt. Baby sister seep in kib in Caudin woom." (Did you get that last part?)
Meanwhile, I'm glad to be on maternity leave! What a relief! And I'm milking it for all it's worth, because the doctor is "hedging her bets" that the baby is coming January 15-22, instead of January 26-ish. We'll see....
On a totally, completely different note: I just saw that People put out a "Gone Too Soon" edition that celebrates the lives of performers who died young (young-ish?). They had freakin' PAULA YATES in there - who is mostly famous for the more-famous men with whom she slept (Bob Geldof, Michael Hutchence), the weird names of her children (Fifi Trixibelle, Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily, and so on...), and the fact that she killed herself, rather than her career as a talk show host or whatever. And yet, may I add... NO JEFF BUCKLEY? Puhleeeeeze.
What I'm listening to right now: The sound of the football game on TV in the other room
I just: Talked to our friend Ben on the phone
Now I'm gonna: Do a little online browsing! (Shopping-wise.)
When I got off the elevator at the mall yesterday, this little girl (accompanied by her younger sisters and mom), saw my stomach, her eyes widened, her mouth hung opened, and she gasped, "Oh my... oh wow... wow, look at that!!!!!!!!!" Gently, her mom said, "Yes - she has a baby in her tummy, just like Mommy did!" (Good save, Mom!)
I'm the kind of woman who carries ALL FRONT. So I often get that kind of response, especially when someone has only seen me from the back and then I turn around and they say, "WHOA - look at that baby!" I've definitely seen women who end up like actress Bridget Moynahan - she could have balanced a tray of coffee on her stomach in the last month of her pregnancy. I'm not at that point, but strangely, I still have a waist!
My sciatica is still acting up, but Colin has been so sweet and generally helpful - not that he doesn't sometimes still drive me crazy. I mean, he's only two-and-a-half years old! But if I'm sitting on the sofa, using the heating pad, he'll say, "You 'kay, Mommy? You 'kay? Here, Mommy. Warm and cozy." And he tucks a blanket around me. Nice!
Colin's vocabulary has exploded over the last month. He still applies some developmentally-appropriate phonological processes in his speech, which makes understanding him a bit of a challenge on occasion. Some of my favorites:
Nehkis: music
Tafa: pasta
Keenee: zucchini
Wawa: Kira (his aunt)
Nahnah: Naiya (our neighbor)
We've been prepping him for the birth of his baby sister. He tells people, "Baby sister in Mommy tummy. Baby sister move move move, Mommy back owie hurt. Baby sister seep in kib in Caudin woom." (Did you get that last part?)
Meanwhile, I'm glad to be on maternity leave! What a relief! And I'm milking it for all it's worth, because the doctor is "hedging her bets" that the baby is coming January 15-22, instead of January 26-ish. We'll see....
On a totally, completely different note: I just saw that People put out a "Gone Too Soon" edition that celebrates the lives of performers who died young (young-ish?). They had freakin' PAULA YATES in there - who is mostly famous for the more-famous men with whom she slept (Bob Geldof, Michael Hutchence), the weird names of her children (Fifi Trixibelle, Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily, and so on...), and the fact that she killed herself, rather than her career as a talk show host or whatever. And yet, may I add... NO JEFF BUCKLEY? Puhleeeeeze.
What I'm listening to right now: The sound of the football game on TV in the other room
I just: Talked to our friend Ben on the phone
Now I'm gonna: Do a little online browsing! (Shopping-wise.)
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
I finally get The Question
So, while working with my class of five students - all aged four years, but for one (who is a very mature five-and-a-half) - I finally got The Question.
Student A: Did you have your baby yet?
Me (pointing to my stomach): Nope, it's still in there. You just can't see it as well because I'm wearing black, which is slimming.
(Female student nods approvingly - scary! I was just joking!)
Student B: How is the baby going to get out?
(Uh-oh! Think quickly!)
Me: I'm going to go to the hospital and have the doctor take it out.
Student B: Then the doctor cuts it in half?
(????)
Me: The doctor doesn't cut the baby in half!
Student B: No, your stomach.
(Another student, running late, comes up the portable ramp and distracts the children. Partial success!)
In other news, apparently, the other SLP got "in trouble" (her words) for mentioning that the Pilgrims left England because they wanted to worship God - this was in response to a student's question, mind you. I said, "Yeah, I sanitized that one down to, 'The Pilgrims wanted to live a certain way, and there were mean people being mean to them, and they felt sad, so they got on the Mayflower and came to America.'"
In non-school-related news, I was stunned by my son's admission yesterday. We were playing with his trains at the table, and suddenly, I noticed that he was kind of looking off to the side, with a smile on his place, and then he kind of chuckled. I asked, "Colin - what are you thinking about?" He looked at me and said, "About Gigi, and Grandma, come visit Colin." He was daydreaming! He was reliving his visit to Gigi (great-grandma) with Grandma from the week before (his grammar was off, but I knew of what he was speaking). I said, "Oh, yeah, you had fun! What did you do with Gigi?" He said, "Gigi and Colin eat cheese. 'Oooo, wow, cheese!' Then, we pick oranges, apples. Twist, twist, PULL! Fall down the tree. Pick up."
I can't believe it... we had a conversation. He was reliving memories for me. (And I know it's all true, because my MIL told me what they did last Wednesday!) I am reveling in this episode, because no matter how much book learning you have in your field, when you see your child doing something for the first few times, it's AMAZING.
What I'm listening to: Nothing
I just: Read Defamer
Now I'm gonna: Get Colin from daycare so we can cook dinner together
Student A: Did you have your baby yet?
Me (pointing to my stomach): Nope, it's still in there. You just can't see it as well because I'm wearing black, which is slimming.
(Female student nods approvingly - scary! I was just joking!)
Student B: How is the baby going to get out?
(Uh-oh! Think quickly!)
Me: I'm going to go to the hospital and have the doctor take it out.
Student B: Then the doctor cuts it in half?
(????)
Me: The doctor doesn't cut the baby in half!
Student B: No, your stomach.
(Another student, running late, comes up the portable ramp and distracts the children. Partial success!)
In other news, apparently, the other SLP got "in trouble" (her words) for mentioning that the Pilgrims left England because they wanted to worship God - this was in response to a student's question, mind you. I said, "Yeah, I sanitized that one down to, 'The Pilgrims wanted to live a certain way, and there were mean people being mean to them, and they felt sad, so they got on the Mayflower and came to America.'"
In non-school-related news, I was stunned by my son's admission yesterday. We were playing with his trains at the table, and suddenly, I noticed that he was kind of looking off to the side, with a smile on his place, and then he kind of chuckled. I asked, "Colin - what are you thinking about?" He looked at me and said, "About Gigi, and Grandma, come visit Colin." He was daydreaming! He was reliving his visit to Gigi (great-grandma) with Grandma from the week before (his grammar was off, but I knew of what he was speaking). I said, "Oh, yeah, you had fun! What did you do with Gigi?" He said, "Gigi and Colin eat cheese. 'Oooo, wow, cheese!' Then, we pick oranges, apples. Twist, twist, PULL! Fall down the tree. Pick up."
I can't believe it... we had a conversation. He was reliving memories for me. (And I know it's all true, because my MIL told me what they did last Wednesday!) I am reveling in this episode, because no matter how much book learning you have in your field, when you see your child doing something for the first few times, it's AMAZING.
What I'm listening to: Nothing
I just: Read Defamer
Now I'm gonna: Get Colin from daycare so we can cook dinner together
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Uh, okay...
An awkward "kids (continue to) say the darndest things"...
Today, in speech class:
Four-year-old girl: May I please shut the door?
Me: Is it too loud outside?
Four-year-old girl: Yes.
Me: Okay, go ahead.
Four-year-old boy: Now the door is closed, no one can come and shoot us.
(Comment from husband: "Boy, is that a sign of the times or what?")
What I'm listening to: "Hang Me Out to Dry" - Cold War Kids
I just: Checked out how much it would cost to buy the PLS-4 because I haven't used the Battelle and I just want to get rid of it
Now I'm gonna: Go watch TiVo!
Today, in speech class:
Four-year-old girl: May I please shut the door?
Me: Is it too loud outside?
Four-year-old girl: Yes.
Me: Okay, go ahead.
Four-year-old boy: Now the door is closed, no one can come and shoot us.
(Comment from husband: "Boy, is that a sign of the times or what?")
What I'm listening to: "Hang Me Out to Dry" - Cold War Kids
I just: Checked out how much it would cost to buy the PLS-4 because I haven't used the Battelle and I just want to get rid of it
Now I'm gonna: Go watch TiVo!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Kids say the darndest things - Thanksgiving edition
Four-year-old boy discusses Thanksgiving with me.
Me: What did the Native Americans teach the Pilgrims to do?
Student: Eat!
Me: Okay, eat, but first they taught the Pilgrims how to grow the food. What did they teach the Pilgrims to grow?
Student: Pizza!
What I'm listening to: Nothing (I'm at work)
I just: Finished working with a group
Now I'm gonna: Go see a private client
Me: What did the Native Americans teach the Pilgrims to do?
Student: Eat!
Me: Okay, eat, but first they taught the Pilgrims how to grow the food. What did they teach the Pilgrims to grow?
Student: Pizza!
What I'm listening to: Nothing (I'm at work)
I just: Finished working with a group
Now I'm gonna: Go see a private client
Saturday, November 17, 2007
No, I didn't forget!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEFF!!!!
Wish we had a chance to see what else you could do....
The Official Jeff Buckley Website
Wish we had a chance to see what else you could do....
The Official Jeff Buckley Website
Friday, November 16, 2007
The hilarity continues...
Upon walking out of day care, after sunset.
Colin: Dark.
Me: Yeah, it's a little dark.
Colin: No, Mommy, BIIIIG dark.
A four-year-old student opens his mouth like he's going to say something, then shuts it.
Me: Brian, were you going to say something?
Student: Oh, I just forgot that you have a baby in your tummy, then I remembered.
Me: Yes, I do! Good job - you remembered.
Student: Yeah, my mom's getting fat too, but she doesn't have a baby in her tummy.
Me: Okay, I'm not going to tell your mom you said that, but thanks for sharing!
Another four-year-old student, who just saw the "Transformers" movie. If you know the theme song from the cartoon, you'll get this!
Student: C'mon trucks - let's go meet the eye!
My five-year-old student, seeing another student crying.
Student: My daddy said I could only cry if I was bleeding or dying.
What I'm listening to: The washer and dryer
I just: Swiffered the floor
Now I'm gonna: Take a nap!
Colin: Dark.
Me: Yeah, it's a little dark.
Colin: No, Mommy, BIIIIG dark.
A four-year-old student opens his mouth like he's going to say something, then shuts it.
Me: Brian, were you going to say something?
Student: Oh, I just forgot that you have a baby in your tummy, then I remembered.
Me: Yes, I do! Good job - you remembered.
Student: Yeah, my mom's getting fat too, but she doesn't have a baby in her tummy.
Me: Okay, I'm not going to tell your mom you said that, but thanks for sharing!
Another four-year-old student, who just saw the "Transformers" movie. If you know the theme song from the cartoon, you'll get this!
Student: C'mon trucks - let's go meet the eye!
My five-year-old student, seeing another student crying.
Student: My daddy said I could only cry if I was bleeding or dying.
What I'm listening to: The washer and dryer
I just: Swiffered the floor
Now I'm gonna: Take a nap!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Fun With Kids
Working with preschoolers can, occasionally, be fun!
While testing a student to see if he can describe others accurately:
Me: How do I look? Tell me about my clothes, my hair, stuff like that.
Little boy: Pretty!
While our group matches up "cold" things with the snowman picture and "hot" things with the sun picture:
Little boy, pointing to the snowman picture: It's cold in winter.
Little girl: Ohhhhh! I've never BEEN to winter before!
Little boy telling his mom about another little boy, who is on the autistic spectrum and usually doesn't communicate well:
Little boy: Mom! He talks! I said, "Do you want to come to circle time?" and he said, "No!"
What I'm listening to: Colin talking to me
I just: Called a store about glider rockers
Now I'm gonna: Go outside to play!
While testing a student to see if he can describe others accurately:
Me: How do I look? Tell me about my clothes, my hair, stuff like that.
Little boy: Pretty!
While our group matches up "cold" things with the snowman picture and "hot" things with the sun picture:
Little boy, pointing to the snowman picture: It's cold in winter.
Little girl: Ohhhhh! I've never BEEN to winter before!
Little boy telling his mom about another little boy, who is on the autistic spectrum and usually doesn't communicate well:
Little boy: Mom! He talks! I said, "Do you want to come to circle time?" and he said, "No!"
What I'm listening to: Colin talking to me
I just: Called a store about glider rockers
Now I'm gonna: Go outside to play!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Still pickin' on whiners
Poor, poor Ryan Adams. Dude puts out, like, six albums per year, and still he can't get a decent sound system at a concert? So what does he do? He throws a fit. Boo hoo: what a baby! Of course, in this month's SPIN Magazine, he also insists that the Grateful Dead are a punk band. Uh-huh.
Now, for the anti-whiner: have you checked out the Swedish TV host who threw up on-air because of menstrual cramps? Now THAT is a pro. THAT is someone with balls. Ryan Adams, you could take a lesson from Miss Eva Nazemson.
(If you're feeling strong, check out the video here, with English subtitles.
What I'm listening to: Colin singing the Alphabet Song
I just: Ate lunch, read the news on CNN.com
Now I'm gonna: Play with Colin before naptime
Now, for the anti-whiner: have you checked out the Swedish TV host who threw up on-air because of menstrual cramps? Now THAT is a pro. THAT is someone with balls. Ryan Adams, you could take a lesson from Miss Eva Nazemson.
(If you're feeling strong, check out the video here, with English subtitles.
What I'm listening to: Colin singing the Alphabet Song
I just: Ate lunch, read the news on CNN.com
Now I'm gonna: Play with Colin before naptime
Monday, September 10, 2007
For shame, for shame
Part 1: Vanessa Hudgens
So, she took cheescake photos. And, apparently, she did the same thing as a 15-16 year old (sending the pics to a co-star in a TV show). The girl's judgement is not spot-on. But I'm sure MANY of these tsk-tsking moms who are quoted as saying, "Well, my eight-year-old daughter is NOT going to be a fan anymore," pr'y have their own Naked Photo Past. But they're not famous, and no one wants to see them naked. Plus, just tell your kid, "She took naked photos, and someone found them. That's why you don't take naked photos. We all learned something here today!"
Part 2: Britney Spears
This is where the real shame comes in. Her VMA performance was just.... sad. Her outfit was too skimpy for her current figure. She could barely keep her balance in those boots. And her dancing - well, it wasn't really dancing now, was it. It was Brit-Brit, looking uncomfortable, shifting her weight from foot to foot, letting the backup dancers do all of the work. Ouch. Where is her management? This could have been a golden moment! And the pained looks of other entertainers in the audience were too much. (My favorite: 50 Cent. Some talking head made the comment later to the effect that "50 Cent got shot nine times, and even HE thought this was more painful.") Oh, oh, Britney. Lament!
Right now I'm listening to: The pro football game audio from the living room
I just: Finished Photoshopping clip art for my students tomorrow (first day!)
Now I'm gonna: Eat some ice cream!
So, she took cheescake photos. And, apparently, she did the same thing as a 15-16 year old (sending the pics to a co-star in a TV show). The girl's judgement is not spot-on. But I'm sure MANY of these tsk-tsking moms who are quoted as saying, "Well, my eight-year-old daughter is NOT going to be a fan anymore," pr'y have their own Naked Photo Past. But they're not famous, and no one wants to see them naked. Plus, just tell your kid, "She took naked photos, and someone found them. That's why you don't take naked photos. We all learned something here today!"
Part 2: Britney Spears
This is where the real shame comes in. Her VMA performance was just.... sad. Her outfit was too skimpy for her current figure. She could barely keep her balance in those boots. And her dancing - well, it wasn't really dancing now, was it. It was Brit-Brit, looking uncomfortable, shifting her weight from foot to foot, letting the backup dancers do all of the work. Ouch. Where is her management? This could have been a golden moment! And the pained looks of other entertainers in the audience were too much. (My favorite: 50 Cent. Some talking head made the comment later to the effect that "50 Cent got shot nine times, and even HE thought this was more painful.") Oh, oh, Britney. Lament!
Right now I'm listening to: The pro football game audio from the living room
I just: Finished Photoshopping clip art for my students tomorrow (first day!)
Now I'm gonna: Eat some ice cream!
Thursday, September 06, 2007
And now, in other news...
Ever wanted to drive a Daihatsu? Ever felt like a closeted gay man ready for some annoyingly repetitive guitar work? Work your way over to the German Daihatsu Trevis website and test-drive a shirtless cowboy, a possibly WWII-era airman... partially undressed, or a Great Gatsby-esque, um, baseball player-type who is... uh... again, half-naked. Watch them dance! Watch them pose! Wonder exactly to whom the Trevis is being targeted! (Not soccer moms. Or just very, very naive soccer moms.)
Click "go" under each gentleman to enjoy some awkward dancing.
Hmmm.
iPhone, waaa waaa waaa, pfthhhhhhhhhhhh!
So, apparently, angry first-generation iPhone users (should I say version 1.0?) are blasting Steve Jobs, threatening to rip him a new one, because they bought the iPhone before its price cut. Thus begins my multi-point post:
Why These iPhone Users Are Whiny Little Bitches
(1) They were early adopters. Many things are much more expensive in their early iterations. You don't see my parents begging for money back on their big honkin' microwave they bought back in 1980, now, do you? They got use out of it and enjoyed it! (For many, many years, actually.)
(2) They just HAD to have the iPhone. Now! Yesterday! Be the first ones in line! They wanted to walk around with their iPhones, show everyone their iPhones, brag about their iPhones, blog about the iPhones. They wanted to be hip! In-the-know! So... they paid full price and got the attention and "cool credit". Now they're complaining?
(3) Want that latest outfit at your favorite store? Buy it now, full price, and wear it before anyone else. Wait a month, and it will go on sale for 20% off. Wait another two weeks, and it's 40% off. It's your choice. It's a free country. If you paid full price for the iPhone, flaws and all, because you needed it FIRST, you weren't going to get it at a discount.
I'm surprised that Steve Jobs is offering a $100 credit. He's known for being stubborn, controlling, and kind of a freak (living in Silicon Valley, I know people who know him). Live it and breathe it, Steve! You're going easy on these people! They're your slaves, and they'll keep crawling back for the Next Best Thing that you create!
Some people just need to GROW UP.
Right now I'm listening to: "What Goes Around Comes Around" by Justin Timberlake (wow, the irony)
I just: Read the news online (of course!)
Now I'm gonna: Go get my chai tea latte out of the microwave... that will be replaced as SOON AS THERE'S A SALE, DAMMIT!
Why These iPhone Users Are Whiny Little Bitches
(1) They were early adopters. Many things are much more expensive in their early iterations. You don't see my parents begging for money back on their big honkin' microwave they bought back in 1980, now, do you? They got use out of it and enjoyed it! (For many, many years, actually.)
(2) They just HAD to have the iPhone. Now! Yesterday! Be the first ones in line! They wanted to walk around with their iPhones, show everyone their iPhones, brag about their iPhones, blog about the iPhones. They wanted to be hip! In-the-know! So... they paid full price and got the attention and "cool credit". Now they're complaining?
(3) Want that latest outfit at your favorite store? Buy it now, full price, and wear it before anyone else. Wait a month, and it will go on sale for 20% off. Wait another two weeks, and it's 40% off. It's your choice. It's a free country. If you paid full price for the iPhone, flaws and all, because you needed it FIRST, you weren't going to get it at a discount.
I'm surprised that Steve Jobs is offering a $100 credit. He's known for being stubborn, controlling, and kind of a freak (living in Silicon Valley, I know people who know him). Live it and breathe it, Steve! You're going easy on these people! They're your slaves, and they'll keep crawling back for the Next Best Thing that you create!
Some people just need to GROW UP.
Right now I'm listening to: "What Goes Around Comes Around" by Justin Timberlake (wow, the irony)
I just: Read the news online (of course!)
Now I'm gonna: Go get my chai tea latte out of the microwave... that will be replaced as SOON AS THERE'S A SALE, DAMMIT!
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
That's not what I meant
Scene: I was reading the picture book "Out and About" with Colin before his nap today. On the food page, there is a partially unwrapped bar of chocolate.
Me: Look!
Colin: Whadat?
Me: A bar of chocolate. Daddy likes that.
Colin: (pointing down hallway, toward the computer) Chokit Wain!
Yes, the hubby must stop enjoying the YouTube sensation "Chocolate Rain" with Colin. Immediately.
Right now I'm listening to: Nothing at the moment
I just: Read my e-mail
Now I'm gonna: Take a nap!
Me: Look!
Colin: Whadat?
Me: A bar of chocolate. Daddy likes that.
Colin: (pointing down hallway, toward the computer) Chokit Wain!
Yes, the hubby must stop enjoying the YouTube sensation "Chocolate Rain" with Colin. Immediately.
Right now I'm listening to: Nothing at the moment
I just: Read my e-mail
Now I'm gonna: Take a nap!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
More "reunion" weekend photos
We LOVED going up to Bellevue for Will and Nichole's wedding. Here are more pics from the weekend.
The magnificent newlyweds. I can't believe Will is married - I remember when he was born! And it was such a joy to meet Nichole - she is a lovely, lovely girl. Looking forward to getting to know her better!
No babies were harmed in the making of this photo - no matter what Matthew's face says!
Colin and Matthew chatting away.
The magnificent newlyweds. I can't believe Will is married - I remember when he was born! And it was such a joy to meet Nichole - she is a lovely, lovely girl. Looking forward to getting to know her better!
No babies were harmed in the making of this photo - no matter what Matthew's face says!
Colin and Matthew chatting away.
Right now I'm listening to: The a/c unit. Again.
I just: Came back from job #1.
Now I'm gonna: See a private client. Ciao!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The White House and someonesmom
Here we are! Two bloggers/cousins with our boys. My family had a great time visiting Bellevue for Cousin Will's wedding. More pics forthcoming.
Right now I'm listening to: The a/c unit (that's not a new band)
I just: Finished a webinar on accent modification
Now I'm gonna: Walk over to daycare to get the little guy
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Thursday, August 02, 2007
My picky, picky music lover
Colin and his uncle rocking out, Debussy-style
On the way to day care this morning, Colin and I were listening to the radio. Upon arrival, I turned off the car. Colin utter a cry of dismay. I said, "What's wrong?" He started tapping his hands on his thighs. "Oh, you wanted to finish listening to the song?" He smiled and nodded. I turned the radio back on and he got right back to grooving.
The song? "Hand in Pocket" by Alanis Morissette.
Right now I'm listening to: "Plowed" by Sponge
I just: Came back from seeing a client
Now I'm gonna: Eat lunch
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
"New" Jeff Buckley video
Right now I'm listening to: "Grey in L.A." by Loudon Wainwright III
I just: Read "Les deux pieds sur Terre"
Now I'm gonna: Check my e-mail
Monday, July 30, 2007
Countdown
Baby #2 is on the way!
And in no way do the stories coming out of my moms' group freak me out.
Most women are having their second kids with three pushes, while the nurse screams, "Don't push - the doctor isn't here! He's at Chevy's having taquitos and a margarita!"
We've had one get in the shower when her contractions started, only to deliver the baby in the tub with her husband.
We've had another deliver in her living room with her husband, her mother, her mother-in-law, and two firefighters. One firefighter kept telling her to get into the "proper birthing position, on your back," while she screamed, "That's not the proper birthing position!!!" So when her son shot out into the firefighter's hands, the baby immediately sprayed everyone in attendance with pee... including into the firefighter's mouth. Aw.
And yet, I'm still remaining positive. No pun intended.
Meanwhile, Colin has been practicing his counting and alphabet.
Colin, counting Cheerios: Two, fee, five, sick, seben, eight, nine, ten... eight, nine, X, Y, Z!
Colin, doing his alphabet puzzle: "R, T, double-oo, X, Y, Z!"
It's a start.
And in no way do the stories coming out of my moms' group freak me out.
Most women are having their second kids with three pushes, while the nurse screams, "Don't push - the doctor isn't here! He's at Chevy's having taquitos and a margarita!"
We've had one get in the shower when her contractions started, only to deliver the baby in the tub with her husband.
We've had another deliver in her living room with her husband, her mother, her mother-in-law, and two firefighters. One firefighter kept telling her to get into the "proper birthing position, on your back," while she screamed, "That's not the proper birthing position!!!" So when her son shot out into the firefighter's hands, the baby immediately sprayed everyone in attendance with pee... including into the firefighter's mouth. Aw.
And yet, I'm still remaining positive. No pun intended.
Meanwhile, Colin has been practicing his counting and alphabet.
Colin, counting Cheerios: Two, fee, five, sick, seben, eight, nine, ten... eight, nine, X, Y, Z!
Colin, doing his alphabet puzzle: "R, T, double-oo, X, Y, Z!"
It's a start.
Friday, July 13, 2007
So over it
What's up with emo girls doing that weird thing with their lips when they have their pictures taken?
Just wondering.
I was looking at scene hair and started feeling pissed off.
Just wondering.
I was looking at scene hair and started feeling pissed off.
Monday, July 02, 2007
A list: Music videos
Music Videos That Nearly Make Me Hate the Songs I Adore (So I Try To Not Watch Them)
-Secret Smile (Semisonic)
-My Happiness (Powderfinger)
-Crank (Catherine Wheel)
(I'm sure there are more here - I'll just have to add them as I remember them. Perhaps I'm blocking them out in order to protect my psyche....)
Videos That Make Me Love the Songs I Adore Even More
-Closer (Nine Inch Nails)
-Sabotage (Beastie Boys)
-Human Behavior (Bjork)
-Soul Meets Body (Death Cab for Cutie)
-Take On Me (A-Ha)
-Cry Me a River (Justin Timberlake)
-Imagine (John Lennon)
-Natural Blues (Moby)
Videos That Are So Bad, They Make Bad Songs Even More Laughable
-Any song by R. Kelly
-Stars Are Blind (Paris Hilton)
-I'm Too Sexy (Right Said Fred)
-Secret Smile (Semisonic)
-My Happiness (Powderfinger)
-Crank (Catherine Wheel)
(I'm sure there are more here - I'll just have to add them as I remember them. Perhaps I'm blocking them out in order to protect my psyche....)
Videos That Make Me Love the Songs I Adore Even More
-Closer (Nine Inch Nails)
-Sabotage (Beastie Boys)
-Human Behavior (Bjork)
-Soul Meets Body (Death Cab for Cutie)
-Take On Me (A-Ha)
-Cry Me a River (Justin Timberlake)
-Imagine (John Lennon)
-Natural Blues (Moby)
Videos That Are So Bad, They Make Bad Songs Even More Laughable
-Any song by R. Kelly
-Stars Are Blind (Paris Hilton)
-I'm Too Sexy (Right Said Fred)
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Big changes
So much has happened in the last month... no time to blog it all! Here are some highlights:
(1) I quit my job with the Deaf/HOH program. I don't have another job yet. I should say, actually, that I haven't SELECTED another job yet. There are quite a few from which to choose, but I haven't made up my mind. That's what's so great about being an SLP - lots of work!
(2) Lots of parties and get-togethers.... and still more are coming up!
(3) Travelling.
(4) As pertaining to (1), I had to pack up my entire office, the speech closet, etc., as well as finish up end-of-the-year things, such as report cards, IEPs, etc. That was soooooo much work.
More changes to come!
In addition, Colin's speech has just *exploded*. (And he's still using sign, which more and more people are noticing - they're like, "Wow, he signs?" and then they tell me a story about how someone else they know signs and how cool it is.) Today, he shocked me by pointing to the Valentine hearts in the book "Max's Valentine" and saying, "Heart," pointing to his heart, and then, "Two heart." He pointed to the purple one and said, "Mama, mama," and I said, "Purple. Purple heart." He repeated it. Then he pointed to the red one and said, "Red heart." He's doing great!
Turns out he's also a golf prodigy. On our friend Ben's last trip up here about three months ago, we went to the golf store. Colin started trying to putt the ball into the hole, and then once he figured that out, he started handicapping himself by placing the ball further and further away from the hole!
Since then, he's tried to use a landscaping stake and a small ball to practice. So on our recent trip down south, I bought him a plastic kid-sized putting set. He said, "Big putt-putt!" He was really excited.
He's also upped his dance moves. He does some pretty crazy dances, including using pointing fingers, and some yoga-like floor rolling that would make Mia Michaels proud.
What a kid!
(1) I quit my job with the Deaf/HOH program. I don't have another job yet. I should say, actually, that I haven't SELECTED another job yet. There are quite a few from which to choose, but I haven't made up my mind. That's what's so great about being an SLP - lots of work!
(2) Lots of parties and get-togethers.... and still more are coming up!
(3) Travelling.
(4) As pertaining to (1), I had to pack up my entire office, the speech closet, etc., as well as finish up end-of-the-year things, such as report cards, IEPs, etc. That was soooooo much work.
More changes to come!
In addition, Colin's speech has just *exploded*. (And he's still using sign, which more and more people are noticing - they're like, "Wow, he signs?" and then they tell me a story about how someone else they know signs and how cool it is.) Today, he shocked me by pointing to the Valentine hearts in the book "Max's Valentine" and saying, "Heart," pointing to his heart, and then, "Two heart." He pointed to the purple one and said, "Mama, mama," and I said, "Purple. Purple heart." He repeated it. Then he pointed to the red one and said, "Red heart." He's doing great!
Turns out he's also a golf prodigy. On our friend Ben's last trip up here about three months ago, we went to the golf store. Colin started trying to putt the ball into the hole, and then once he figured that out, he started handicapping himself by placing the ball further and further away from the hole!
Since then, he's tried to use a landscaping stake and a small ball to practice. So on our recent trip down south, I bought him a plastic kid-sized putting set. He said, "Big putt-putt!" He was really excited.
He's also upped his dance moves. He does some pretty crazy dances, including using pointing fingers, and some yoga-like floor rolling that would make Mia Michaels proud.
What a kid!
Friday, May 25, 2007
Kids are (still) funny
Two of my students, girls aged about nine, were wearing Warriors jerseys to school on Thursday (due to a talent show performance). Names changed to protect the innocent. :)
Me: Oh, you've got Warriors jerseys on!
Rose: Yeah, we wore them for the talent show. Do you know the Warriors?
Me: Of COURSE I know the Warriors!
Anjali: I love Warriors! I love Warriors!
Me: You do?
Anjali: Yes! They win win win. They play basketball and win. Many time. Lose a little bit, but okay.
Rose: But they didn't go to the championships.
Anjali: No championship. No. Little bit lose. But I love Warriors!
At this age, I was like, "I love books! I love music!" Was I even aware of professional basketball?
Me: Oh, you've got Warriors jerseys on!
Rose: Yeah, we wore them for the talent show. Do you know the Warriors?
Me: Of COURSE I know the Warriors!
Anjali: I love Warriors! I love Warriors!
Me: You do?
Anjali: Yes! They win win win. They play basketball and win. Many time. Lose a little bit, but okay.
Rose: But they didn't go to the championships.
Anjali: No championship. No. Little bit lose. But I love Warriors!
At this age, I was like, "I love books! I love music!" Was I even aware of professional basketball?
Monday, May 07, 2007
So... that's... uncomfortable
Wow. So much can happen during one half-hour of speech therapy!
First, as I was walking with a student (a smart, charming boy who is quite talkative and popular) from the cafeteria to the speech room, I see the principal marching purposefully from his office. A staff member said to him, "He's standing over there by the fence." I looked over and saw a man, standing against the short chain-link fence, watching the kids playing on the field.
Yes, it could be that he's lonely. Maybe he has children or grandchildren who live far away. Maybe he lost a child. Maybe he's taking a break while walking around the neighborhood and sought the shade of the trees.
And yes, he has a right to take a walk. However...
Considering that the neighborhood has a very high rate of sex offenders - some who are not allowed to come that close to school grounds - the principal had to check it out.
Ick.
Then, as that student and I are doing speech, we come to the phrase "peach fuzz". (We're working on figurative/idiomatic language.) We talked about how, when his dad shaves, his face is smooth. The next day, a little bit of hair has grown on his face, and that is "peach fuzz", because it feels like the fuzzy skin of a peach (more or less). The conversation then progressed down a path I wasn't quite expecting.
(Scene: Speech room)
Student: Yeah, my dad has peach fuzz.
Me: Well, that's how we got that phrase.
Student: Look, the peach is fuzzy in its butt crack!
Me: That's not a crack. It's more like a... seam.
Student: My dad has fuzz in his butt crack.
Me: I don't think your dad would appreciate me knowing that. It's private.
Student: Well, he's also got a lot down there. (Pointing to crotch, under table.)
Me: Umm...
Student: Yeah, not in the middle, but all around... it. (Moving pointer finger in a circle.)
Me (seriously): Okay, back to the fruit.
Student: My mom does too.
Me (more intently): So--
Student (interrupting): I know because I see it every day. When they take a shower in the morning. It's gross.
Me (louder and firmly): OKAY, NEXT IDIOM. What's "apple of my eye"?
(End scene.)
You know, you just don't want students to think that discussion of that stuff is wrong or bad. However, you also don't want to discuss something that their parents should be discussing with them. (Although we do have students who are really Deaf/HOH and their parents can't discuss anything at all with them because they don't sign, so it's up to us to tell them about puberty, etc.) So it's a fine line.
But that was definitely 511.
I can only imagine what's going to happen if he tries to relate this story to his parents after school. Oh boy.
First, as I was walking with a student (a smart, charming boy who is quite talkative and popular) from the cafeteria to the speech room, I see the principal marching purposefully from his office. A staff member said to him, "He's standing over there by the fence." I looked over and saw a man, standing against the short chain-link fence, watching the kids playing on the field.
Yes, it could be that he's lonely. Maybe he has children or grandchildren who live far away. Maybe he lost a child. Maybe he's taking a break while walking around the neighborhood and sought the shade of the trees.
And yes, he has a right to take a walk. However...
Considering that the neighborhood has a very high rate of sex offenders - some who are not allowed to come that close to school grounds - the principal had to check it out.
Ick.
Then, as that student and I are doing speech, we come to the phrase "peach fuzz". (We're working on figurative/idiomatic language.) We talked about how, when his dad shaves, his face is smooth. The next day, a little bit of hair has grown on his face, and that is "peach fuzz", because it feels like the fuzzy skin of a peach (more or less). The conversation then progressed down a path I wasn't quite expecting.
(Scene: Speech room)
Student: Yeah, my dad has peach fuzz.
Me: Well, that's how we got that phrase.
Student: Look, the peach is fuzzy in its butt crack!
Me: That's not a crack. It's more like a... seam.
Student: My dad has fuzz in his butt crack.
Me: I don't think your dad would appreciate me knowing that. It's private.
Student: Well, he's also got a lot down there. (Pointing to crotch, under table.)
Me: Umm...
Student: Yeah, not in the middle, but all around... it. (Moving pointer finger in a circle.)
Me (seriously): Okay, back to the fruit.
Student: My mom does too.
Me (more intently): So--
Student (interrupting): I know because I see it every day. When they take a shower in the morning. It's gross.
Me (louder and firmly): OKAY, NEXT IDIOM. What's "apple of my eye"?
(End scene.)
You know, you just don't want students to think that discussion of that stuff is wrong or bad. However, you also don't want to discuss something that their parents should be discussing with them. (Although we do have students who are really Deaf/HOH and their parents can't discuss anything at all with them because they don't sign, so it's up to us to tell them about puberty, etc.) So it's a fine line.
But that was definitely 511.
I can only imagine what's going to happen if he tries to relate this story to his parents after school. Oh boy.
Dreams
Had a weird dream two nights ago. I was at a supermarket - like Albertson's, or Safeway (ha! funny when you read the rest of this dream....) - and a bunch of us are standing in the parking lot, looking at the cloud of smog hanging over the city skyline in the distance.
"See, that's the gas," someone says. "We can see it over there, but it's hanging over us, too."
So we all go into the store and close all of the doors. And I'm sitting on the sofa (!) in the store, talking to my old classmate Seaton from middle school/high school. And then we all have to go into a smaller room. And we're trying not to breathe because the green gas is coming in the vents... and I see people dropping around me... and I realize that I, too, will breathe in the green gas, and I'll die, and there's no way to get around it.
I think I'm concerned about global warming.
Am I the only one trying to conserve energy and water around here, people? HELP!
"See, that's the gas," someone says. "We can see it over there, but it's hanging over us, too."
So we all go into the store and close all of the doors. And I'm sitting on the sofa (!) in the store, talking to my old classmate Seaton from middle school/high school. And then we all have to go into a smaller room. And we're trying not to breathe because the green gas is coming in the vents... and I see people dropping around me... and I realize that I, too, will breathe in the green gas, and I'll die, and there's no way to get around it.
I think I'm concerned about global warming.
Am I the only one trying to conserve energy and water around here, people? HELP!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Seen today
A headline in the local newspaper:
"Youth Commission Members Are Busy, And Their Plan Is To Get Even Busier."
Oooooooo yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A message T on one of my students, a friendly kid who is deaf and autistic:
"I'm probably not listening to you."
:)
"Youth Commission Members Are Busy, And Their Plan Is To Get Even Busier."
Oooooooo yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A message T on one of my students, a friendly kid who is deaf and autistic:
"I'm probably not listening to you."
:)
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Ever want to just quit your job?
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On a lighter note:
Me (finishing up an explanation, because the student, a little boy, wanted to know): So "boyfriend/girlfriend" is like going to movies and having dinner and stuff... well, I guess you could do that with your friends, too. But it means someone LIKES you likes you, not just likes you as a friend.
Male Student, Aged Six: Ew.
Me: Well, your mom and dad were boyfriend-girlfriend before they got married!
Student: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Don't tell me that! (pauses) Okay, tell me that.
Me: You didn't know that?
Student: Well, I kinda did, since yesterday. They didn't tell me, but I read their minds. And then I threw up a little bit. I really did.
On a lighter note:
Me (finishing up an explanation, because the student, a little boy, wanted to know): So "boyfriend/girlfriend" is like going to movies and having dinner and stuff... well, I guess you could do that with your friends, too. But it means someone LIKES you likes you, not just likes you as a friend.
Male Student, Aged Six: Ew.
Me: Well, your mom and dad were boyfriend-girlfriend before they got married!
Student: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Don't tell me that! (pauses) Okay, tell me that.
Me: You didn't know that?
Student: Well, I kinda did, since yesterday. They didn't tell me, but I read their minds. And then I threw up a little bit. I really did.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Twos
Why is it that bananas and strawberries, on their own, are acceptable, yet if you slice and mix the two together, anarchy ensues?
Monday, April 16, 2007
Doodlepoops
So can you tell that I don't like the Doodlebops? This past weekend, while watching a TiVo'd copy with Colin, I found another reason for my dislike: lack of grammar.
(Scene: Backstage, the Doodlebops and Jazzmin discussed how great it was that Rooney Doodle (a.k.a. "the blue one", "the gay one", "not the breakdancing one, the other one") gave his old ukelele to a fan. Let the agrammaticality begin!)
Deedee: You can always borrow one.
Rooney: From who?
Jazzmin: Myself!
This is supposed to be EDUCATIONAL? That was two errors in two seconds! UGH!
(Scene: Backstage, the Doodlebops and Jazzmin discussed how great it was that Rooney Doodle (a.k.a. "the blue one", "the gay one", "not the breakdancing one, the other one") gave his old ukelele to a fan. Let the agrammaticality begin!)
Deedee: You can always borrow one.
Rooney: From who?
Jazzmin: Myself!
This is supposed to be EDUCATIONAL? That was two errors in two seconds! UGH!
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Nah funnee!
On two totally different topics...
Colin decided, two days ago, that he wanted to sit on his toilet for 15 minutes before getting in the tub. Then, yesterday, he decided to sit on the toilet in the afternoon. Of course, he had to strip down to his socks. Then... he actually pooed in the toilet. He was like, "Uh!" and pointed to it like, "Oh, damn, I totally ruined a perfectly good toilet!" I clapped and said, "That's where the poo goes! Give me five!" and he's like, "Noooooo." Eventually, he'll get it.
Hey, anyone scared of BLOOD?!?!? This kid is adorable.
Colin decided, two days ago, that he wanted to sit on his toilet for 15 minutes before getting in the tub. Then, yesterday, he decided to sit on the toilet in the afternoon. Of course, he had to strip down to his socks. Then... he actually pooed in the toilet. He was like, "Uh!" and pointed to it like, "Oh, damn, I totally ruined a perfectly good toilet!" I clapped and said, "That's where the poo goes! Give me five!" and he's like, "Noooooo." Eventually, he'll get it.
Hey, anyone scared of BLOOD?!?!? This kid is adorable.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Some things never change
This really takes me back - hearing a classic. In the classroom next door, I hear the teacher working with the students.
Teacher: When Father came home, what was he going to do?
Students: Kill the pig!
Teacher: Yes, that's right. And what did Fern say?
Students: No, stop!
I'll always remember E.B. White's wonderful "Charlotte's Web" and the beautiful Garth Williams drawings that complemented it. And I love hearing how the story still captivates children today.
Teacher: When Father came home, what was he going to do?
Students: Kill the pig!
Teacher: Yes, that's right. And what did Fern say?
Students: No, stop!
I'll always remember E.B. White's wonderful "Charlotte's Web" and the beautiful Garth Williams drawings that complemented it. And I love hearing how the story still captivates children today.
Nutty Health
Overheard at The Prolific Oven this morning.
(Enter grandparents in their early 60s and their granddaughter, a young teenager.)
Woman, perusing baked goods: Don't they have anything healthy here?
Man: Let's see...
Woman: I don't see anything healthy.
Employee: Can I help you?
Woman: Yes. Two Diet Cokes...
(Enter grandparents in their early 60s and their granddaughter, a young teenager.)
Woman, perusing baked goods: Don't they have anything healthy here?
Man: Let's see...
Woman: I don't see anything healthy.
Employee: Can I help you?
Woman: Yes. Two Diet Cokes...
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Chuckles in (un)expected places
It's funny when little kids point out the peculiarities of English. It's even better when a child who is delayed in expressive and receptive language due to a hearing loss picks up on those items, such as homophones. An example from last week: I was working with a client, who is a preschooler. Names changed to protect the innocent and funny!
Me (showing a wind-up toy): Look!
Malak: Horse!
Me: That's right - a horse and a knight.
Malak: No - horse in the DAY.
Loved it!
Me (showing a wind-up toy): Look!
Malak: Horse!
Me: That's right - a horse and a knight.
Malak: No - horse in the DAY.
Loved it!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Blague!
Just finished watching tonight's episode of "24". Did anyone else notice the joke played on "The Ricker"? Last week, he was listed in the opening credits as "Rick Schroder", but tonight, he was listed as "Ricky Schroder"! Oh, I bet he loved that! Those jokers over there at Fox. Guess it keeps it light over there, huh?
And now, a vignette:
Me: How old do you think I am?
Student #1: 18!
Student #2: 24!
Student #3: 22!
Me: Nope. I'm actually 32.
Student #2: 32? That's practically DEAD!
Precious!
And now, a vignette:
Me: How old do you think I am?
Student #1: 18!
Student #2: 24!
Student #3: 22!
Me: Nope. I'm actually 32.
Student #2: 32? That's practically DEAD!
Precious!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Have you hugged your child today?
I was sitting with two of my students today, girls aged about 11 years old. One, "Ann", told me that she was going to get her hair cut. So she, "Maria" and I talked about haircuts. "Ann" told me that she could only get a blunt cut because that's all her mom and grandma would allow.
After about five minutes of conversation, she told me that she wanted to get her hair cut because, when she was a little girl, her mom would tell her she was beautiful and hug her.
Her mom no longer hugs her.
She said, "I want my mom to hug me and tell me that she loves me."
I asked her if she had tried. She said, "[My teacher] told me to try to hug my mom. I was scared the first day and then I tried. My mom say, 'Go away, I'm busy' and she pushed me. I wish [my teacher] was my mom. She said she would hug me if I need it. When she hug me, it remind me of how my mom used to hug me."
Her mom also tells her she's fat, and won't let her play with her best friend.
This poor girl. It's not easy being a preteen. It's not easy being deaf/hard-of-hearing - especially when your family won't sign to you, and they yell at you in their first language (which they're sure you understand, but you're just lazy).
All this girl wants to to be hugged and told that she matters.
It's a reminder to us all - don't forget to hug your children and tell them that you love them ... every day.
After about five minutes of conversation, she told me that she wanted to get her hair cut because, when she was a little girl, her mom would tell her she was beautiful and hug her.
Her mom no longer hugs her.
She said, "I want my mom to hug me and tell me that she loves me."
I asked her if she had tried. She said, "[My teacher] told me to try to hug my mom. I was scared the first day and then I tried. My mom say, 'Go away, I'm busy' and she pushed me. I wish [my teacher] was my mom. She said she would hug me if I need it. When she hug me, it remind me of how my mom used to hug me."
Her mom also tells her she's fat, and won't let her play with her best friend.
This poor girl. It's not easy being a preteen. It's not easy being deaf/hard-of-hearing - especially when your family won't sign to you, and they yell at you in their first language (which they're sure you understand, but you're just lazy).
All this girl wants to to be hugged and told that she matters.
It's a reminder to us all - don't forget to hug your children and tell them that you love them ... every day.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Family Planning
Another fun conversation with a student. This eight-year-old girl knows what she wants from life.
Me: So what did you do on vacation after you came back from Idaho?
Student: I played with my kitchen. My sister and I played with it. We got it when I was a baby.
Me: Oh, and you still like it?
Student: Yeah. I never want to give it away. I want to keep it and then my children will have it.
Me: That's a great idea. How many children do you think you'll have?
Student: Three. My boyfriend and I decided three.
Me (surprised): Oh... uh, really?
Student: Yes. A girl and two boys. We planned it.
Me: Really.
Student: Yes. We decided. A girl and two boys, because they can share rooms. But we're going to live in Utah.
Me: Why Utah?
Student: It's better than California. And the houses are two levels.
Me: You're going to have a two-story house?
Student: No, FIVE story.
Remember... this kid is only eight! I wonder if her mom knows about this plan...
It was a fun way to come back from a one-week break. Except for still doing my private practice work, I went to a voice conference given by the entertaining and knowledgeable Dr. Kittie Verdolini. She's an amazing woman! What else... well, I exercised, and I hung out with my babykins. And, of course, I did some retail therapy. It's great to see all of the accessories being pushed by Ann Taylor, Banana Republic, and Gap... and then go to Target and get them for 1/3 of the price. ("But," you say, "They aren't the same quality!" Of course not. But accessories come and go... you just need them to last as long as they're in style. A really great black cashmere sweater they're not!)
And I watched the Oscars last night. I don't know when the last time was that I did that... even last year, it was a sporadic watch. I TiVo'd it and watched it over a bowl of lowfat ice cream (slow-churned, of course!). No surprises, but it was a pleasant time.
Well... back to the grind... time to write some reports!
Me: So what did you do on vacation after you came back from Idaho?
Student: I played with my kitchen. My sister and I played with it. We got it when I was a baby.
Me: Oh, and you still like it?
Student: Yeah. I never want to give it away. I want to keep it and then my children will have it.
Me: That's a great idea. How many children do you think you'll have?
Student: Three. My boyfriend and I decided three.
Me (surprised): Oh... uh, really?
Student: Yes. A girl and two boys. We planned it.
Me: Really.
Student: Yes. We decided. A girl and two boys, because they can share rooms. But we're going to live in Utah.
Me: Why Utah?
Student: It's better than California. And the houses are two levels.
Me: You're going to have a two-story house?
Student: No, FIVE story.
Remember... this kid is only eight! I wonder if her mom knows about this plan...
It was a fun way to come back from a one-week break. Except for still doing my private practice work, I went to a voice conference given by the entertaining and knowledgeable Dr. Kittie Verdolini. She's an amazing woman! What else... well, I exercised, and I hung out with my babykins. And, of course, I did some retail therapy. It's great to see all of the accessories being pushed by Ann Taylor, Banana Republic, and Gap... and then go to Target and get them for 1/3 of the price. ("But," you say, "They aren't the same quality!" Of course not. But accessories come and go... you just need them to last as long as they're in style. A really great black cashmere sweater they're not!)
And I watched the Oscars last night. I don't know when the last time was that I did that... even last year, it was a sporadic watch. I TiVo'd it and watched it over a bowl of lowfat ice cream (slow-churned, of course!). No surprises, but it was a pleasant time.
Well... back to the grind... time to write some reports!
Monday, January 29, 2007
Another one?
So, yeah, I'm starting to think about having another baby. My husband has been thinking about it for several months! What I'm not looking forward to: lack of sleep. I mean, Colin FINALLY started sleeping through the night (or only waking up once) in the last month or so. And he's 20 months old! He's still not really into independent play. But the kid is sooooo freakin' cute. I know I want to have more, and I don't want to wait tooooo long. Hmmm....
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