The laughs keep rolling in...

Neighbor comes to front door.

Neighbor: The dome light's on in your car again.

Me (sarcastically, to Colin): You wouldn't know any little boys who do that, now, do you?

Colin (not understanding sarcasm): Yes I do. I do it all the time.

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Neighbor (above neighbor's wife) is talking to Colin.

Neighbor: Do you play nice with Sissy?

Colin: No.

Neighbor: You don't play nice with Sissy?

Colin: No, not "Sissy", it "Baby Hayden". You not speak Engwish.

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Neighbor is still talking to Colin.

Neighbor: Where are you going?

Colin: To Michael's, and to coffee.

Neighbor: Coffee? You're not going to drink coffee, are you? You're too young!

Colin: No, I get banina milk.

Neighbor: Oh, vanilla milk! Who drinks coffee?

Colin: Mommy, Daddy, Grandpa. But Grandpa, he not like coffee all the time. He like wine.

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We're listening to music, and Colin hears the opening strains of Muse's "Starlight".

Colin: Mommy, 'member this song? He say, "Far away... far away...."

Mommy: You like this song?

Colin: I do. It have a beat. You can dance to it.

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Colin (singing in shower): "Mais si je t'aime, si je t'aime..."

Me (to hubby): Is he singing "Habanera" from "Carmen"?

Colin blinding me with language

Um... what?

Colin: Mommy, Baby Hayden so smart. And she so pretty. She almost too young, but she smile at me.

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Oh well, I didn't want to discuss mochacide with a three-year-old anyway...

Colin (looking at the ceiling): Mommy, someone throw coffee beans up there!

Me (seeing brown splatters on the high ceiling): Either that or somebody's mocha exploded.

Colin: No, they want to recycle their beans.

Note: we always discuss about how - amazingly - Peet's Coffee doesn't have recycling receptacles. Perhaps he imagined an adult having some kind of fit...

No way! Waaaaay.

Overheard at the park... a preschool-aged boy shouts out to his 60-ish, foreign-born nanny.

Boy: Tina! I did it myself! For real.

Tina (bemused): "For real"?

Boy: Yeah, oh, sorry - for reals.

Happy Birthday, Jeff!

Hallowe'en cookies, thanks to Betty Crocker

Because Betty Crocker has such good allergen ingredient labelling, we were able to purchase sugar cookie mix with (relative) confidence and make some certifiably adorable Hallowe'en cookies.

A general update...

Colin has taught me a lot in the past few days.

"We don't eat dachshunds, Mommy."

"Dachshunds don't wear swimsuits, Mommy."

"There are too many kids, so there's no swings available."

"She's a baby, so she not learn."

Hayden, of course, is progressing along at her own speed - which is approximately 1.5 times the speed of her brother at the same age. She got her first tooth on 8/30, the second one popped out earlier this week, and the following day, she pulled herself to standing in her crib, inched her way over, and grabbed her mobile. Though she's not crawling yet, we're expecting her to graduate from the commando crawl any day now.

Meanwhile, I'm still about 1700 e-mails behind in my professional groups, I started back to work one day per week, and the kitchen has never looked cleaner. Bravo.

Yay Pizza Hut! (Kind of.)

Colin's going to a birthday party this weekend where Pizza Hut products will be served (as well as cake). So I went to the Pizza Hut website and quickly and easily found their allergen information under the "nutrition" link. (Why can't all companies make it this easy for me?)

So that's the "yay" part. However, turns out all of their pizza sauce might be cross-contaminated with peanuts.

It looks like I need to find a way to bring pizza and a cupcake for Colin on Saturday. Poor kid - he just kind of sighs and drops his head when there's food he can't have. Saw that face last Sunday at a family party as well. It's hard to be a kid with food allergies!

That's why they're stagnating in the job market

Colin: Squirrels can't learn Spanish, Mommy.

Me: They can't?

Colin: No, because they not watch TV.

Astute observations from a three year old

Colin: Puppies don't read books, Mommy.

Me: They don't?

Colin: No. Because I know, because they not learn.
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Me: Look, Colin, a bug! What is it - a moth? A little cricket?

Colin: (getting down to the bug's level) Are you a cricket? (silence) No, Mommy, he not a cricket.

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Hubby: (to me) Do you sign "milk" to Hayden?

Colin: No, Daddy, Hayden not drink milk. She drink formyuhyuh.

The White House's request

No, not that White House. This White House. More photos!

The saga of the "potty-training classroom" reaches its narrative climax....

... just after the dramatic climax, which was when I found Colin's teacher with gloves on, emptying poo into a toilet, with boys running up and down the portable hallway, and she couldn't call for help because she was one over the appropriate ratio.

Yes. Seriously.

The Powers That Be had decided that Colin's class - which is a "potty-training class" - should be moved to a room without a toilet. Previously, they had a room with a bathroom in it, protected by a Dutch door so she could monitor the kids if they felt the natural "need to go" when it wasn't the hourly potty time. But because they had enough kids in the year-old classroom to fill two rooms, they moved his class to a room in a portable where you had to leave the classroom and walk down a hallway to get to the bathrooms.

Now it doesn't take an MA in Education to know that that isn't in the best interest of the kids!

Three pediatricians agreed with me. Four other teachers agreed with me. Other parents agreed with me.

So when the Powers That Be told me that it would be "wonderful" and that "they've always done potty training in that room," I asked, "How will the teacher cover preschool curriculum if she needs to take eight kids to the bathroom every hour, plus gather everyone if one person needs to go, or has an accident?" They said, "Oh, the curriculum is going to be potty training. That's it. We want to get them in and out as fast as we can."

Colin only attends two times per week. So my child, who knows his shapes up to trapezoid, would not be getting any academic curriculum. For a long time. Because at that rate of attendance, potty training wasn't going to happen in a fortnight.

I also pointed out that, while they have always done potty training in that room, it's never been the main curriculum.

Also, they told me that the teacher "needed to learn how to manage the class" and that "legally, we could have twelve kids in there." I pointed out that we pay for a one to eight ratio, not one to twelve.

Still, they didn't budge.

They complained to the teacher that she should have "smiled and said everything was fine" when I went into the bathroom that day.

I said, "No PR job can cover up what I know as an educator. This is not your fault, [teacher's name]."

She told the Powers That Be how unreasonable the situation was. They said, "We don't have to come down there - we've done this before."

Well, she took two days off that week. The Powers That Be needed to fill in.

On Tuesday, she reported that they are providing a second teacher for her AND knocking down the wall to create an entrance to the bathroom from the classroom.

But I thought they ALWAYS did potty training in that room!

I hugged Colin's teacher. And smirked and smirked and smirked all my way out the door.

It feels so good to be.... RIGHT! (For once?)

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

I feel sick to my stomach.

I got offered a great job with a great school district with the caseload I was looking for - elementary-school aged kids.

So what's the problem?

They pay nearly $17,000 less per year than the district in which I live. That district also has a job open, but in a mild-to-moderate preschool class. Since I see preschoolers in my private practice, I was kind of looking forward to working with older kids again.

But I had a problem with getting paid $17,000 less per year. For nearly the same job.

Of course, since I'd only be part-time, the difference is less than $17,000 per year. But it's still a major difference.

I couldn't put off a decision any longer, so I called... and got HR's voicemail. So I left a voicemail and explained that the job sounded like a WONDERFUL fit except for the fact that, since my children were of daycare age and not school age, the amount offered to me wouldn't cover daycare for two kids each day. Another district could pay significantly more, so I had to consider that. I hoped, perhaps, that when my children were in school, I might re-apply if they had an opening at that time.

So I guess that's it.

(sigh)

Colin's latest word

"Japamatoes"

Which is, of course, "Japanese Maples".

Duh.

Remembering

Today's the day, eleven years ago, that the body of Jeff Buckley was found. He drowned in a tributary of the Wolf River on May 29.

I often think of his mother this time of year; can one ever really get over the death of their child, whether that child was three or thirty?

More Colin

Colin: Mommy, do you have a big spine?

Me: Yes, I do.

Colin: And Hayden, she have a small spine?

Me: Yes, that's right!

Colin: And she grow and grow. And get big as Colin.

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Although he confuses "rectangle" and "square", when asked to name shapes, he correctly names circle, triangle, oval, star, heart, diamond... and trapezoid. Which he calls "trapavoid". Says hubby, "Next, let's teach him 'rhombus'!"

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And we're trying to potty train. We should have done this before he turned two. I fear he may go to high school in Pull-Ups.

This is not going well. Day 3 and I'm ready to throw in the towel.

I am not sh*tting you

So we sat down to watch our TiVo'd "American Idol" results show. Just as Ryan Seacrest was about to announce the winner, I told my husband, "I don't think there's enough time." He's like, "What do you mean?" I said, "Well, it says '1:59', so if Ryan doesn't tell us, TiVo's going to cut out." He's like, "No, it won't." I said, "It's going to be, 'David....' and then we won't know!"

So Ryan says, "The winner of American Idol is.... David..."

Ding!

TiVo cuts out.

We burst out laughing.

My husband said, "Do you know how many TiVo users who taped this are screaming, "NOOOOO!" at their TVs right now?

So I went online, naturally.

And now I know who won.

And on to tomorrow, which starts my truly favorite time of the year: "So You Think You Can Dance" premieres!

But, of course, I'm going to be at dance class.

I guess I'll have to.... TiVo it!

Coochuleta!

It's David vs. David! I wouldn't call myself a die-hard "American Idol" fan, but even this competition has my husband interested. Will it go to experience or baby-faced innocence?

Edit on Wed. 5/21: Check out Defamer's take on the battle - if even just for the title and the reader comments.

"Baby Got Back" is NOT one of the tracks

Ever since we got Colin his MP3 player for kids, he's been listening to music - at a responsible volume, at appropriate times - and remembering to turn it off when he's done. (We enjoy this now, as we're sure it will end.)

But he is very particular about his music.

I tried loading some "childreny" music on there, like the free Baby Einstein CD I had, or the "Linus and Lucy" theme... but no. Results ranged from, "Mommy, that not my song," to trying to kick the table. He only responded positively to pretty much straight-up rock and alt-rock songs... and a little R&B and Cajun music.

His current playlist includes:

"Charm Attack" by Leona Naess
"Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles
"Caring is Creepy" by the Shins
"Float On" by Modest Mouse
"Big Me" by the Foo Fighters
"J'ai vu le loup, le renard et la belette" by the Balfa Brothers
"Feel Good, Inc." by Gorillaz
"Use Me" by Bill Withers

I still need to buy a non-iTunes version of "Soul Meets Body" by Death Cab for Cutie - one of his favorite songs - because iTunes files won't play on the MP3 player.

Don't worry - when I was three, I doubt I would have known what "And he numbs himself with weed" meant. At that age, I was listening to the "Grease" movie soundtrack endlessly ("And no customer would go to you unless she was a hooker!"), as well as the soundtrack to the Broadway hit "A Chorus Line" (including "Dance 10, Looks 3", which has a chorus I can't even mention here, much less in polite company).

And I turned out JUST FINE!

Toddler talk RULES!

Two days ago, Colin and I had this conversation (with my name listed as "someonesmom" here for blogging purposes) as we were doing an alphabet puzzle:

Me: What's Mommy's name?

Colin: Someonesmom.

Me: That's right! What letter does "someonesmom" start with?

Colin: S!

Me: Good! What's Daddy's name?

Colin: Honey.

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Tonight, as the sun was going down and we were in the gloaming:

Colin: No more sunshine. My eyes open, but I can't see.

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Tonight, as we listened to Colin's new MP3 player for kids (which you can load with whatever music you want!) and the digital DJ announced the song's title:

Colin: I love "Charm Attack".

Me (as song begins to play): This song *is* "Charm Attack".

Colin: No, this song "Colin little".

I feel better

Now shall I wear shorts in public?

Thanks, Mischa!

I don't know what to SAY

Oh my. Now Mattel can sue me, apparently. THIS IS FREAKIN' UNBELIEVABLE. As one of the many, many, MANY professionals who uses Super Duper Products - with great success, I might add - I am APPALLED that Mattel is doing this. Utterly unbelievable. Please read and then WRITE SOME E-MAILS!!!!

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If you want to contact Mattel about the article below, here are some of Mattel's Major Investors and Board of Directors members.

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lloyd.blankfein@goldmansachs.com Institutional Investor
michael.dolan@trm.com Board Member
dominic.ng@eastwestbank.com Board Member
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Mattel Wants Small Special Education Company Super Duper Publications
to Pay $5.46 million and Stop Selling SAY Products

Apparently not satisfied with the $400,000 judgment against small special education company Super Duper Publications, Mattel Toy Company has now asked the trial court to make Super Duper pay $5.46 million dollars of Mattel's attorneys' fee and costs. This is all based upon Super Duper using the word SAY in some of its speech and language product titles.

In addition, Mattel has asked the trial court to permanently prohibit Super Duper from selling seven lines of its SAY products until Super Duper changes the names in the titles of these products to something that does not use the word SAY. If the court grants this request, Super Duper will have to destroy hundreds of thousands of dollars in special education product inventory, stop selling these products indefinitely, and spend hundreds of thousands to replace these products with ones that have new titles.

Super Duper, a publisher of special education materials, has been in a four-year long legal battle with the world's largest toy company, Mattel, over the right to use the words "AND SAY" on its educational materials. The final outcome of this case will have widespread impact on the rights of special needs and other educational companies to protect trade names on their materials against attacks from huge companies like Mattel.

Super Duper, started by Thomas and Sharon Webber 22 years ago in Greenville, South Carolina, has provided tens of thousands of autistic and other learning disabled children with helpful educational products. Since 1987, the Webbers have used the words "AND SAY" and "SAY AND" in the titles of their speech and language materials, including workbooks, card decks, and games.

In March, 2004, Mattel opposed a trademark registration the Webbers had filed for use for the name "SORT AND SAY" on a line of special education magnetic games. A year later, Mattel filed to cancel three other Super Duper registered marks , FISH & SAY, FOLD AND SAY, and SEE IT!, SAY IT!.

Super Duper then filed a lawsuit in federal court, seeking a finding that its 15 SAY trademarks did not infringe on any of Mattel's trademarks. Mattel responded by claiming Super Duper's use of these SAY marks on its special education products amounted to trademark infringement and dilution of Mattel's SEE 'N SAY electronic pull toy. Mattel asked the court to prevent Super Duper from publishing any of its materials using the 15 marks, and sought $10 million in damages.

The case recently went to trial where Super Duper showed that, unlike Mattel, it is a direct mail order seller, has no retail outlets, does not compete in the toy industry, and makes only therapy materials for highly trained professionals and parents to use with autistic and other special needs children.

Nevertheless, the trial court, ignoring the usual practice of ruling on complicated trademark issues from the bench, submitted the case to the jury. Mattel lost on two of the claims it brought against Super Duper (alleged unfair competition, and alleged fraud before the Federal Trademark Office), and also lost on its trademark and infringement claims relating to eight (8) of Super Duper's fifteen (15) SAY titles. However, the jury found that seven of Super Duper's SAY marks had infringed upon and diluted Mattel's mark. It awarded the $5.6 billion dollar (annual income) toy company $400,000 in damages.

The Webbers insist that none of their marks infringe upon or dilute the Mattel toy trademarks, and that nothing that they have done has hurt Mattel in any way. They plan to appeal the verdict to the Fourth Circuit Court of Appeals and continue to fight for the right to use "AND SAY" on their special education products.

Mr. Webber also stated that should the trial court grant Mattel's request for $5.46 million in attorneys' fees and costs, Super Duper will ask the Appeals Court to suspend collection of this sum until the appeal is heard. He further indicated that if the trial court orders that Super Duper stop selling any SAY titles, he will ask the Appeals Court to allow Super Duper to continue selling these products until the Court renders its decision on appeal.

The decision by the Appeals Court will affect all businesses in general, and educational publishers in particular, as it will spell out just how far monster-sized businesses like Mattel can use their limitless resources to try and take away everyday words like SAY from smaller companies and individuals.

Contact: Thomas Webber, Chairman/CEO attn: twebber@superduperinc.com or his cell 864.918.4373
Case Details:
Super Duper, Inc. d/b/a Super Duper Publications vs. Mattel, Inc.

CA # 6:05-1700
United States District Court for the District of South Carolina Greenville Division

Plaintiff Attorney: Steve LeBlanc of Dority and Manning, Greenville SC

Defendant Attorney: Frank Holleman of Wyche Burgess Freeman and Parham, Greenville, SC and Jill Pietrini of Manatt Phelps and Phillips, Los Angeles, CA

Keebler and Lucerne (Safeway) Allergen Labelling: YAY!

More progress in my search for safer foods for Colin...

I called Keebler's toll-free number. Their easy-to-follow automatic directory led me (in minimal keystrokes) to their allergen information. They list the top allergens on their label, and if there's a chance of cross-contamination (in that the foods are processed in a facility that also processes the top allergens), that is noted on the packaging as "may contain..."

This means that I can keep chocolate-covered graham crackers at school for Colin for when there are birthdays and the teacher can't give me advance warning to bring a safe treat to school for him.

Unfortunately, the ones I bought today at Safeway must go back... I didn't notice the date on them was February '08. Ewwwwwww!

Then I called Lucerne (the Safeway store brand) regarding their packaging. Hummus doesn't contain one of the top allergens, so there wasn't anything on the label. (And I'm extra careful, as Colin had a reaction when eating hummus about a year ago that was cross-contaminated - watch out for those Trader Joe's foods!) After a two-minute wait for the next customer service rep to be available, I was told that if there was a chance of cross-contamination due to processing, it would be noted on the label as, "Processed in a plant that also processes...."

Feeling relief... I "taste-tested" the Lucerne hummus for lunch... so much deliciousness and protein for just two grams of fat per serving! I'm excited that Colin will be able to eat hummus again, because he loves it!

A true hero

She was the real thing.

Allergen labelling and General Foods

Thank you for contacting General Mills concerning ingredients in our products. As manufacturers and consumers, we understand your concern about potential allergens in the foods you eat. Our primary goal is to provide accurate information; and we believe this is best accomplished by referring to the specific ingredients listed on each product package. This is the most current information for your needs.

If one of our products contains any of the top 8 allergens (peanuts, tree nuts, dairy products, eggs, soy, wheat, crustaceans, and fish) or if it contains sesame, sunflower or mollusks, that ingredient is always listed in the ingredient panel, and also in bold letters just below the list of ingredients. If a product is exposed to any of these allergens in the manufacturing facility the allergen will be listed in bold in the 'Contains Statement' just below the list of ingredients. This list is your ingredient assurance for that package. It is not intended for other packaging of the same product. Ingredients may vary from one package to another due to product reformulation. If you have allergy concerns, please read each package ingredient panel.

We hope this information helps you. You may also want to contact the Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Network (FAAN) at 1-800-929-4040, or visit their web site at www.foodallergy.org. Although they cannot provide specific ingredient information regarding a particular product, they are a good resource to help in the management of your allergies and sensitivities.

We appreciate your interest. Please contact us again with any further questions or comments.

Sincerely,

Katie Gafler
Consumer Services

General Mills and Ghirardelli: Allergy Labelling Heroes!

As I prepare to make six gajillion cupcakes for Colin's birthday party next month, I was already feeling wan and tired thinking about doing them all from scratch.

So I perused online stores and found Cherrybrook Farms... peanut/nut-free mixes!

But I like to order online only as a last resort. So I went to the supermarket to see what I could see.

Ghirardelli clearly marks "Contains: Wheat, soy. This product is manufactured on machinery that also processes peanuts and tree nuts." So that's out... (but thanks for the great allergy labelling!)

Betty Crocker products had the "Contains wheat and milk ingredients" printed, but none of the cross-contamination info. So I gave General Mills a call.

The nice customer service rep said that they do not take any risks, so if there's even the smallest chance that there might be cross-contamination, they put it in the bolded "contains" area of the packaging. In addition, they work closely with FAAN, and will send to allergic consumers any information about changes in their products that influence allergen ingredients.

So Colin will get Betty Crocker cupcakes for his birthday party.

According to Hershey's website, they are so worried about cross-contamination that they process their nut-free products in a different facility. But I'm going to give them a call before I use any Hershey's Chocolate in anything...

Quoth Beyonce: Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, OH NO NO

So now I've gotta be careful as to which songs I sing as I go about my daily chores.

This morning, while eating breakfast, Colin started singing (as he often does). But this time, he sang this ditty:

"Bum, bum bum, she freak in da nose..."

Which roughly translates as "Bum, buhda bum, bum, BUM bum - she's freaky and she knows it..." - a.k.a. Justin Timberlake's "LoveStoned".

I can't help it! It's catchy! It got the theme song for "Johnny and the Sprites" out of my head!

But everyone knows that Colin's favorite JT song is "Rock Your Body", anyway.

Portrait of an allergic kid at a birthday party

Colin went to his best friend's birthday party, which was held at one of those kids' gyms. He saw everyone else's cake, pointed and said, "I want... pancake." (Can you tell he doesn't eat a lot of sweets?) I said, "Hey, remember what we made last night? I brought your chocolate chip muffins!" He said, "Yeah, I want choc chip muffin." So he sat down and ate with the rest of the kids, and had the same juice as everyone else. I even brought him some light whipped cream as "dipping sauce". He ate everything right up, wiped his mouth and hands, then went back out to play.

Now why, you might ask, did I not make cupcakes, so they'd be more similar to the cake the kids were eating? Because when I told him, "Hey, Colin, we're going to make cupcakes to take to Gunnar's birthday party," he said, "No - I want muffins." So we made Oatmeal Banana Applesauce Chocolate Chip Muffins - his favorites! And yes, he helped me put all of the ingredients in the bowl and everything. He was completely part of the process!

And at the party, not one kid said, "Why don't you have cake?" (They're only three years old, of course - I know that the teasing is coming, though hopefully it will never come to this.) Not one parent mentioned it. It was obvious that he was not eating cake, but he was not left out by any means because I had come prepared, and shown Colin how to prepare himself. Yet everyone had the courtesy to not single him out.

THANK YOU!

Can you smell what the mom is cooking?

Colin (completely seriously, while eating my Chicken Tortilla Soup): Mommy, I like soup. I eat soup, I get taller. Now I almost 22.

The best editorial you will ever (attempt to) read. Ever. L8rs!

Punch it!

Good Preschools: Every $1 invested yields a $3 return

Or so I read today in a magazine.

Yesterday, I went through Colin's bag after school. I found a construction paper house that was one of his art projects in his pre-preschool class. On it, the teacher had written:

"House: A habitat for people."

Habitat?

I guess this partially explains the watercolor painting he made yesterday. We asked him to describe the picture, and he said, "That a cave, and that a tent, and that an area."

My post-tax dollars at work!

"Some Dudes" are having the Best Week Ever

Because, apparently, they feel that they may perch their cars wherever they please, no matter how much of an inconvenience or illegality it is!

Scene #1: I parked in front of the supermarket, then walked across the large shopping center, Hayden in stroller, to get some coffee. (Why re-park, right?) On my way back from getting coffee, I prepared to roll off of the sidewalk into the walking path that traverses the busy, busy road through the parking lot. Note that the walking path is for pedestrians only, and is surrounded on both sides by disabled parking spaces.

And there, parked, blocking the pathway, edging into the disable spots with his fenders fore and aft, just barely covering the huge, white capital letters stating DO NOT BLOCK, was Some Dude in a Minivan. What's worse, I notice he's texting. Or something. I give him the staredown and mental vibes. Doesn't look up. Cars start piling up behind him before venturing blindly around him, hoping the oncoming traffic won't hit them. Still doesn't look up. I walk up to his window. Still doesn't look up. I'm wondering at this point if he's dead, eyes open. But wait! Arm movement!

So I weigh the options - behind him or in front of him? Which will least likely cause the death of my child as I venture around this creep? I decide "front". I cross the walkway, then look back. Dude still hasn't moved.


Scene #2: So I go back to the store, do my shopping, and pack up the car. As I prepare to back out, I see Some Dude in a Sedan. He's parked behind me, at a red curb, marked FIRE LANE - NO STOPPING AT ANY TIME, and blocking a fire hydrant. So I proceed to slowly pull out... Dude doesn't move. Watching for oncoming traffic, I pull out further. Dude finally gets off his cell phone, juggles it in the air as he tries not to drop it while starting his car and throwing it into reverse before I flatten his car with mine. Luckily, there were no other cars or pedestrians behind him, as he didn't bother to look. Tragedy averted!

Some Dudes - you're making men look bad! Shame, shame!

Oversmurfed at the park

This is just what I want to hear while walking with my kids. (Actually, I had to hide my little fit of laughter as we walked by.)

Four boys, aged approximately thirteen years old, had abandoned their bike to play on the swings.

Boy #1 (smirkily): So, Adam, have you had your... first experience?

Boy #2 (confused): First experience with what?

Boy #3: Yeah - with a Smurf doll!

Adam: That's right - my first experience was with a Smurf doll, some honey, and a roll of toilet paper!

...

Boy, am I glad I didn't know my husband at thirteen!

Ouch!

So this video is almost a year old, but it's SOOOO cute. And the number of spoofs it's unleashed is unreal. Kids being kids!

Overheard... locally

I enjoy reading Overheard Everywhere (though the original is still the best). This local tidbit made me smile! (And if you don't know what the Castro is famous for... Google it!)



Automated train station announcement: Castro street station.

Excited little girl: Yay! Castro!

Bystander: The dictator or the district?

Excited little girl thinks for a second: The rainbows!


Castro Street Station
San Francisco, California
Overheard by: Dawn

Overheard at the Park

Mom, picking up plastic and rubber balls in the sandbox, to another mom:

"My son's the one who keeps grabbing your son's balls."

Oh. My. God.

Anyone who really knows me knows these things about me:

(1) I am totally phobic about food storage and food preparation. I am convinced that everything will give me food poisoning.

(2) I love to bake.

(3) I'm a stickler for punctuation.

(4) I know way too much about desert tortoises and will tell you about them until you are sorry that you asked.

This post only concerns the first two bulletpoints, though.

My cousin Amy recently blogged about this charming episode.

It should be noted that the original poster, when determining that perhaps this cake mix was "only sold in the U.S.", neglected to notice that the box has "flavor" spelled with a "u" and that the weight on the box is listed in grams, not ounces. Thus... it's pr'y not American.

Note also that I didn't change the original poster's interesting punctuation and spelling choices. Okay, fine... I changed one misspelled word. I couldn't help myself!

I can only hope that this is a totally fake story.

Anyway.... enjoy! Try not to throw up in your mouth!


Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Too Good NOT to post!

A nice post from a blog that my friend Brian (Heather's Husband), found on a website.
Good God. Have you ever done something you thought was ‘normal’, and then found out about how bad it was later? Much to your horror?

Meet the 17 Year Old Cake.



Gather around my children and I shall tell you a tale.

My friend had received a cake mix in a food donation box she was given around Christmas or so. Many destitute people in our area receive them, and think nothing of them. The odd time, you’ll find an expired/near-expired food item, but it’s nothing to be concerned about.

One day, while in a raging-afternoon hunger, we decided to make said pudding cake to quell said hunger.

Preparation was the same as any pudding cake, as were the ingredients. After a brief wait, the cake had cooled and was ready to be eaten. I walked up to it and commented on how it smelled of cherry Jell-O. I suppse this shoudln’t have been a surprise, as the ’sauce’ that is sprinkled on it while baking was reminiscent texture-wise of Cherry Jell-O powder.

We each dug out a bowlful, and began to chow down. I don’t think I managed more than three bites, and my friend managed even less. We thought it was just awful.

“It tastes like cough syrup.”
“This is nasty.”
“At least my cold went away.”
We disposed of the nastiness that was Robin Hood Cherry Pudding Cake, and then it hit me.
“Grace?”
“Mmnn?”
“Why have I never seen this cake in the stores?”
“Beats me. I checked the box. There’s no expiry date.”

It was true. After scanning the box several thorough times, there was nothing. Not even a lot number. I was now officially paranoid. I decided to do some research on the internet for this cake. Perhaps they only sold it in the US?

No luck. There wasn’t even a mention of this cake anywhere online. Not on the Robin Hood site, nor Wiki, nor Google. (I e-mailed Robin Hood to inquire about the cake, but to this day, I’ve never received a response.)

The only real identifying mark on the box, was the company address. I decided to do a Google search on that. Much to my dismay, I discovered something shocking. The last time that company worked from that address, was in 1989.

1989.
The cake was from 1989. At LEAST. That was the LAST the company was at that address. So the cake was at least 17 years old.

Blech.

I can honestly say, that was one hell of a cake. I suppose it wasn’t BAD for 17 year old cake mix. But good god. Who donated that thinking of how old it was? Perhaps it was donated after some old broad died and they cleared out her cupboards.
-shudders- If you ever come upon something questionable, do us all a favor and throw it out. Please don’t donate it.
-wince-

American Idol, here we come

Colin has taken to making up songs now. This little ditty, sung to the tune of "Frere Jacques", was debuted today, on the swings at the park, and name-drops two friends of his from school. Sing along!

I saw spider, I saw spider
Dormez nous? Dormez nous?
Who will touch the spider? Who will touch the spider?
Colby and Chase! Colby and Chase!

Somewhere in Orange County, a math teacher silently weeps

My neighbor, a really cool woman, has just had it with her job. She wants to "stay home" (as if you ever do!) with her kids, help her husband with his business, and get the house cleaned up. She's tired of tripping over crap, tired of staying up past midnight to get everything done, tired of going in to work. How tired? Check out this phone conversation from four o'clock this afternoon...


Neighbor: I need to use this Dell coupon before midnight.

Me: Oh, okay.

Neighbor: It expires at midnight Eastern Time... damn, it's pr'y too late.

Me (after a pause): No, it's okay - that's 9 p.m. our time.

Neighbor: Even after the time change?


Hang in there until July, Neighbor Friend! You can make it!

Twelve years posting... and counting

I just realized the other day that I put up my first website in Spring 1996 as part of a computer sciences class I was taking in college. I started posting "linguistic rants" every month and continued to do so for years. It was arduous work, let me tell you; "blogging" as we know it now, in its easy-to-post format, didn't exist! (And I was just barely out of using a text-based browser... oh my God.) Memories!

That's French for "biting off more than you can chew"

Colin prepares for National Library Week (April 13-19) with some light reading.

How you know someone's an engineer and has played "Dark Side of the Moon" while watching "The Wizard of Oz"

We were at Outback Steakhouse tonight. Colin and I were outside, and he noticed a landscape light in the garden, pointed right up to the sky.

Colin: Mommy, look - a light!

Me: Wow, yeah.

Nerdy engineer eavesdropping on our conversation, to Colin: Yeah, that's so if you want to lay on the sky, you can read a book upside down.

Colin: (silent blank stare)

How You Can Tell That Someone Is an Engineer and English Is Not Their First Language

Overheard at the YMCA tonight:

"Yeah, you need real weights. Nothing's like the real Dr. McCoy."

At least she got paid...

Got into a conversation with two women at the chiropractic office regarding why we are named what we are. (Got that?)

One woman said, "I've never liked my name. It's 'Marsha'. I asked my mom years and years ago about why she named me that. Apparently, there was a young woman in our town who was beautiful and always had a lot of boyfriends. She was quite popular. Her name was 'Marsha', so my mom chose the name for me."

"Well, that's nice," the other woman and I conceded.

"Yes," she continued, "But years later, I wanted to find out what happened to Marsha. Well, I found out why she was so popular. Marsha was a hooker! My mother named me after a hooker!"

Ah, hindsight...

I am not kidding you

On a coffee run this morning, I noticed the "Employee of the Month" for March 2008 is....

Rich Folk.

That's right, Rich Folk.

Reminds me of a girl I went to school with, Penelope Banks. Who went by "Penny". Penny Banks.

Ka-ching!

My little love!

A photo from July - but just recently received; we attended a housewarming/anniversary party on July 4th at our acquaintances' beautiful new mansion. Colin was tasting chocolate milk for the first time... and wouldn't even put the box down for a professional photographer! I laugh whenever I see this pic.

Anyway...

This evening, Colin and I were playing with trains while Matt watched. Colin started climbing up onto my lap.

"Mommy... Mommy..." he said.

"What, Colin?"

"I want hold you." (That means "I want you to hold me.")

"Okay, I can hold you."

He looked at me, smiled softly, threw his arms around my neck, and said, "Mommy, best friend, everything."

Needless to say, he got a HUGE hug!

Maybe I should just call him "Poops"

When Colin was a baby - besides calling him "Mijo" - I would call him "Poops". Because that's what he did. A lot.

Matt told me, "Call him 'Mijo' - but please don't call him 'Poops'! He can't go to high school with that as his nickname!"

So Colin, Hayden and I were at the park on Friday. He's in the sandbox, and I see him put something in his mouth. I shout, "Colin! Colin! Don't put that in your mouth! Take it out!" (He does.) "Don't put stuff in your mouth, Colin!" (He then sticks his tongue out to lick the item - hey, he was following directions, right?) "Colin! That doesn't mean lick it! Out!"

This little boy - between three and four years old - starts bawling suddenly. He gets up, clutching his ice cream, cries and cries while looking at me and barreling toward his mother. His mother looks at me and says, "His name is Colin also."

Poor kid thought this strange lady was yelling at HIM, telling HIM to take his ice cream out of his mouth.

What ever happened to making eye contact?

In any case... for "Colin" not being an incredibly popular name, that was quite a coincidence. And kinda funny.

I mean sad. Right? (WINK!)

Still rolling along

Miss Hayden has started social smiling as of last week (four weeks old). She's also going 4-6 hours between bottles at night (hurrah!) as of 2.5 weeks.

What a change from last time! (Don't tell Colin I said that.)

Colin is feeling better after his bout of brochiolitis; I am dying to get back to dance class; and we're rooting like crazy for this guy on "American Idol".

I'm also trying to figure out how to work a minimal amount of hours starting April 1.

Am I starting to enjoy this stay-at-home-mom-thing a little too much?


Let's just say that raising kids is WAY harder than working (well, most jobs, I suppose). But being at work, while rewarding - and a nice break! - isn't as great as seeing these lovely faces and interacting with them.

Speaking of interacting, the other day Colin and I were playing with trains (my new addiction!). I said to Hayden, "What is your big brother going to do with that curved track?" Colin looked at me seriously and said, "Hayden not to talk, Mommy."

Duh, Mom! She's only a month old!

"Mommy, Colin, Baby Sister... everybody LOVE."

Colin proclaimed this while giving us a group hug. Yes, the sibling revelry continues. And this, while he's on at least three different medicines (including 4x/day nebulizer treatments) for brochiolitis. (And I'm stressing about how to keep Hayden well, when Colin keeps trying to show his love for her!)

2008, so far, has been a banner health year for dear Colin!

It can only get better from here, right?

In the meantime, I'm still learning how to do things like make dinner or leave the house with an infant and a toddler. I've also discovered that I can't go to the supermarket unless Colin's at school, because an infant seat and a child cannot fit in a supermarket cart at the same time... unless you're not planning on getting any groceries.

When Colin was an infant, the shopping carts were just being changed over from "put your infant car seat up here, in front of you" to "we don't want your business, because infant car seats don't fit on our new carts, so screw you!"

So, naturally, I bought a new infant sling (because I can't find my New Native Carrier! BOO!) that I can carry Hayden in while Colin rides in the cart. It's a pink and chocolate Peanut Shell, and now I feel rather saucy!

Whatwhat?

So, I've been sitting on the news that my cousin (and fellow blogger) is pregnant for, like, at least a week. Once she announced it to her family this past weekend at her son's first birthday party, I was allowed to tell family members. But I didn't, because I wanted to know how far along she was. She was guessing about 15 weeks, and was excited that she might be all the way through her first trimester (because she was so sick with her son).

She called me yesterday with the results of her ultrasound.

Turns out she's SIX AND A HALF MONTHS PREGNANT.

Bet I can't tell the story like she can!

Jina hits Kigali

This is Jina. Actually, this is Jina making Colin fall in love with her.

I've known Jina longer than I've known my husband. She's also six years younger than I am, but that doesn't seem to matter.

She's also a total smartie. I'm not kidding you.

She just sent me a great e-mail from Kigali. That's right, the Kigali that's in Rwanda. She's a journalist, so she travels all over the place, writing about exciting things. We were lucky enough to have her visit us just a few weeks ago, when I was thisclose to giving birth to Hayden. She played with Colin and worked her voodoo that she do on him, and we had a lot of fun (when I wasn't complaining about being pregnant).

Check out her blog, and if you have time, see all the things she's written for the CS Monitor (BTW, the story about the human rights statistician was one of the stories she was doing interviews for when she visited us!) or take a look at this old article on her that I'm sure she'll just LOVE you looking at.

Introducing Hayden Rose

The baby is here!

I was scheduled for induction on Wednesday, but Miss Hayden had other ideas (thank goodness - I wasn't hot on the idea of induction because of the greater chance of a C-section).

I awoke Monday, crampy (as usual) and feeling unwell. I got up, used the restroom, and got back into bed as it was only 6:15 a.m. I decided to time my cramps, even though they weren't contractions (I didn't have contractions with Colin, either). They were 10 minutes, then three minutes, then 12 minutes, then eight minutes apart. Hubby got up, and when he came back to bed, I was nearly in tears. I said, "I just don't feel well... I'm so tired of this!" He said, "Don't worry - it will be over soon."

Just seconds later, as I was sitting there, I felt this huge scraping feeling up inside - I swear I could practically hear it. I thought that was weird. Then, about a minute later - a gush of amniotic fluid! I jumped out of bed and said, "Matt - my water broke - call your mom!" He's like, "WHAT????" I said, "Call your mom! Call your mom!" I knew that it would take her about 45 minutes to get to our house - and the doctor had told me, "Don't wait for your water to break to come to the hospital, because things could go quickly after that... just call when your contractions are eight to 10 minutes apart."

Considering that, once again, I didn't have straight-up, traditional contractions, I didn't know that I was in labor until my water broke!

So I was gushing everywhere, and Matt was getting last-minute things together, and Colin woke up (of course). He wanted breakfast (of course). So I wrapped a towel around myself and walked him to the kitchen. I served him cereal ("Barbara's, Cheerios, and big milk, Mommy.") and tried not to focus on my discomfort, while PRAYING that Janine would hurry up and get over to the house.

Colin wanted seconds, but I was feeling so poorly, I told him, "Mommy's not feeling well right now, so you'll have to wait for Daddy." He looked at me, seriously, and said, "Go to hospital - get baby sister - feel better?"

Wow.

Then I started feeling even worse, so Matt called his mom. "Mom, where are you??????" Turned out she made a WRONG TURN. She has been to our house thousands of times in the last five years, and she made a WRONG TURN. Nerves! So I got in the car, started doing some directed breathing (I think!) and clutched the door handle for dear life.

Janine pulled up while Matt was pacing at the door of the garage, trying to watch Colin in the kitchen and me in the car to make sure I wasn't giving birth in the front seat. (He kept saying, "If my mom's not here in five minutes, we're taking Colin to the hospital with us!" And why didn't we have a neighbor watch Colin while we raced out of there, you might ask? Because our neighbors to the right had left for work, and the neighbors to the left weren't answering their phones or door, although they seemed to be home! ARGH!)

Then, of course, there was tons of traffic, so I told Matt, "Put on your hazards, cut people off, I DON'T CARE - JUST GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

By the time I was checked in Labor and Delivery - about an hour after my water broke - I was already at 5 cm.

I got an epidural that was uneven, leaving me still writhing in pain. My left leg ended up numb, while I had rib pain on the left side, abdominal pain on the right, and searing pain (worse-than-my-worst-sciatica-day) through my right butt cheek. The nurse told me to lay on my right side to try to even it out, which ended up helping somewhat, though much whimpering was involved.

Matt and the nurse monitored my contractions, and I saw the nurse's surprise registered in her eyebrows. "You poor dear - your uterus is staying pretty much constantly contracted - I could say that you're contracting every minute or so, but your uterus is pretty much staying hard all of the time!"

Really!

Two hours after I checked in, the nurse said, "Do you feel any pressure?" I did, so she checked me out. She said, "Oh my goodness, the baby's head is right there. I need to call the doctor."

Five minutes later, the doctor arrived. I suddenly felt very serene and calm. I said, "Just tell me when to push, because I can't tell when I'm having a contraction."

The first two pushes, I kind of forgot anything I learned when I had Colin. (As Matt later chided me, "You totally half-assed those first two pushes!") By the third push, it all came back to me. The doctor said, "Okay, we really need to get her out now. Give me one more good push."

The fourth push was the charm, and Hayden Rose was born.

And then there's this....

SOOOOOOO......

I've been communicating by phone with the mother of one of Colin's little friends at school. Apparently, the Giardia situation is way out of control there.

A group of parents (including those of this little boy) were in the office a week ago Monday, demanding more answers about the outbreak. They also did not agree that it was okay to keep the kids who tested "negative" separate from the untested kids, but let all of them play TOGETHER on the playground. (Said one mother who is a pediatrician: "Giardia can live in the water and mud puddles on the playground, and you're not really keeping the kids segregated if they're playing together, anyway!")

The school has set up a meeting, run by the Department of Health, for tomorrow at 4 p.m. Hubby is considering leaving work early to attend. Especially as I passed on the info (that I got from aforementioned mom) that another of Colin's little friends just got his test results back today: *positive*. AND she mentioned something that just blew me away: the teachers are NOT CHANGING GLOVES BETWEEN DIAPER CHANGES FOR EACH KID. If they have three kids lined up for diaper changes and two kids on the little potties, they will wear the SAME GLOVES for all of the diaper changes.

I told the mom, "I can understand that you wear glove for your own protection, but what about preventing communicable disease BETWEEN the kids." She said, "Well, they have kids lined up, so they're just using the same gloves. I know [teacher's name] doesn't change gloves." I said, "If you go to a lab and there are three people lined up for blood tests, the phlebotomist doesn't keep the same gloves on for each person! Oh my God!!!!!!"

My husband said, "Does the Department of Health know about this?"

They might by tomorrow morning, if I have anything to do with it.

Speaking of that, what about OSHA?

Now our big decision is whether Colin should go back to this school. Granted, he's been there 2.5 years and this is the first major thing that's occured. We can either switch him to another daycare, or just have me work only one day per week (with my MIL watching the kids) until he goes to preschool in the fall.

Oh, and the mom also mentioned that a letter was clipped onto the sign-in/out sheet this morning: during an inspection, there was a code violation in that a child (who must've been five or younger!) was walking in the outside corridor on the way to the bathroom, without a parent escort or line-of-sight supervision by a teacher or other staff member. The letter must be signed and returned to the school, showing that we've read it.

Let's not neglect to mention that all of the letters re: Giardia have NOT been sent to our house while Colin's been at home. I wonder if that letter will show up or not.

PEEVED!!!!!

What I'm listening to: Nothing - saving my eardrums for "American Idol"
I just: Ran Colin's bathwater (hubby is watching him)
Now I'm gonna: Get Colin's PJs out of the dryer

Kikkoman takes care of their customers

I wrote to Kikkoman on Sunday, inquiring after their processing of soy and Teriyaki sauces. Hubby and I have been longing to make stir-fry, and since eating out at a Chinese (or really any Asian) restaurant is now prohibited due to Colin's peanut/tree-nut allergies, I decided to start searching out sauces that we could use. My concern, naturally, was that non-peanut sauces might be cross-contaminated with peanut (or nuts). I received this reply THIS MORNING in my e-mail:

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Dear Ms. SomeonesMom:
We received your e-mail inquiring about Kikkoman Soy and Teriyaki Sauces. You asked if these sauces and any of our non-peanut sauces are "processed on equipment shared with peanut/nut products" because you would like to avoid any chance of cross contamination with these allergens.

Kikkoman soy, Teriyaki and other sauces that are brewed and produced by Kikkoman Foods, Inc. in Walworth, WI do not contain any kind of peanuts or nuts in them. Therefore, the soy and teriyaki sauces manufactured at this plant would be free of cross contamination. Please check the back of the label to see where the sauce was produced.

We hope you find this information helpful to you as you plan your meals. If we may be of further assistance, please let us know.

Sincerely,
KIKKOMAN INTERNATIONAL INC.
Consumer Services
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So I checked the back of the Teriyaki sauce we already had in the refrigerator: didn't say where it was made (just that it was distributed by Kikkoman in San Francisco, CA). Then I checked the soy sauce and light soy sauce we had: Walworth, WI!

I went to the store and took a look at the Teriyaki sauce that was just the same as the one in our refrigerator. Nothing listed. However, when I looked at the light Teriyaki sauce, it was marked as made in Walworth, WI. Bingo!

So of course I brought it.

And again, of course, I managed to drop the grocery bag six inches to the floor of the garage, just outside the door to the kitchen... and I broke the bottle of light Teriyaki sauce.

Considering everything that's going on in our lives right now, I wasn't about to cry over... spilled Teriyaki.

I was more thrilled with the overall message I took away from this experience: Kikkoman offers prompt customer service and specific answers. They told me exactly what I needed to know, how to obtain needed information, and that they actually cared about their customers.

What I'm listening to: That "Tattoo" song by Jordin Sparks
I just: Ate a snack-sized KitKat
Now I'm gonna: Write some thank-you cards

Feeling positive about being negative

Last week, got notice that my husband and I are negative for Giardia. Yippee!

On Saturday evening, when we finished the last dose of medicine, I had Colin ceremoniously throw the bottle into the trash. He said, "That too, Mommy," pointing to the medicine dispenser. He threw that away as well.

Good riddance! Now let's cross our fingers that that was enough medicine to rid him of Giardia.

Does this look like a kid with Giardia?

Just checking. Because the test results from 1/2/08 indicate that he has Giardia! He's one of those rare individuals who shows NO signs, NO symptoms, yet has it.

Thank goodness I persuaded his pediatrician to order a lab test... for a kid with no symptoms.

So what happened?

Back in October, there was a sign on the door of his daycare class indicating that a child in the class had Giardia. When I asked a teacher about it, she said that the child had been having diarrhea, but the parents kept bringing him to daycare anyway (!!!). They kept calling the parents to take him home, saying, "You can't bring your child if they have diarrhea!" Finally, they said, "This is not clearing up - you should get him tested." The parents relented at last... and found out he had Giardia.

A couple weeks went by, and two more cases popped up.

Then November was silent.

In December, another notice went up. Turns out EIGHT more children had Giardia. EIGHT. A letter went out to parents just before the Christmas break, stating that if your child is tested and comes back "negative", they'd be put in a different room, with all of the "negative" kids. They had come in on a weekend and bleached down the entire room. They had called the Dept. of Health, which had sent reps in to give an additional workshop on precautions with diaper changes.

So, just to be helpful, I thought Colin should be tested. Then, once he came back "negative", he could go into the "negative" class after Christmas break.

The day after Christmas, with the scent of pine in the air, and some still-unwrapped presents under the tree, I scooped poo into vials.

Then we waited.

The pediatrician's office called the day after New Year's... with a bit of shock in the voice... Colin was positive for Giardia!

Talk about a stunner. How long had he had it? How many other kids in that class could be positive, little ticking time-bombs of Giardia poo, without knowing it?

So then I needed to call my doctor and persuade them to sign a lab sheet, even though I had no symptoms. And my husband had to do the same. Both offices hesitated greatly until we mentioned Colin's asymptomatic "positive". (And the fact that I was just days/weeks from having a baby.)

We're still waiting for our lab results.

In the meantime, Colin can't go to daycare on his usual days. Which, of course, are the days I'm supposed to be going to obstetrical appointments, taking extra naps, and running errands that I won't be able to do once the baby comes (not immediately, at least). The poor kid is not getting enough exercise, between me being so pregnant and having all of these sciatic/back issues, not being able to take him to gym class (because of my same issues), not going to school, and the rainstorms that prevent trike-riding and park time.

We've had three calls from the Dept. of Health. Luckily, all of the people I've spoken with ARE SO FRIENDLY AND PERSONABLE AND PROFESSIONAL. One nurse is going to bring the next two sets of vials for poo sampling to the house, so I only have to deal with drop-offs (because of my impending labor and delivery). My favorite part, though, was when the nurse was doing a questionnaire with me over the phone to determine where Colin might have swallowed water from a stream or eaten dirt. I said, "I know where he got Giardia. He got it at daycare when a kid had it back in October and his parents kept bringing him to school. There's a big outbreak there now that they can't get under control."

So Colin needs to take medicine for 10 days, three times per day. The first two days were fine, then he decided that he hated the medicine. (It's very bitter, even when mixed into a cherry base syrup.) I started mixing it into chocolate syrup, which is an incredibly rare treat for him. That worked for another two days, but was messy and difficult to administer. Then I hit on it: squirt the medicine in his mouth, tell him to "swallow quickly!", then squirt whipped cream into his mouth. Well, that's been a HUGE hit. It's worked like a charm. I don't know how I came up with that one; I have never had whipped cream squirted into my own mouth! But I'm glad I did. I'm like freakin' Mary Poppins over here now, with my spoonful of.... whipped cream.

It's just been rough in that Colin is having to take medicine, even though he doesn't feel sick; he can't go to school, and doesn't understand why; we have to bleach down all of his toys (the nurse's suggestion from today), which sent him into a tizzy because he thought we were putting away all of his toys in the garage so he'd never see them again; and, of course, I'm pregnant and supposed to be taking it easy.

BTW, if I come back "positive", the doctor said she wouldn't treat me unless I became symptomatic. She'd treat me after the baby was born. (And, of course, I'd need to tell Labor and Delivery that I had Giardia so they could make accommodations for that when I delivered.) In addition, if I started on medication, I'd have to pump-and-dump milk, as the medicine is not compatible with nursing.

SOOOOOOOOOO.... needless to say, our household has been turned upside down in the weeks when we really need it least. But we need to make sure our home becomes Giardia-free before the baby comes, as it can be a real danger to infants (dehydration, failure to thrive, hospitalization, etc.).

As my husband says: "Damn daycare!"

What I'm listening to: Matt watching "Nova" without me. Stop!
I just: Started watching "Nova" without him, then paused it. ;)
Now I'm gonna: Pour some orange juice and go chastize poor Matt

More cute

Today, Colin felt his baby sister moving around.

Colin: Oh, Baby Sidder, it you pay time. You move around at pay time.

BTW, this is the second time today I've found Colin on my bed, watching TV - the local weather newscast regarding the major storms pounding the area. He loves seeing those weather maps!

What I'm listening to right now: The weather report, of course!
I just: Talked to the hubby
Now I'm gonna: Well, we were going out to Target, but now it's dark outside...

Quoth the Colin...

At the park on New Year's Day...

Hubby: Colin, do you want to be a firefighter when you grow up?

Colin: No.

Hubby: How about flying an airplane?

Colin: No.

Hubby: Then what do you want to be when you grow up?

Colin: Caudin grow up, be a big brother.

What I'm listening to: A lacrosse ball bouncing around in the dryer (beating a Boppy into submission)
I just: Read up on Giardia online
Now I'm gonna: Put some pasta on to boil