This is a pretty hot topic, and an emotional one to boot. Over the weekend a Cleveland newspaper reported that an eight-year-old child was taken away from his parents and put in foster care because it was felt that the parents were the cause of their child’s weight problem and therefore neglecting him. He weighed in at 200 lbs when they took him away – an eight-year-old, people! (more…)
Archive for November, 2011
Today I ran my first real race ever (I don’t count Bay to Breakers because that was just for fun, and Brent and I were tied to each other). I finally after literally years of searching I found a race that me, Brent and August in a stroller could run together in San Francisco. We had a really good time, August was the bomb playing his kazoo as we went up the hills and cheered us on the whole way. Really fun. And although we didn’t run ten minute miles or anything, we finished in under seventy minutes – not too shabby if you ask me.
That’s my big news of the day. I’m on a quest to shed a few pounds over the next few months (I know, me and every other fool out there), so wish me luck. Hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving. We had a really great and relaxing weekend just the three of us. It was perfect really, I wouldn’t have changed a thing (okay, well, I could do without the guilt trip I got several times from my mother, but other than that…).
Now it’s over, our stay-cation, and it’s back to the grind tomorrow. At least I get a break from running for a day.
Exactly three years ago today, I decided that I MUST be pregnant, and although we were hosting a Thanksgiving dinner at our house, and I hadn’t taken a pregnancy test, I opted to skip the booze. We had only been married for about three weeks, and at some point during those three weeks I got pregnant. I swear we had sex like once, and for the next three weeks my boobs were hurting so much that I had to take showers two to three times a day to ease my pain. I had never experienced that kind of pain in my breasts, so I thought, “I must be pregnant”. Okay, and the need for a peanut butter sandwich every day tipped me off too. (more…)
Brent likes to make fun of me every year, and it’s well deserved, around Halloween time. Every year I tell him I’m not interested in dressing up, and every year the day before Halloween he finds me rummaging through my closet to find something, anything that I can use to dress myself up. Thanksgiving is a lot like that for me. I hate the hassle of travelling, and I hate the new hassle of deciding which parents we’re going to share it with. Once I even opted to spend Thanksgiving by myself, home alone, and I watched the entire series of “Sex and the City” that weekend. It turned out to be quite nice, and only slightly lonely. (more…)
Sorry or the radio silence around here. Since we last spoke, we received the “Tot Clock” in the mail, August continues to delight us with his presence at 6 am every morning, and my mother-in-law slept over at our house for a few days. We’ve only tested the “Tot Clock” once, but August is more interested in the red color (signifies “timeout” which we have never had to give him thus far, he just likes the color) more than the blue (signifies sleep time). So far, not so great, but it is only one night. Honestly, I’m not very hopeful because lately he just talks to himself when he wakes up, and he’s still sleeping in a crib. There’s not much for him to do while the “blue” light is still on except to wait like he always does for us to come and get him. I’m not sure what else we should expect from him. (more…)
She’s here not even ten minutes and for the last two hours I’ve been freaking out about what she said, “Well, of course he’s waking up at 5:30 am when you put him to bed before 7 pm”. What if she’s right? But the doula said we should be putting him to bed before 7:30 pm (our previous bedtime), but maybe she was wrong and my mother-in-law is right. Maybe it WAS a daylight savings problem, but now it’s a too early to bed problem?
The reason why I’m second guessing the bedtime is because before daylight savings he slept for ten and half to eleven hours of sleep every night with a one and a half to two-hour nap. So we would put him to bed at 7:30pm and he would wake up between 6:30 am and 7 am. Now for the past few nights we’ve been putting him to bed between 6:30 pm and 7 pm and he’s waking up at 5:30 am to 5:45 am.
Fuck, maybe she’s right. Not ten minutes and I’m already over thinking things she’s said to me.
Okay, ladies and gentlemen, we are at day eleven, I think it is. Don’t beat me if I’m wrong because I’m losing my ability to count from lack of sleep. Yep, you guessed it, still waking up before 6 am, the little bastard (sorry, August!). Today was 5:40 am, I guess that’s better than 5:20 am, though, right? That’s the bright side, I suppose. (more…)
Everyone else out there is writing about their woes of the holidays, so I thought I’d join in. This is complicated, though, so stick with me. I grew up celebrating Christmas with my dad’s parents and Thanksgiving with my mom’s parents. I loved it, but I do remember wishing that sometimes we could all celebrate a holiday together (both grandparents). It never happened. Partly because we’re Jewish so my mom’s parents didn’t celebrate Christmas, and partly because I don’t think my grandparents liked each other (I’m not sure though. Not like I asked them and now they’re all dead). So when I had a son one of the things I hoped to achieve was a joint holiday where both sets of grandparents could be with us at the same time. I’m starting to think this will never happen. (more…)
Yep, I’m still talking about it. Surprising isn’t it? Well, let’s see, today is day nine of changing our clocks back and erratic waking up by our little friend August. He fooled us though. We thought we had it in the bag yesterday when he woke up at 6:47 am – a very decent time by toddler standards. But then of course he did not nap yesterday – the boy thinks he only needs twelve hours of ZZZs, maybe he does, but everyone else keeps saying otherwise. So we went to bed at 6:45 pm - you know what they say at this age, sleep begets sleep. (more…)