Archive for June, 2006

Cats, Your Food’s Got Nothin’ On Peas!

Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
     


Eating Peas
 by Koog Family.

There have been no additional cat food ingestion incidents at our house after the one I wrote about last weekend.

Instead, we’ve managed to steer her toward¬†other, more approriate foods.

Last week, she got really excited about feeding herself Cheerios. This week, we’re right in the thick of riding that wave to transition from all pureed foods to a variety of other finger foods, like toast, cut up fruit, chunks of hash brown patties heated up in the toaster, and, tonight, green peas!


    

Eating Peas and Smiling

by Koog Family.

This evening, as an accompaniment to some Gerber “3rd Foods” Spaghetti with Meat Sauce (visible on her cheek and bib), hash brown chunks, and banana baby yogurt (visible on her chin) that we helped her to eat for dinner, Emma fed herself peas.

Lots and lots of peas.

Cat Food

Sunday, June 11th, 2006
 


catfood
Originally uploaded by WhatDaveSees.

I suppose it was inevitable.

We try to be vigilant about keeping crawling Emma away from the cat’s food bowls on the floor in the kitchen.

But today, she got a few morsels in her hand and I didn’t notice.

Then she ate one. I saw the chewed up bits of it in her mouth. It was a triangular piece of Science Diet Hairball Formula Light.

I’m sure it didn’t taste quite like (her favorite snack)¬†a Cheerio.

Gratuitous Baby Picture and Mommy Pride

Sunday, June 11th, 2006
 

Here she comes!, originally uploaded by Koog Family.

Look at this pink-cheeked little sweetheart crawling around! How can I help but be smitten!?

Four Things I Never Knew About Motherhood

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

There have been several surprises along this journey called motherhood that I hadn’t known about before. Here are four of them:

Once a woman stops nursing, for whatever reason, her body starts shedding hair. I’m not talking about a little bit. I’m talking about gobs and gobs coming out in the hairbrush and in the shower. I’m talking about my stylist having a very concerned look on her face and telling me, “there’s just not as much there as there used to be.” I’m talking about the fact that I used to barely be able to squeeze my thick pony tail into a large barrette. And now, if I don’t use a small tiny one, it slips out. I probably lost fifty percent of my hair, if not more. The good news is that it is growing back. The new growth is about an inch and a half long now. When I wear a pony tail, the new stuff groups together into little flippies that kind of look like horns coming out from the side of my head. It’s strange. But it’s normal. Other mothers¬†at work confirmed that they experienced exactly the same thing.

2. This Book Makes Me Cry This Book Makes Me Cry, by Koog Family.

I never knew that the rush of love, emotion, hope, and protectiveness that came over me as I bonded with my new baby for the first hours and days of her life would become physically?, chemically? imprinted upon me somehow. And that images or words that remind me of the intensity of my new-mother feelings can set me off on a crying jag. This sort of silly little book, “Love You Forever,” by Robert Munsch, did it to me. It came in a basket of various baby items upon which we made the winning bid on at a fundraising auction. When I read the book, I melted into a weeping heap of blubbering emotion.¬†¬†¬†¬†

3. Wham_-_Make_It_Big-front Wham_-_Make_It_Big-front, by SuedeyAde.

How could I have ever guessed that leaving Emma at home with Paul in order to drive a half-an-hour away to the dinner place to pick up food, combined with a Friday night “Retro Eighties” radio program, could be such a source of joy and renewal. Driving alone to do errands these days feels, again, like driving alone did when I was a teenager. Just me, the road, and the radio station. I’m quite sure that “Burning Down The House,” “Let’s Go Crazy,” and “Dancing With Mysel-elf” have never before been played at such a high volume or sung along to with such passion inside the space of a mini-van as they were last Friday evening.¬†¬†¬†¬†

4. Tiny Baby Tiny Baby, by Koog Family.

I hadn’t realized that a parent’s attention to a child is so grounded in the moment. I’m so aware of what Emma does every day, and I take in and adapt to each change as it comes along. But that focus keeps me from remembering many of the details of her earlier stages. Paul and I looked at some of her early baby pictures last night, and reacted with stunned laughter to her amazing smallness and her difference from now! We can’t clearly remember that, as we’re following her around the house, now, to keep up with her crawling.

1977

Saturday, June 10th, 2006
 

Batman, batboy, batgirl–1977, originally uploaded by niteowl.photo.

That’s the real Batman, a.k.a. Adam West.

And that’s me.

On the right.

In 1977.

I think Batman was in town for the circus, and stopped by the hospital to visit some sick kids. Since my stepfather worked at the hospital, I got to meet the bat, the man, himself!

The thing I remember most about this picture being taken is that Batman was squeezing the Holy Moly out of my shoulder.

My facial expression may look like a five-and-a-half-year-old girl’s modesty.

But it’s really a disguised wince of pain.

Well, OK, I was also star-struck and probably mentally rehearsing all the ways in which I would portray either Bat Girl or Cat Woman on TV.

The little guy on the left is clearly channeling Boy Robin (as his younger brother looks on).

Thanks for uploading that one, niteowl 😉 !

Public Speaking Maniac

Thursday, June 8th, 2006

I gave a two-hour presentation this morning, again, on the topic of HIPAA Health¬†Privacy Law.¬†¬†This was my¬†6th rendition of this topic,¬†the¬†5th time at this location, and the 7th¬†time¬†doing any public speaking at all since March of ’05.¬†

Dang if I’m not starting to get good at it.

Next time I¬†present¬†will be¬†for a program at the State Bar in late summer.¬† Then I think I’m¬†up on HIPAA again in November and December.¬†¬†

I’ll be on fire by then.¬† The poor suckers in the audience will never even see the¬†geeky¬†Internal Revenue Code¬†jokes coming.¬†¬†¬†¬†

No More Anxiety Dream? Should That Worry Me?

Thursday, June 8th, 2006

For several years now – did it start sometime in college?¬†- I’ve had a recurring anxiety dream of the academic sort.¬†

I don’t have it very often.¬† But it pops up from time to time – usually¬†during a period in which¬†I’m busier than usual,¬†and always with the same general theme.

In the dream, I suddenly remember that I have a test to take or a long paper to turn in – either that day or the next day.¬† The setting of the dream (as well as the theme of the class)¬†can vary, but these frequently “take place” in¬†either my highschool or my middle school.¬† Inevitably,¬†I realize that I’ve forgotten about the class for the duration of the now-ending¬†semester.¬† I panic and wonder how I’m ever going to pass the class.¬† And mostly, I feel upset and astounded that I’ve forgotten this obligation altogether.

Well, I’m wondering now if I’ve dreamed my last of that dream. . .

Earlier this week, after being awake for most of the night listening to and taking turns caring for a teething (and ear-aching) Emma, I was exhausted.

I slept soundly only between 4:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m.  And during that time, I had the dream.

But it was different this time.

For the first time ever, when presented with the fact that I had a physics exam that I was not in the least prepared for . . . my attitude, with a general, shoulder-shrugging¬†lack of concern and even disdain, was “So what!?¬† Give me a¬†D or an F.”

I’m not sure what to make of this odd development.¬†

I’ve never heard of “conquering” one’s own anxiety dream before.¬†

So I’m not yet sure if I should feel triumphant, and applaud my evolution, or whether I should be very concerned.¬†

Is it a bad thing to have reached the state, in the waking, as well as the sleeping¬†world, that I just don’t let the stress get me down anymore?

Have I achieved a state of Zen, or am I just too tired to care?

I really¬†do have more projects to do at work than I can get done¬†within a reasonable time.¬† And as I told a colleague earlier this week, “When you have 25 ‘urgent’ projects, none of them seems quite so urgent anymore.”

The jury is still out on whether my sense of peace with it all is a good or a bad development.

Maybe the answer will arrive in another dream.   

Recipe

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

In a large bowl (if you think you have one big enough), combine:

  • A¬†dash of Teething
  • A heaping spoonful of Crawling, and
  • 1 Tbsp. Essence of Earache

 While kneading the baby activity mixture, rapidly mix in:

  • 2 full-time working parents
  • 1 law school summer class
  • 1 adult with a summer cold,
  • 1 case of thumb tendonitis from picking up baby and practicing¬†new Ben Hogan golf swing, and
  • 1 additional trip to the pediatrician.

Blend well.

Don’t sleep all the way through the night.

Bake at 350 until mixture browns and clean toothpick inserted reads . . .

. . . Aha! So this is why I haven’t been posting here as often¬†lately.¬† 😉

My Law Firm . . .

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

. . . is not quite like this one, but all law firms have enough in common with it that the many pages of this link are making for satsifying repeat reading for me these days.  It reads like The Onion drafted it up: 

http://www.anonymouslawfirm.com

Ditchin’ Aida for DaVinci

Sunday, June 4th, 2006

I arrived at work on Friday morning and checked my calendar.¬† It was then that I saw that we had opera tickets.¬† For the next night.¬† I’d forgotten.

I just wasn’t up for it.¬† A quick call confirmed that¬†Paul wasn’t up for it, either.

In fact, we’d been thinking of getting a sitter and checking out The DaVinci Code. (I had read the book, and wanted to see it – bad reviews and all).

And that’s what we did.¬† I found takers for each of¬†our two opera tickets.¬† One went to someone who had been trying to¬†find an unused ticket¬†anyway, and who has been listening to his new Aida CD since Christmas.¬† Perfect.

So we traded highbrow fiction for lowbrow fiction; ancient Egyptian romance and tragedy for modern day biblical cover-up suspense and sleuthing (and Tom Hank’s strange hairdo).¬†

And these still relatively new parents enjoyed the special treat of  getting out to see a movie. 

Priceless.