Friday, October 29, 2010
Raisin Recall
Nestle is recalling Raisinets.
It's interesting because I would have assumed they were being recalled because they are candied evil, but apparently there might be "undeclared peanuts" in there.
It's interesting because I would have assumed they were being recalled because they are candied evil, but apparently there might be "undeclared peanuts" in there.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Voting over
It was just for one day, that being yesterday, Wednesday October 20.
Today is another day, and I think I am going to dress him like a devil every single day because we are beginning to be convinced he is possessed.
Today is another day, and I think I am going to dress him like a devil every single day because we are beginning to be convinced he is possessed.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Miracles DO happen
They are just not what we think they are.
They are tiny in comparison to the larger world.
They should be honored and marveled at, but not be expected to repeat... because they are miracles.
You may remember my thoughts on miracles. Conception is not a miracle. Even my baby's survival is not a miracle. To reiterate, a miracle is:
1: an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs
2: an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment
Again, I do not believe in number one in any way, shape, or form, and number two does not apply to conception, in general or in my specific case, nor does it apply to babywhumpus' survival, as the success rate for his gestational age is now 90%. We are always grateful (to science and his excellent care), and we are often astounded at our two-pound baby but... not a miracle.
But, by number two's standards, what we had last night was a miracle. babywhumpus slept for almost 11 hours straight. This is "an extremely outstanding and unusual event." For the past two weeks or perhaps more, there has not been a single night of even sleeping from 10-5, let alone from 8:30-7:15, and before that, the 10-5's were rare enough.
Tonight, I vow to get him into--actually INTO--the bath at 8, give him a fun 10-15 minute splash, get him out and p.j.-ed, and see if family story time will happen before pillow and bed. The goal being to get him into the crib around 8:30.
This, too, would be a miracle.
They are tiny in comparison to the larger world.
They should be honored and marveled at, but not be expected to repeat... because they are miracles.
You may remember my thoughts on miracles. Conception is not a miracle. Even my baby's survival is not a miracle. To reiterate, a miracle is:
1: an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs
2: an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment
Again, I do not believe in number one in any way, shape, or form, and number two does not apply to conception, in general or in my specific case, nor does it apply to babywhumpus' survival, as the success rate for his gestational age is now 90%. We are always grateful (to science and his excellent care), and we are often astounded at our two-pound baby but... not a miracle.
But, by number two's standards, what we had last night was a miracle. babywhumpus slept for almost 11 hours straight. This is "an extremely outstanding and unusual event." For the past two weeks or perhaps more, there has not been a single night of even sleeping from 10-5, let alone from 8:30-7:15, and before that, the 10-5's were rare enough.
Tonight, I vow to get him into--actually INTO--the bath at 8, give him a fun 10-15 minute splash, get him out and p.j.-ed, and see if family story time will happen before pillow and bed. The goal being to get him into the crib around 8:30.
This, too, would be a miracle.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Note to self:
You do not need new shoes, new boots, new clothes. You can do without new towels. You don't need the 3rd season of Big Bang Theory, the latest 30 Rock, or Medium. Take all that money and just put it in savings toward the new patio, windows, and house painting so you don't owe Wells Fargo anything and don't pay them too much interest because they suck. You have plenty of nice things, and plenty of things to get rid of anyway, so nothing new and personal needs to enter your life. Don't look at shoes online. Don't look at new releases. Just stop it.
Put it in savings. Now.
Go!
Put it in savings. Now.
Go!
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