7 lbs, 9 oz.
20.5 inches
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
No baby yet
I just thought you might want to see some photos of the nursery. It's hard to take good pictures in such a small room, but you sort of get the idea. The wolf cubs on the wall are vinyl stickers, drawn by Mr. A. and sent off to a vinyl sticker maker company. Aren't they the cutest?
The window seat is all piled up with our stuff for the hospital. Note the incredible handmade blankets, pillows, etc. all over the place, made by our wonderful friends.
By the way, we took the infant safety class, and we know what the safety hazards are in there right now--we're on it!
The window seat is all piled up with our stuff for the hospital. Note the incredible handmade blankets, pillows, etc. all over the place, made by our wonderful friends.
By the way, we took the infant safety class, and we know what the safety hazards are in there right now--we're on it!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
You look tired
Here's a conversation I won't mind not having every day:
Coworker or Library Patron* (as though I am in the final stages of galloping consumption): How are you feeling?
Me: Good, thanks! How are you?
CoLP: You look tired.
Me: Well, I guess I am a little bit tired. Not too bad, though.
CoLP: Yeah, well you'd better enjoy life now because soon you'll be a MISERABLE SLEEPLESS WRECK! Hahahaha!
Good one.
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My due date is a week away. I wouldn't mind getting this show on the road a couple of days early, but I have a feeling it'll be more likely to run late. Any last minute advice?
*Really, all of my coworkers are great. These conversations only happen with people who work here, but aren't really my coworkers. You know?
Coworker or Library Patron* (as though I am in the final stages of galloping consumption): How are you feeling?
Me: Good, thanks! How are you?
CoLP: You look tired.
Me: Well, I guess I am a little bit tired. Not too bad, though.
CoLP: Yeah, well you'd better enjoy life now because soon you'll be a MISERABLE SLEEPLESS WRECK! Hahahaha!
Good one.
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My due date is a week away. I wouldn't mind getting this show on the road a couple of days early, but I have a feeling it'll be more likely to run late. Any last minute advice?
*Really, all of my coworkers are great. These conversations only happen with people who work here, but aren't really my coworkers. You know?
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
C'mere, gLovie
Loyal readers may recall that many months ago we started getting a free subscription to Parenting: The Early Years. (Technically it's in TimJim's name; we're saving them so that he can enjoy them later.)
We have learned many things from P:TEY. For example, we have learned that actually there is only one parent and her name is MOMMY. Articles tend to focus on topics such as how not to be too much of a nag to your husband, even though he doesn't know a diaper from a disco ball and expects his martini to be cold and ready when he gets home from work no matter what. (You, Mommy, do not work.)
There are also lots of helpful tips and tricks from other Mommies--sort of like Hints from Heloise, but weirder. For instance:
"Travel Tub: When we go on a trip, I bring a small inflatable pool to put in the hotel room's tub for my son to take a bath in. It protects him from germs, and any water that spills out goes right down the drain!"
or
"Look Book: So I can read my Parents magazine in peace, I made my son his own "magazine" to look at. I cut out pictures of kids from past issues, slide them into sheet protectors, and put them in an old binder!"
Aren't those great ideas? I know there's nothing I'd rather do than bring an inflatable swimming pool on every vacation, or cut and paste an old magazine into a binder for some reason instead of just letting the kid look at it.
What's really fascinating, though, are the safety products. To be fair, these are more advertised than featured in the parenting magazines. But wow, check this out:
We have learned many things from P:TEY. For example, we have learned that actually there is only one parent and her name is MOMMY. Articles tend to focus on topics such as how not to be too much of a nag to your husband, even though he doesn't know a diaper from a disco ball and expects his martini to be cold and ready when he gets home from work no matter what. (You, Mommy, do not work.)
There are also lots of helpful tips and tricks from other Mommies--sort of like Hints from Heloise, but weirder. For instance:
"Travel Tub: When we go on a trip, I bring a small inflatable pool to put in the hotel room's tub for my son to take a bath in. It protects him from germs, and any water that spills out goes right down the drain!"
or
"Look Book: So I can read my Parents magazine in peace, I made my son his own "magazine" to look at. I cut out pictures of kids from past issues, slide them into sheet protectors, and put them in an old binder!"
Aren't those great ideas? I know there's nothing I'd rather do than bring an inflatable swimming pool on every vacation, or cut and paste an old magazine into a binder for some reason instead of just letting the kid look at it.
What's really fascinating, though, are the safety products. To be fair, these are more advertised than featured in the parenting magazines. But wow, check this out:
That's right, it's Baby's First Head Gear! Presumably the first of many. These might be the best though:
Finally: a world where children need never touch a surface! Ever! No matter what! Isn't science wonderful?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Why not to buy whiskey when you are eight months pregnant, no matter what
It's my friend and coworker T's birthday today. I thought about getting him a gift certificate for a coffeeshop near our workplace, but it turns out he's given up coffee. (Even though apparently he's not even pregnant. I know, he must be a communist or something.) I consulted with Mr. A via email and we decided to get him something not very original that we knew he would enjoy: whiskey.
Thanks to Washington's repressive liquor laws, you have to get your liquor purchased during the workday. So on my break, I headed down the hill to downtown's only liquor store, bought the whiskey, and hauled it back up. Then I went to the Bartell to buy some ginger ale, because T enjoys a nice whiskey ginger.
It was all going swimmingly until the bag the Bartell lady gave me immediately broke and the whiskey bottle fell and shattered. I could feel every single person in the long line at the Bartell judging me as a terrible mother and a drunken librarian.* I really didn't know what to do, so eventually I just threw away the sad remains of my bottle of Maker's Mark and left.
I still reek of whiskey and there are only six minutes left in my dinner break. Time to go serve the patrons!
*I was still wearing my crazy clown librarian badge. Represent!
Thanks to Washington's repressive liquor laws, you have to get your liquor purchased during the workday. So on my break, I headed down the hill to downtown's only liquor store, bought the whiskey, and hauled it back up. Then I went to the Bartell to buy some ginger ale, because T enjoys a nice whiskey ginger.
It was all going swimmingly until the bag the Bartell lady gave me immediately broke and the whiskey bottle fell and shattered. I could feel every single person in the long line at the Bartell judging me as a terrible mother and a drunken librarian.* I really didn't know what to do, so eventually I just threw away the sad remains of my bottle of Maker's Mark and left.
I still reek of whiskey and there are only six minutes left in my dinner break. Time to go serve the patrons!
*I was still wearing my crazy clown librarian badge. Represent!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Zap it!
Mr. A. doesn't have a Facebook account, which state of affairs is probably a better way of life overall but did present him with a problem this week at work. He found that he needed to send out an email to hundreds of people, encouraging them to become fans of his workplace's page, even though he doesn't know the first thing about Facebookery.
Me: What are you going to say in the email?
Him: I'm going to tell them to zap it to our Friend Zone!
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Oscars recap: The fact that The Blind Side even exists on film fills me with impotent rage. I saw the woman the movie is based on being interviewed on one of the morning shows the other day and she confirmed my suspicion that she could probably use a good punch in the face.
Me: What are you going to say in the email?
Him: I'm going to tell them to zap it to our Friend Zone!
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Oscars recap: The fact that The Blind Side even exists on film fills me with impotent rage. I saw the woman the movie is based on being interviewed on one of the morning shows the other day and she confirmed my suspicion that she could probably use a good punch in the face.
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