As replayed to me by hubby.
The girl: "Daddy, what is a shooting star?"
Daddy: "Well, honey a shooting star is not really a star, it is a really hot piece of rock that is moving across the sky toward earth really fast."
The girl: "Oh, like a meteor?"
Upon relaying the story to me he says, "If I knew she knew what a meteor was I'd have explained it a little differently!" Better yet, he wouldn't have needed to explain it at all. It is sad when your daughter's knowledge of science has exceeded your own (mine in this case) and she's not even in school! I guess we shouldn't at all be surprised. She was not even quite 3 when we pointed to a picture in a book of a guy dressed in a space suit and said "Who's he?" Completely expecting her to say a space man. Nope, "an astronaut" was the answer. I think KK, who witnessed said event, almost fell off of the sofa.
That's ok I take credit for the exceptional verbal skills. I have always talked to her just like I'd talk to anyone - grown or not grown up. Hence ... astonishment, astronaut, PREDICAMENT! Ok, so she watches Pinky Dinko Doo too ... which emphasizes big words and their meaning.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Barbolicious Stole My Boyfriend!
But that's ok ... I am stealing him back. He looks totally hot with the facial hair. Well, he looks totally hot without the facial hair. Totally hot, but totally different. Did I say hot already? Sorry I have to turn on a fan!I swear its the eyes and the hint of a smile ... you just know he is that devilish mostly a good boy with an edge.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Brief Baby Update
Today was my 16 week check-up, so what I am 17 weeks along. Who's counting. I am not sure how we got a bit off track, but that is ok.
Got to hear the heartbeat again & it sounded just as it should. Whoosh whoooosh whoooosh.
I have lost another pound. Again, not a bad thing or anything to worry about.
My blood pressure was back to my normal range 107/70. Last visit it was high for me, normal for other people 129/85. So she was pleased with that. I still think the last visit was related to the heat and stress of work.
Next up Sonogram for the week of the 18th of September.
Got to hear the heartbeat again & it sounded just as it should. Whoosh whoooosh whoooosh.
I have lost another pound. Again, not a bad thing or anything to worry about.
My blood pressure was back to my normal range 107/70. Last visit it was high for me, normal for other people 129/85. So she was pleased with that. I still think the last visit was related to the heat and stress of work.
Next up Sonogram for the week of the 18th of September.
Monday, August 28, 2006
I don't mean to brag, but...
There are somethings you want to remember and so blogging about them is the best way to make sure you will!
This morning, my lovely daughter who is only 4 used the word ASTONISHMENT in a sentence correctly. I was astonished! :)
I said, "what does that mean?" She responded, "with great surprise!" Now, don't worry she's not one of those pretentious 4 year olds who talks like shes 40 and from the upper east side. But she just has one HELL of a vocabulary.
Oh and re: baby...she states, "Oh, I hope the baby is cute and not a boy!" (Sorry baby boy if you are reading this years from now. But take comfort that last week it was all about a boy!)
This morning, my lovely daughter who is only 4 used the word ASTONISHMENT in a sentence correctly. I was astonished! :)
I said, "what does that mean?" She responded, "with great surprise!" Now, don't worry she's not one of those pretentious 4 year olds who talks like shes 40 and from the upper east side. But she just has one HELL of a vocabulary.
Oh and re: baby...she states, "Oh, I hope the baby is cute and not a boy!" (Sorry baby boy if you are reading this years from now. But take comfort that last week it was all about a boy!)
Friday, August 25, 2006
Plan B
Well AMEN ... a headline for you FDA OKs nonprescription ‘morning-after’ pill Decision allows over-the-counter sale of Plan B for those 18 or older! Can I get a hallelujah?
Seriously, WHY WHY WHY has this been a contentious issue since 1992 or maybe even earlier? My only problem with the headline is that it is restricted to those over 18. Because we all knows girls under 18 should not be able to decide whether they have a child or not. I thought maybe my opinion would change once I actually had a daughter, but no not so much. I want my daughter to have all of the safe, healthy options available to her. I surely hope that she and I will continue the relationship we have now (where she tells all) but I am realistic. I know that may not happen at 15, 16, or 17. Right now my policy is she asks a question, I answer it honestly.
A recent conversation during a discussion about marriage, her: "mommmmmm a man can't marry a man" Me: "well honey sometimes is a man loves a man they can live together and be with each other like daddy and I are" Her: "noooooooo" (not because she's homophobic, just because she's 4). Me: "yep, its true. noone can predict who they will love the most of all." Her: "I love gramma most of all." end of convo. ;)
Anyway, back to my point. I love my daughter, I want nothing more than for her to make good, healthy decisions. But she (like me and you and even the religious right - though they'd deny it) is human. And to be human means to err. She is already a strong, independent person. She should have ALL the resources available to her ... no matter what. It is her body. It is her decision. PERIOD. I don't care if she's 5 or 55.
The funniest argument I did hear is that men will buy this OTC and force it on their girlfriends/wives to prevent unwanted children. Seriously, if he can't pull it together to buy a condom do you SERIOUSLY think he's gonna go get this drug and slip it to someone? Yeah, no.
A great article if you want to read more about how the entire debacle has played out over time. No prescription for Plan B: It's about time! How politics and ignorance got in the way of public health.
Man people piss me off sometimes!!!
Seriously, WHY WHY WHY has this been a contentious issue since 1992 or maybe even earlier? My only problem with the headline is that it is restricted to those over 18. Because we all knows girls under 18 should not be able to decide whether they have a child or not. I thought maybe my opinion would change once I actually had a daughter, but no not so much. I want my daughter to have all of the safe, healthy options available to her. I surely hope that she and I will continue the relationship we have now (where she tells all) but I am realistic. I know that may not happen at 15, 16, or 17. Right now my policy is she asks a question, I answer it honestly.
A recent conversation during a discussion about marriage, her: "mommmmmm a man can't marry a man" Me: "well honey sometimes is a man loves a man they can live together and be with each other like daddy and I are" Her: "noooooooo" (not because she's homophobic, just because she's 4). Me: "yep, its true. noone can predict who they will love the most of all." Her: "I love gramma most of all." end of convo. ;)
Anyway, back to my point. I love my daughter, I want nothing more than for her to make good, healthy decisions. But she (like me and you and even the religious right - though they'd deny it) is human. And to be human means to err. She is already a strong, independent person. She should have ALL the resources available to her ... no matter what. It is her body. It is her decision. PERIOD. I don't care if she's 5 or 55.
The funniest argument I did hear is that men will buy this OTC and force it on their girlfriends/wives to prevent unwanted children. Seriously, if he can't pull it together to buy a condom do you SERIOUSLY think he's gonna go get this drug and slip it to someone? Yeah, no.
A great article if you want to read more about how the entire debacle has played out over time. No prescription for Plan B: It's about time! How politics and ignorance got in the way of public health.
Man people piss me off sometimes!!!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
A Weekend Away!
Thanks to my good friend, KK, we will be enjoying a girl's ONLY weekend away at the Inn at Perry Cabin. Doesn't it look lovely. Daddy and the girl are on their own, while mom and KK spend our weekend relaxing, sunning, reading, eating, taking tea, swimming, sleeping, and generally doing whatever the heck we want to do!
I can't wait! We have dinner reservations Friday night at the Inn's restaurant & I have a massage scheduled for 10am Saturday, but otherwise the schedule is clear. I guess I should get packing ;)
Monday, August 21, 2006
40% there...
40% down, 60% to go...yes, this is in regards to the pregnancy. Not that I am trying to rush things at all... but really it is more like 43% down, 57% to go since I'll be delivering early due to my random health issues. No worries, I have a GREAT doc and one healthy kid to show for it so far.
My first bile test ... the one looking for the bad liver problem ... came back completely normal. YAY!!! So far, so good. Nevermind that Cholestasis doesn't usually pop up until late 2nd trimester. I am early 2nd trimester. 16 weeks today to be exact about it. I am being tested every 4 weeks until I pop, or more accurately am popped (scheduled c-section and all due to 1 previous surgery for routine stuff & 1 previous c-section). I have to say I am a big big fan of the nice clean incision. Before baby #1 I was all about the natural way, but after being in labor 14 hours ... 12.5 unmedicated ... and STILL not having any success, my opinion has changed. Back to the liver thing. Depending on what you read my chance of NOT having it again is anywhere from 10%-40%. Those aren't bad odd depending on which end of the spectrum you believe. Fingers crossed everyone!
The girl has decided that the baby is going to "fall out of my tummy" when it gets too big to fit in there anymore.
My first bile test ... the one looking for the bad liver problem ... came back completely normal. YAY!!! So far, so good. Nevermind that Cholestasis doesn't usually pop up until late 2nd trimester. I am early 2nd trimester. 16 weeks today to be exact about it. I am being tested every 4 weeks until I pop, or more accurately am popped (scheduled c-section and all due to 1 previous surgery for routine stuff & 1 previous c-section). I have to say I am a big big fan of the nice clean incision. Before baby #1 I was all about the natural way, but after being in labor 14 hours ... 12.5 unmedicated ... and STILL not having any success, my opinion has changed. Back to the liver thing. Depending on what you read my chance of NOT having it again is anywhere from 10%-40%. Those aren't bad odd depending on which end of the spectrum you believe. Fingers crossed everyone!
The girl has decided that the baby is going to "fall out of my tummy" when it gets too big to fit in there anymore.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
I'm back...
Just like Jack Nicholson in the Shining ... she's back ... Ok well not exactly like that but you get my drift.
So my week in Seattle was extremely busy and mostly a roaring success as far as the meeting goes. I became intimately familiar with the Washington State Convention Center and the 6 blocks between my hotel and my post there. Spent most days from 7ish am until 7ish pm in there. Luckily it was nice and had a Starbucks. The conference was our largest ever. Over 5700 attendees. Almost 700 individuals in and out of the Placement Service so that too was a success.
As for the rest, I saw very little of Seattle. I could SEE the Space Needle and the water from my room. At night we did hit a few nice restaurants. Elliott's, a landmark, which we had already hit during the site visit got another stop. It was good but not as good as I remembered. Maybe it was the baby but the seafood was just not appealing to me at all this trip and I LOVE seafood. We also ate at Fisherman's something, which was good. Service in general in Seattle restaurants left a lot to be desired. Maybe they just move more slowly on the left coast. I am a leftie and I surely don't move that slowly.
Being 4 months preggo didn't slow me down too much. I think the pregnancy provided the equivalent tired-ness factor that would have normally been caused by my usual (but this time absent) excessive after hours drinking. It was mostly a wash. Tired without the hangover, so maybe I even came out ahead.
The trip back was NOT fun. Yes, we were all mostly traveling home the day the new TSA restrictions went into effect. No liquids, gels, lotions in carryon. They were taking people's chapstick. My a pure stroke of luck - it was raining so my plans to just walk around Seattle the last morning were literally washed out - I was at the airport 4 hours early. I was hopeful when the SkyCap looked at me like I was totally insane for being there that early. Took me less than 2 minutes to check my luggage and having checked in online I headed to security. 3 HOURS LATER ... I made it to the front of the line. It was completely surreal. I kept seeing co-workers and conference attendees I knew well as the line snaked and re-snaked around. At one point my assistant called me (she was on a different airline and thus a different terminal and security line) and says "Are you in the parking garage?" thinking I may be in the same line as her. I reply "Um, no". Yes people they had routed her line THROUGH THE PARKING DECK the line was so long.
So let's move on. Three hours later I arrive to the front of the security line. We are instructed to place our belongings on the belt and to NOT touch them until we are told we could do so. A bit intimidating but ok. MInutes later I am through. Everyone was remarkably pleasant and calm.
I make it to my plane with about 40 minutes to spare. There were about 80 people from earlier missed flights trying to go standby. I get my seat and we wait while they load the standbys & take a couple off as folks with legit boarding passes manage to clear security and book it to the gate. We end up departing about an hour late, though they still are saying our flight was "on time."
So we land at Dallas and I have 5 minutes from the time I deplane to make it 10 gates down. I run. Determined at this point to not miss my flight. I had already decided I was sleeping in the terminal if I did miss the flight for no other reason than I did NOT want to go through security again.
I make the flight. Upon arrival at 1:30 am at National Airport I discover my baggage did not. At this point I thought well that's 2 less things to lug home :) So I fill out my claim and head to the curb to hail a cab. Only to find a line at least 30 people deep. Now its 1:45 am at National Airport. Cabs are not a plenty. I see a executive town car in the next lane and bolt. Fully aware the driver could be a predator but not caring. At this point I'd rather have to fend off a crazy lunatic than stand in one more line. And I know in my heart that the pent up frustration would turn to rage and I could take him! He agrees to take me home and $77 and 14 hours and 15 minutes after leaving my hotel that morning in Seattle I step out into my driveway. Home Sweet Home!
So my week in Seattle was extremely busy and mostly a roaring success as far as the meeting goes. I became intimately familiar with the Washington State Convention Center and the 6 blocks between my hotel and my post there. Spent most days from 7ish am until 7ish pm in there. Luckily it was nice and had a Starbucks. The conference was our largest ever. Over 5700 attendees. Almost 700 individuals in and out of the Placement Service so that too was a success.
As for the rest, I saw very little of Seattle. I could SEE the Space Needle and the water from my room. At night we did hit a few nice restaurants. Elliott's, a landmark, which we had already hit during the site visit got another stop. It was good but not as good as I remembered. Maybe it was the baby but the seafood was just not appealing to me at all this trip and I LOVE seafood. We also ate at Fisherman's something, which was good. Service in general in Seattle restaurants left a lot to be desired. Maybe they just move more slowly on the left coast. I am a leftie and I surely don't move that slowly.
Being 4 months preggo didn't slow me down too much. I think the pregnancy provided the equivalent tired-ness factor that would have normally been caused by my usual (but this time absent) excessive after hours drinking. It was mostly a wash. Tired without the hangover, so maybe I even came out ahead.
The trip back was NOT fun. Yes, we were all mostly traveling home the day the new TSA restrictions went into effect. No liquids, gels, lotions in carryon. They were taking people's chapstick. My a pure stroke of luck - it was raining so my plans to just walk around Seattle the last morning were literally washed out - I was at the airport 4 hours early. I was hopeful when the SkyCap looked at me like I was totally insane for being there that early. Took me less than 2 minutes to check my luggage and having checked in online I headed to security. 3 HOURS LATER ... I made it to the front of the line. It was completely surreal. I kept seeing co-workers and conference attendees I knew well as the line snaked and re-snaked around. At one point my assistant called me (she was on a different airline and thus a different terminal and security line) and says "Are you in the parking garage?" thinking I may be in the same line as her. I reply "Um, no". Yes people they had routed her line THROUGH THE PARKING DECK the line was so long.
So let's move on. Three hours later I arrive to the front of the security line. We are instructed to place our belongings on the belt and to NOT touch them until we are told we could do so. A bit intimidating but ok. MInutes later I am through. Everyone was remarkably pleasant and calm.
I make it to my plane with about 40 minutes to spare. There were about 80 people from earlier missed flights trying to go standby. I get my seat and we wait while they load the standbys & take a couple off as folks with legit boarding passes manage to clear security and book it to the gate. We end up departing about an hour late, though they still are saying our flight was "on time."
So we land at Dallas and I have 5 minutes from the time I deplane to make it 10 gates down. I run. Determined at this point to not miss my flight. I had already decided I was sleeping in the terminal if I did miss the flight for no other reason than I did NOT want to go through security again.
I make the flight. Upon arrival at 1:30 am at National Airport I discover my baggage did not. At this point I thought well that's 2 less things to lug home :) So I fill out my claim and head to the curb to hail a cab. Only to find a line at least 30 people deep. Now its 1:45 am at National Airport. Cabs are not a plenty. I see a executive town car in the next lane and bolt. Fully aware the driver could be a predator but not caring. At this point I'd rather have to fend off a crazy lunatic than stand in one more line. And I know in my heart that the pent up frustration would turn to rage and I could take him! He agrees to take me home and $77 and 14 hours and 15 minutes after leaving my hotel that morning in Seattle I step out into my driveway. Home Sweet Home!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I'm going now...
I am outta here at 5am tomorrow. Flight is at 7 something. By 1 Pacific time I'll be stepping out in Seattle with pleasant 70s during the day and downright chilly 50s at night....I will never be so happy to be chilly in my life as it has been SOOOOOOO hot here in DC. 103 today.
I'll update you all in a week!
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