September, 2008

Daycare Dilemma

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

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This entry is about poop.  If you have a weak stomach, maybe you shouldn’t read this one.

 

 

I am not pleased with Baby’s daycare at present; they are really starting to tick me off.  For those of you that don’t know, on Thursday they sent my son home because they said that he had diarrhea and their policy did not allow them to keep babies with diarrhea on the premises.  I understand that, I read the handbook, and because of that I left work early and picked him up.  My mom was at home and she was able to watch Destructo until Milhouse got home from work.  We kept Senor Stinkypants home on Friday and monitored everything that he ate over the weekend and what it looked like coming out and he was fine.  No weird anything, so we resumed our routine.

 

But they are still telling me that he is having diarrhea poops and they are threatening to send him home again!  I think that they have convinced themselves that every poop he has is diarrhea when its not.  I have seen his poops and they are not diarrhea poops, they are mushy but they’re not something to worry about.

 

He was at home with Milhouse and I all weekend and he was fine.  There were no signs of diarrhea and there were no signs of him being ill, so I don’t know what is going on.  I am starting to wonder if there is something at the daycare that is making you sick and if that is the case, I wonder what it is.  His menu changes daily and I have told them NOT to give him any milk products at all.  But they are still telling me that he is having weird poop. 

 

Maybe I am fretting over nothing and the people there are just crazy but the daycare is driving me crazy.

 

Moms out there, have your babies ever gone through this??

 

My birthday is coming up

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
There are about 54 days before I turn the big 2 – 9!! It’s not that number that scares me; it is the one that comes after it, that freaks the hell out of me.

On November 23, 2009 I will turn 30!!

That just a scary thought to me, I will be half way to sixty and one third of the way to 90!! Frickin freaky, I tell you! I will have no choice to become an adult at that point. Which means that I have to do grown up things and act more mature…..WHATEVER!!! We’ll see if that is even humanly possible when that time comes.

But in the meantime I have been updating my wish list on Amazon. I am easy to shop for, just go on my wish list and click away. I picked all the books on there, so it’s guaranteed that I am going to like my present.

My latest ‘wishes’ are for all the Georgia Nicholson books. I love this chickie! She is laugh out loud hilarity. The trials and tribulations of her nunga nungas, her boy entrancers and her ability to make all things into an osity is genius! I would love to go to Swiss Cheese land or Kiwi A go go with this chick.

So people that is my birthday wish, send me on a trip with Georgia Nicholson!!

Are they on drugs?

Monday, September 29th, 2008

Have you ever seen Yo Gabba Gabba or In The Night Garden? 

 

I watched a couple episodes with Stinky and I have come to this conclusion – they are on drugs!!!

 

That’s the only explanation I can come up with.  The characters are crazy and they are the brainchild of drugged up writers.

 

Or maybe (this is a good conspiracy one) the writers are geniuses that are transmitting consumer based subliminal messages to children in a show that impossible for adults to watch.

 

What do you think?

Sibling Rivalry

Monday, September 29th, 2008

Kingston & Destructo are going through this weird ‘sibling’ rivalry issue right now.  They both thing I am da bomb (and who could blame them :) ) but they are having issues sharing me. 

 

If I sit down to read to Mr.  Man, Kingston runs over and tries to push Baby off my lap.  And if I am playing with Kingston, Destructo comes over and tries to pull me away.  It’s starting to get silly now.  I can’t wash the dishes without Kingston laying across my feet and Destructo standing beside me on the step stool.  Neither wants to leave me alone because (it seems) that they are afraid that the other one will steal me away.

 

They don’t to this with Milhouse, but I wish they would.  Then I would be able to get some stuff done…

Hip Hop is dead

Monday, September 29th, 2008

***Disclaimer***
I do not encourage violence nor I am advocating crime, this is just my point of view. It may be offensive to some, but I am entitled to it. If you don’t agree with what I have to fine, you are entitled to that. But this is my piece and this is how I see it.

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I have been a hip hop head since the age of 10. The first rap song I ever heard was ‘She Swallowed It’ by Slick Rick. Not appropriate for a 10 year old, true but I was hooked nevertheless. Big Daddy Kane, Run DMC, Wu Tang Clang, Biggie Smalls – I love them all. But I am not pleased with the way that hip hop is going and I have to get this off my chest.

Bling bling

Hip Hop was never about the bling. It was a reflection of life in the ghetto, it was about being poor. The baggy jeans, oversized shirts, were a sign of economic hardships not a fashion statement. What in the hell does a diamond encrusted chain represent? You made it, yeah you did but at what cost? Selling out to get one song on commercial radio and then fading into obscurity. Please, that’s not hip hop, that’s conforming. Might as well call yourself a pop artist.

Hip hop artists cannot sing

If you want to be a crooner get into R & B, stop trying to think that you can sing hooks.

Lingo

The constant need to create need words and calling it southern lingo doesn’t work. It just seems to perpetuate negative stereotypes. Spelling and grammar have been around before you; words are spelled and pronounced a certain way for a reason. Encourage youth to speak properly and maybe the cycle of oppression can end. Don’t complain about being held down when you don’t know how to spell dilemma correctly!!

Moves

Stop inventing dances that look like more like an epileptic seizure than a rhythmic movement to music. Arms flaying around and legs jiggling like jell-o is not a skill. Also, gyrating and bouncing your ass in front of a camera isn’t dancing either, its gyrating and bouncing your ass. Neither is a skill, and if you think it is, please read a book.

50 cent

First off I would not brag that you were shot however many times it was that you were shot. Back in the day, people shot the snitches and the dudes that thought that they were roughnecks but they weren’t. Which were you? It used to be that the glory was on the shooter not the poor jackass being shot at.
Also, you call your little group of hangers on – G Unit a.k.a. Gorilla Unit. How stupid are your friends? They are letting you call them sub intelligent primates and they are cool with it? If your personality is a reflection of the company you keep – you are a wanna be with no real talent.
Lastly, what message are the ‘artists’ trying to put out there? The songs revolve around what you have and how you’re better than everybody else. Nice message, but how true is it? Your record label owns your name, and the radio station owns your soul. If they gave up on you would you still be rapping? I highly doubt it, and that tells me hip hop was never in your heart. Today’s artist don’t feel the music they feel the money and because of that an era has come to an end.

But that’s just my opinion.

Am I a bad mommy?

Monday, September 29th, 2008

According to my ‘Mother of all toddler’ books, baby is supposed to be getting at least 11 hours of sleep a night with a two hour nap during the day.  He doesn’t do that.  He gets a maximum of 8.5 a night and maybe 1.5 in the day.

 

He could get about 9.5 – 10 hours sleep if I put him to bed right after dinner and his bath.  But I don’t.  He stays him and he plays with us for a bit.  We sing songs, and read books. 

 

Am I bad mommy because of this?

 

If he went to bed right after his bath I would only get to spend about 4 hours with him.  And 2 of those hours are spent in the car during our commute.  He’s not sleep deprived or anything, or at least I don’t think he is.  He isn’t falling asleep on himself but I do feel really guilty.

The terrible 2’s already!?!?

Monday, September 29th, 2008

I do believe that Destructo has entered the terrible 2’s, the only thing is, he is only 16 months!!  He’s been driving me bonkers lately; its like is on hyper warp drive moving through the house at the speed of light. 

 

He’s been getting into things, taking things apart and generally doing things that I specifically tell him not to do.  I know that he is just testing his limits and exploring but if he was older he would most certainly have gotten a time out by now.

 

According to my ‘Mother of all Toddler’ books, this is normal.  Apparently the only kind of discipline that would work right now is sternly tell him ‘no’ and move him away from the object that is tempting him.  That doesn’t work.  This kid is persistent and sneaky.

 

Yesterday he went into his changing supplies, grabbed his Vaseline ran behind the rocker, crouched down & hid so he could try and get the Vaseline open.  The whole reason that he did that was because I took the Vaseline away and moved him to the toy area.   

 

*ho hum* I don’t know what to do with him, but if this is a sign of things to come, I am screwed.

Fleece Sheets

Monday, September 29th, 2008

I am always cold, no joke, I am freezing right now. I think it is my island blood. If the temperature drops below 25 Celsius I am shivering. So given that this is the great white north and it’s winter here for almost 8 months, I am not a happy camper the majority of the time. I have a space heater and blanket in the office. My car has the heat turned on almost all the time, and at home I walk around in sweat pants, sweat shirts and the woolliest socks I can find.

But I can’t sleep in sweats, the pants bunch up around my knees and because the sweat shirts I wear are XXL, the arms then to choke me at night. So come time to crawl into bed, I am crawling into the coldest bed on the planet (or at least that’s what it feels like to me). So I found these fleece sheets that I want to buy and they are on SALE!!

I love sales!

Milhouse won’t let me get them though. It has nothing to do with the price, it’s because as cold as I am he’s always hot. He’d shovel snow in shorts if he could. So because he may sweat to death, he has vetoed my request for fleece sheets. Now he just has to deal with my constant complaining about how cold I am.

The Anthropologist in me

Monday, September 29th, 2008

Thinks that this is really cool.

Thieving Co – Worker

Friday, September 26th, 2008

Dear Person Stealing my Yogurt

When I put my food in the communal refrigerator it is not for you to take. It is still my food even though it is in the fridge that everyone uses. I am not nominating my yogurt to be your mid afternoon snack.

Stop taking it!! It is mine. My name is on it for a reason. I bring it in so that I can eat it in lieu of a chocolate bar. Because of you I am either starving by the time I go home or feeling incredibly guilty for eating a Snickers. Stop messing with my food or else.

If I catch you stealing my yogurt again I will resort to the punishments from way back when and cut of your hand.

If you think I am kidding, just try me.

Regards,
Me

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