Hey all...
I realize it's been a long time since I blogged, but I really do plan to do better for the next while.
We're about ready to move. For those of you who don't already know, S.A. and I have both accepted jobs in Raeford, NC. Our stuff is actually on it's way there as we speak. We take off Tuesday morning and will be in our new house on Wednesday night.
Though we're bummed that we're moving so far from our families (900 miles, give or take.) we both really believe that this is the best thing for us. It enables S.A. to start teaching and, since we're both working for schools, we'll (hopefully) be able to come back to Michigan for summers.
I'm really thinking of the move as a reset button for our lives. And after years of drama, money troubles, job issues, school, etc... I'm ready for it.
We'll be starting a flickr group so no-one will miss out on any pictures of the Samster growing up. And I promise I'll do better with this blog. (I did find it amazing that people checked in over 200 times since my last post. To those of you who kept checking in, hoping against hope that there'd be a new posting, I have but one thing to say - Google Reader.)
Anyway, I just wanted to take a second to say thanks to everyone who's been supportive of us through this whole process.
Special Thanks to-
Both our families for being a huge help through the moving process.
Matt, Kev, and Casey for helping move that damn piano again.
All my peeps at Stepping Stones for pretending to miss me when I left and for taking such great care of my boyo.
And to everybody else that I'm forgetting to mention because I'm too worked up now.
We love you all.
Laterz
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Sick Day
As a parent, you find that rules become the most important part of your life. Whether it's things you MUST do, like read his 10 favorite books before bed every night, or thinks you MUST NOT do, like give him nuts or Diet Coke, it often feels like you don't really have to think very often when you're dealing with your child because there's probably a very definite rule established for whatever situation you face - so just do it.
A brief side note- The other day, a parent of a three-year-old told me that when their child misbehaves, Their punishment of choice is that their child doesn't get to have a book read to them before bed. My question to them was, "What does your child do that makes you want to turn them into an illiterate for the rest of his/her life?" Honestly, parents can be pretty stupid.
Anyway, as i said, my life is now based on rules. Except today. Today, my son is sick. Mr. Sam has been running a 102-degree temp for most of the last 24 hours. He's just kind of miserable. He has been unwilling to do much of anything but sit an whimper. To that end, my genius wife (and I say that with absolutely no sarcasm)decided that we were going to have dinner while sitting in the tub because he's been unwilling to eat all day and he was finally in a decent mood. Then, when he got out of the tub, even though we're WELL past his bed-time (between 6:30 and 7 pm) he was allowed to watch his new favorite Baby Einstein video. Understand that Sam's less that 15 months old. He is not, as a general rule, allowed to watch any TV at all. We're really trying to keep him away from the TV until he's at least 2, but there are times when he's really grumpy and I guess watch household animals interspersed with weird pet puppets once a month probably won't scar him to badly. Anyway, it certainly has been the ticket tonight.
Pictures of our evening follow-
Laterz.
A brief side note- The other day, a parent of a three-year-old told me that when their child misbehaves, Their punishment of choice is that their child doesn't get to have a book read to them before bed. My question to them was, "What does your child do that makes you want to turn them into an illiterate for the rest of his/her life?" Honestly, parents can be pretty stupid.
Anyway, as i said, my life is now based on rules. Except today. Today, my son is sick. Mr. Sam has been running a 102-degree temp for most of the last 24 hours. He's just kind of miserable. He has been unwilling to do much of anything but sit an whimper. To that end, my genius wife (and I say that with absolutely no sarcasm)decided that we were going to have dinner while sitting in the tub because he's been unwilling to eat all day and he was finally in a decent mood. Then, when he got out of the tub, even though we're WELL past his bed-time (between 6:30 and 7 pm) he was allowed to watch his new favorite Baby Einstein video. Understand that Sam's less that 15 months old. He is not, as a general rule, allowed to watch any TV at all. We're really trying to keep him away from the TV until he's at least 2, but there are times when he's really grumpy and I guess watch household animals interspersed with weird pet puppets once a month probably won't scar him to badly. Anyway, it certainly has been the ticket tonight.
Pictures of our evening follow-
Laterz.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Cop OD's on Pot Brownies
This cop should have just called Sam's Godfather. He could have eased his mind...
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Chapter 115- Owen returns (with Poop Calls)
It turns out I'm somewhat self-obsessed. I've spent the last yeay-and-a-half blogging about my job. To the best of my knowledge, not a single person has ever cared less about anything than they would about my job, yet I kept on writing about it because I really wnated to bitch.
I quit that job a month ago. I haven't blogged since.
Obviously, I don't have enough to bitch about now.
So today I've decided to blog again. I've been working in my son's day care for almost a month, now. It rocks. I look forward to going to work every day. I realize that none of you care, but it's important fr me to say it anyway, just so you understand that I'm not kidding when I say I don't have enought to bitch about.
I do, however, have good stories to tell from time to time.
The kids in my room range in age from 4 to 14 months. They have all sorts of hilarious little habits. For example, many of them have very obviously "tells" that let you know when they're pooping. Here are the best four.
4. Sam, age 11 months, (Yeah, my Sam...) will drop anything he's doing amd lie face down on the floor, spread-eagled. He then starts taking very deep breaths. Let him do that for about 1 minute and you know it's time to change his diaper.
3. Charlie, 10 months, can only poop while sitting up. If we notice that he hasn't had a BM yet on a given day, alkl we have to do it sit him up. He'll immediately turn very red in the face and start grunting. Then the room starts to smell.
2. Emily, 13 months, will go to the back corner of the room and hunker down. She doesn't like people to look at her, but it's hard to miss the grunting.
1. The funniest thing I hear every day is what Savanah's (7 months) mom refers to as her "poop call". You can tell she's trying to go because she starts this high-pitched keening whine. It even more obvious when she's finally successful because as she's finally squeezing it out she lets go like a very high-pitched air raid siren. "Woop woop woop!" Honest to God... It's so funny you could die.
I love my job.
Laterz.
I quit that job a month ago. I haven't blogged since.
Obviously, I don't have enough to bitch about now.
So today I've decided to blog again. I've been working in my son's day care for almost a month, now. It rocks. I look forward to going to work every day. I realize that none of you care, but it's important fr me to say it anyway, just so you understand that I'm not kidding when I say I don't have enought to bitch about.
I do, however, have good stories to tell from time to time.
The kids in my room range in age from 4 to 14 months. They have all sorts of hilarious little habits. For example, many of them have very obviously "tells" that let you know when they're pooping. Here are the best four.
4. Sam, age 11 months, (Yeah, my Sam...) will drop anything he's doing amd lie face down on the floor, spread-eagled. He then starts taking very deep breaths. Let him do that for about 1 minute and you know it's time to change his diaper.
3. Charlie, 10 months, can only poop while sitting up. If we notice that he hasn't had a BM yet on a given day, alkl we have to do it sit him up. He'll immediately turn very red in the face and start grunting. Then the room starts to smell.
2. Emily, 13 months, will go to the back corner of the room and hunker down. She doesn't like people to look at her, but it's hard to miss the grunting.
1. The funniest thing I hear every day is what Savanah's (7 months) mom refers to as her "poop call". You can tell she's trying to go because she starts this high-pitched keening whine. It even more obvious when she's finally successful because as she's finally squeezing it out she lets go like a very high-pitched air raid siren. "Woop woop woop!" Honest to God... It's so funny you could die.
I love my job.
Laterz.
Friday, February 23, 2007
People with conscience.
It's been an interesting day. I hate the fact that our society is so celebrity-obsessed. It feels to me like the fact that we hang on every celebrity's word, breathlessly waiting to pounce on them at their first sign of weakness, says really negative things about us. (And don't tell me that I'm a hypocrite because I'm so quick to comment on politicians and, after all, aren't politicians celebrities, too? Politicians work for us. Watching and commenting on them isn't sad. It's called performance evaluation.)
This morning I read Dooce, and she wrote, without question, the best entry she's written in the time I've read her blog. It's about her reasons for not judging Britney Spears. I can't identify with her reasoning, having never suffered from post-partum depression, but I can certainly respect it.
Then, while home at lunch, I watch the episode of the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson I'd tivo'd on Monday Night/Tuesday Morning. His entire monologue was devoted to his reasoning for not making fun of her. It was tremendously heartfelt, sometimes funny, sometimes a bit scolding, tremendously eloquent, and, from start to finish, both touching and thought-provoking. Thank God to YouTube. It's 12-and-a-half minutes long, but it's worth it.
I've often said that I try (and regularly fail) to live my life in a way that would make my grandfather proud. Obviously Heather at Dooce and Craig both have/had great grandparents too.
This morning I read Dooce, and she wrote, without question, the best entry she's written in the time I've read her blog. It's about her reasons for not judging Britney Spears. I can't identify with her reasoning, having never suffered from post-partum depression, but I can certainly respect it.
Then, while home at lunch, I watch the episode of the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson I'd tivo'd on Monday Night/Tuesday Morning. His entire monologue was devoted to his reasoning for not making fun of her. It was tremendously heartfelt, sometimes funny, sometimes a bit scolding, tremendously eloquent, and, from start to finish, both touching and thought-provoking. Thank God to YouTube. It's 12-and-a-half minutes long, but it's worth it.
I've often said that I try (and regularly fail) to live my life in a way that would make my grandfather proud. Obviously Heather at Dooce and Craig both have/had great grandparents too.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
ABCs of Music
It's kind of strange. For months, I was up to my eyeballs every day at work. But since I expected for last Friday to be my last day of work here, I spent the week trying to get all my ducks in a row. As a result, since they asked me to stay on one more week, I don't really have a whole hell of a lot to do. Therefore, it's Meme time. I don't know where this is originally from. It's just one of the random things you sometimes find floating around the web.
List your favorite bands (or artists) from A to Z.
A. Alice Cooper
B. The Band
C. Colin Hay
D. David Lee Roth
E. Elton John
F. Fats Domino
G. George Harrison
H. Huey Lewis & the
J. Jeff Lynne
K. Kiss
L. Little Richard
M. Moody Blues
N. New York Dolls
O. Ozzy Osbourne
P. Pete Townshend
Q. Queen
R. Randy Newman
S. Sex Pistols
T. Tom Petty
U. U2
V. Van Morrison
W. Warren Zevon
X. I thought of a couple bands, but nobody I'd willingly listen to.
Y. Yes
Z. ZZ Top
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