Saturday, June 23, 2007

Paper, plastic, or bad advice?

Today at the grocery store, the checkout guy was full of it. He asked how old Lucy was (2) and then pointed out that his 10 month old was larger than her. He then proceeded to recommend going to Chinatown to get a special laxative for babies that makes their poop black (I refrained from pointing out that this may be counterproductive for my puny 2 year old). And then he gave me some toilet-training advice--he let his 3 year old son stew in his diaper for an entire day. Of course, he allowed, his wife and mother didn't agree with his method and are currently using diapers on the child, which means he's just going to have to wait until he's taking care of the boy to do it again.

Good luck with that, I said. Even Conor thought he was nuts. But what could be nuttier than this?

We found this great new food product: Kellogg's™ Froot Loops™ Cereal Straws. How could we resist "milk-sippin' fun"? They have cereal on the outside, and some kind of waxy white center made from 'sheanut butter'. In Greece. Because apparently American technology falls far behind the cradle of democracy when it comes to alternative cereal products.


Saturday, June 16, 2007

Who's Adopting Who?

This billboard is on the corner of 15th Street and Market, and I cannot figure out who is adopting who. Is it a general advice to all who are looking to start a family? The single black man and the white guy with the trophy wife? I may be bad with ages, but seriously, is she a kid?


Sunday, June 10, 2007

F*@& Me, I Passed

I went to the oncologist last week, prepared for this visit where I'd hear how my thyroid is failing and I'll need to start taking synthetic stuff. I had my tale of woe about how I'm tired and can't lose weight but otherwise doing okay all ready. But things didn't turn out the way I'd planned. It turns out I passed my thyroid tests--I am back in normal range.


I guess now if I want little pills that will give me energy and help me lose weight, I'm going to have to turn to amphetamines. But first, I'll go see my internist to get another opinion. She looks at all of my test results and says that everyone's thyroid levels fluctuate, and that if mine were failing my test results wouldn't be 4.something, they'd be 40 or 50. Come back when they're that high, she says, and we'll talk. You're thyroid isn't failing.


Saturday, June 09, 2007

I love this kind of stuff--this was posted to my mom's group (with over 2000 members online). It says volumes about her, her relationship with her sister-in-law, and her plans for her child's future behavior--all in two paragraphs! Thanksgiving must be a real treat at their house.

SUBJECT: Is this deviant behavior for a just-turned-6 year old?

Recently my sister in law (an attorney) recounted to a group of family members that one afternoon, she left her kids alone for a few minutes to check her email. When she came back, her son (just turned 6) tried to convince her to drink something he had prepared for her. Her daughter (just turned 4) was also present during this. My sister in law said that something about her son's demeanor made her think something fishy was going on, so she asked the kids to drink it first. They said no. She said she almost drank it ("I thought maybe they had mixed some lemonade or something!") but then decided not to because the kids were acting odd. About 10 minutes later, the 4 year old came to her and confided that the 6 year old had in fact urinated in a cup and it was urine that he was presenting to his mother and trying to get her to drink.

My own mother (the child's grandmother) and I were horrified by this story. This little boy JUST turned 6. Grandma was an elementary school teacher for almost 30 years and she called this behavior "deviant." Should we be concerned or are we overreacting?


Thursday, June 07, 2007

Sleep Option

Lucy is a good sleeper, even a good go-to-sleep-er. But last night she decided that bedtime was optional. She'd had a fever a couple of days ago, so maybe she'd had enough sack time to last her a while. I tried the usual: books, cuddling, pinning her down and going to sleep myself, but nothing was working. Conor fell asleep right away, and I decided I didn't want to go to bed at 8pm (again).

So I got up, and put her back in her bed with a stern warning. And since we all know how well those work, the next question was, yeah, well, I don't know what you want to do, but I haven't seen the season finale of Grey's Anatomy yet--have you? She hadn't, but wasn't impressed by it. By the time the interns' grades were posted, she had moved on to other endeavors.


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