Have you noticed an absolute backlash against Valentine's Day over the past few years? People all of a sudden hate this day. Single people hate it because they don't have a Valentine and are constantly reminded of this during the weeks leading up to the biggest date night of the year. Every commercial on the tv or radio is about girls getting cars and pajamas and rings and chocolates from her man. Single women are pissed because they know they're not getting a car or a ring. Single men are pissed because they don't get to buy a car or a ring or even chocolate for a girl, which of course means they won't be having sex tonight.
People lucky (or unlucky depending on your point of view) enough to have a significant other hate the holiday because there's pressure on them too. Pressure to find the right car or ring. Pressure to perform in the bedroom. Pressure to look pretty and smile and say a bunch of mushy ooey gooey things you said when you first met only because you REALLY wanted to see the other person naked.
So everyone bitches and grouses about how this was a holiday co-invented by Hallmark and Zales while forgetting what the holiday is really about. It's about spending time in the company of someone you love and remembering why you love them in the first place. If you're currently without a "lover," today's a great day to either tell someone you'd like to get the chance to love them, or go get sloppy drunk with some single friends and have a good time.
I'm sure St. Valentine would be happy to know that people are cursing his name and saying his holiday is a sham. Have some respect for the dead people!
I thought I'd include a few personal Valentine's Day stories to end this blog.
Rachel and I are spending Valentine's Day this year by going to an OSU basketball game with Jonah after work. My grandparents will be there and they would like to see Jonah one more time before we fly to Wisconsin to get him baptized on Sunday. Then we'll probably come home, make some dinner and watch a few episodes of Friends in bed. The end. Nothing fancy, no overblown gifts to try and "out-love" one another. We'll probably go out to dinner tomorrow night in Portland since we're going that way to get on a plane Saturday anyways. And of course, I'll tell her I love her just as I do every other day.
My worst Valentine's Day ever was the year in college when I got a call from the house mom of the Chi Omega sorority. She told me she was trying to organize an event for the single girls of the house, knew I was friends with some of them, and wondered if I'd be interested in going out to dinner with some of them. I thought it sounded like a better idea than sitting online and chatting with some bitter girl in Florida who was home alone so I said I was in. So I show up at the restaurant to find 16 single sorority girls and zero guys. So we sit down to eat and I see all these couples giving me sideways glances. All of a sudden, my friend Sue just starts cracking up. She leans across the table and says "that couple behind you has been staring at you the whole time we've been here. The guy just told his girlfriend that "you have to be gay."
Ok, maybe I can see why some people wouldn't like Valentine's Day so much.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
What college students are up to these days
Apparently there's something on campus called "V-Week" right now. I'm not sure what it's all about, but it has something to do with Valentine's Day, violence against women, and vaginas. This article appeared in The Daily Barometer, OSU's newspaper (I've put my own comments in bold):
As part of the 2008 V-Week festivities the Women's Center held a unique informational event called "Vagigami."
Males and females alike giggled as the folded papers assumed familiar anatomical shapes, and participants were encouraged to see the beauty in their craftsmanship and in vaginas altogether.
I'm terrible at art, and I can't imagine I'd be particularly good a crafting a vagina out of paper. Furthermore, even if I could create a very realistic paper ladytown, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't suddenly think "ah yes, the vagina is beautiful and should be recognized as such.
"This activity was designed to bring light to the subject of domestic violence and to help people realize that every vagina is unique," said Emily Steadman, a senior majoring in public health and a member of Peer Health Advocates.
Well now we have proof: Vaginas are just like snowflakes!
V-Week 2008 is underway through Feb. 15. It originates from The Vagina Monologues and strives to reduce the incidence of violence against women and to raise awareness about related causes.
This year's V-Week, which features a variety of activities and speakers, culminates with the OSU's ninth annual production of The Vagina Monologues on Valentine's Day and again on Friday.
Stacey Edwards, Health Educator and Peer Health Advocate Coordinator, hopes that people will realize the true purpose of V-Week and understand that the event is not just for women.
"We want to spark discussion and we want to attract men as allies in our cause," Edwards said. "It's called V-Week, but that doesn't necessarily mean vagina - it could mean a variety of different things: Valentine's Day, vagina, victorious, [ending the] violence."
Because apparently men are inherently for domestic violence and cruetly towards vaginas. We must be recruited to believe women have rights!
Organizers of the Vagigami event hope that by approaching the topic in a humorous fashion it might allow more dialogue and ultimately encourage women to be more comfortable with talking about their vaginas.
The only person a woman should be comfortable talking about her vagina with is her significant other and her doctor. Nobody else wants to hear about it. Except for that creepy guy who pokes you on Facebook. You know who I'm talking about.
"Women's sexuality shouldn't be such a hidden thing; it should addressed out in the open," Edwards said.
"We hope to facilitate that with events like Vagigami and tomorrow's Vag Bag event."
Ummm Vag Bag? What the hell is that? How do you not explain this? What is the male equivalent of a Vag Bag, a Cock Pocket?
Wednesday's events include two documentary film screenings at the MU, followed by an answer session with an expert panel after the viewing.
Not one, but two documentaries on vaginas? Wow. I want to know what qualifies someone as an "expert" in this field too.
Edwards encourages students to check out some of this week's events and unite in the cause to end violence against women.
How sad is it that we have to unite against the beating of women? It's really a bummer. However, making paper vaginas and talking about the uniqueness of one's vagina isn't really going to get the point across I don't think. I mean, think about the type of people who beat women......are any of them going to stop and think "you know, I shouldn't beat her...she's unique! She has her own sexuality and that needs to be expressed! What a fool I've been!"
As part of the 2008 V-Week festivities the Women's Center held a unique informational event called "Vagigami."
Males and females alike giggled as the folded papers assumed familiar anatomical shapes, and participants were encouraged to see the beauty in their craftsmanship and in vaginas altogether.
I'm terrible at art, and I can't imagine I'd be particularly good a crafting a vagina out of paper. Furthermore, even if I could create a very realistic paper ladytown, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't suddenly think "ah yes, the vagina is beautiful and should be recognized as such.
"This activity was designed to bring light to the subject of domestic violence and to help people realize that every vagina is unique," said Emily Steadman, a senior majoring in public health and a member of Peer Health Advocates.
Well now we have proof: Vaginas are just like snowflakes!
V-Week 2008 is underway through Feb. 15. It originates from The Vagina Monologues and strives to reduce the incidence of violence against women and to raise awareness about related causes.
This year's V-Week, which features a variety of activities and speakers, culminates with the OSU's ninth annual production of The Vagina Monologues on Valentine's Day and again on Friday.
Stacey Edwards, Health Educator and Peer Health Advocate Coordinator, hopes that people will realize the true purpose of V-Week and understand that the event is not just for women.
"We want to spark discussion and we want to attract men as allies in our cause," Edwards said. "It's called V-Week, but that doesn't necessarily mean vagina - it could mean a variety of different things: Valentine's Day, vagina, victorious, [ending the] violence."
Because apparently men are inherently for domestic violence and cruetly towards vaginas. We must be recruited to believe women have rights!
Organizers of the Vagigami event hope that by approaching the topic in a humorous fashion it might allow more dialogue and ultimately encourage women to be more comfortable with talking about their vaginas.
The only person a woman should be comfortable talking about her vagina with is her significant other and her doctor. Nobody else wants to hear about it. Except for that creepy guy who pokes you on Facebook. You know who I'm talking about.
"Women's sexuality shouldn't be such a hidden thing; it should addressed out in the open," Edwards said.
"We hope to facilitate that with events like Vagigami and tomorrow's Vag Bag event."
Ummm Vag Bag? What the hell is that? How do you not explain this? What is the male equivalent of a Vag Bag, a Cock Pocket?
Wednesday's events include two documentary film screenings at the MU, followed by an answer session with an expert panel after the viewing.
Not one, but two documentaries on vaginas? Wow. I want to know what qualifies someone as an "expert" in this field too.
Edwards encourages students to check out some of this week's events and unite in the cause to end violence against women.
How sad is it that we have to unite against the beating of women? It's really a bummer. However, making paper vaginas and talking about the uniqueness of one's vagina isn't really going to get the point across I don't think. I mean, think about the type of people who beat women......are any of them going to stop and think "you know, I shouldn't beat her...she's unique! She has her own sexuality and that needs to be expressed! What a fool I've been!"
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Comcast or DirecTV?
So I'm pretty sure I'm making the switch from Comcast to Directv. Through Qwest, I can get phone, internet and Directv service for the same price I'm paying for internet and cable with Comcast. I'm a little leery about making the switch because I have to buy some equipment up front (Modem, DVR) and also sign a two-year service agreement, so I wanted some advice...
Anyone out there have Directv and can recommend it? Anyone had both at some point and can offer their opinion on both?
Anyone out there have Directv and can recommend it? Anyone had both at some point and can offer their opinion on both?
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Office Crooks
While it hasn't happened to me yet, I'm very wary of office crooks.
They steal lunches, you see.
What I'm saying is don't put anything into a company refridgerator that you might want to see again. Putting your name on it may deter these degenerates, but be advised. More than a few people have told me their lunches, labeled and all, have gone missing. One person had her leftovers from a dinner out the night before in there. While the crooks didn't take her meal, they did take a peak inside the styrofoam container to see if it was worth stealing. How do we know this? The hungry bandits had trouble with the packaging, ripping it open rather than exhibiting the patience it takes to undo the little tab.
Who steals a lunch? Other than a homeless person, I mean. I could see someone skipping out on a bill at a restaurant. I've known high schoolers to pilfer food (one particular incident involving a 99-cent burrito comes to mind.) However, to my knowledge, we don't have any homeless people or high schoolers too cool to fork over a Washington working here. We all have jobs, we all can afford lunch....what's the deal?
I've compiled a list of possible characteristics of food stealers:
- Hungry
- Possibly has to hide amount of food he/she eats from someone at home. This would explain not bringing an appropriate amount of food for their own lunch....thereby having to supplement their food-lust with stolen goods. Furthermore, they cannot buy the lunch themselves because the tell tale sign would show up on their bank statement.
- Perhaps has a penchant for stealing other things at work....such as pens, staplers and tape dispensers
- Might ask people regularly what they brought for lunch. It seems like small talk, but it's actually a reconnaissance mission for that afternoon's raid.
- Works odd hours, allowing them to be in the building at times when fewer people are around. May also take excessive bathroom breaks to "take inventory."
- Has a mini-fridge at their desk. (To my knowledge, nobody here has one. Perhaps that means I just haven't found it yet.)
- Has multiple children/going through a divorce/spouse lost job. A money crunch at home could lead to the cost cutting measure of pilfering a panini.
I'm toying with the idea of bringing in something really fantastic for lunch, bragging about it all morning and seeing if it turns up missing. This would also require me to set up some sort of "nanny cam" in the break room. Not sure what legal hoops I'd have to jump through to make this happen. I'll keep you all posted.
A few other office mysteries I need solved:
- Why the doors on the stalls in the bathrooms leave a gap wide enough that you can ID the person on the pot merely by glancing at the door. It's just awkward for everyone.
- Why they give us all passes to park in the parking lot during football games, then send out an email telling us not to use them unless we are needed to work that day. Why not just give them to the people needed to work...or hold them and hand them out on an individual request basis?
- Why when there's a campuswide alert message that's sent to everyone's phone, the message light on your phone doesn't blink...therefore the emergency alert system alerts nobody.
They steal lunches, you see.
What I'm saying is don't put anything into a company refridgerator that you might want to see again. Putting your name on it may deter these degenerates, but be advised. More than a few people have told me their lunches, labeled and all, have gone missing. One person had her leftovers from a dinner out the night before in there. While the crooks didn't take her meal, they did take a peak inside the styrofoam container to see if it was worth stealing. How do we know this? The hungry bandits had trouble with the packaging, ripping it open rather than exhibiting the patience it takes to undo the little tab.
Who steals a lunch? Other than a homeless person, I mean. I could see someone skipping out on a bill at a restaurant. I've known high schoolers to pilfer food (one particular incident involving a 99-cent burrito comes to mind.) However, to my knowledge, we don't have any homeless people or high schoolers too cool to fork over a Washington working here. We all have jobs, we all can afford lunch....what's the deal?
I've compiled a list of possible characteristics of food stealers:
- Hungry
- Possibly has to hide amount of food he/she eats from someone at home. This would explain not bringing an appropriate amount of food for their own lunch....thereby having to supplement their food-lust with stolen goods. Furthermore, they cannot buy the lunch themselves because the tell tale sign would show up on their bank statement.
- Perhaps has a penchant for stealing other things at work....such as pens, staplers and tape dispensers
- Might ask people regularly what they brought for lunch. It seems like small talk, but it's actually a reconnaissance mission for that afternoon's raid.
- Works odd hours, allowing them to be in the building at times when fewer people are around. May also take excessive bathroom breaks to "take inventory."
- Has a mini-fridge at their desk. (To my knowledge, nobody here has one. Perhaps that means I just haven't found it yet.)
- Has multiple children/going through a divorce/spouse lost job. A money crunch at home could lead to the cost cutting measure of pilfering a panini.
I'm toying with the idea of bringing in something really fantastic for lunch, bragging about it all morning and seeing if it turns up missing. This would also require me to set up some sort of "nanny cam" in the break room. Not sure what legal hoops I'd have to jump through to make this happen. I'll keep you all posted.
A few other office mysteries I need solved:
- Why the doors on the stalls in the bathrooms leave a gap wide enough that you can ID the person on the pot merely by glancing at the door. It's just awkward for everyone.
- Why they give us all passes to park in the parking lot during football games, then send out an email telling us not to use them unless we are needed to work that day. Why not just give them to the people needed to work...or hold them and hand them out on an individual request basis?
- Why when there's a campuswide alert message that's sent to everyone's phone, the message light on your phone doesn't blink...therefore the emergency alert system alerts nobody.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Cleaning out the clutter in the head
It's been a few weeks since the Snacks blog was in motion, and it's time to get a few things out of my head:
- If you're going to go to a zoo to taunt an animal, why would you taunt a tiger? I can think of 88 different animals I'd rather taunt. For instance, I would taunt penguins. They can't fly. Plus they can't eat you.
- OSU's men's basketball coach was fired last night. It was a move that had to be made, but I don't think this is a time to rejoice at all. I feel bad for coach John, because it's never entirely the coaches fault. Unless you're the coach of the USA women's national soccer team and you bench your starting goalie who hasn't given up a goal in the World Cup only to have the backup get worked and lose a game you should've won. Then yeah, it's all your fault.
- Why anyone would not want to be a parent is beyond me. Watching Jonah figure things out on his own, be amazed by things like a rattle or his own hand, or even just seeing him smile absolutely makes each day better than the last. You should all try it. You know, if you're in a stable relationship and have the financial means to support a kid.
- I won money at the casino for the first time in my life on Saturday. Now I understand why people like gambling so much. Watched my brothers clean up at craps. I'm still not sure how you play that game, but to me it looks like you put money on the table, people throw dice, and then you watch the money roll in. I swear I watched them for 45 minutes straight and they never lost a single dollar. Fantastic game!
- Is anyone watching American Idol this year? I haven't heard anyone at work say anything about it, I haven't even thought about turning it on. Is it finally starting to lose steam? Call it the Taylor Hicks hangover. Any contest that douchebag wins is not about talent. People are finally starting to figure that out.
- While it is fun to take your baby places and watch people ooh and ahh and tell you how great he or she is, it can also lead to awkward moments. At Subway on Friday night, our sandwich artist congratulated us on our baby, asked how old he was, then promptly asked us how long we'd been together. Ummm, none of your business dude? Then Saturday we were eating our clam chowder at Mo's and our waitress kept saying how perfect our son was. In fact, he was so perfect she said that he just made her want to cry. She reiterated this point at least three times. I think if we'd have stayed there any longer we might've had to issue an amber alert for a crying Mo's waitress running down the beach with a baby.
- If you're going to go to a zoo to taunt an animal, why would you taunt a tiger? I can think of 88 different animals I'd rather taunt. For instance, I would taunt penguins. They can't fly. Plus they can't eat you.
- OSU's men's basketball coach was fired last night. It was a move that had to be made, but I don't think this is a time to rejoice at all. I feel bad for coach John, because it's never entirely the coaches fault. Unless you're the coach of the USA women's national soccer team and you bench your starting goalie who hasn't given up a goal in the World Cup only to have the backup get worked and lose a game you should've won. Then yeah, it's all your fault.
- Why anyone would not want to be a parent is beyond me. Watching Jonah figure things out on his own, be amazed by things like a rattle or his own hand, or even just seeing him smile absolutely makes each day better than the last. You should all try it. You know, if you're in a stable relationship and have the financial means to support a kid.
- I won money at the casino for the first time in my life on Saturday. Now I understand why people like gambling so much. Watched my brothers clean up at craps. I'm still not sure how you play that game, but to me it looks like you put money on the table, people throw dice, and then you watch the money roll in. I swear I watched them for 45 minutes straight and they never lost a single dollar. Fantastic game!
- Is anyone watching American Idol this year? I haven't heard anyone at work say anything about it, I haven't even thought about turning it on. Is it finally starting to lose steam? Call it the Taylor Hicks hangover. Any contest that douchebag wins is not about talent. People are finally starting to figure that out.
- While it is fun to take your baby places and watch people ooh and ahh and tell you how great he or she is, it can also lead to awkward moments. At Subway on Friday night, our sandwich artist congratulated us on our baby, asked how old he was, then promptly asked us how long we'd been together. Ummm, none of your business dude? Then Saturday we were eating our clam chowder at Mo's and our waitress kept saying how perfect our son was. In fact, he was so perfect she said that he just made her want to cry. She reiterated this point at least three times. I think if we'd have stayed there any longer we might've had to issue an amber alert for a crying Mo's waitress running down the beach with a baby.
Monday, January 7, 2008
My day home with Jonah
5:20 am - Rachel just left for work. I'm officially on my own. Jonah is still sleeping, though he is snoring a little bit. I think that's because he has his little face smashed up against the side of his bed. He's got plenty of real estate in there, but he likes the edges. Maybe because he wants to be as close as possible to mom. I tried moving him more to the middle, but he made a noise that was a cross between a tired lion and a pig eating his slop. Better leave him alone. Had a little bit of trouble getting him to sleep last night. Tried feeding him a bottle of formula around 9:45, but he wouldn't take it. I rocked him for a while but he wouldn't fall asleep. Finally reheated the formula around 10:30 and he took to it then. He fought sleep til he finally succumbed around 11:30. Hopefully all our feedings aren't that difficult today. I'm going to try and sleep a little more while he's still out.
6:30 am - Well he woke up. It wasn't an angry awakening, he woke up like most people do....a little stretching and a little grunting. Things got a little worse with the diaper change. I didn't have his outfit for the day ready to go before changing the diaper, and I took too long deciding what he should wear. I'm still in my PJ's, not sure why he had to get dressed, but it seemed like the thing to do. I finally settled on some overalls and a striped t-shirt. He cried a little bit while I put it on him, and he made it clear he was hungry when he started trying to eat the shoulder straps of his Osh Kosh's. First feeding went great. He wasn't very understanding that I had to heat up the milk whereas mom just whips out her boob and away he goes, but once the milk hit his lips he was fine. Probably spit up about a quarter of what went in, but that's about par for the course. He's now resting comfortably in his car seat, his favorite place to take a nap (aside from on someone's chest.) I think I'm going to try and exercise myself right now before he decides he wants to hang out with dad again.
7:11 am - Nevermind. No sooner did I post that last update than he made a funny face and pooped. Sounded like a big one. Smells even bigger. Guess we're on to diaper 2 for the day.
7:45 am - Asleep again after a half hour of crankiness following the diaper change. At least it stayed in the diaper. Scott Van Pelt just yelled "On FIYAAAA!" during a SportsCenter highlight and woke him up. I'm boycotting SportsCenter until further notice. We're switching to the Today Show, where they're talking to a guy with blue skin. Fascinating. Maybe I'll work out this afternoon.
8:44 am - After a half an hour nap that allowed me to eat breakfast, Jonah awoke with a scream. We're now having tummy time until he gets tired of that, and then it's time for another feeding. Right now he's having an intense staredown with a rainbow colored spider that says has the numbers 1,2,3,4 on his left legs and A,B,C,D on his right legs. Sounds creepy, but it's actually kinda cute. And Jonah loves it, though he's getting tired. His neck isn't holding his head up much anymore. He has his head on the blanket in a look of "help me spider, I can't go on!" Maybe I should heat the bottle.
9:30 am. Jonah's sleeping soundly after that last feeding. Had time to unload the dishwasher, make the bed, and clean up breakfast. I'm thinking we might take a trip to Costco at some point today. I'm also thinking about taking him over to my Grandparents. Going to see family is always risky though, because there's no guarantee that you'll ever get to leave.
10:20 am - Jonah's looking at our light fixtures and making sucking faces. Our light fixtures look a lot like boobs. He's not due to eat til at least 11. Gonna pop in the Jungle Book and see if the bright colors entertain him. Could be a long 40 minutes.
12:35 pm - Jungle Book worked! Well, sort of. There was also some bouncing and singing by dad. I think I know all the words to "Bear Neccesities" now. We fed around 11, and we went with formula because the breast milk in the fridge is still kinda frozen. After the feeding, I put him in his carseat and away we went to Costco. After a few minutes of fussing, he was fine the whole car ride and trip through Costco. Got a few compliments from people and smiles from old ladies. I felt bad for my checkout lady, who had 2 year old twins and was pregnant with another set! Jonah just woke up a few minutes ago, but he is sitting comfortably on the couch having another staredown with Mr. Spider. He's pretty animated right now, which means lots of entertaining for me until the next feeding. We're going to try and hold him off until at least 1:30.
2:10 pm - Success! The tummy time/bouncing combo works well. Was able to hold him off until 1:40 for the feeding, although by that time he was so hungry he forgot to breathe a few times will eating and had the milk go down the wrong pipe. It's sad, but choking babies are actually pretty cute. Turns out he wasn't only hungry, he was also exhausted, because twice he fell asleep with the bottle in his mouth. He'd wake up when I tried to ease it out of his mouth. When the bottle was empty, I just let him keep sucking until he fell asleep again. He's been out for about 20 minutes now. Gives me a chance to catch up on the ER episode I missed last Thursday because Jonah was crying.
4:18 pm - He's still sleeping! I didn't think he'd be down this long, or I'd have taken the Christmas lights down. I keep thinking I should go do it, but I know as soon as I head outside, he'll wake up. Of course I've thought that since 2:45. P.S. He's really funny when he sleeps. He occasionally will put his hands straight up in the air and grunt for no apparent reason. Oh, and I've found he hates the sound of a pop can being opened when he sleeps.
5:33 pm - We ate at 5. I think I pushed the maximum time frame between feedings. Every time I took the bottle out of his mouth to burp him, he screamed about as loud as I've ever heard him yelp. It was pretty funny. He took that bottle down in record time. Hopefully I won't have to feed him again until Rachel gets home around 7:15 or so. Now I have to try and get him interested in the national championship football game. Might be hard, because I'm not even sure I'm excited about it.
9:45 pm - Well, Rachel made it home about 7:15. Jonah was a bit cranky before she got home, so I was glad she made it home when she did. Fortunately I started preparing dinner while Jonah was asleep, because he freaked out for about half an hour straight before Rachel got home. I had to sing along with the Ohio State marching band during halftime to keep him quiet. When that ended I had to start singing commercial jingles. He really likes the one with the dude singing in his Jeep with the animals. Now we're watching Prison Break and Jonah's sleeping soundly on his mommy's lap. All is well, and we all survived. I kind of enjoyed this diary thing......I need more "events" like this to blog about!
6:30 am - Well he woke up. It wasn't an angry awakening, he woke up like most people do....a little stretching and a little grunting. Things got a little worse with the diaper change. I didn't have his outfit for the day ready to go before changing the diaper, and I took too long deciding what he should wear. I'm still in my PJ's, not sure why he had to get dressed, but it seemed like the thing to do. I finally settled on some overalls and a striped t-shirt. He cried a little bit while I put it on him, and he made it clear he was hungry when he started trying to eat the shoulder straps of his Osh Kosh's. First feeding went great. He wasn't very understanding that I had to heat up the milk whereas mom just whips out her boob and away he goes, but once the milk hit his lips he was fine. Probably spit up about a quarter of what went in, but that's about par for the course. He's now resting comfortably in his car seat, his favorite place to take a nap (aside from on someone's chest.) I think I'm going to try and exercise myself right now before he decides he wants to hang out with dad again.
7:11 am - Nevermind. No sooner did I post that last update than he made a funny face and pooped. Sounded like a big one. Smells even bigger. Guess we're on to diaper 2 for the day.
7:45 am - Asleep again after a half hour of crankiness following the diaper change. At least it stayed in the diaper. Scott Van Pelt just yelled "On FIYAAAA!" during a SportsCenter highlight and woke him up. I'm boycotting SportsCenter until further notice. We're switching to the Today Show, where they're talking to a guy with blue skin. Fascinating. Maybe I'll work out this afternoon.
8:44 am - After a half an hour nap that allowed me to eat breakfast, Jonah awoke with a scream. We're now having tummy time until he gets tired of that, and then it's time for another feeding. Right now he's having an intense staredown with a rainbow colored spider that says has the numbers 1,2,3,4 on his left legs and A,B,C,D on his right legs. Sounds creepy, but it's actually kinda cute. And Jonah loves it, though he's getting tired. His neck isn't holding his head up much anymore. He has his head on the blanket in a look of "help me spider, I can't go on!" Maybe I should heat the bottle.
9:30 am. Jonah's sleeping soundly after that last feeding. Had time to unload the dishwasher, make the bed, and clean up breakfast. I'm thinking we might take a trip to Costco at some point today. I'm also thinking about taking him over to my Grandparents. Going to see family is always risky though, because there's no guarantee that you'll ever get to leave.
10:20 am - Jonah's looking at our light fixtures and making sucking faces. Our light fixtures look a lot like boobs. He's not due to eat til at least 11. Gonna pop in the Jungle Book and see if the bright colors entertain him. Could be a long 40 minutes.
12:35 pm - Jungle Book worked! Well, sort of. There was also some bouncing and singing by dad. I think I know all the words to "Bear Neccesities" now. We fed around 11, and we went with formula because the breast milk in the fridge is still kinda frozen. After the feeding, I put him in his carseat and away we went to Costco. After a few minutes of fussing, he was fine the whole car ride and trip through Costco. Got a few compliments from people and smiles from old ladies. I felt bad for my checkout lady, who had 2 year old twins and was pregnant with another set! Jonah just woke up a few minutes ago, but he is sitting comfortably on the couch having another staredown with Mr. Spider. He's pretty animated right now, which means lots of entertaining for me until the next feeding. We're going to try and hold him off until at least 1:30.
2:10 pm - Success! The tummy time/bouncing combo works well. Was able to hold him off until 1:40 for the feeding, although by that time he was so hungry he forgot to breathe a few times will eating and had the milk go down the wrong pipe. It's sad, but choking babies are actually pretty cute. Turns out he wasn't only hungry, he was also exhausted, because twice he fell asleep with the bottle in his mouth. He'd wake up when I tried to ease it out of his mouth. When the bottle was empty, I just let him keep sucking until he fell asleep again. He's been out for about 20 minutes now. Gives me a chance to catch up on the ER episode I missed last Thursday because Jonah was crying.
4:18 pm - He's still sleeping! I didn't think he'd be down this long, or I'd have taken the Christmas lights down. I keep thinking I should go do it, but I know as soon as I head outside, he'll wake up. Of course I've thought that since 2:45. P.S. He's really funny when he sleeps. He occasionally will put his hands straight up in the air and grunt for no apparent reason. Oh, and I've found he hates the sound of a pop can being opened when he sleeps.
5:33 pm - We ate at 5. I think I pushed the maximum time frame between feedings. Every time I took the bottle out of his mouth to burp him, he screamed about as loud as I've ever heard him yelp. It was pretty funny. He took that bottle down in record time. Hopefully I won't have to feed him again until Rachel gets home around 7:15 or so. Now I have to try and get him interested in the national championship football game. Might be hard, because I'm not even sure I'm excited about it.
9:45 pm - Well, Rachel made it home about 7:15. Jonah was a bit cranky before she got home, so I was glad she made it home when she did. Fortunately I started preparing dinner while Jonah was asleep, because he freaked out for about half an hour straight before Rachel got home. I had to sing along with the Ohio State marching band during halftime to keep him quiet. When that ended I had to start singing commercial jingles. He really likes the one with the dude singing in his Jeep with the animals. Now we're watching Prison Break and Jonah's sleeping soundly on his mommy's lap. All is well, and we all survived. I kind of enjoyed this diary thing......I need more "events" like this to blog about!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Andy Blog History
Tomorrow will be the first time that I've been in charge of Jonah for an entire day. Rachel's got some bottles pumped, and I'm now proficient at preparing formula in case he gets too hungry. Formula is not rocket science. Take some water, add some powder, and shake. I can handle that. We did a test run with Jonah last night, and after he tried to drink the formula so fast he choked a few times, we finally figured out a system that allowed me to feed him without him drowning. I think we'll be fine. However, I know you're all worried about me, so I've figured out a way to keep you all abreast of the situation.
That's right....tomorrow I will be keeping a live running diary of the day's events. Be sure to check this blog frequently throughout the day for the adventures of Big A and Lil' J as we try to survive on our own from the time Mom leaves in the morning (around 5:30 am) until she returns (around 7:30 pm). 14 hours of chaos! Stay tuned.....
That's right....tomorrow I will be keeping a live running diary of the day's events. Be sure to check this blog frequently throughout the day for the adventures of Big A and Lil' J as we try to survive on our own from the time Mom leaves in the morning (around 5:30 am) until she returns (around 7:30 pm). 14 hours of chaos! Stay tuned.....
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