This was sent to me (probably right before it got recycled).
New scholarship (we’ve lost count): nerdy stuff. Covalent bonds.
Our most excellent friend (who just happened to land a very fitting job at the Audubon Society) was so kind as to send Lucie a very sciency gift, as well as the crafty hand-knitted hat pictured above.
Look at that… Someone who uses both sides of her brain. This is very awe inspiring, especially for the predominantly right-brained mamas.
Anyway, the sciency gift is the Infant Troubleshooting Flowchart magnet set. Not to be confused with the Infant Decision Making Flowchart:
Rather, the Infant Troubleshooting Flowchart magnet set is a customizable guide for the parents and caretakers.
And it is awesome. Mostly because it reads like a tech service call (“have you tried taking the diaper off and on again?”), including my favorite resolution magnet– the one you could have guessed from the start (“This is a known issue that will resolve in 4-6 months”).
Though there are several TED talks on how infants are basically mini-geniuses, I do believe the following:
Kate’s mom very graciously flew out to help the busy (read: generally averse to the whole moving process) mamas pack up their belongings for the move. I have a seaking suspicion that there might be a simultaneous benefit going on, as these two get along like p.b. & j.
It’s too late for this Christmas, but there’s always next year.
Click on Asian American Doll (as seen on Saturday Night Live)
The affliction started with daycare and Little Bug. Or maybe my conspiratorial theories are correct in that it was the flu shot that made her sick. She can correct me in 26 years if she becomes a doctor or nurse. Or Wikipedia author. Same thing these days. (I’m only kidding, medical readers… calm down!)
The onset was two weeks ago. Fortunately, after staying home four out of the five days that first week, she was able to return to daycare the last day. Unfortunately, they still charged us for the entire week. Harumph.
And so it has passed from baby to Mama K to Mama C, where it currently resides.
Family germs. The gift that keeps on giving.
There are a plethora of scenes in the comedy genre when an unsuspecting character grabs a container out of the fridge and chugs it, only to be told by a surly nursing mother that they are imbibing breast milk. Cue comedic spraying of liquid. Determined not to be one of those caricatures, I took great lengths to avoid accidentally trying the stuff. To this day I can proudly say that breast milk is one of the things that I’ve never tasted, along with head cheese, Colt 45 beer and chocolate covered bugs.
I can’t, however, say the same thing for baby formula. The other day, as I was making bottles for Lucie, a drop of it landed on my finger. Without thinking…
“Ugh! Phooey, phooey! Kate, did you know formula tastes like blood?”
“It has iron in it.”
Know what else it has in it? Vegetable oil (third ingredient) and a bunch of science words that I haven’t thought of since the 10th grade.
At least it doesn’t have glucose and sugar, which are the leading ingredients in a competitor’s formula. But still… it’s an incentive to shift her off of science-in-a-can and onto more solids. Sidebar: if you went by the price tag of said cans, you would think Ruth’s Chris restaurant went into the baby food business. Anyway, lest Lucie retain the taste for blood, we should start weaning ASAP.
From my (non-Kate) best friend to all of you. These are the words I will teach Lucie, except maybe replace “corn dog” with “donut.”
We will not encourage bullying behavior in this house. Especially when it comes to corgis in cones of shame.
But when the tides were turned it seemed kind of fitting.
Hair and makeup: 45 minutes
Being talked out of trying eyeliner for the first time: 20 seconds
Picking out a dress, jewelry & shoes: 15 minutes
Forcing earrings through holes that closed up two years ago: 10 minutes
Drive to the babysitter: 30 minutes
Getting stuck in traffic on the way back: 65 minutes
Raiding the ATM to pay for 5 hours of babysitting (still hurts thinking about it): 5 minutes
A night out with the one I fell in love with seven years ago: timeless