The First Step is Admitting You Have a Problem
A chosen few of you may know that I have a Hanson CD. I went to the store and bought it with my own money. I admit it. But, I couldn't get Mmm Bop out of my head. The only way to destroy it was to buy the CD and play it until I knew every word. It worked. Once I figured it all out, my head stopped torturing me.
These days, it can be worse. Mmm Bop had a good beat, and thanks to Kevin, it actually turned up on my Ipod SHuffle. Thank you Muffin! What a great day that was! These days I sometiems find myself dancing aroudn the house, or worse, the airport, to Mary Had a Little Lamb.
I am almost ashamed to admit what happened today. I am documenting this only because I am hoping there is someone out there who can help me. I have been on a Billy Idol kick lately (and NO that is not the problem). The problem is, today White Wedding came on the radio. If you don't know the song, here are the lyrics:
"White Wedding"
Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
Hey little sister who is your with
Hey little sister what's your vice and wish?
Hey little sister shot gun (oh yeah)
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister shot gun!
It's a nice day to start again (come on)
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
(Pick it up)
Take me back home
Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
I've been away for so long (so long)
I've been away for so long (so long)
I let you go for so long
It's a nice day to start again (come on)
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again
I am happily singing along in the kitchen when BAM! out of nowhere- Baby Bear from Sesame Street is the visual! AND the audio! Grrrr!
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Blah! I hate reporters! When will I learn? It's a cute article,and it is positive, but they always seem to really miss the boat! On the bright side, I don't look too fat in the photo...
Grabbing Life by the Baby Jogger
Grabbing Life by the Baby Jogger
Grrr! I'm so stuck on this now!
I am in North Carolina until Thursday, so I cannot get a copy of the Post. I have to drop my computer off with IT in ten minutes.
Grrr!!!!
Like I said, the article is reasonably positive, but I AM NOT A STAY AT HOME MOM!!!! Not everyone in the group is. It's not a group for STAY AT HOME MOMS!!! And no offense to any stay at home moms...I just feel that I would have trained better if I was!!!! And I wouldn't have felt guily about leaving Harry JUST for my runs. Or we could have run during the week. I don't know why this is suddenly getting to me. Stupid repoorter. Stupid reporter. STUPID REPORTER!
I don't have feelings of guilt regarding working, but adding this extra 26.2 component was a lot...and that STUPID F^%&ING ARTICLE did not account for any of it! THE POST FUCKING SUCKS!"Monday, October 24, 2005
Update on Vital Statistics:
As Kim is away for work this week, I got to take Harry in for his latest checkup and flu shot.
As expected, he took it all like a champ (however I'm still surprised he's speaking to me after the shot), and he's certainly in good health.
Age: 18 Months (and 2 days)
Height: 30 1/2 inches (5th percentile)
Weight: 26 lbs. 9 oz (between 50th and 75th percentile)
There was a bit of brief concern when the Doctor was checking the weight recorded by the nurse... she had indicated 30 lbs. 9.5 oz (4.5 lbs more?!?!?), but a quick re-weigh cleared all of that up.
As compared to "Normal Development"
As Kim is away for work this week, I got to take Harry in for his latest checkup and flu shot.
As expected, he took it all like a champ (however I'm still surprised he's speaking to me after the shot), and he's certainly in good health.
Age: 18 Months (and 2 days)
Height: 30 1/2 inches (5th percentile)
Weight: 26 lbs. 9 oz (between 50th and 75th percentile)
There was a bit of brief concern when the Doctor was checking the weight recorded by the nurse... she had indicated 30 lbs. 9.5 oz (4.5 lbs more?!?!?), but a quick re-weigh cleared all of that up.
As compared to "Normal Development"
- Runs stiffly, walks up stairs, seats self in chair; points to body parts, scribbles with crayons
- Takes off shoes hats mittens
- Has occasioanl temper tantrums; says "no" even if he doesn't mean it
- Wants to do things for himself and make decisions for himself
- Learns by exploring, looking, tasting, smelling, listening
- Says at least 10 words
- Should be totally weaned from bottle to cup
- Feeds self and may start using a spoon
- Harry certainly runs... you should see him doing laps at Little Gym, with a big rubber ball in his mouth... all while distinctly giggling! Stairs & chairs present little challenge to him lately... for me it's another story. Body parts are going well, and crayons have been going for quite some time now (so far, he's very good at staying ON the paper).
- Harry's been very good at assisting during the dress-up and disrobing parts of the day, however not always in the correct order.
- I couldd go for an occasional tantrum... and trust me, he means it every time he says no.
- I think if it were up to him, he'd have already decided not only which car he's going to drive when he turns 16, but also where he'll be going to college, working for his first job, and for how much. Harry's always been very observant of his surroundings (ref. day 1 picture 1), however he's also getting much better at limiting unwarranted tasting.
- 10 words... depends how well you're paying attention and if you're able to get the entire context. Over the phone, as he's big on, it's tough to tell, but when he's in his comfort zone, he won't shut up.
- Bottle? They must mean other than a Dasani or Evian... Harry hasn't had that kind of bottle since before his birthday last April.
- Harry's spoon-feeding has become remarkably more efficient in the last few weeks. He can actually get about 75-80% of the yogurt down with not nearly as much left behind on the bib or his chair.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Water Bug
Took Harry swimming today with Lance. It is amzing to me how far they have come. They seem to really be friends now. They know who each other is, by name, and even give each other hugs. It is very cute.
Harry did really well at the pool. He liked to lay down with his arms behind him in the shallow end, and tene roll over. His face would go under but he didn't mind. He even did one roll three times in a row. I think I saw some of the older kids (3 year olds) doing that at their swim class. Maybe he saw it too!
He also kicks his legs in the water (sometimes, when the mood strikes). He doesn't seem to mind being on his back as much.
I am pleased at how confidant both boys seem in the water. It's amazing to experience!
Took Harry swimming today with Lance. It is amzing to me how far they have come. They seem to really be friends now. They know who each other is, by name, and even give each other hugs. It is very cute.
Harry did really well at the pool. He liked to lay down with his arms behind him in the shallow end, and tene roll over. His face would go under but he didn't mind. He even did one roll three times in a row. I think I saw some of the older kids (3 year olds) doing that at their swim class. Maybe he saw it too!
He also kicks his legs in the water (sometimes, when the mood strikes). He doesn't seem to mind being on his back as much.
I am pleased at how confidant both boys seem in the water. It's amazing to experience!
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Just keep running, just keep running!
It is hard to remember that I used to really suck at running. It used to be hard to run a mile. My first marathon I did a run/walk group at about a 14 minute pace, walking about every 3 minutes. The thought of running an entire 26.2 miles was impossible. But I did just that 3 years later.
Once I got became a decent runner, those feelings of inadequacy, and actual inadequacy, all went away. I guess I seem to have selective memory after all, and always seem to remember my glass as being almost completely full. It's hard to remember the struggles, especially when you overcome them. Maybe I got that from my dad. He has Spina Biffida, but has never let that get in his way. Why park in a hadicapped spot at the mall on Christmas Eve when you can walk from the other side of the planet? It might take you an hour, but someone else might need that spot more... Handicap? What handicap?
Overcoming hardship when you are in the moment, though, is not always as easy. Trying to be all that you used to be is harder than being all that you can be. You can't take baby steps, you can't run a 15 minute pace when it used to be 8 or 9. I'd be happy with 10 or 11 at this stage though.
I'm running the 30th Marine Corps Marathon next week. It will be my 3rd MCM and my 4th overall. The last MCM I did, I came in at 4:45. Not a Boston qualifying time, but not bad. After 9/11/01, I barely trained the month before the marathon, not sure if I would run or even if it would be held. It was. I ran. I ran right past the fast group that I had started my training with. They actually thought I was showing off (I wasn't). I also ditched my two friends, Mikki and Adria, by the 17 mile mark.
This year, I am the one who will be getting ditched. I figured Tara would run ahead of me at some point, but I wasn't planning on Meghan running 9 minute miles. Sounds like everyone will have gone home by the time I finish. It's kind of embarrassing. It makes me feel like a loser. Like I am fat. Out of shape. Inadequate. Irresponsible.
I try to remind myself that I gained and lost 60 pounds. That I had a baby. A very little voice whispers in my head that because of that baby, and because I don't want to miss any of the short time I have with him, getting out and training like I should makes me feel guilty. Because of that baby, I cannot sleep all day on Sunday after a long run. I can't balance my diet properly. I don't have the time. I don't have the energy. And since I travel and leave Kevin with Harry a lot of the time as it is, it wouldn't be fair. Not that he would complain about it. He is always completely encouraging, and even found the SMR group for me.
I feel like those things are excuses, and that is the hard part. I don't like to make excuses, but sometimes it seems to be all that I hear.
I found this training message in my inbox from my MCM Virtual Trainer:
It is hard to remember that I used to really suck at running. It used to be hard to run a mile. My first marathon I did a run/walk group at about a 14 minute pace, walking about every 3 minutes. The thought of running an entire 26.2 miles was impossible. But I did just that 3 years later.
Once I got became a decent runner, those feelings of inadequacy, and actual inadequacy, all went away. I guess I seem to have selective memory after all, and always seem to remember my glass as being almost completely full. It's hard to remember the struggles, especially when you overcome them. Maybe I got that from my dad. He has Spina Biffida, but has never let that get in his way. Why park in a hadicapped spot at the mall on Christmas Eve when you can walk from the other side of the planet? It might take you an hour, but someone else might need that spot more... Handicap? What handicap?
Overcoming hardship when you are in the moment, though, is not always as easy. Trying to be all that you used to be is harder than being all that you can be. You can't take baby steps, you can't run a 15 minute pace when it used to be 8 or 9. I'd be happy with 10 or 11 at this stage though.
I'm running the 30th Marine Corps Marathon next week. It will be my 3rd MCM and my 4th overall. The last MCM I did, I came in at 4:45. Not a Boston qualifying time, but not bad. After 9/11/01, I barely trained the month before the marathon, not sure if I would run or even if it would be held. It was. I ran. I ran right past the fast group that I had started my training with. They actually thought I was showing off (I wasn't). I also ditched my two friends, Mikki and Adria, by the 17 mile mark.
This year, I am the one who will be getting ditched. I figured Tara would run ahead of me at some point, but I wasn't planning on Meghan running 9 minute miles. Sounds like everyone will have gone home by the time I finish. It's kind of embarrassing. It makes me feel like a loser. Like I am fat. Out of shape. Inadequate. Irresponsible.
I try to remind myself that I gained and lost 60 pounds. That I had a baby. A very little voice whispers in my head that because of that baby, and because I don't want to miss any of the short time I have with him, getting out and training like I should makes me feel guilty. Because of that baby, I cannot sleep all day on Sunday after a long run. I can't balance my diet properly. I don't have the time. I don't have the energy. And since I travel and leave Kevin with Harry a lot of the time as it is, it wouldn't be fair. Not that he would complain about it. He is always completely encouraging, and even found the SMR group for me.
I feel like those things are excuses, and that is the hard part. I don't like to make excuses, but sometimes it seems to be all that I hear.
I found this training message in my inbox from my MCM Virtual Trainer:
The label of "marathoner" has, from the beginning, been awarded to those who went the distance under their own power, whether they ran, walked, crawled or tiptoed. When you cross that finish line, you've entered an elite group. About one tenth of one percent of the population has done it. Don't let anyone take that great achievement away from you. I've now done well over 125 marathons, about half of them without walk breaks. On every one of the walk-break marathons, I received the same sense of accomplishment, all of the internal rewards, and the indescribable exhilaration of finishing as on the non-walk marathons. But when I inserted walk breaks throughout, I was able to enjoy the accomplishment afterward.
The MCM Virtual Trainer program has been developed by Jeff Galloway, who has helped over 150,000 runners achieve their running goals. Visit www.jeffgalloway.com
I have been telling people for years that anyone can do it. Anyone can run a marathon, or at least finish it. I guess not everyone does. Maybe that is the point. And maybe this time, I am running for different reasons.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Weirdest, Funniest Thing I Have Seen Harry do Thus Far:
After a trip around the block in the jogger and some time at the park, Harry came home and ran right to his playhouse, and then proceeded to dive out the back window! Catch him, you ask? Nope! He closes the door behind him, and it all happened so quickly! All I saw were two legs in the air!
Apparently, his favorite shovel was out there, so he went for it...
After a trip around the block in the jogger and some time at the park, Harry came home and ran right to his playhouse, and then proceeded to dive out the back window! Catch him, you ask? Nope! He closes the door behind him, and it all happened so quickly! All I saw were two legs in the air!
Apparently, his favorite shovel was out there, so he went for it...
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Deep Thoughts, by Kim McDermott
Moms! Moms! Moms!
How can you be a good mom, if all you do is live as a mom, read about beig a mom, talk to other moms...
I think of it as pre-med syndrome. Or put this way, now that I am on a fibromyalgia study, naturally I have fibromyalgia. Sometimes you need to take a step back.
Do stuff for yourself so that you cannot wait to be with your kid again, and when you are, you enjoy it!
Read other books, so that you learn other perspectives on life, and things flow naturally, rather than just doing what other people say you should do, and worrying because it didn't turn out well.
Get a hobby. That is all I am saying. Get a hobby.
When I worked in psychology, everyone I know had every indication in the DSM-IV. Now I only have the fibromyalgia to contend with. ;-)
But my friends are less crazy! (Family is a different story).
Moms! Moms! Moms!
How can you be a good mom, if all you do is live as a mom, read about beig a mom, talk to other moms...
I think of it as pre-med syndrome. Or put this way, now that I am on a fibromyalgia study, naturally I have fibromyalgia. Sometimes you need to take a step back.
Do stuff for yourself so that you cannot wait to be with your kid again, and when you are, you enjoy it!
Read other books, so that you learn other perspectives on life, and things flow naturally, rather than just doing what other people say you should do, and worrying because it didn't turn out well.
Get a hobby. That is all I am saying. Get a hobby.
When I worked in psychology, everyone I know had every indication in the DSM-IV. Now I only have the fibromyalgia to contend with. ;-)
But my friends are less crazy! (Family is a different story).
Monday, October 17, 2005
Coastallobster.com!
Ah! My photos made their website! I'm a big dork!
http://www.coastallobster.com/testimonials.php
Ah! My photos made their website! I'm a big dork!
http://www.coastallobster.com/testimonials.php
Sunday, October 16, 2005
What a Day!
What a weekend! And we didn't even make it to IKEA!
I have had a lot of great days in my life. There was the first day of school, my first library card, making varsity as a freshman, Outward Bound, my wedding day...I think by far the best so far came on Saturday. I got to experience what Andre Agassi attempted to describe in a magazine: the first day his kid hit a ball over the net. No, Harry is not a tennis wiz, but he did do something equally remarkable - he methodically scampered up the "rock wall" at the park! To say it sent shivers up my spine is an understatement!
Obviously, there is not much money in professional rock climbing. Maybe some Clif Bar sponsorship if you are the best in the world. That's not the point. There is the wonderful issue of being good at things. There is a lot to be said about that, but more importantly, rock climbing teaches you so many things. It teaches patience and perserverance. It gets your brain moving in new ways. It builds strength and character. Once again, could be my perspective of the event, but I swear I saw all of that going on in Harry's head. He didn't just pull himself up the wall, he thought it through. When one hold didn't work, he stopped and chose another. He balanced, he used his legs, he used his stregth. It was amazing! He climbed with his brain!
The little brain is really working now. He is a thoughtful kid. This may have been our downfall with Bailey, but we have high hopes for the boy!
Rock climbing wasn't the only weekend activity. We had Harry's usual gymnastics class and a trip to Old Towne. We also had yet another neighborhood party. This one was OktoberFest and it was at the other end of our street. It was awesome! There was a gross dead pig on some giant drum thing, but fortunately I could not see or smell it. There were also two moon bounces. Harry started off in the little one by himself, but was soon joined by 3 year olds Ben and TJ. He happily enjoyed being tackled by them and was all giggles. Apparently these are not the tough guys of the neighborhood, so their parents were happy they were able to pretend, and that Harry was a good sport about it. The real tough guy, apparently, is curly haired, 22-month-old William. He and Harry hit it off swimmingly. The smiles could not have been bigger. We think the little royals will be best of friends! (Harry & William- get it?)
Our neighbors are awesome too, both young and old. It is amazing that we have had so many opportunities to meet them all! And they seemed just as excited to get to know us and Harry. Did I mention we couldn't be happier here? The next activity is a Halloween parade. Hopefully Lance can join us for this one, and maybe some other friends, as well!
Sunday I did my 8 mile run. I know I am not supposed to make any changes this close to the race, but I need to get some new New Balance sneakers today. I don't know why I ever try to run in a nything else. I have a 1 month old pair of Brooks running shoes, and my good ankle started to hurt. Not good.
Later Harry and I ended up visiting Lance for a quick play date. I think the two have grasped the concept that not sharing is bad, but still seem a bit tentative about actually sharing things freely. There seems to be that "are you sure about this" look when the mommies and aunties insist upon it! We'll keep working on it though.
Have a good week!
What a weekend! And we didn't even make it to IKEA!
I have had a lot of great days in my life. There was the first day of school, my first library card, making varsity as a freshman, Outward Bound, my wedding day...I think by far the best so far came on Saturday. I got to experience what Andre Agassi attempted to describe in a magazine: the first day his kid hit a ball over the net. No, Harry is not a tennis wiz, but he did do something equally remarkable - he methodically scampered up the "rock wall" at the park! To say it sent shivers up my spine is an understatement!
Obviously, there is not much money in professional rock climbing. Maybe some Clif Bar sponsorship if you are the best in the world. That's not the point. There is the wonderful issue of being good at things. There is a lot to be said about that, but more importantly, rock climbing teaches you so many things. It teaches patience and perserverance. It gets your brain moving in new ways. It builds strength and character. Once again, could be my perspective of the event, but I swear I saw all of that going on in Harry's head. He didn't just pull himself up the wall, he thought it through. When one hold didn't work, he stopped and chose another. He balanced, he used his legs, he used his stregth. It was amazing! He climbed with his brain!
The little brain is really working now. He is a thoughtful kid. This may have been our downfall with Bailey, but we have high hopes for the boy!
Rock climbing wasn't the only weekend activity. We had Harry's usual gymnastics class and a trip to Old Towne. We also had yet another neighborhood party. This one was OktoberFest and it was at the other end of our street. It was awesome! There was a gross dead pig on some giant drum thing, but fortunately I could not see or smell it. There were also two moon bounces. Harry started off in the little one by himself, but was soon joined by 3 year olds Ben and TJ. He happily enjoyed being tackled by them and was all giggles. Apparently these are not the tough guys of the neighborhood, so their parents were happy they were able to pretend, and that Harry was a good sport about it. The real tough guy, apparently, is curly haired, 22-month-old William. He and Harry hit it off swimmingly. The smiles could not have been bigger. We think the little royals will be best of friends! (Harry & William- get it?)
Our neighbors are awesome too, both young and old. It is amazing that we have had so many opportunities to meet them all! And they seemed just as excited to get to know us and Harry. Did I mention we couldn't be happier here? The next activity is a Halloween parade. Hopefully Lance can join us for this one, and maybe some other friends, as well!
Sunday I did my 8 mile run. I know I am not supposed to make any changes this close to the race, but I need to get some new New Balance sneakers today. I don't know why I ever try to run in a nything else. I have a 1 month old pair of Brooks running shoes, and my good ankle started to hurt. Not good.
Later Harry and I ended up visiting Lance for a quick play date. I think the two have grasped the concept that not sharing is bad, but still seem a bit tentative about actually sharing things freely. There seems to be that "are you sure about this" look when the mommies and aunties insist upon it! We'll keep working on it though.
Have a good week!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
There it is!!!
Admittedly, I have not been quizzing Harry on his body parts "the way we should," or on animal sounds. He is usually too busy. Somewhere along the way he seems to have picked it up, though. In the past, he has not wanted to play my silly game. But after some thought, he decided to play last night and got an A+. Harry knows where his nose is, his ears, his mouth, his feet, his head, his belly...and he doesn't poke himself when he points to his eye! He was very proud of himself, but in a subdued way, as if to say "of course I know this!"
As for animal sounds, well, he definitely knows dog. He has a little horse he got at the beach, and that one barks all day! Oof! Oof! Harry barks at every dog, horse and cat that he sees. He even barks when he doesn't see dogs, when he only hears them. I suspect it is driving Menike crazy!
Harry tries to count to 3 before I spin him in circles or Daddy bounces him up and down. He holds up his fingers. He also counts when we go up and down steps. He can count to 14, but not necessarily in the proper order! Doesn't matter, he has dimples.
He can climb up the stairs on a sliding board WHILE talking on a cell phone. He can also climb up the slats at the park across the street while holding a stick. He can also do rolls on his own now. You know, tumblesaults, like he learns at gymnastics.
He doesn't put much stuff in his mouth anymore. This includes most of the food he used to like. Put it in a snack cup, though, and we're golden! Cookies and spaghetti seem to have replaced blueberries and avocados. We still aim for organic as much as possible.
Likes: sticks, gym class, the park, Bailey's feet, his little broom.
Dislikes: arguing, Bailey not listening, Greek yogurt, seeing his bike and not being allowed to ride it.
Gotta run now. Literally, need to get 10 in before my flight to San Diego. Will miss my little bug! But I should be back Friday morning.
Admittedly, I have not been quizzing Harry on his body parts "the way we should," or on animal sounds. He is usually too busy. Somewhere along the way he seems to have picked it up, though. In the past, he has not wanted to play my silly game. But after some thought, he decided to play last night and got an A+. Harry knows where his nose is, his ears, his mouth, his feet, his head, his belly...and he doesn't poke himself when he points to his eye! He was very proud of himself, but in a subdued way, as if to say "of course I know this!"
As for animal sounds, well, he definitely knows dog. He has a little horse he got at the beach, and that one barks all day! Oof! Oof! Harry barks at every dog, horse and cat that he sees. He even barks when he doesn't see dogs, when he only hears them. I suspect it is driving Menike crazy!
Harry tries to count to 3 before I spin him in circles or Daddy bounces him up and down. He holds up his fingers. He also counts when we go up and down steps. He can count to 14, but not necessarily in the proper order! Doesn't matter, he has dimples.
He can climb up the stairs on a sliding board WHILE talking on a cell phone. He can also climb up the slats at the park across the street while holding a stick. He can also do rolls on his own now. You know, tumblesaults, like he learns at gymnastics.
He doesn't put much stuff in his mouth anymore. This includes most of the food he used to like. Put it in a snack cup, though, and we're golden! Cookies and spaghetti seem to have replaced blueberries and avocados. We still aim for organic as much as possible.
Likes: sticks, gym class, the park, Bailey's feet, his little broom.
Dislikes: arguing, Bailey not listening, Greek yogurt, seeing his bike and not being allowed to ride it.
Gotta run now. Literally, need to get 10 in before my flight to San Diego. Will miss my little bug! But I should be back Friday morning.
The right atrium i’s where the process begins, where the CO2 Blood enters the heart.
Through the tricuspid valve, to the right ventricle, the pulmonary artery, and lungs.
Once inside the lungs, it dumps its carbon dioxide and picks up its oxygen supply.
Then itÂ’s back to the heart through the pulmonary vein, through the atrium and left ventricle.
Pump, pump, pumps your Blood.
Okay, so maybe he's not singing Pottsie's song to pass his anatomy final exam in high school yet, but Harry did a very good impression of it last night, clearly pointing out his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, ears and head. All the while with his infamous dimply grin, shortly before heading off to bed.
Kim heads off this afternoon, on her first trip in a while. Off to sunny San Diego until Friday to meet her new SCIREX team. Last thing any of us want is to get ahead of ourselves and jinx things, but SCIREX already seems to be leaps and bounds of a better fit than PRA was becoming. Hope it all continues...
So as Kim noted in her previous post, this will hopefully give me some more time to unpack and get back into IKEA assembly mode. We still have a few morpieceses to get put together before yet another trip down I95 to Potomac Mills for more. Slowly but surely, the place is comintogetherer, and we'd both really love to get more of the boxes away before Meghan et al arrive for the MCM. She seems to be concerned that there's not enough room for her to crash for the weekend, but I'd like to publicly remind her that she gets her own room this time... with a DOOR! No more sleeping on the couch in the TV room as she and several other past guests have had to endure.
Regardless, things are coming together, and the boxes are slowly being broken down. Now if we can just get some pictures hung up, we'll be set.
Hope everyone's doing well. The readership seems to be growing lately, and hopefully everyone's sufficiently informed. If not, and you're looking for more info, let us know, and we'll do our best to get you back in the loop!
Monday, October 10, 2005
What Harry's Mom Does In Her Spare Time
Well, it is not unpack boxes!
I have been enjoying the changes in my life.
The home move was a great one.
We were really happy in Delray. It was a great location. When we moved to Cavalier Drive, it just didn't work for us. With one or two exceptions, our neighbors weren't freindly. There weren't a lot of active people near us. We were pretty far from the places we like to go. Now, we have friendly neighbors. We have active people around us. We are close to friends (except for the Wagners) and we are close to our activities. We are also very close to Harry's daycare, so he spends less time in the car. I see more friends and do things, like work out with them. The energy here is positive, and I love it!
Also good is my new job. It seems that the old job is down about 50 CRAs (I am told)...out of only 300. That's a big percentage. And that doesn't count managers who have left. I was really busy there, my manager was awful, things were chaotic...even though the company made their ISO 9000 (or whatever), made Businessweek's Top 40 small businesses, went public...good for them, bad for us! The new job...people work together, the company's goal is to communicate, the CEO wants us to call him to provide feedback. Of course, I am not very busy right now. Things could change...but I am using the time to get off on the right foot.
I was looking over our performance goals, and I decided one by one I would aim for an "outstanding" in each of them. Understand, this is a work in progress! I have only gotten to the second one so far.
Yesterday, while at brunch with strangers (Kevin, Harry, my godparents, my dad, his friend, her brother, his wife and her mother) I decided to work on this. The friend's brother's wife's mother was an interesting person. I decided to tell her so. I'd like to think that after that, the entire group mood changed. Suddenly everyone seemed more friendly, more open. Maybe it was just my perspective. Maybe I just made a difference overall. I do know that the woman, Celia, seemed delighted. Her eyes got big and she claimed she was only interesting because of the person she was talking to (me). Anyway, I think I passed the first test. I just need to keep it up.
I think I need to keep this up at home too. Kevin and I have started to argue now and then. I am sure it is because we are tired. It is just cranky, snappy stuff, but Harry doesn't know that. He just doesn't like it. He is going to grow up to be Chandler Bing. If we argue and he hear's it, he either shows those dimples, or gets up and gives us both a hug...it is way adorable, but a little bit disturbing just the same. We need to stop this before he pulls out a whole tap dance routine!
So, if anyone finds I am not communicating well with you, please let me know!
Next week: Integrity and Professionalism. I will let you know how that goes!
Well, it is not unpack boxes!
I have been enjoying the changes in my life.
The home move was a great one.
We were really happy in Delray. It was a great location. When we moved to Cavalier Drive, it just didn't work for us. With one or two exceptions, our neighbors weren't freindly. There weren't a lot of active people near us. We were pretty far from the places we like to go. Now, we have friendly neighbors. We have active people around us. We are close to friends (except for the Wagners) and we are close to our activities. We are also very close to Harry's daycare, so he spends less time in the car. I see more friends and do things, like work out with them. The energy here is positive, and I love it!
Also good is my new job. It seems that the old job is down about 50 CRAs (I am told)...out of only 300. That's a big percentage. And that doesn't count managers who have left. I was really busy there, my manager was awful, things were chaotic...even though the company made their ISO 9000 (or whatever), made Businessweek's Top 40 small businesses, went public...good for them, bad for us! The new job...people work together, the company's goal is to communicate, the CEO wants us to call him to provide feedback. Of course, I am not very busy right now. Things could change...but I am using the time to get off on the right foot.
I was looking over our performance goals, and I decided one by one I would aim for an "outstanding" in each of them. Understand, this is a work in progress! I have only gotten to the second one so far.
- Ability to communicate clearly and conciesly at all levels
Yesterday, while at brunch with strangers (Kevin, Harry, my godparents, my dad, his friend, her brother, his wife and her mother) I decided to work on this. The friend's brother's wife's mother was an interesting person. I decided to tell her so. I'd like to think that after that, the entire group mood changed. Suddenly everyone seemed more friendly, more open. Maybe it was just my perspective. Maybe I just made a difference overall. I do know that the woman, Celia, seemed delighted. Her eyes got big and she claimed she was only interesting because of the person she was talking to (me). Anyway, I think I passed the first test. I just need to keep it up.
I think I need to keep this up at home too. Kevin and I have started to argue now and then. I am sure it is because we are tired. It is just cranky, snappy stuff, but Harry doesn't know that. He just doesn't like it. He is going to grow up to be Chandler Bing. If we argue and he hear's it, he either shows those dimples, or gets up and gives us both a hug...it is way adorable, but a little bit disturbing just the same. We need to stop this before he pulls out a whole tap dance routine!
So, if anyone finds I am not communicating well with you, please let me know!
- Is a team player; collaboration
Next week: Integrity and Professionalism. I will let you know how that goes!
Friday, October 07, 2005
Hello from BabyCenter!
You're probably spending a lot of time trying to figure out what your child says, but does your toddler understand everything you say? Speak in clear, simple sentences if you want to make sure you're getting your point across. Hearing and language development are inextricably linked, which is why you may want to have your child's hearing tested if you find that she's not talking as much or as well as her peers or can't follow simple instructions from you such as "Put the doll back in the toy box" or "Pick up the ball and give it to me." Your next well-child appointment is a good time to talk to your pediatrician about any of your concerns.
Hmmm....I've been pretty excited lately since it seems that except when he is frustrated, we can understand nearly everything Harry has to say. Leanne Kaplan recommended a book a while back: The Happiest Toddler on the Block. I think it has been highly effective. The book stresses "caveman talk," which Kevin was very against at first. He still makes fun of me now and then. In my opinion, Harry not only understands more of what we say because of this, I think he knows more words... at least what words are important to use to get your point across.
Toddler Tracker Survey: 17 months, week 3
Can your child combine words into simple sentences? For boys: Can your child combine words into simple sentences?
No, he still can't say more than a few words clearly.
No, but he speaks clearly and has a large vocabulary.
Yes, two words ("Me drink," for example).
Yes, three words ("Me drink milk," for example).
Yes, four words or more.
First off, most of me is appalled that Baby Center does these polls...But the little evil side of me likes that Harry usually measures up well against the competition. For this drill, i was worried. I checked that he speaks clearly and has a large vocabulary. This didn't seem so good. He is on the verge of using multiple words (Addy Up!, BeeLee No!, Mom Iaper!) but he is not there yet.
Q: For boys: Can your child combine words into simple sentences?
No, he still can't say more than a few words clearly.
58%
No, but he speaks clearly and has a large vocabulary.
17%
Yes, two words ("Me drink," for example).
16%
Yes, three words ("Me drink milk," for example).
7%
Yes, four words or more.
2%
Well, it seems no one is really there yet, and most kids only say a few words.
Don't worry, I am not one of those Stage Moms or Montgomery County Soccer Moms, I just want Harry to work hard, think things through, and have a sense of accomplishment throughout his life. We are not aiming for Harvard or the NHL, just a full, happy life that allows Harry to make his own choices.
You're probably spending a lot of time trying to figure out what your child says, but does your toddler understand everything you say? Speak in clear, simple sentences if you want to make sure you're getting your point across. Hearing and language development are inextricably linked, which is why you may want to have your child's hearing tested if you find that she's not talking as much or as well as her peers or can't follow simple instructions from you such as "Put the doll back in the toy box" or "Pick up the ball and give it to me." Your next well-child appointment is a good time to talk to your pediatrician about any of your concerns.
Hmmm....I've been pretty excited lately since it seems that except when he is frustrated, we can understand nearly everything Harry has to say. Leanne Kaplan recommended a book a while back: The Happiest Toddler on the Block. I think it has been highly effective. The book stresses "caveman talk," which Kevin was very against at first. He still makes fun of me now and then. In my opinion, Harry not only understands more of what we say because of this, I think he knows more words... at least what words are important to use to get your point across.
Toddler Tracker Survey: 17 months, week 3
Can your child combine words into simple sentences? For boys: Can your child combine words into simple sentences?
No, he still can't say more than a few words clearly.
No, but he speaks clearly and has a large vocabulary.
Yes, two words ("Me drink," for example).
Yes, three words ("Me drink milk," for example).
Yes, four words or more.
First off, most of me is appalled that Baby Center does these polls...But the little evil side of me likes that Harry usually measures up well against the competition. For this drill, i was worried. I checked that he speaks clearly and has a large vocabulary. This didn't seem so good. He is on the verge of using multiple words (Addy Up!, BeeLee No!, Mom Iaper!) but he is not there yet.
Q: For boys: Can your child combine words into simple sentences?
No, he still can't say more than a few words clearly.
58%
No, but he speaks clearly and has a large vocabulary.
17%
Yes, two words ("Me drink," for example).
16%
Yes, three words ("Me drink milk," for example).
7%
Yes, four words or more.
2%
Well, it seems no one is really there yet, and most kids only say a few words.
Don't worry, I am not one of those Stage Moms or Montgomery County Soccer Moms, I just want Harry to work hard, think things through, and have a sense of accomplishment throughout his life. We are not aiming for Harvard or the NHL, just a full, happy life that allows Harry to make his own choices.
Many of you may already be blatantly aware of how big a fan I am of Google Maps (and subsequently Google Earth), and I also am amazed at how people have time & inclination to hack the web applications and customize them for their own liking, but here's a concept I've been hoping was going to come for some time...
GOOGLE PEDOMETER
You can pick your own route and calculate mileage, and then even print your own map!
So if you want to figure out how far you just walked/ran/biked/rollerblading/whatever-ed, you just click in the points and it keeps counting them all up.
Did I mention you can do it for just about anywhere in the world?
Don't remember the street names when you went for a jog in San Diego? Switch over to Satellite mode, and go by landmarks!!
VERY COOL!!
GOOGLE PEDOMETER
You can pick your own route and calculate mileage, and then even print your own map!
So if you want to figure out how far you just walked/ran/biked/rollerblading/whatever-ed, you just click in the points and it keeps counting them all up.
Did I mention you can do it for just about anywhere in the world?
Don't remember the street names when you went for a jog in San Diego? Switch over to Satellite mode, and go by landmarks!!
VERY COOL!!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Not just another birthday...
After a realtively normal day yesterday, got to spend the evening with Kim attending the Washington Capitals opening night gmae against the Columbus Blue Jackets. First game strictly as a sepctator since 2002 I believe.
I had a great time, and dare I say that I think Kim did too. Huge thanks to Becky for coming down to hang out with Harry whilst he screamed his head off after we left, only to ask to be put to bed around 5:40 (you may recall he's usually up until 7 or 7:30).
Huge thanks also to Uncle Kris for the tickets & parking pass... and for the recognition at the arena.
Photo Credit: Eric Garvey
Speaking of recognition, there's always something to be said of being recognized. From the guy in the parking garage who helped me out when one of his co-workers decided to let my old car bash into one of the pillars in MCI Center, to none other than "Big Tim" the dreadlocked security guard. Nothing like a big smile and "...hey I haven't seen you in a while" to make your night.
While I do miss being at the arena, and I do miss the actoin (FYI, rookie phenom Alexander Ovechkin had 2 goals in his NHL debut), it's nice being there because we want to be, rather than we HAVE to be.
Hopefully when I get to take Harry for his first game on Monday afternoon (seems daycare gets all of the Bank holidays off), he'll want to be there as well... as evidence, he's already been welcomed with open arms, even if they were a few days early!
After a realtively normal day yesterday, got to spend the evening with Kim attending the Washington Capitals opening night gmae against the Columbus Blue Jackets. First game strictly as a sepctator since 2002 I believe.
I had a great time, and dare I say that I think Kim did too. Huge thanks to Becky for coming down to hang out with Harry whilst he screamed his head off after we left, only to ask to be put to bed around 5:40 (you may recall he's usually up until 7 or 7:30).
Huge thanks also to Uncle Kris for the tickets & parking pass... and for the recognition at the arena.
Photo Credit: Eric GarveySpeaking of recognition, there's always something to be said of being recognized. From the guy in the parking garage who helped me out when one of his co-workers decided to let my old car bash into one of the pillars in MCI Center, to none other than "Big Tim" the dreadlocked security guard. Nothing like a big smile and "...hey I haven't seen you in a while" to make your night.
While I do miss being at the arena, and I do miss the actoin (FYI, rookie phenom Alexander Ovechkin had 2 goals in his NHL debut), it's nice being there because we want to be, rather than we HAVE to be.
Hopefully when I get to take Harry for his first game on Monday afternoon (seems daycare gets all of the Bank holidays off), he'll want to be there as well... as evidence, he's already been welcomed with open arms, even if they were a few days early!
Photo Credit: Eric Garvey
Sunny Day!
I am happy to report that to Tara's potential dismay, I finally taught my boy how to watch television!
Yes, I've read the reports. I grew up watching countless hours myself and am aware of the costs. I ran research experiments on the effects of TV while in college. I've had the conversation re: TV pros and cons with many over the years. Some of those folks were psychiatrists. Some parents. Some teachers. I told Kelly (mother of two) about this today. She was happy for me and recognizes television benefits. Her kids watch TV, play sports a nd read books.
Harry is no couch potato. When I say he watches TV, it is just slightly longer than the intro song to Sesame Street. After about 4 minutes, he gets up, *turns off the TV, closes the cabinet, and goes about his business.
***Along with closing up the TV, Harry can also fetch. He can get his shoes, he can find Grandmom and give her a kiss goodbye, he can retrieve a diaper and close the drawer...he knows what almost everything is now...including Bailey's feet which he is not supposed to touch!
I am happy to report that to Tara's potential dismay, I finally taught my boy how to watch television!
Yes, I've read the reports. I grew up watching countless hours myself and am aware of the costs. I ran research experiments on the effects of TV while in college. I've had the conversation re: TV pros and cons with many over the years. Some of those folks were psychiatrists. Some parents. Some teachers. I told Kelly (mother of two) about this today. She was happy for me and recognizes television benefits. Her kids watch TV, play sports a nd read books.
Harry is no couch potato. When I say he watches TV, it is just slightly longer than the intro song to Sesame Street. After about 4 minutes, he gets up, *turns off the TV, closes the cabinet, and goes about his business.
***Along with closing up the TV, Harry can also fetch. He can get his shoes, he can find Grandmom and give her a kiss goodbye, he can retrieve a diaper and close the drawer...he knows what almost everything is now...including Bailey's feet which he is not supposed to touch!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Pigs.
Often a conversation topic, though I prefer monkeys myself.
I usually give out monkeys at holidays, or frogs, or roosters.
I had a friend who used to like pigs, and I recently learned Lance's aunt, Amber, does as well.
I also learned that pigs do not sweat, so the phrase "sweating like a pig" doesn't mean a whole lot. I suppose pigs are a cousin to the boar. I was afraid we would be attacked by them in Hawaii, but it turned out to be hundreds of birds instead. My dad is waiting for his boar's head now. Once it arrives, I will no longer visit the inside of his home! Yuck!
The pigs I write about today,though, are the ceramic variety. Harry was gifted 3 pigs and one car before and after his birth. He got his first piggy bank from Molly, another from the Wagners that included his name and all of his birth facts, and a monogrammed one for his birthday from the Artmans. He also got a car bank from his Grandma Patty.
Maura Artman saw the cool bank the elder Wagners (a.k.a. Uncle Kris's parents) got for Harry while it was displayed at his baby blessing, and filed it away as a cool gift idea! We still thought it was a great idea when he received the 3rd pig for his birthday. (She had forgotten where she originally came up with the idea!) They have all proved useful! We now have them displayed all over the house, anywhere spare change might accumulate. I took the contents of two of the banks to Chevy Chase today. They weren't even the full ones, but Harry made nearly $80! It is now earning interest in his bank account, and eventually in a higher yielding investment to be saved for his education. We do this annually after his birthday. He has far more money than Kevin or I do, since he has no ATM card. And since he freeloads.
I used to use all of that change. Just ask the pizza guy! Tossing it in the bank seems more beneficial. A lot of commercial banks have those quick change machines now. If not for yourself, why not save it up and send it all to a charity...or for a much needed vacation? Amazing how much accumulates.
Harry's bank gifts have definitely given back!
Thanks everyone!
Often a conversation topic, though I prefer monkeys myself.
I usually give out monkeys at holidays, or frogs, or roosters.
I had a friend who used to like pigs, and I recently learned Lance's aunt, Amber, does as well.
I also learned that pigs do not sweat, so the phrase "sweating like a pig" doesn't mean a whole lot. I suppose pigs are a cousin to the boar. I was afraid we would be attacked by them in Hawaii, but it turned out to be hundreds of birds instead. My dad is waiting for his boar's head now. Once it arrives, I will no longer visit the inside of his home! Yuck!
The pigs I write about today,though, are the ceramic variety. Harry was gifted 3 pigs and one car before and after his birth. He got his first piggy bank from Molly, another from the Wagners that included his name and all of his birth facts, and a monogrammed one for his birthday from the Artmans. He also got a car bank from his Grandma Patty.
Maura Artman saw the cool bank the elder Wagners (a.k.a. Uncle Kris's parents) got for Harry while it was displayed at his baby blessing, and filed it away as a cool gift idea! We still thought it was a great idea when he received the 3rd pig for his birthday. (She had forgotten where she originally came up with the idea!) They have all proved useful! We now have them displayed all over the house, anywhere spare change might accumulate. I took the contents of two of the banks to Chevy Chase today. They weren't even the full ones, but Harry made nearly $80! It is now earning interest in his bank account, and eventually in a higher yielding investment to be saved for his education. We do this annually after his birthday. He has far more money than Kevin or I do, since he has no ATM card. And since he freeloads.
I used to use all of that change. Just ask the pizza guy! Tossing it in the bank seems more beneficial. A lot of commercial banks have those quick change machines now. If not for yourself, why not save it up and send it all to a charity...or for a much needed vacation? Amazing how much accumulates.
Harry's bank gifts have definitely given back!
Thanks everyone!
Monday, October 03, 2005
The part of my brain that deals with the rules of poetry is archived in some dusty part of my brain, but while sorting through some files, I came across the following:
Baggage Claim
Aesthetic Beauty
As I listen to words about Basal Ganglia and frontal lobes, I use my long term memory skills to think back to Grade 3 concussions and memory loss. Clean architectural lines. Lost flower power. Sitting in a bright teal room trimmed with gold and Greek statues, murals on the wall. My brain is moving.
Homefront.
Harry Moving Boxes.
Playhouse on it's way.
Bailey Queen of Castle.
New Neighbors & Old.
Overview Courses-
A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing. ADHD- stuff I know about - I become aware, others don't- but we're the ones who keep quiet.
I found it strangely poetic. The part that is music to my ears though: I wrote this while at PRA's CRA days and also less than a week removed from the misery I call my old neighbors. Life has improved and that crazy depressed part of my brain that thinks it is creative is once again sleeping. I am still a big fan of baggage claim though, especially when it is crowded and Tetris like.
Baggage Claim
Aesthetic Beauty
As I listen to words about Basal Ganglia and frontal lobes, I use my long term memory skills to think back to Grade 3 concussions and memory loss. Clean architectural lines. Lost flower power. Sitting in a bright teal room trimmed with gold and Greek statues, murals on the wall. My brain is moving.
Homefront.
Harry Moving Boxes.
Playhouse on it's way.
Bailey Queen of Castle.
New Neighbors & Old.
Overview Courses-
A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing. ADHD- stuff I know about - I become aware, others don't- but we're the ones who keep quiet.
I found it strangely poetic. The part that is music to my ears though: I wrote this while at PRA's CRA days and also less than a week removed from the misery I call my old neighbors. Life has improved and that crazy depressed part of my brain that thinks it is creative is once again sleeping. I am still a big fan of baggage claim though, especially when it is crowded and Tetris like.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Army 11 Miler
Today was a beautiful day for a run- mine just ended up being a little bit longer than expected. Due to a breach in security (bomb on 14th street bridge) the Army re-routed the annual race...and threw in an extra mile and a half or so for good measure. Ce la vie. I needed to train a bit better anyway.
It seems Lola ran her race in under two hours! Serious kudos. I waived Tara ahead at the 5 mile mark, but we both finished at just over 2 hours. Tara and I ran at about a 10 minute pace with a potty break and some walks at the water stations. After 5 I slowed to a 12 but maintained the pace without a break...even when the finish line was not around the corner.
It sucks a bit to no longer be a running goddess (or at least someone who could keep up with her friends) but I did have a baby, sprain my ankle, and overall lack the motivation to get out and train. Glad I got out there today though. I am feeling a lot better about "The Marathon" that looms on the horizon.
Nothing like a long run to get to know your city and yourself, even if it is just a revised course. My first run was the Marine Corps Marathon...1997 maybe? The year Glenn turned 40. The scenary has changed since then. There is a new World War II Memorial that is just breathtaking to run past. There is also the Native American Museum. DC is a gorgeous city, and I am very spoiled to be able to run here. It is something I dreamed about as a high school senior, back before I realized that goals are more useful than dreams.
I also got to consider myself a bit. I remembered why I run. I remembered how to run.
Started thinking about Harry and the Panda suit he will wear at this year's MCM. Last year he went out dressed as a Monkey and got lots of high fives. I imagine this year there will be even more, as he dresses like one of the district's symbols (little will the crowd know that it is really a tribute to Uncle Kris's Panda-Poo Tees!). I am sure he will also spend several hours saying hi to folks as they pass. I hope he doesn't cry when he sees me and I keep going.
Harry in costume at the marathon is becoming a tradition. It's his parade. Kevin has pictures in clown suits at Mardi Gras while I strutted around with Mummers. I was even younger than Harry at my first Mummers Parade, but I remember it vividly- at least, I remember lots of big people enjoying the treats at my grandparents' New Year's party, which happened to be on the parade route. I also remember giant Ernie and Bert from Sesame Street. I wonder what Harry will remember?
Panda Poo will not be Harry's only costume this year. I happened across a picture of a Pirate holding Mardi Gras beads---one of Harry's most favorite things! He has about 4 days of costume wearing to look forward to, so we will alternate. Hoping to take Harry and Lance to teh zoo sometime later to run around in their animal costumes!
Need to sign off now. Truly exhausted. In addition to the race, Harry and I visited the Brockway girls, and we later headed to the old 'hood to BBQ with Dan and Janie and Laura (and Abby!-her dog). Excellent food and great company! Exhausted now though! Hope I can move tomorrow!
Today was a beautiful day for a run- mine just ended up being a little bit longer than expected. Due to a breach in security (bomb on 14th street bridge) the Army re-routed the annual race...and threw in an extra mile and a half or so for good measure. Ce la vie. I needed to train a bit better anyway.
It seems Lola ran her race in under two hours! Serious kudos. I waived Tara ahead at the 5 mile mark, but we both finished at just over 2 hours. Tara and I ran at about a 10 minute pace with a potty break and some walks at the water stations. After 5 I slowed to a 12 but maintained the pace without a break...even when the finish line was not around the corner.
It sucks a bit to no longer be a running goddess (or at least someone who could keep up with her friends) but I did have a baby, sprain my ankle, and overall lack the motivation to get out and train. Glad I got out there today though. I am feeling a lot better about "The Marathon" that looms on the horizon.
Nothing like a long run to get to know your city and yourself, even if it is just a revised course. My first run was the Marine Corps Marathon...1997 maybe? The year Glenn turned 40. The scenary has changed since then. There is a new World War II Memorial that is just breathtaking to run past. There is also the Native American Museum. DC is a gorgeous city, and I am very spoiled to be able to run here. It is something I dreamed about as a high school senior, back before I realized that goals are more useful than dreams.
I also got to consider myself a bit. I remembered why I run. I remembered how to run.
Started thinking about Harry and the Panda suit he will wear at this year's MCM. Last year he went out dressed as a Monkey and got lots of high fives. I imagine this year there will be even more, as he dresses like one of the district's symbols (little will the crowd know that it is really a tribute to Uncle Kris's Panda-Poo Tees!). I am sure he will also spend several hours saying hi to folks as they pass. I hope he doesn't cry when he sees me and I keep going.
Harry in costume at the marathon is becoming a tradition. It's his parade. Kevin has pictures in clown suits at Mardi Gras while I strutted around with Mummers. I was even younger than Harry at my first Mummers Parade, but I remember it vividly- at least, I remember lots of big people enjoying the treats at my grandparents' New Year's party, which happened to be on the parade route. I also remember giant Ernie and Bert from Sesame Street. I wonder what Harry will remember?
Panda Poo will not be Harry's only costume this year. I happened across a picture of a Pirate holding Mardi Gras beads---one of Harry's most favorite things! He has about 4 days of costume wearing to look forward to, so we will alternate. Hoping to take Harry and Lance to teh zoo sometime later to run around in their animal costumes!
Need to sign off now. Truly exhausted. In addition to the race, Harry and I visited the Brockway girls, and we later headed to the old 'hood to BBQ with Dan and Janie and Laura (and Abby!-her dog). Excellent food and great company! Exhausted now though! Hope I can move tomorrow!
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