Thursday, December 17, 2009
Sorry for the absence. We have had computer problems. Hopefully this will give you a Rosalind fix. And about the Christmas cards, we mailed them with no return addresses...or stamps. They might be a bit late since we are starting again.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
As a kid I tormented my parents every thanksgiving over tradition. We had to use the good dishes that stayed in the china cabinet and fold up real cloth napkins and put candles in the middle of the table. I was insistent, and they obliged. Due to a complete lack of chairs or space, we ate this years meal around the coffee table...off of paper plates. I have to admit, it didn't make the food any less tasty and I was pleased with the easier clean up. A successful holiday for us. Hope yours was as well. Now for some pie...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I picked up a David Sedaris book when I was eighteen and needed something to read on my flight to Europe and the subsequent train travel from country to country. Until that point an avid reader of romances and classics from Southern Small Town, USA, I didn't really know what I was looking for at the bookstore. I had long been dissatisfied with what I was reading but had no clue how to go about changing things.
So a rushed trip to a Barnes and Noble and I desperately sought out the Bestsellers aisle. What a novel concept! The title caught my eye, Me Talk Pretty One Day, and that was enough. I bought it and something else I barely recall anymore and threw them into my luggage. I didn't pick it up again until we were on the Chunnel. I remember reading the first story and continually flipping it over and skimming pages. What is this? Is it fiction? Non-fiction? Short stories? I was out of my league. A few more stories in and I was mentally widening my eyes and giggling. The author is gay! Oh my! Then the book started chronicling the authors time living in France. And there I was traveling through France!
Needless to say, on several occasions I was in an absolute fit of tears laughing so hard at his descriptions of rude Americans in Europe or even himself fumbling with language. It was the perfect thing to have stumbled into reading for that trip, but it was also just one of the funnier things I had ever read. I became a Sedaris devotee at that point.
Sergio and I always turn the radio up when we hear Sedaris reading on NPR, no matter how many times we have read the same story. We read all the books. The articles. And for years we have narrowly missed his book tour readings by moving across the country right before or after he has just been somewhere.
Then last Monday Sergio sent me an email saying he had tickets to Walton Arts Center to hear David Sedaris read. He sweetly planned a whole evening, the first real date night we have had since Rosalind's impending existence was known to us. Duck turns out to be one of the best things ever, by the way.
I will never quite recapture what it was to read that book at that time in my life. When I was still so closed off to the world that every page introduced foreign realities. As somebody behind us at the reading pointed out, if there was a liberal in Washington County they were all crowded into the theater that night. Now I know what I am getting into when I read or listen to Sedaris. I am more than happy with that.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
These men and women died on or around November 5, 2009 at Fort Hood, TX.
Michael Grant Cahill
Justin Michael DeCrow
Amy Sue Krueger
Michael S. Pearson
Kham See Xiong
L. Eduardo Caraveo
John P. Gaffaney
Jason Dean Hunt
Aaron Thomas Nemelka
Russell Gilbert Seager
Juanita L. Warman
We lament this loss. My father served in the First Gulf War and I hope he understands my appreciation. America is better because my father is alive, it would be better it these men and women were alive.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
A few of things. First, what if my child had a hard to diagnose illness, do the doctors leave mid-visit because their allotted time is up? Second, I didn’t realize doctors were now factory workers. And lastly, this seems to me to be a perfect example of why our health care system needs some change. I’m not advocating what sort of change, (readers of this blog probably have no doubt how I lean politically, but this isn’t about that) but to me this doesn’t make sense. By all means let me know why this is the best way to go or why I’m wrong, seriously I’m not in this field and I don’t really have the knowledge to make that call.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Another new aspect of the teaching end of homecoming was the "teacher skit" during the pep rally. One of the football coaches recorded a great little song entirely about our specific team and about eight of us teachers performed a dance to it. He rapped it while the other two coaches were his back up "posse." It seemed to go over quite well at the pep rally. The only thing that topped it was the pie in the face competition. The teacher that received the most money in the jar got a pie in the face. I apparently made it into the top few, but lost out to the cheerleading coach/math teacher. She is the perfect combination of loved/hated.
Friday turned out to be a gorgeous early fall day. The perfect football weather. I had promised some students repeatedly that I would go to the game. Sergio and I put Rosalind in her purple Elks finest and went. Other than being a bit on the cold side, it was storybook small town football. Sergio only slightly yelled at a rude fan once. It was justified. Most of my students fawned all over Rosalind. We won.
Teaching is not a bad gig.
All dressed up for the game.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
She is also almost entirely weaned. It happened sort of naturally with me going back to work and the introduction of food. I wanted to make it to six months, but since she seems perfectly content and I can enjoy spicy foods again I am not going to complain.
This morning when I dropped her off at daycare I looked down to see that she had pooped all down my shirt. This made me a few minutes late for morning duty, but it was a heck of an excuse.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
One year ago today Emma was born. We had gone to Little Rock unexpectedly to pick up the Zofran to deal with my terrible, awful, no-good morning sickness. We stayed until Emma showed up. Ever since that day Emma has been bound and determined to keep up with her older siblings in every possible way. This has manifested in walking at eight months and a love for birthday cake that can't be deterred by trash bags. I have a sneaking suspicion Rosalind and Emma will be up to no good together someday. Just a hunch.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
You are a little over five months old and in the last couple of weeks you have absolutely exploded with new talents. Don't get me wrong, you have been growing and changing and learning at a pretty steady rate since you were born. Even with all of that growth, though, you still fit mostly into the category of immobile blob.
You are a lean, mean (chubby, sweet?) baby food eating, rolling over, sleeping in your own bed all night, right on the verge of crawling machine. A lot of this new-found talent can be attributed to day care, and let me just say, you LOVE day care. And they love you. Which makes me happy. You have learned a sort of army crawl that gets you from place to place enough to almost follow the older kids. If you can get your hands, feet, and knees just slightly more coordinated you will be off to the races. In the meantime you do a magnificent push-up.
Since I mentioned the sleeping in your own bed thing I guess I will give the details. You have been a kind of not so great sleeper. You needed to be swaddled and using a pacifier to fall asleep, and then you wanted in our bed after the first wake-up. So I let you. But it was not ideal for either of us. Every time I moved you thought you needed to eat and then you would come unswaddled and get all kicky and punchy. I have been watching you for a couple of weeks now and noticed you don't puke in your sleep anymore and you don't really eat much at night despite the appearance that you do. So we checked out the Ferber book, took away your pacifier and swaddling blanket, and prepared for a crappy night by renting movies and making cocktails. And then you cried halfheartedly for less than fifteen minutes before passing out for five hours. You woke up and cried twice in the night and put yourself back to sleep in under ten minutes. You woke up another four or five times but simply played with your crib toy until you fell back asleep.
You continue to shock me nearly everyday. Last night was the first night I have slept alone in my bed all night since you were born. Joy!
You are great right now. Everyone you meet likes you. You even went to class with daddy one day and made friends with his classmates. I took you to work and you were taken away by some of the coworkers for hours at a time. When they brought you back you were taken over by sixth and seventh graders. The day care gets mad if we hold you out for a day because they miss you. Nobody believes that you were ever intense or unhappy in any way. I don't know how it happened but your father and I somehow produced a people person. Way to go, Rosalind.
(Please, please, please do not let me be jinxing the sleeping thing by writing about it!)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
I, on the other hand, am taking over for a person who had two classrooms. One in the middle school and one in the high school. Through no fault of this person he had to leave them completely as is for me to take over. This means I have to clean 32 years worth of stuff out of TWO classrooms.
Careful what you wish for.
I have been wondering if it is excusable to have students do my filing the first day of school, since I have hardly been able to to look at planning lessons yet. I am thinking that might be frowned upon.
Monday, August 03, 2009
After what seemed like an eternity filled with studying Sergio finally took the Bar Exam last week. If it felt like an eternity to me then I can only imagine what it felt like to Sergio. Though it was a really useful excuse when, say, the baby was crying, or needed a bath, or woke up in the middle of the night.
"But I need to study!"
And I was all set to let him take over some of the baby night duties when he up and got a temporary associate position in the legal department of the largest retailer in the world (yes, we are aware of the irony of him getting this position). So, no night duties for Sergio.
Which brings us to our first (and probably only) visit to a daycare today. It is a little privately run place in a cute bungalow off the square. Only about ten or twelve kids and the first one we saw was running around in a cloth diaper. We had been worried some of the chain daycares wouldn't look too kindly on cloth. It felt like a good place and I think we are going to start her off going one day a week to get used to it. Then when I start substitute teaching or (fingers crossed) get a real teaching job eventually, she will go full time.
There was a time the thought of leaving her for more than an hour or so was almost crippling, but now we both seem ready. She gets bored if it is just the two of us all day, and I can't seem to get much done with her around. I am also hoping someone more strong-willed than me can get her to take a nap all alone and on a regular schedule. My goals in life have shrunk considerably.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
We don't have internet at the house and when we go out in public to get some it is a strange game where one of us keeps Rosalind happy while the other manically fills out job applications and emails cover letters. Not really a situation where we can update the blog at all. Hopefully that can all change fairly soon.
So here are some updates in bullet points. Ah, bullet points...because babies are a time suck.
*Rosalind turned two months old on the 23rd. The second month is a lot more fun than the first. She smiles all the time now. No more looking at each other and asking if we thought that was a smile or not. Now we know. And it is remarkably easy to get her to smile. In fact, sometimes the best way is to leave her alone in the crib looking at her mobile. Then she just grins and coos and has a downright good time. For about twenty minutes. Not that I am complaining. I will take any twenty minutes I can get. She is getting better and better about entertaining herself for awhile here and there. This is good because I was beginning to think I might have to carry her to and from college classes one day. Rosalind also adores being outside. If all of our other tricks fail when she is in a real tizzy, then we take her outside. This has resulted in more than one restaurant meal being abandoned until cold while one of us walks with her outside. She nearly always picks mealtime to be a brat. I could go on and on about all of her newest developments, and I might in a future post, but I will move on for now. Oh, the strangest thing she has learned is the squeal/scream. She sounds like a preteen playing Bloody Mary at a sleepover. She sounds this way when she is both happy and sad. Either way, it is startling.
*Our friends gave us a baby shower not long after we got back. This also deserves its own post with pictures. There were awesome little cupcakes and candy bars with customized Rosalind Cate wrappers. The whole thing was amazing and we have really great friends.
*Sergio began Bar Review courses. I get the idea that these are not very exciting.
*The job hunts continue. We are all about nepotism and calling in favors, so don't be shy if you know anyone. You think I am joking, but I'm not.
*My eight month old niece, Emma, can walk. Obviously she is advanced. We have a video, but not on this computer. Hopefully I can post that soon.
*My other niece, Samantha, turned nine. This makes me very nearly old.
*We watched Sergio's law school graduation online sitting in the parking lot of Atlanta Bread Company. I think I am far more sad than he is that this will be his memory of law school graduation. It was nice to get to see all of our Oregon friends graduate. Congratulations to those of you who read the blog, which I think is just Josh. Hi, Josh! And congratulations to Sergio. I am very proud of you.