From weekend of 7/13/07 -7/15/07 - Twin Lakes, MI
Got lost on friday the 13th, 11pm, SW MI, trying to get to a house I've been to several times before.
Seems there are no street lights, and few street signs in the middle of nowhere, SW MI, and good luck with the cell signal.
thank goodness I had my very pregnant wife with me, to add just a little more pressure....
I was almost desperate enough to stop in a bar we passed, walk in, say "Hi, i'm one of those FIP's you all love to hate, and I'm lost, who wants to help me out?" almost, but not quite. made it eventually, I'd say we took the scenic route, but it was too dark to see anything.
woke up early saturday morning.
Real early.
Seemed the dog wanted to be let out of the bedroom. the sun was almost up, my wife had just recently gotten back to sleep, so I figured I'd get up with the dog.
Not another soul was stirring at 6am, EST, which is saying something, as there were aprox 12 adults and 10 children on the premises.
That's a lot of possible stirring souls...
I had brought a pole and 1/2 dozen surface lures with me, with the assumption that I'd probably get 1/2 hour of solitary quiet dock-time in, if I was lucky. I tied on a frog patterned hula popper, started the coffee pot, and waited for someone else to get out of bed, so they could hang with the dog.
Dog + lake does not = quiet solitary dock fishing.
Finally I was sprung, when my 7 year old nephew came in from tent sleeping. he gave me a hug. I offered him a cup of coffee. He thought I was hilarious. "OK, how about a chocolate chip cookie?" he took one. "Y'know, they tast great, with a cup of coffee."
He rolled his eyes at me.
I get this a lot.
Got cereal bowls down for the parade of children who seem to have all woke up at the same time, left the milk on the table, and scooted.
walking onto the dock, looking out at the weed beds beyond its' end as I stepped onto it, I spooked 1/2 dozen bass that were hanging out under a paddle boat, 2 feet from shore, in about 8 inches of water.
sonofa.......
Put down my coffee, began casting. Immediately had a fish on, and lost it. 2 minutes later, another fish on, another fish lost, another sip of coffee.
Many small bodies and a couple larger ones start filing out the kitchen door onto the porch, clutching individually sized boxes of fruit loops, coffee cups...
Time was running out for happy quiet dock time....
Another fish one, and I landed it. Smallmouth. 9 inches. Nephew sees me doing this, came running out to see it.
I would have let him release it, except - still clutching the fruit loops.
All the sudden, the fishing pole became a child magnet.
I continued to cast, as I heard the re-telling of a children story, where the main character hooked something big, but didn't know what it was.
It ended up being a turtle. Good story. I've actually done this.
I had another fish on, but wasn't giving it my full concentration... fish off. Child #2, who was all of about three years old, saw my lure, and praised me for catching a frog. Had to explain that it wasn't a real frog, and I didn't catch it.. I cast again, I reel in again.
"did you catch one?"
No, kiddo, not this time. Two more kids showed up on the shore, brandishing what appeared to be butterfly nets. "we'll help you catch some!" they said, approaching the waters edge.
"hey, that'll be great! how about you wait a couple more minutes though, OK?"
I cast out, watch a couple very small bass swat at my lure on the retrieve, which was not hard to see, because I was fishing in a about 18 inches of water.
The kids all made noise when this happened. I finish reeling in. "Did you catch one?" "no I didn't, young lady." "I'm not a young lady, I'm a girl!"
"how about I just call you Emily?"
"OK! how come you're not catching any fish?"
I'm sure I don't know.
And that, my friends, is my fishing report from Big Twin lake, Mi. And, I must confess: It was a blast. Except I couldn't talk any of them into getting me a re-fill on the coffee whle I was standing out there. Maybe next time...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
thoughts on driving through memphis
I'm traveling to new orleans soon, on business.
An old friend, who's afraid of flying, asked how I was getting down there.
Flying, of course.
Told her that I'd flown many times, and also driven through Memphis many times, and i find driving through Memphis to be more harrowing.
Which got me to thinkin' back....
Memphis.
Ah, Memphis.
A city known for social disease, vehicular homicides, and crimes against women.
I'm not making this up. these were factors that helped the city make the 10 worst places to live for women, a couple years back.
As outlined in Guns and Garden magazine.
Ok, I made that part up. Not the name of the magazine, it's a real magazine (see previous posts). But the article was actually in US News Report or something similar.
Memphis: Also known for good BBQ, Elvis, Sun Records, and one really good radio station, so it has it's good points, too.
Anyhow:
First time I drove through Memphis, we stopped for breakfast up the street from Graceland. It was about around 2am.
The woman working the grill at the Gridiron cafe (where Elvis used to go when he'd sneak out for peanut butter banana snandwiches, it said on the wall there) told us right off that she was into her third straight shift, cuz noone else showed up. She'd been taking orders and cooking for almost 24 hours straight.
And it was right out of My Cousin Vinny. We put our orders in, she turned around, got a big scoop of lard out of can, and threw it on the grill.
We'd been driving for many hours, so thought to relieve ourselves.
the men's room door was blocked.
With a body.
The body spoke to us when we tried to open the door.
"Use the other one" a demonic sounding voice croaked up at us from the bathroom floor.
A fine idea! Thanks for suggesting it.
Best part of that first drive through Memphis, besides the company I kept, was the security guard that came speeding up to us when we got out of the car at the gates of Graceland. We figured he was there to chase us away.
It WAS 3am after all.
He was a lonely soul, it turns out, and was happy for the company. Somewhere there are pictures of the me and my companions, posing in front of the Graceland sign.
At 3:00am.
In the rain.
2nd drive through Memphis was on the return trip home. We got sideswiped by a semi. That left a mark.
This was almost 12 years ago. I've likely driven through Memphis a dozen and a half times since then.
Each way.
It's the only city I've ever driven through, where you have to exit the highway 2x, to... stay on the highway.
I've seen semi tractor trailers lying upside down in the middle of an off-ramp. not tipped over, not rolled and mushed. Upside down, clean and neat. Like it was picked up by a giant hand, and turned over, and put gently back down.
Not surprisingly, there were a number of people standing around it, scratching their heads.
Only city in which I've consistently either missed or almost missed the exact same exit?
Memphis.
An exit, by the way, that you MUST take, to...remain on the highway you're already driving on.
The one time thus far in my life that my engine light's gone on, while on a big road trip?
7am on a Sunday morning in, drumroll please..... Memphis.
And just what do you suppose you can do about an engine light, at 7am on a sunday morning in Memphis?
Keep driving, of course. Always the best choice, when considering options in Memphis.
This is why we call my sister, every single time we make it through Memphis unscathed. She was driving when the semi hit us, all those trips ago. It's kind of a joke now, a joke that just never gets old.
"hello?"
"We made it through memphis!!!!"
"yay!"
An old friend, who's afraid of flying, asked how I was getting down there.
Flying, of course.
Told her that I'd flown many times, and also driven through Memphis many times, and i find driving through Memphis to be more harrowing.
Which got me to thinkin' back....
Memphis.
Ah, Memphis.
A city known for social disease, vehicular homicides, and crimes against women.
I'm not making this up. these were factors that helped the city make the 10 worst places to live for women, a couple years back.
As outlined in Guns and Garden magazine.
Ok, I made that part up. Not the name of the magazine, it's a real magazine (see previous posts). But the article was actually in US News Report or something similar.
Memphis: Also known for good BBQ, Elvis, Sun Records, and one really good radio station, so it has it's good points, too.
Anyhow:
First time I drove through Memphis, we stopped for breakfast up the street from Graceland. It was about around 2am.
The woman working the grill at the Gridiron cafe (where Elvis used to go when he'd sneak out for peanut butter banana snandwiches, it said on the wall there) told us right off that she was into her third straight shift, cuz noone else showed up. She'd been taking orders and cooking for almost 24 hours straight.
And it was right out of My Cousin Vinny. We put our orders in, she turned around, got a big scoop of lard out of can, and threw it on the grill.
We'd been driving for many hours, so thought to relieve ourselves.
the men's room door was blocked.
With a body.
The body spoke to us when we tried to open the door.
"Use the other one" a demonic sounding voice croaked up at us from the bathroom floor.
A fine idea! Thanks for suggesting it.
Best part of that first drive through Memphis, besides the company I kept, was the security guard that came speeding up to us when we got out of the car at the gates of Graceland. We figured he was there to chase us away.
It WAS 3am after all.
He was a lonely soul, it turns out, and was happy for the company. Somewhere there are pictures of the me and my companions, posing in front of the Graceland sign.
At 3:00am.
In the rain.
2nd drive through Memphis was on the return trip home. We got sideswiped by a semi. That left a mark.
This was almost 12 years ago. I've likely driven through Memphis a dozen and a half times since then.
Each way.
It's the only city I've ever driven through, where you have to exit the highway 2x, to... stay on the highway.
I've seen semi tractor trailers lying upside down in the middle of an off-ramp. not tipped over, not rolled and mushed. Upside down, clean and neat. Like it was picked up by a giant hand, and turned over, and put gently back down.
Not surprisingly, there were a number of people standing around it, scratching their heads.
Only city in which I've consistently either missed or almost missed the exact same exit?
Memphis.
An exit, by the way, that you MUST take, to...remain on the highway you're already driving on.
The one time thus far in my life that my engine light's gone on, while on a big road trip?
7am on a Sunday morning in, drumroll please..... Memphis.
And just what do you suppose you can do about an engine light, at 7am on a sunday morning in Memphis?
Keep driving, of course. Always the best choice, when considering options in Memphis.
This is why we call my sister, every single time we make it through Memphis unscathed. She was driving when the semi hit us, all those trips ago. It's kind of a joke now, a joke that just never gets old.
"hello?"
"We made it through memphis!!!!"
"yay!"
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
both tids AND bits
Was reading our local village newspaper this morning while eating a bowl of cheerios. A paper largely devoid of any real news.
It leads with announcing what student won a green competition, and listing info about chamber of commerce dinner.
Best part of the paper is the police column, listing notable arrests.
90% of the weekly list is comprised of South Side Chicago residents being arrested for trying to steal $42.63 worth of merchandise from Evergreen Park's Walmart.
Or $19.37,
or $62.51...
Misdemeanor petty theft, from the cheap-ass department store...
I guess you can steal more for your money, at a place like Walmart.
I can't wait to see THAT ad campaign.
The city of Chicago would not allow Walmart to open a store on it's beleaguered West side, or anywhere else within city limits.
So my village quick stepped up and welcomed Walmart to open a store as close to the city as they possibly could.
It's a mess, not too shockingly. I try not to give Ol' Sam Walton any of my money, on principle.
I avoid this particular Walmart, in particular.
Anyhow... one blotter item piqued my curiosity.
a Nineteen year old village resident was arrested for allegedly (it's always "allegedly" of course) steeling two candy bars, and TWO TUBES OF CREST TOOTHPASTE, from a gas station.
What, no toothbrush?
How's he gonna do a good job on the back teeth, where cavities start, without a good toothbrush?
I'm all for good dental hygiene, especially after eating sugary snacks, so I have to applaud his choices.
Bush leaves office today.
It's kind of a relief, though hollow, due to damage his administration was allowed to do.
I think my daughter said it best, when she said "Bye Bye Poo Poo."
I think she was talking about something else, so context might be different, but sentiment's dead on.
Took my daughter to an "open gym" for toddlers on Sunday, at a nearby racquet club. We walked in, and there are literally hundreds of little kids running around, with their adults in tow.
"Wow" I whispered to my wife.
"This totally reminds me of a dog park."
It was awesome, by the way, and we'll be going back. floor covered in gym mats, trampolines, toys everywhere, balls, frisbees,slides, every piece of gymnastics equipment you can imagine..... awesome.
we had to park two blocks away, which was a bit of a drag on a cold winter afternoon.
And it didn't HAVE to be that way. I do not exaggerate, when I state that 1/10th of the parking spots were wasted in this lot, due to a huge percentage of the parents simply not giving a shit about anyone else. There's simply no other explanation. It was the worst communal parking job we'd ever seen.
Wait there's a spot up there on the.... nope. Ok, over there, in the next aisle....nope
wow, they really took up three spots, how did they do that?
maybe in the last aisle.....nope. But 6 cars in a row did park straight, in angled parking spots. Open gym's only for an hour, time for plan B....
It leads with announcing what student won a green competition, and listing info about chamber of commerce dinner.
Best part of the paper is the police column, listing notable arrests.
90% of the weekly list is comprised of South Side Chicago residents being arrested for trying to steal $42.63 worth of merchandise from Evergreen Park's Walmart.
Or $19.37,
or $62.51...
Misdemeanor petty theft, from the cheap-ass department store...
I guess you can steal more for your money, at a place like Walmart.
I can't wait to see THAT ad campaign.
The city of Chicago would not allow Walmart to open a store on it's beleaguered West side, or anywhere else within city limits.
So my village quick stepped up and welcomed Walmart to open a store as close to the city as they possibly could.
It's a mess, not too shockingly. I try not to give Ol' Sam Walton any of my money, on principle.
I avoid this particular Walmart, in particular.
Anyhow... one blotter item piqued my curiosity.
a Nineteen year old village resident was arrested for allegedly (it's always "allegedly" of course) steeling two candy bars, and TWO TUBES OF CREST TOOTHPASTE, from a gas station.
What, no toothbrush?
How's he gonna do a good job on the back teeth, where cavities start, without a good toothbrush?
I'm all for good dental hygiene, especially after eating sugary snacks, so I have to applaud his choices.
Bush leaves office today.
It's kind of a relief, though hollow, due to damage his administration was allowed to do.
I think my daughter said it best, when she said "Bye Bye Poo Poo."
I think she was talking about something else, so context might be different, but sentiment's dead on.
Took my daughter to an "open gym" for toddlers on Sunday, at a nearby racquet club. We walked in, and there are literally hundreds of little kids running around, with their adults in tow.
"Wow" I whispered to my wife.
"This totally reminds me of a dog park."
It was awesome, by the way, and we'll be going back. floor covered in gym mats, trampolines, toys everywhere, balls, frisbees,slides, every piece of gymnastics equipment you can imagine..... awesome.
we had to park two blocks away, which was a bit of a drag on a cold winter afternoon.
And it didn't HAVE to be that way. I do not exaggerate, when I state that 1/10th of the parking spots were wasted in this lot, due to a huge percentage of the parents simply not giving a shit about anyone else. There's simply no other explanation. It was the worst communal parking job we'd ever seen.
Wait there's a spot up there on the.... nope. Ok, over there, in the next aisle....nope
wow, they really took up three spots, how did they do that?
maybe in the last aisle.....nope. But 6 cars in a row did park straight, in angled parking spots. Open gym's only for an hour, time for plan B....
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Turns out, I'm in violation, of something....I think.
Got an interesting item in the mail yesterday.
A ticket from one of those automated photo-enforcement dealies.
It listed the aprox. address, showed a picture of my car stopped at a red light, and gave reason for ticket simply as "red light violation".
Uh....
So I'm looking at this thing.
First thing I notice is that it's not on letterhead identifying it as being from Chicago PD, or Chicago dept. of Traffic Enforcement.
The letterhead ID's the sender as " REVENUE".
No shit, really? At least they're being honest about it.
So I'm looking at the picture of my car, stopped at a red light, looks like I'm going to turn right.
Then a picture of NO car at the intersection.
Then I look for an explanation of my infraction.
What law did I break?
And..... it doesn't say.
Nowhere on the ticket does it say that I failed to yield, didn't come to a complete stop before turning, my front tire was one inch past the white line, I jaywalked, spat on the sidewalk, removed the tag from my mattress, chewed gum in class.....
So I'm confused. "red light violation" doesn't really explain it, does it? I know I didn't run a red light, as I DONT RUN RED LIGHTS!!!
Especially not in bad weather, on sloppy roads, with a baby in the back seat.
So we'll see what happens when I argue this, via the mail.
I'm bothered by the notion that a random camera that the city leases from a 3rd party company; a company who in turn promises a minimum # of tickets per camera to get the contract, and gets a piece of the proceeds from the tickets; determined me to be guilty until proven innocent, of some inadequately explained breaking of a law.
The internet is full of stories of these cameras being vandalized, and a growing movement to get them banned in various states and locales, and I GET IT.
On the plus side of life, my daughter gave me a kiss goodnight last night. All on her own accord. I asked for a hug before handing her off to her mom to be put to bed, and she gave me one, then puckered up and gave me a smooch. She's 17 months old, this was a first.
She melts my heart, every time.
A ticket from one of those automated photo-enforcement dealies.
It listed the aprox. address, showed a picture of my car stopped at a red light, and gave reason for ticket simply as "red light violation".
Uh....
So I'm looking at this thing.
First thing I notice is that it's not on letterhead identifying it as being from Chicago PD, or Chicago dept. of Traffic Enforcement.
The letterhead ID's the sender as " REVENUE".
No shit, really? At least they're being honest about it.
So I'm looking at the picture of my car, stopped at a red light, looks like I'm going to turn right.
Then a picture of NO car at the intersection.
Then I look for an explanation of my infraction.
What law did I break?
And..... it doesn't say.
Nowhere on the ticket does it say that I failed to yield, didn't come to a complete stop before turning, my front tire was one inch past the white line, I jaywalked, spat on the sidewalk, removed the tag from my mattress, chewed gum in class.....
So I'm confused. "red light violation" doesn't really explain it, does it? I know I didn't run a red light, as I DONT RUN RED LIGHTS!!!
Especially not in bad weather, on sloppy roads, with a baby in the back seat.
So we'll see what happens when I argue this, via the mail.
I'm bothered by the notion that a random camera that the city leases from a 3rd party company; a company who in turn promises a minimum # of tickets per camera to get the contract, and gets a piece of the proceeds from the tickets; determined me to be guilty until proven innocent, of some inadequately explained breaking of a law.
The internet is full of stories of these cameras being vandalized, and a growing movement to get them banned in various states and locales, and I GET IT.
On the plus side of life, my daughter gave me a kiss goodnight last night. All on her own accord. I asked for a hug before handing her off to her mom to be put to bed, and she gave me one, then puckered up and gave me a smooch. She's 17 months old, this was a first.
She melts my heart, every time.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
time for sleep.
Baby stopped sleeping through the night, some time in early to mid November.
I think it was likely when she got sick. She would wake up, we'd say "oh, she's sick" and go trot into her room without waiting to see if she'd go back to sleep.
In our defense, she WAS pretty sick.
Then a long weekend in Atlanta @ family's house, she wakes up, we jump to quiet her so as not to disturb the 13 other people sleeping elsewhere in the house...
and viola, it's 6 weeks later, we've not gotten a good night's sleep, and life's not quite what it should be.
The wife decided a few days ago that she just plain refused to let the baby cry herself back to sleep, which was a bit of a blow.
Cut to last night.
We're lying in bed, after dusting off two different books on infant sleeping that we had purchased a little over a year ago, looking for advice /tips on trying to fix the problem.
The books serve no practical purpose, save for getting us to laugh.
They'd probably also work as a coaster....
The most ridiculous was from the No Cry Sleep Solution. It was a.....nine stage process, I think. Each stage geared toward moving your kid just a liiiiiiiiiiitttttllllleeee bit closer to putting themselves back to sleep unaided.
Nine stages, each additional stage to be obtained VERY gradually.
stage one - do what you're doing now, but for not quite as long. put kid to bed drowsy. if kid reacts poorly, pick her up, and keep doing what you're doing, until you can get her to NOT react poorly when you put her in the crib.
Stage two, shorten it up even more, put kid to bed....pick her up... blah blah etc.
Stage three......
you get the idea.
Stage nine has you standing juuuuuuuuuuuust outside her door, using only verbals to talk her into going back to sleep.
the shear silliness of this cracked us up.
"I think stage 10 would be standing a little further away from the doorway.... stage 11 would be talking her to sleep from the vicinity of the kitchen sink......"
"stage 17 would be from the doorway leading out of the dining room into the hallway"
"stage 21 would be just rolling over in bed, and yelling at her to shut the hell up and go back to sleep. but she won't hear us because she'll be off at college at this point......"
Ironically, we started the sleep training nonsense a year ago today. bought a couple different books before christmas, read up on different ways to get her to sleep in her crib, because she and my wife were not co-sleeping successfully. The books were ridiculous a year ago.
Made us laugh then, too.
The most ridiculous one at THAT time also came from the No Cry Sleep Solution.
Put the baby in the crib, but right next to your bed. gradually move the crib a few inches further from your bed, over time, until it was a few feet away.
By the time it was down the freakin' hall and into the baby's room, she will have been out of it for like...12 years.
"Dad, can I borrow the car, I need to go study at Jennifer's"
"not until you push your crib out of the kitchen and into your room. It's really in the way...."
Anyhow, after shaking our heads at the methods we read a year ago, we decided to just chuck her in the crib and let her cry it out, sleep-training old-school.
And it worked, fairly well, though it was not easy. She gradually started putting herself back to sleep, and doing so quicker and quicker, until we'd get a couple nights a week at least of no waking at all.
Cut again to last night. we gave up on the books, had a good laugh, and went to sleep.
She woke us up at 11:30, I guess, cus I didn't look at the clock. I just know that Wendy had gotten up, and that she woke me at 12:45 to take the baby, cuz she'd been up for over an hour...
I had her asleep 20 minutes later, and got back in bed.
"You win" my wife said.
"I tried one of those suggestions we read tonite, she farted all over it. We can let her cry it out."
A couple hours later, she woke up again, and started her usual hollering. We fell back asleep.
awhile later, we woke up, and there was complete quiet coming from the baby's room.
yes!
So, we'll see what happens next, and how long it will take until we get a full night's sleep again.
Gotta have this sh*t fixed, before she gets old enough to sleep in a regular bed. we really don't want her to be knocking on our door 3 times a night....
I think it was likely when she got sick. She would wake up, we'd say "oh, she's sick" and go trot into her room without waiting to see if she'd go back to sleep.
In our defense, she WAS pretty sick.
Then a long weekend in Atlanta @ family's house, she wakes up, we jump to quiet her so as not to disturb the 13 other people sleeping elsewhere in the house...
and viola, it's 6 weeks later, we've not gotten a good night's sleep, and life's not quite what it should be.
The wife decided a few days ago that she just plain refused to let the baby cry herself back to sleep, which was a bit of a blow.
Cut to last night.
We're lying in bed, after dusting off two different books on infant sleeping that we had purchased a little over a year ago, looking for advice /tips on trying to fix the problem.
The books serve no practical purpose, save for getting us to laugh.
They'd probably also work as a coaster....
The most ridiculous was from the No Cry Sleep Solution. It was a.....nine stage process, I think. Each stage geared toward moving your kid just a liiiiiiiiiiitttttllllleeee bit closer to putting themselves back to sleep unaided.
Nine stages, each additional stage to be obtained VERY gradually.
stage one - do what you're doing now, but for not quite as long. put kid to bed drowsy. if kid reacts poorly, pick her up, and keep doing what you're doing, until you can get her to NOT react poorly when you put her in the crib.
Stage two, shorten it up even more, put kid to bed....pick her up... blah blah etc.
Stage three......
you get the idea.
Stage nine has you standing juuuuuuuuuuuust outside her door, using only verbals to talk her into going back to sleep.
the shear silliness of this cracked us up.
"I think stage 10 would be standing a little further away from the doorway.... stage 11 would be talking her to sleep from the vicinity of the kitchen sink......"
"stage 17 would be from the doorway leading out of the dining room into the hallway"
"stage 21 would be just rolling over in bed, and yelling at her to shut the hell up and go back to sleep. but she won't hear us because she'll be off at college at this point......"
Ironically, we started the sleep training nonsense a year ago today. bought a couple different books before christmas, read up on different ways to get her to sleep in her crib, because she and my wife were not co-sleeping successfully. The books were ridiculous a year ago.
Made us laugh then, too.
The most ridiculous one at THAT time also came from the No Cry Sleep Solution.
Put the baby in the crib, but right next to your bed. gradually move the crib a few inches further from your bed, over time, until it was a few feet away.
By the time it was down the freakin' hall and into the baby's room, she will have been out of it for like...12 years.
"Dad, can I borrow the car, I need to go study at Jennifer's"
"not until you push your crib out of the kitchen and into your room. It's really in the way...."
Anyhow, after shaking our heads at the methods we read a year ago, we decided to just chuck her in the crib and let her cry it out, sleep-training old-school.
And it worked, fairly well, though it was not easy. She gradually started putting herself back to sleep, and doing so quicker and quicker, until we'd get a couple nights a week at least of no waking at all.
Cut again to last night. we gave up on the books, had a good laugh, and went to sleep.
She woke us up at 11:30, I guess, cus I didn't look at the clock. I just know that Wendy had gotten up, and that she woke me at 12:45 to take the baby, cuz she'd been up for over an hour...
I had her asleep 20 minutes later, and got back in bed.
"You win" my wife said.
"I tried one of those suggestions we read tonite, she farted all over it. We can let her cry it out."
A couple hours later, she woke up again, and started her usual hollering. We fell back asleep.
awhile later, we woke up, and there was complete quiet coming from the baby's room.
yes!
So, we'll see what happens next, and how long it will take until we get a full night's sleep again.
Gotta have this sh*t fixed, before she gets old enough to sleep in a regular bed. we really don't want her to be knocking on our door 3 times a night....
Friday, January 2, 2009
Happy...
...New Year.
2008 was not an easy year, but had some very cool moments.
We're hoping 2009 is a very cool year, with only a few un-easy moments.
If we can keep drunk drivers from smashing into our house; emergency room and hospital visits to a minimum; and the wolves from our door in general, we'll consider it a success.
a vacation that includes sufficient amounts of sleep would be extra credit.
Actually being able to use my kayak, would be the cherry on top.
...Birthday to me.
Turned 41 the other day. celebrated it by getting up and coming to work, without waking up my wife or baby; getting to the office to find out that my b-day was completely ignored by my co-workers; going home and opening a few presents, eating leftovers for dinner, and then going to bed, only to get up two hours later when my daughter woke up screaming.
She's done this every night since mid November, not sleeping all the way through in aprox 6-7 weeks.
To say that I'm feeling every one of my 41 years today, would be an understatement.
DID have a few people over for ice cream and opera cake the night before my birthday, which was nice.
...Christmas to all.
my daughter's juuuuuust old enough to kind of "get" christmas.
Certainly understood the new toys were for her.
Was enamored with the nativity we put under the tree, it tended to end up looking like Tokyo, Post-Godzilla.
She thought the baby jesus figurine was the coolest, probably because it was, you know: a baby.
carried it everywhere when we'd let her, which resulted in the following quotes, followed by much laughter.
"don't put our lord and saviour down the ball chute!"
"no, no. You can't put the baby jesus in your poop."
christmas this year also meant lots of hosting of family.
three days / two nights of hosting my folks, and had the family's christmas gathering at our house.
Chaos, anarchy, yelling, messes, lots of cooking, etc.
A good time had by all, but was cool with my folks leaving on the third day.
Just in time for my MIL to arrive for the entire week, 22-26th.
Also harmless, and also glad when she left, just because it meant no more having to entertain anyone.
And I could once again walk naked from my bedroom to the bathroom in the morning.
Some day I'll expound on my theory that ones' day goes downhill the moment one has to put on pants in the morning...
Naked = good.
Pants = bad.
It's a bit more detailed than that, but you get the general idea.
2008 was not an easy year, but had some very cool moments.
We're hoping 2009 is a very cool year, with only a few un-easy moments.
If we can keep drunk drivers from smashing into our house; emergency room and hospital visits to a minimum; and the wolves from our door in general, we'll consider it a success.
a vacation that includes sufficient amounts of sleep would be extra credit.
Actually being able to use my kayak, would be the cherry on top.
...Birthday to me.
Turned 41 the other day. celebrated it by getting up and coming to work, without waking up my wife or baby; getting to the office to find out that my b-day was completely ignored by my co-workers; going home and opening a few presents, eating leftovers for dinner, and then going to bed, only to get up two hours later when my daughter woke up screaming.
She's done this every night since mid November, not sleeping all the way through in aprox 6-7 weeks.
To say that I'm feeling every one of my 41 years today, would be an understatement.
DID have a few people over for ice cream and opera cake the night before my birthday, which was nice.
...Christmas to all.
my daughter's juuuuuust old enough to kind of "get" christmas.
Certainly understood the new toys were for her.
Was enamored with the nativity we put under the tree, it tended to end up looking like Tokyo, Post-Godzilla.
She thought the baby jesus figurine was the coolest, probably because it was, you know: a baby.
carried it everywhere when we'd let her, which resulted in the following quotes, followed by much laughter.
"don't put our lord and saviour down the ball chute!"
"no, no. You can't put the baby jesus in your poop."
christmas this year also meant lots of hosting of family.
three days / two nights of hosting my folks, and had the family's christmas gathering at our house.
Chaos, anarchy, yelling, messes, lots of cooking, etc.
A good time had by all, but was cool with my folks leaving on the third day.
Just in time for my MIL to arrive for the entire week, 22-26th.
Also harmless, and also glad when she left, just because it meant no more having to entertain anyone.
And I could once again walk naked from my bedroom to the bathroom in the morning.
Some day I'll expound on my theory that ones' day goes downhill the moment one has to put on pants in the morning...
Naked = good.
Pants = bad.
It's a bit more detailed than that, but you get the general idea.
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