Thursday, April 29, 2010

My Foot

My foot has been hurting for two weeks so I finally went to the doctor. She said I have a bunion.  Excellent.  She pointed to be adorable 3-inch BCBG heels and said "nuh-uh".  Instead, she recommended these.  Ugh, I think I'll deal witht he pain.

Drop Side Crib Recall

Today there was another recall on drop side cribs. There have been numerous recalls over the past few years, yet parents continue to use them. Why? As a parent, I do not understand how parents, even educated parents, completely ignore the guidlines that thousands of trained professionals outline to help insure their child's safety! Call me a helicopter parent, or an overprotective parent, but if there is anything I can help prevent my child from being injured or harmed in any way, I am going to do it, regardless of cost or convenience. These things include: a safe sleeping environment (baby in their own sleeping space, firm mattress, no bumpers, cool air, swaddle when little, wearable blankets when older, sleep on their back, NOTHING in the crib until they are a year, and even then, just a light blanket at naptime, and a sturdy side stationary or convertible crib), babyproofing, vaccinations, etc, etc, etc. Sure, accidents happen, and not everyone has the money to replace old furniture, but the government has got to put a ban on allowing these cribs to be sold and re-sold.

Please go here to check frequently for updates on infant and child product safety recall.

I'm stepping off my soap box, now.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Living the residency life

In the three years since I have been married I have had very few weekends with my husband at home to spend quality spousal time with, and in the past two years, family time. The schedule of a medical student then intern / resident is grueling and those scheduling issues quickly spill over into family life. It's not the "Honey, I'll be working a little late" phone call many married people get from time to time. Instead its learning anywhere from a few weeks before to the first day of the month that we'll have one weekend day together the entire month. That every fourth day he'll leave the house long before I wake up, and not arrive home until after 1pm the next day. Let me be honest, those days are rough on both of us.

Despite it all, Mike is a trooper, he wakes up with we come home around 5:30 so he can spend a few hours with Griffin and I before going back to bed after we tuck Griffin in for the night. On top of this crazy schedule and insane amount of hours, he works two side jobs to allow us extra money to indulge in fun activities, buy the grass fed beef I demand to cook with, and just generally keeps us from having to add the worry of "how do we make ends meet" to our already hectic lifestyle. He is awesome that way.

May is on the horizon and it is the very last work-every-weekend, endless-call-shifts, wake-up-at-4am, carry-the-pager-everywhere month of his career with the exception of a couple of weeks of having to carry a pager in about a years time. Let me say that this is making me more than a little excited! Not only because this means that we will be able to plan more than a month in advance, that he can be a part of our holidays again (he missed Thanksgiving and Christmas last year), but that I can feel a little less guilty about asking for "me" time, even for an hour or two on the weekends. There are projects I've wanted to start or finish, but time just does not allow for that very often. I love being creative and making things, but I have fallen off that wagon for a few years now. 
I managed to throw Griffin another pretty awesome, in my opinion, birthday bash, but I have about 20 projects I have sitting, waiting, for some attention! I'm hoping to carve out some time over the next month to finish some things for my friend Elaine's 1st baby girl due in June to start it all off. 

6 more weeks to a real family life, thats all. I can't believe it, but I'm nearly giddy with anticipation.

Monday, April 12, 2010

If I were

If I were a month I’d be September

If I were a day I’d be Saturday

If I were a time of day I’d be dusk

If I were a font I’d be Modern No. 20

If I were a sea animal I’d be a dolphin

If I were a direction I’d be North
If I were a piece of furniture I’d be a glider

If I were a liquid I’d be lemonade

If I were a gemstone I’d be aquamarine

If I were a tree I’d be a magnolia

If I were a tool I’d be a hammer

If I were a flower I’d be the peony

If I were an element of weather I’d be rain

If I were a musical instrument I’d be a piano

If I were a color I’d be pink

If I were an emotion I’d be love

If I were a fruit I’d be a strawberry

If I were a sound I’d be a whisper

If I were an element I’d be platinum

If I were a car I’d be a Land Rover

If I were a food I’d be cheesecake

If I were a place I’d be Montana

If I were a material I’d be silk

If I were a taste I’d be vanilla

If I were a scent I’d be strawberry coconut

If I were a body part I’d be a hand

If I were a song I’d be Push by Matchbox Twenty
If I were a bird I’d be a robin

If I were a gift I’d be thoughtful

If I were a city I’d be Paris

If I were a door I’d be sturdy and made of oak

If I were a pair of shoes I’d be comfy

If I were a poem I’d be Among the Multitude by Walt Whitman

Among the men and women the multitude,

I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,

Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child,

any nearer than I am,

Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me.

Ah lover and perfect equal,

I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,

And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.