We are hanging in Seattle for a few days. As we venture away from our below Orange County, a few highlights:I had a garage sale this weekend. The tacky MILF maternity top that was sent to me for review? It was the FIRST THING THAT SOLD.I picked up a copy of a magazine called OC Health, thinking that it might have some info about 5k races in the area. Instead, it was a booklet full of ads for local plastic surgeons, weight loss clinics, and day spas.At the tanning salon next to Pick Up Stix, . . .
in case you were wondering
In case you were wondering what happens if your Tivo fails to "place a call" for over one year :NOTHING!!Nothing happens. Except those annoying daily reminders that you have failed to place a call.In other news of rule-shirking rebellion, we are still collecting data on what happens if you ignore your jury summons notices and fail to upgrade your computer's Norton Utilities. Will report back on those shortly! . . .
pooping for Disney
The backstory: I have been trying to potty train India for five months now. She has done really well getting the #1 part down. She hasn't had an accident in months and does really well at home and at school. The #2 though . . . not so much. I know that she has control over it, though. She doesn't really have accidents, she just waits until naptime every day when I put her in a diaper. (She is very regular). Every day for weeks now, we go through this routine where I put her in a diaper, leave . . .
emotional about STUFF
I'm not one to get emotional over stuff. I used to be more sentimental. I used to be a "keeper". I would keep any cards or notes I received. I even had a huge file cabinet full of notes passed in class in junior high (you know, the kind you specially folded with the pull-tab?) until my mother made me throw them out. But then I met Mark and his purging ways rubbed off on me. I try not to get too wrapped up with "things" in any way. If you give me a beautiful note, I will cherish it for a day, . . .
baby origami
The secret to a happy baby: . . .
tableau gone wrong
The other day, Jafta and India were playing with Karis on the bed. They were cuddling and laughing and singing to her. It was such a cute little scene that I ran to get the camera to capture it. And here's the footage I got:Mmmmm. So sweet. . . .
millk tether
I've been feeling a little run-down lately. My family might even say I've been acting a little cranky. Okay, I HAVE. I'm so tired. I've been trying to figure out why, and I think I got a little clarity last night, when Mark attempted to give Karis a bottle. Karis was not having it. She was screaming and crying and arching her back, and as this was going on I made the connection that this was her first bottle in about six weeks. Which means, for the past six weeks, I have not been away from Karis . . .
the reframe
In family systems theory, there is a concept that I really like called reframing. Basically, it means to take a situation and encourage someone to "see it in another frame", usually adding a more positive context to the scenario. Because I enjoy using my kids as psychological experiments putting my psych training to work as a parent, I tend to do a lot of reframing with my kids. If you are a parent, you are probably already doing it, and just didn't know there was a fancy technical name for . . .
when white people talk about race
Recently, I was a part of a discussion on facebook about race. (You gotta love social networking for juxtaposing people from all walks of life into 140-character-or-less philosophical arguments). This particular discussion took a turn that I often see happen when white people jump into conversations about race. A few folks implied that racism was over. References to society's Token Assimilated Black Guys were made (Colin Powell, Tiger Woods, etc). Someone suggested that seeing more interracial . . .
dreams can come true
Yesterday was a day of fulfilled dreams.First of all, Jafta won MOST IMPROVED CAMPER OF THE WEEK at his basketball camp. He was so excited! He had a great last day and proved that mommy's neurotic insecurities were mostly just projections based on her own lack of corrective emotional experience and fear of competition due to unresolved family of origin issues. Or something like that.Then, after basketball, we went to a toy store and India got to meet Zac Ephron in the flesh cardboard!! She was . . .
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