Monday, March 31, 2008

Ergo effect

How Henry looks after hanging out in the Ergo sling while his mom walks to the store, shops for chili fixings, walks home, and places him in his crib.
For those of you unfamiliar with this sling, the way it holds the baby causes baby's legs to spread pretty far apart. I had to laugh when removing Henry from the sling because his legs stayed that way after I laid him down.

The chili turned out fabulously. Sadly, the attempt at making apfelstrudel failed miserably. I'll leave that to the experts.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Monsieur Henry's first play group

After making some chicken noodle soup for Darr this afternoon, Henry and I headed out to Wilsonville to attend our first mommies group. If you've ever wondered what these are like, well, I can say there were children and tasty treats and wine and conversation. I'd write more but the third season of Battlestar Galactica is finally here and now is the only time I have to watch it. Many thanks to Noodle and her mom for inviting us over.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

To trailer or not to trailer

Anybody use these things? Got a recommendation? We're looking for something to buy with our 20% off REI coupon plus dividend check.

Recipe Corner: Blueberry Pancakes

This recipe is great because it is easily halved to make enough for two people. I recommend using vegetable oil on the cast-iron pan because it doesn't burn as easily as butter but if you can get the butter to work without scorching, the taste is fantastic. And yes, we recommend bacon. Lots and lots o' bacon.

Ingredients:
2 cups flour
2 tablespoons sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
pinch ground nutmeg
2 eggs
2 cups buttermilk
4 tablespoons butter, melted
1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries

Directions:
Sift flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and nutmeg in a large bowl. Whisk eggs in a medium bowl until frothy. Add buttermilk to eggs and mix well. Add buttermilk mixture to flour mixture and stir to combine. Stir in melted butter.

Heat a large cast-iron skillet over medium heat, grease skillet with vegetable oil (or butter if preferred). Make 2-3 pancakes at a time by ladling 1/3 cup batter for each pancake onto skillet. Scatter some blueberries on top of each pancake and cook until bubbles form on tops of pancakes and bottoms turn golden, 2-3 minutes. Flip pancakes and continuing cooking until bottoms are golden and centers are cooked through, about 2 minutes more. Repeat until all batter is used, greasing skillet as necessary. Serve pancakes with maple syrup and cooked bacon, if you like.

Makes 12-14 pancakes

Friday, March 28, 2008

The Progressive Meter: Clinton vs. Obama

Air America radio show hosts unabashedly support Obama, at least the ones I listen to do. And I'm okay with that because I think he's a pretty good candidate too. But they seem to spin his plans as progressive even though they aren't as progressive as the plans offered by Clinton's camp. Consider the proposed responses to the mortgage crisis as outlined in Krugman's latest pieces:

McCain - "Mr. McCain more or less came out against aid for troubled homeowners: government assistance “should be based solely on preventing systemic risk,” which means that big investment banks qualify but ordinary citizens don’t. ... "our financial market approach should include encouraging increased capital in financial institutions by removing regulatory, accounting and tax impediments to raising capital."...on domestic policy, he offers neither straight talk nor originality; instead, he panders shamelessly to right-wing ideologues."

Obama - "Mr. Obama came out strongly for broader financial regulation, which might help avert future crises. But his proposals for aid to the victims of the current crisis...are less sweeping than Mrs. Clinton’s: he wants to nudge private lenders into restructuring mortgages rather than having the government simply step in and get the job done. ...[He] continues to make permanent tax cuts — middle-class tax cuts, to be sure — a centerpiece of his economic plan. It’s not clear how he would pay both for these tax cuts and for initiatives like health care reform, so his tax-cut promises raise questions about how determined he really is to pursue a strongly progressive agenda. ...Mr. Obama is widely portrayed, not least by himself, as a transformational figure who will usher in a new era. But his actual policy proposals, though liberal, tend to be cautious and relatively orthodox."

Clinton - "...the substance of her policy proposals on mortgages, like that of her health care plan, suggests a strong progressive sensibility. ...Mrs. Clinton wants a modern version of the Home Owners’ Loan Corporation, the New Deal institution that acquired the mortgages of people whose homes were worth less than their debts, then reduced payments to a level the homeowners could afford. ...Mrs. Clinton, we’re assured by sources right and left, tortures puppies and eats babies. But her policy proposals continue to be surprisingly bold and progressive."

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Bite me, universal remote

There is a help button at the top of the universal remote and it makes me feel stupid. The Yes and No questions it asks that are supposed to be helpful leave me more confused than before I pressed the button. Inevitably I bitch to Darren about it and he gets annoyed. We then both consider divorce while I secretly harbor the desire to send this universal remote sailing over the side of the bridge railing into the murky waters of the Willamette. Here's an example.

Me: <pressing the power button - waiting - t.v. appears to be on (the power button is lit) but there is no picture>

Me: <pressing Help>

Remote: "Did that fix the problem?"

Me: Did what fix the problem? <pressing No>

Remote: "Is the TV2 on?"

Me: Is TV2 the t.v. in front of me? If so, then yes. I think. The light's on but nobody's home. If no, then where's TV2? <pressing Yes>

Remote: "Is the AV Receiver on?"

Me: <checking to see if the receiver is on - to do this I have to get off the couch and walk over to the cabinet where the electronics are kept>

Me: <returning to couch and pressing Yes>

Remote: "Ensure the PVR is on."

Me: What the fuck is a PVR? Oh, right...Personal video recorder. <getting up from couch to see if TiVo is turned on>

Me: <returning to couch and pressing Yes>

Remote: "Is the TV2 set to the VIDEO 1 input?"

Me: You tell me, asshole. <pressing No>

Remote: "Now is the TV2 set to the VIDEO 1 input?"

Me: <pressing Yes>

Remote: "Is the AV Receiver set to Video1 input?"

Me: Stupid, frickin' remote. <giving up and using laptop to watch streaming video online>

The importance of understanding

The Economist has a good post about John McCain's faith based economics.

--BEGIN RANT--
It's amazing to me that people would rather elect somebody who "may not be all that bright, but surrounds themselves with smart people" when they can elect an actual smart person who can, I don't know, surround themselves with smart people?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Outdoors: Non-approved uses of the Bumbo seat

Brought to you by people who have nothing to do with the making of the Bumbo seat.

How not to use the Bumbo seat
On train tracks
Probably not a good idea. Don't believe me? Go watch Stand By Me. Keep in mind those kids could run.

Top of the hill at edge of forest
It ain't the zoo but there are critters out there that just might eat baby. You might laugh at the phrase "A dingo ate my baby," but that ain't funny if you are the baby.

Sitting on dock of sewage-filled river
The dock of a bay might be O.K. but don't place your baby on the dock of a river that has high quantities of human poo in it. That's just gross.

Note: Professional baby on closed course. Do not attempt this at home. Use only as directed.

UPDATE: Further review of the photographs taken today showed an alarming addition to the frame (see picture below).

The bear must have stepped out from behind the tree nanoseconds after the first photo was taken*. Many thanks to Mr. Wagner for bringing this to our attention.


*No babies or bears were hurt during the making of this post. Also, no trains were running on that section of the track due to construction.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Post 801

Thought I should make a note that we've just passed the 800 entries mark. Woot!

I started Blog 365 at the beginning of this year and so far I've managed to pump out 85 posts, including on Leap day, which was an approved day off. I have to celebrate this feat as I am pretty confident once I start school I'll either cease posting entirely or my daily post will be related to what I'm learning, as in "Hello childrens, today's post is on Marbury v. Madison". My apologies in advance.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Recipe Corner: Drop Biscuits

These are a favorite at Life at the condo because they are easy to make and taste great. If you are a biscuit fan but hate the fuss of baking them, this is the recipe for you.

Ingredients:
2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon sugar
3/4 teaspoon table salt
1 cup cold buttermilk
8 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly (about 5 minutes), plus 2 tablespoons melted butter for brushing (optional)

Directions:
Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 475 degrees. Whisk flour, baking powder, baking soda, sugar, and salt in large bowl. Combine buttermilk and 8 tablespoons melted butter in medium bowl, stirring until butter forms clumps. Note: When you stir the slightly cooled melted butter into cold buttermilk, the butter will clump. This is not a mistake.

Add buttermilk mixture to dry ingredients and stir with rubber spatula until just incorporated and batter pulls away from sides of the bowl. Using greased 1/4-cup dry measure, scoop level amount of batter and drop onto parchment-lined rimmed baking sheet. Repeat until all of the batter is gone. Bake until the tops are golden brown and crisp, 12 to 14 minutes.

Brush biscuit tops with remaining 2 tablespoons melted butter. Transfer to wire rack and let cool 5 minutes before serving.

Makes 12 biscuits

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Henry's first Easter

Monsieur Henry has yet to grasp the difference between a weekday and a weekend day so we were up rather early this morning, which worked in our favor as we were expecting guests for dinner - Brother Nick, Megan, and Miss Amelia Jane. Miss Amelia Jane is just one of Henry's cousins from my side of the family. She lives in Oregon, the other five live in Montana, and she is a mere forty days younger than Henry.

I had to research, and by that I mean hit Wikipedia, to get some information on just what exactly Easter is because I don't immediately see the connection between the bunny and the resurrection of Christ. Here's what I learned:
"The Easter bunny is a mythological rabbit who brings gifts and candy to children on the Easter holiday, most likely based on the pre-Christian customs honoring the fertility goddess Eostre...The etymology of the word "Easter" comes from an ancient pagan goddess of the spring named Eostre, related to German Ostara. According to popular folklore, Eostre once saved a bird whose wings had frozen during the winter by turning it into a rabbit. Because the rabbit had once been a bird, it could still lay eggs, and that rabbit became the modern Easter Bunny."
O.K. Egg-laying rabbit. Got it.

Of course, there were many photos before, during, and after dinner because babies are just too cute not to capture on digital media. I've included the highlights below. You can click here to view the full set. Dinner consisted of mounds of roast beef with mashed potatoes and drop biscuits. We had planned on having green beans too but somehow those were overlooked and the kitchen help failed to produce them on time. (Bad hosts.) Dessert was blueberry cobbler with whipped cream. Again, we had planned on topping that with green Peeps to give it that extra holiday flair but we forgot to do that when the time came to dish up. (You know, it's almost like we had a kid and now nearly forget most things half the time.)

Other ways to spend our money

From Kristof's piece in the NY Times:
"A Congressional study by the Joint Economic Committee found that the sums spent on the Iraq war each day could enroll an additional 58,000 children in Head Start or give Pell Grants to 153,000 students to attend college. Or if we’re sure we want to invest in security, then a day’s Iraq spending would finance another 11,000 border patrol agents or 9,000 police officers."
Each day. EACH DAY, people. What are we doing?

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Welcoming new members to the club

Our friends, Jen and Craig, got married today (congrats, you two!). We were not only invited but encouraged to bring Henry to the event. The ceremony and reception were held at the Crystal Ballroom downtown, an excellent venue to be sure. There was a hosted bar (thank you!) (Although we would have paid for our own, that's how much we like drinks.) where guests could order, say, a Terminator stout and one of the two hosted cocktails, the Cape Cod (quite tasty!). Jen was the epitome of the beautiful, blushing bride and Craig was every bit the handsome groom. The ceremony started on time and was relatively short with a few tears from Jen. The music selections as the wedding party came in, I wish I knew so I could report them, were a touch on the wild side, which if you know Jen or Craig is not all that surprising. The groom and groomsmen and the bridal party danced in before the bride, escorted by her dad and step-dad, walked down the aisle. The vows were their own and included the following:

To Craig from Jen: "I promise to listen to you talk about the Red Sox in the off-season."

To Jen from Craig: "I promise to cry with you when the Packers lose and drink beer with you when they win."

Yeah, how cute are they? When the ceremony was over and the newlyweds entered the room from wherever it is that newlyweds go, they came in singing the cutest of songs. I caught some on video but feel it isn't right to post it without first getting their permission. We were able to catch a few shots, oddly no good ones of the couple - they were too far away from where we were sitting during the ceremony - and when I did see them passing by on my way from the buffet table, I didn't have my camera with me. We feasted on roast beef and turkey (yum!) and fruit and vegetables (also yum!) and some rather tasty rolls. Unfortunately for us, Henry is not yet accustomed to loud noises like the karaoke that started up following dinner, so we had to pack up and leave before the cake was cut (damn it!). It was a beautiful wedding and a day they will undoubtedly cherish for the rest of their lives. We knew we were in for a great time when we caught sight of the wedding cake toppers. A truly unique wedding for a truly unique couple. We couldn't be happier for them. And promise to have them over for dinner soon! (It's aboot time, eh?)






Friday, March 21, 2008

Things that make you go hmmmmm....

So, I guess this falls under the headline of things you don't really need to know. I'm not sure if my life is enriched by the knowledge that, statistically speaking, I have a 1 in 314,139 chance of dying as an occupant of a special industrial vehicle.

I think to get the best effect from that last sentence, you should say “vee-HIC-el”. Go ahead, give it a shot, I'll wait. Ready? OK.

So, now that you've adjusted to that reality, you can take a look at

Huck Finn & Godzilla: The making of a movie short

We recently had an opportunity to sit down with the director of Huck Finn Meets His Doom: When Godzilla Comes to Town for a question and answer session about the making of her first movie short starring up-and-coming star, Henry Finn. Here's what she had to say.

How do you get Henry Finn to participate on such a project?
I'll admit it isn't easy. And, yeah, it helps if you can have a big, plastic, bouncy cow nearby to keep Henry's attention. A little flattery goes a long way. That, and cash, giant stacks of cash. But seriously, I think Henry is sometimes bored enough to jump in and try something new. There are certainly hundreds of toys in his room he hasn't been introduced to yet. This is an opportunity to do so in a new and exciting way, which, let's face it, is great because odds are it's going to tire him out and help him slip into a nice long nap.
What do you enjoy the most about working with Henry?
His passion. It's clear he enjoys acting. Plus, the camera loves him. Even "bad" shots are great and tell a story.
What's a typical day of shooting like?
With babies you're shooting on a much tighter schedule. You just don't have the opportunity to complete multiple takes. You have to make sure all your ducks are in a row, so to speak, before you begin so that you can capture the shot the first time. The first step is to get your supplies in order, what you are going to need for the scene you are preparing to shoot.
Of course, then you need to get to wardrobe so the actor to get into the costume that has been selected.
In Huck Finn Meets His Doom we had to do a little costume adjustment because Henry was a touch on the slim side and we noticed his pants kept falling down. In a comedy we might have been able to use that but for this piece his pants dropping around his ankles just wouldn't have worked.
And then it's on to hair and makeup.
Once those are done, you're ready to roll.
And when the movie short wraps? What happens then?
Not surprisingly I think Alfred and Henry Finn will have a lasting friendship. This was the first project for both of them and they bonded over the experience. As Huck, Henry really nailed the sense of trepidation and fear one would experience when in a town where Godzilla is roaming the streets. But as soon as I yelled "Cut" the two of them were chumming it up for the set photographer.
So, we should expect to see Henry Finn in future movie short projects?
Absolutely.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Movie Short: Monsieur Henry & Godzilla

The first of many to come. Look for the documentary on the making of the film to follow.

Huck Finn Meets His Doom from Christie on Vimeo.

Get yourself some Moo

Yay! I ordered these cool MiniCards by Moo using photographs from our Flickr account and they arrived this morning. For $19.99 you get 100 cards with up to four (or six?) lines of text on the back. Now I can pass out ones bearing Henry's pic to moms I meet around the neighborhood. Since I ordered some less baby-focused cards as well, I'll have cards to give to study group partners and potential mentors at school so they have my contact info. Oh, and judges when I apply for judicial clerkships. There's nothing a judge values more than a potential clerk who had the foresight to order ultra cool cards made with beer photos.

The Peepsons and other fine Peeps dioramas

Thanks to Elizabeth for posting the link to these fine Peeps. I'm inspired.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Why I shouldn't go to Costco by myself

What I needed
What I bought

Confused by the sub-prime mortgage mess?

For anybody who's wondering how we got where we got.

Month Five

Dear Henry,

If I had to select two words from the English language to describe the past month, they would be "roll over." As in, "Oh my Zeus, Henry just rolled over." It is an amazing skill you have picked up rather quickly, and already you appear to want to advance to crawling. But you need to slow down a little, kid, because you're starting to scare your parents. We aren't ready for your mobility. There's baby proofing to be done. And vacuuming. You can't go scooting around this house before we have time to vacuum the animal-fur dust bunnies that float around the floor when movement disturbs the air. You are still very much in the 'everything goes to my mouth' stage and a dust bunny comprised of the aforementioned materials would not be a good first taste of what our culinary world has to offer you. No, you need to save that moment for bananas. Bananas, son, are going to blow your mind.
Those two words would be closely followed by these four, "Clearly wants to walk." Because it is clear that you intend to walk one day, sooner rather than later, even though your stomach muscles aren't strong enough and your coordination isn't coordinated enough to have you do so just yet. A recent game of ours involves me holding you up, placing your feet on top of mine, and "walking" around the room. There are times when your feet will slip off. It is those times that lead me to believe we'll see you taking your own steps before the one year mark. You understand the motion that is involved and will continue to place one foot in front of the other without my assistance. Which could also mean that you are ready to move out on your own, eat ramen on a nearly daily basis, and only call home collect but I hope not. I enjoy having you around, even with your occasional bouts of CDF (a.k.a., Catastrophic Diaper Failure).
Your energy has saddled you with the label "kinetic". We have turned this into a nickname so get used to hearing it, Captain Kinetic. Something tells me this attribute is only going to be further realized as you age. We hadn't actually considered being leash parents but we might revisit this idea in the coming months, if only so we don't lose you in a crowd.
Given your propensity for curiosity, you use your hands to grab whatever is within reach be it my hair, your dad's glasses, the cats or everything else. This, of course, means we have to be very careful with where we place things in your presence, particularly at the kitchen table. You are definitely letting us know in no uncertain terms that you are nearly ready to begin eating. Our dinner ritual involves placing you in your high chair, surrounding you with a variety of utensils, sippy cups, and the like, and then retrieving the items you drop to the floor. Why splat mats are a necessary baby item is clear - everything is introduced to the floor at one time or another. We have reached the conclusion that you will need to take the place of your father at the head of the table. Then, collection duty can be shared by each parent as opposed to how it is now with your father constantly bending over to pick up whatever you have tossed aside. Pops needs to eat, too, son.
To enrich your rapidly growing brain we have begun to sign to you. We've actually been doing this for some time but it was only recently that we noticed you paying attention to what we were doing. The list of words is small and includes the basics for now - mom, dad, kitty, dog, milk. If I had to guess what your first sign is going to be, I would put my money on "kitty" because you are fascinated by these fuzzy creatures that streak past you when you're on the move and cuddle with you when you nap. For as energetic and curious as you are, you can be surprisingly still whenever one of them approaches to sniff your nose. The latest addition to your vocal repertoire includes an almost-blowing-bubbles "mmm-bwah" sound. It is this sound you choose to practice when you wake up around four o'clock each morning.
You constantly search for me and your pops when someone else is holding you. I don't want to think this is the beginning of antisocial behavior but rather that you just prefer us. When I am holding you, you turn to your pops. When he is holding you, you turn to me. I have a feeling you'd like to make a game that involved going from one parent to the other and back again. Repeat. This gesture was made infinitely sweet when you started reaching for us with your arms. It suggests you are now picking us as your favorites and we love every second of it. So often, yeah, I can say we do get wrapped up in passing you back and forth. Want to go see dad? O.K. Wait, want to go see mom? O.K.
Bath time has grown to be a favorite because you are now interested in bath toys. You don't seem to be a fan of bubbles because they effectively provide shelter for those floating objects of fun but you don't seem to hate them, either. One thing we did notice is that bath time with bubbles provides you with great bouts of enthusiasm for staying awake. So, we try to give you baths earlier in the day rather than right before bedtime. It is nearly impossible to get you to sleep after vigorous play time with your rubber ducky.
You amaze us every day and we adore everything about you, more than mere words can express.

Love,
Mom

Monday, March 17, 2008

Amazing Brain Experience

I saw this over at O'Reilly Radar -
Jill Bolte Taylor, a Harvard neuroanatomist, eavesdropped on her own stroke. As I wrote the day of her talk, she walked us through what she felt and thought while her brain was going wild, from the borderline-metaphysical ("I can't define where I begin and where I end") to the borderline-hilarious ("I'm a busy woman. I don't have time for a stroke"). Her description of her time in that strange state, caught between two worlds, the rare researcher who has been able to chronicle a brain-changing event from the inside, was astonishing.

Take the 20 min, you won't regret it.

No more Obama bloom

Just a little snippet from William Kristol's piece in the Times today:
"The more you learn about him, the more Obama seems to be a conventionally opportunistic politician, impressively smart and disciplined, who has put together a good political career and a terrific presidential campaign. But there’s not much audacity of hope there. There’s the calculation of ambition, and the construction of artifice, mixed in with a dash of deceit — all covered over with the great conceit that this campaign, and this candidate, are different."

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Magical boobs

I got the idea for writing an entry about breastfeeding after reading Cathy's write-up of her own experiences at Mine. We are nearly five months into our experiment with breastfeeding at Life at the condo and things are going along splendidly. I would have told you otherwise if you'd asked five days into the process.

In the beginning...
I didn't know what I was doing. Thankfully, I was not as resistant to help as I thought I would be. Several nurses and a couple of lactation consultants came into our room during the first 24 hours of Henry's life to assist me in my efforts, twisting and pulling the boobs to show me how to get Henry to latch on. Unfortunately, Henry and I were less than successful, which Darren was visibly anxious about. I mean, come on, our baby needed food. (We learned it is quite normal for babies not to eat much during their first day on the planet.) So, we continued to work to make Henry an effective nursling. This included round-the-clock feeding attempts. Henry was eating but he had a bad latch. As any mom can tell you this is PAINFUL. Imagine a titty twister that doesn't end. Ouch. Bad latches have to be overcome or they can lead to things like cracked nipples and blisters. I had both during the first few weeks of nursing.

By week two...
I was beginning to think we were getting better but something clearly wasn't right, it was still rather painful to nurse. So we took a trip back up to the hospital to see the lactation consultant. It just happened that the one on duty that day was the same lady (Annette - we love her!) who taught our birthing classes. She apprised the situation, evaluating my technique, made a few suggestions, and then sent us on our way. If memory serves, Henry's latch was a touch on the shallow side, which was the cause of our problems. We implemented her suggestions and within another week or so the boobs were healed, nursing was less of a challenge, and we were over the initial "Are we really going to be able to do this?" phase.

About the boobs...
Nursing boobs are quite impressive. Not just in size, which can reach porn-star proportions, but in how they function as well. Inside female boobs is an entire setup created for the production of life-supporting nourishment. How cool is that? The first couple of weeks can be rough for the newly-nursing mom because she has no idea what to expect. I sure didn't. And my poor husband was left listening to things like, "I'm hot. It's what? 70 degrees in here. Turn it down to 68." Two hours later. "It's frickin' freezing in here. What is it? 68 degrees? Turn it up to 70." And then there's the engorgement. When the milk comes in, boy howdy, does the milk ever come in. Do milking cows feel like this all of the time? 'Cuz if they do, poor cows. The boobs felt heavy and sore and were just waiting for relief, which was hard to come by when the lil' boy couldn't get his latch on. I fed Henry every one to two hours throughout the day and night so, yeah, good restorative sleep was not really an option. Henry and I didn't get the lying down nursing position figured out until about month three. Up to that point, when he did need to nurse during the night, I'd wake up, collect him, and go to the couch in our bedroom. My mom told me a story about how she remembered watching the networks go off the air for the night. (Think Poltergeist when the national anthem is played and then the t.v. screen turned to static.) Thankfully, we have a little thing called streaming video. And laptops. Before retiring for the evening, I made sure the essentials were on hand for those nighttime feedings. The dimmed glow of the laptop provided me with all of the light needed to feed H. Nearby was a glass of water - it is extremely important to stay hydrated as a nursing mom. The headphones were plugged in and a browser was open to one of the major network's websites. While one hand supported the boob, there is a certain technique for cupping the boob when nursing, the other would select which show I wanted to watch and do the necessary navigating on the keyboard. Once Henry was done, I would allow him time to sink back into a deep slumber before attempting to move him back into bed, where we would fall asleep for another couple of hours before repeating the process. Not before I put on a little Lanolin, which I no longer need but was a must-have for me during the first month or so.

Where we are now...
As previously mentioned, nursing while lying down is a skill I recently acquired. Being able to do so means I get more sleep that is of a better quality. I have to imagine the same is true for Henry, who no longer is jostled about but only has to flip to the side to satisfy his hunger pangs. It is rare for him to make this particular move without a smile on his face and his arms opened wide. His latest breastfeeding habits include running his free hand along my shirt and grabbing my necklace, and kicking. He loves to kick out his leg while nursing. When nothing else works during one of Henry's fussy periods, lying down to nurse him usually will, hence the term "magical boobs".

My unsolicited advice...
If you decide you want to breastfeed your baby, don't go into it with the attitude that you'll give it a "try" or you're likely to fail. Breastfeeding is hard work. Very hard work. And it requires persistence probably more than anything else, at least until you and baby get the kinks worked out. But once you do, it's totally worth it.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Naked babies and rooster in wine

The McMillers invited us over for dinner tonight, which we thank wholeheartedly because those fine folks can cook a mean meal and we like to eat. Nearly 250 photos, one dinner of rooster in wine (a.k.a. Coq au Vin), and one super deliciously fabulous pots de creme dessert later we headed back home with one overly tired baby in tow. Here are just a few of the pics from our evening:

Friday, March 14, 2008

My Kid Could Paint That

This story is a few years old but the documentary recently came out about Marla, the young girl who became a sensation in the art world when her creations started selling for big bucks. There was some controversy that the father had in fact helped Marla complete her paintings. For the most part I'm pretty dense when it comes to abstract art. I don't understand the genius of Jackson Pollock (see pic at left). I can't imagine paying $300,000+ for a painting that was drawn by anyone, adult or child, particularly when the piece doesn't depict anything but paint splashed on a canvas.

Here's a look at a piece that was completed from start to finish by Marla on camera:
And here's a piece that was completed off camera:
I'm convinced after watching this that it'll work out well financially for Darren and I if we just throw some paint in Henry's direction when he's old enough to hold a brush. Order now while the price is still cheap.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Crack and a future occupation prediction

Henry Finn, plumber extraordinaire

Dear God, make it stop

Me: Check this out, Darr.

Darr: What?

Me: <pointing to baby on floor> Look at his legs, at what he's doing. That's a crawl-like motion.

Darr: <pause>We should be taking pictures instead of sitting here horrified.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Like cancer in your little toe

Oklahoma State Representative Sally Kern has a speech about homosexuality that is not to be missed. Truly. If this lady represented me, I'd have to leave the state. (Click here to read her speech.)

Oh, and she should review her U.S. map. Eureka Springs is not the capital of Arkansas. Little Rock is. I'd expect her to know this since she taught "school for close to 20 years".

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

What's in your iTunes?

Passing the time while nursing the kid. Stealing the idea from Susie.

Instructions: Open up your iTunes and fill out this survey, no matter how embarrassing the responses might be.

How many songs total: 6110
How many hours or days of music: 18.4 days
Most recently played: Faith by George Michael (a.k.a. Henry's favorite shower song)
Most played: New Shoes by Paolo Nutini
Most recently added: Something to Believe In by Aqualung

Sort by song title:
First Song: A-Tisket A-Tasket by Chick Webb & His Orchestra featuring Ella Fitzgerald
Last Song: 5150 by Van Halen

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Red Phone Ad

The New York Times has an op-ed piece about Clinton's telephone ad, in which sleeping children are depicted as safer in their beds because when/if that 3A.M. call comes, Clinton is ready to lead. Do I think the commercial is a wee bit over the top in its assessment that only Clinton, who is extraordinary alert and well-dressed given the stated time of the call, is able to handle such situations? Yes. Do I think the ad plays on fear. Absolutely, and this is a bit disheartening. But this op-ed is one giant pile of manure in its claim that racism is at the very heart of this piece. To such an extent that I want to reply with a resounding, "You have got to be f---ing kidding me." (Normally, I don't comment on anything involving race because I'm white and suffer from white man's guilt.)

Let's review both the piece and the commercial to see what we come up with.



Mr. Patterson's first claim is that there is something "not quite right" about the ad, something that "went beyond my disappointment that she [Clinton] decided to go negative". Stop. Let's review the claim that the ad is, in fact, negative. In the sense that the ad is not a glowing call for hope, yeah I suppose it is negative. (If you're not paying attention, that's written with a sarcastic edge.) But perhaps realism is more appropriate for a message at this time. As much as it is great to hope, we are a nation at war. Because of the current administration there are more people that hate us today than there were before G.W. took office. Clinton is arguing that she is competent and ready to handle those calls. As for the "not quite right" feeling, read on.

Patterson continues to say that Clinton's uninspired ad isn't so much about what is said but what is depicted. (If you've already forgotten, now would be a good time to watch the ad again.) Patterson takes issue with the fact that the threat is not stated. We all know the something that is "happening in the world." I'm guessing it was left unsaid to soften the claim the ad was blatantly using the politics of fear, which it is. And again, I am disappointed with this approach.

And here's where Patterson completely loses me: "I saw the Clinton ad's central image - innocent sleeping children and a mother in the middle of the night at risk of mortal danger [I'll get to the "mother" in a moment] - it brought to my mind...D. W. Griffith's "Birth of a Nation," the racist movie epic that helped revive the Ku Klux Klan, with its portrayal of black men lurking in the bushes around white society. The danger implicit in the phone ad - as I see it - is that the person answering the phone might be a black man, someone who could not be trusted to protect us from this threat." First, I had to get over my reaction that Patterson mentions Clinton and the KKK in the same sentence and as if they are somehow in cahoots. What I see is a continuation of the experience theme of her campaign. The claim of the ad is that Clinton is better equipped to handle such calls - not because Obama is black but because he lacks experience. [I will not be addressing the experience claim this morning, but it should be noted she is the first New Yorker ever to serve on the Senate Armed Services Committee.]

Let us return to the ad once more. Patterson argues the racist "sub-message" could have been removed by making a few casting changes. (He also claims that it could have explicitly stated the external danger was terrorism. But, again, I argue this is a given and doesn't need to be stated.) It starts with a little blond girl, followed by a baby of indeterminate gender and race, third child looks black to me - the fact that Patterson completely skips over this kid makes me think he wasn't paying as close attention as he should have been when viewing the ad and writing his piece - on to two more (possibly) white kids in bed, and then a boy (perhaps Asian?). I say the ad runs the gamut on gender and race. Enter "mom." Also white but, um, is this a woman? Are we sure this isn't dad?

Is Clinton actually making a statement about androgynous folks who dress poorly at 3A.M.? Are they the real threat to America?

It ends with Clinton in a business suit answering the ringing phone, which, by the way, has gotten increasingly annoying over the course of the ad. Answer the dang phone already, woman! Don't bother getting dressed, grab it in your jammies. We won't care.

Patterson thinks the racist sub-message was well received by audiences in the voting state. "Those who made up their minds after the ad was broadcast voted heavily for Mrs. Clinton." So, the politics of fear worked. But it's a stretch to attribute the voting patterns solely to a trumped up racist sub-message. (A supposed implied message that was completely missed by this white woman.) The message, as far as I can tell, was "Fear the inexperienced, vote for me," rather than "Fear the black man, vote for me." Or perhaps it was something else entirely. If Androgynous Pat is in fact a mom, maybe this was a way for one mom (i.e., Clinton) to reassure another mom (i.e., Androgynous Pat) that women are prepared to meet the challenges of a ringing phone in an age of war.

In the next paragraph, Patterson outlines previous candidates who have used similar tactics to "inspire unity among 'we whites'". All of the examples are of Republican candidates. If this were a Logics class, it would go something like this:

P1: Republican candidates use racial fear to unite whites in their television ads.
P2: Clinton's ad uses racial fear to unite whites in her television ad.
C: Therefore, Clinton is a Republican.

But wait, Clinton isn't Republican. Exactly. (I'll give you a moment to sort it out and join me. And no, I don't need comments that explain how Clinton is a Republican.) Last I checked the Clintons were well liked by their African American brethren and sistren.

On to the Fox poll, which Patterson admits to using. A Fox poll. Is this the same "fair and balanced" Fox that Fox News comes from? If so, do we really want to base anything on what they say? Besides, it is just a poll. And polls can be wrong. "It is significant that the Clinton campaign used its telephone ad in Texas...whites favored Mr. Obama over Mrs. Clinton...and not Ohio, where she held a comfortable 16-point lead among whites." Seems to me Clinton was trying to ease the rough minds of the Texas populous that she was commander in chief material. Hell, I'm surprised she didn't add some tag line in there about how she had the balls to vote for the war initially. Seems to me that would have gone over well with the folks down there. (Please note, I have never actually been to Texas but from what I hear about it, it seems it would be a place swayed by the fear of politics given its infamous support of the use of the death penalty and all things gun-related.) It makes sense Clinton wouldn't play a bunch of ads in a state she is already fairly confident of winning. Patterson points to an interview during the same time in which Clinton refuses to state that Obama is a Christian and has never been a Muslim. The disagreeable part, as seen by some, is that she added "As far as I know," to her statement regarding his religion. That probably could have been handled differently. She could have said something akin to "Obama is not Muslim, not that there's anything wrong with that. He'll make a great V. P. and I look forward to bringing him on board when I whup his ass and secure the party's nomination." Instead she went on to say, "Look, I have been the target of so many ridiculous rumors, that I have a great deal of sympathy for anybody who gets, you know, smeared with the kind of rumors that go on all the time."

Patterson ends with this: "But as I watched it again and again I could not help but think of the sorry pass to which we may have come - that someone could be trading on the darkened memories of a twisted past that Mr. Obama has struggled to transcend." Cue tiny fiddles softly fiddling "Cry Me a River". I'm interested to know what others think because I just don't see why Patterson took it where he did.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Apples and carrots and pears, oh my!

The moment to introduce Monsieur Henry to the joys of food is rapidly approaching. The little man has been showing an interest whenever he notices us eating and drinking. When Noodle was beginning to eat foods, her mom used this mesh food holder (see picture) to hold a piece of whatever food was on the menu for that day - if memory serves avocados were a favorite - so we were more than happy when we located one for Henry. I've been rereading the opening section of First Meals and taking notes. While the author advocates rice cereal as a good starter food, I've heard from others this can cause constipation. Thankfully another friend mentioned using an oat cereal instead. Looks like pears and sweet potatoes are baby-friendly foods (as opposed to apples and regular potatoes) so we'll be sure to have plenty of those on hand to share with H. There's just a little over a month to go...