Thursday, May 21, 2009

Odds and Ends

I’m not even gonna apologize for the length of time between postings. Nope. Not going to give lengthy explanations about work, travel, or the incredible morass of navigating Two Kid Land. Not going to make false promises of increased posting.

Just going to fill you in on a few odds and ends.

The Odds

Eily has developed a love for these. And while that fact might cause you to judge her two inept parents, I will say in our defense that the doctor suggested that we feed her Doritos. (He quickly backpedaled when he remembered her dairy allergy – because fake Dorito cheese still has dairy.)

For explanation, Eily only weighed 14.5 pounds at her 9 month visit – dropping her below the growth charts. So the doctor suggested we get her onto table foods more quickly than typical and try to increase her fat intake as much as possible. So I’ve been feeding her avocadoes aplenty. And yes, I add dairy-free and soy-free margarine to all cereals and vegetables, but the high-calorie snack she can’t deny is the chips above. Sad, but true.

It’s working, though. By her visit last week she was up to 16.5 pounds, barely putting her back on the weight chart, but it was enough to make the doctor get off our back, so we’re cool.

And it’s all relative. Today I saw an 8 month old that could bench press Eily and then eat her for breakfast. (Which I wouldn’t recommend. She’s not fatty enough to taste good.)

Another Odd

One of my favorite people in the world sent me an email last night that said:

Your boyfriend is on American Idol – right now.

Now, I don’t watch American Idol, but this piqued my interest. So I made Scott figure out what channel Idol was on and we quickly flipped to it, only to tune into…KISS. Who are not “my boyfriends” in any sense of the word. So I called my delusional friend who then told me I’d just missed…LIONEL RICHIE!

Much gnashing of teeth ensued. You all know I love some Lionel Richie – see this post, and this one, and he even got a brief mention in this one.

But I did write her the following email in response:

Lionel Richie has never been my boyfriend. He's more like a well-loved uncle. Except I never had one of those.

So to clarify: KISS and any of its members are not my boyfriend. Nor is Lionel Richie. He’s more like a mythical relative that I’ve never experienced.

The Ends

Zane’s last day of preschool was today. So preschool graduation was yesterday. (Makes sense, right? One graduates before actually completing the coursework?)

Anyhoo, I know it’s hip to be cynical about preschool graduations, but friends, I TOTALLY dug Zane’s preschool graduation. I’m not sure what I loved best, really. Maybe it was the construction paper caps the little people were wearing. Or the fact that they all got to say what they’d miss about preschool – Zane will miss playing with plane, btw. Or the fact that I didn’t hear about preschool graduation until the morning it was happening, making it an almost a completely spontaneous celebration of my kid and his achievements.

It was so cool that I didn’t even get teary-eyed about my baby boy growing up - not during the graduation anyway. When his teachers told me what a pleasure it was watching him grow and change this year, sure I got a little misty. But overall, it was just a great, joy-filled, spectacular, unexpected event that totally made my week.

Ha ha! That cap is amazing - Zane at preschool graduation!

He’s a really amazing boy.

Split Ends

Yesterday I got about 6 inches cut off of my hair. In an attempt to be a more informed hair-styling consumer – instead of giving my regular, “do whatever you want” directive to my stylist – I actually browsed the internet for hair cut ideas.

About 20 minutes later, I was almost hyperventilating with anxiety – am I hair type 3B or 4A? Should I consider a texturizer instead of a relaxer? What about texlaxing? How do all these people know all this stuff about hair? Why don’t I? Shoot, did I miss a this-is-you-hair-and-it-proper-care memo at some point?

I shut off my computer, went to my hair salon and said, “This is freaking me out. I want a change. Do whatever you want.” Which - I think you’ll agree – is a considerable improvement over my past passivity.

Not the best pic, but self-portraits are hard, don't ya know? You get the idea.

I’m pretty happy with the results. Except that apparently, this style takes a flat iron to maintain…anyone know much about those? I’m scared to go traipsing about on the internets to find out more…


Anonymous said...

O.K. Direct responses in the order given:

1. The fact that Eily is eating chips (Mesquite BBQ, no less) is friggin' awesome considering that's what Zane was eating the first time I met you and you gave the "don't judge me" speech then, too.

2.All I think of is "mustache" when I think of Lionel Richie. And the fact that someone from our church moved to California to be his pool boy. I think it was a lie.

3. Go Zane! Woohoo! Where's he going from here?

4. I need a haircut. And I knew exactly what you were talking about with your 3B/4A nonsense. I do believe I'm a 2C, but that knowledge still hasn't helped me choose a style.

5. You didn't directly address it, but I assume it was posted because you know I miss you, right?

Zany Mama said...

Direct responses to your direct responses:
1. You bring up the fact that both of my children have some trouble maintaining their weight forcing SRH and I to give them high-fat, cholesterol-rich food in the name of good parenting. Ugh. Zane liked the chips, but he was particularly partial to bratwurst to gain weight.

2. Definitely a lie.

3. Sore subject at our house. Zane is currently #148 on the waiting list for the school we want. Setting up seduction of school officials as we speak.

4. Yep. Totally worthless classification system - don't understand it, can't pick a hairdo from it.

5. Absolutely.

SRH said...

You post once in a blue moon and you get a comment in less than 8 hours? You disgust me

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry for starting a family feud...

SRH said...

Well, it is really the non commentiness of my readers that disgusts me,but I don't want to alienate them...

alison said...

Just wanted to say hi since you linked to my fabulous post (ha ha - to some of us anyway) about dairy-free soy-free margarine.

Very cute blog you got here... and I feel the need to tell you that when I got an electric keyboard for my kids, the only piano music I could dig up from my years of lessons was Christmas Carols and... "Hello" by Lionel Richie. My average-guitar-player friend came over and we "jammed" to Hello. We thought we were really good. The kids not so much. :)

Zany Mama said...

You look good in green.

Eh. It was a feud waiting to happen.

Classic Freudian displacement. Cool.

Don't feel bad, I find it to be a common ailment of the young that they do not appreciate Mr. Richie. Sad but true.

Thanks for stopping by!

Anonymous said...

She's back...did I miss a graduation ceremony? Man, I'm 3rd in line to get those beautiful kids and I miss a graduation? What kind of almost Godparent am I? I do promise if I should ever need to step up to my 3rd in line duties I will promise to always provide fattening junk food and orange rice as meal staples.


belsum said...

Mmmmm Kettle Cooked Mesquite BBQ Potato Chips. [/Homer drool]