Tuesday, May 26, 2009
RTT: The T.V. Edition
Oh, Keely your so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind! Hey Keely! Hey Keely!
*Did you watch Jon & Kate Plus 8 last night? I did. Can I just say that I feel bad for them? I mean, not for the fact that they are super rich and live in a gorgeous multimillion dollar home and have gobs of domestic help and pretty well behaved children (seriously, I only have two and they run around like monkeys. I if I had eight it'd be a zoo up in here.) I feel bad that their marriage is self destructing on a national stage. I mean, I know they are celebrities by choice, but they are not REAL celebrities. They don't know how to handle their relationship publicly. And being married is hard, especially when you have kids. When you have kids, you have significantly less time to work on your marriage. And I know a lot of people hate on Kate because she is such a ball breaker, but I feel for her. The woman has eight children; she has to run a tight ship or their lives would implode. Eight kids, people. EIGHT.
*Two nights ago, Nelson found a hard lump on Oscar's head. We figured it was a little goose egg from where he bumped his noggin earlier in the day. It was small for a goose egg, but it didn't seem to be bothering him, so I just figured I'd keep and eye on it. Well, last night when I was giving Oscar is bath, I noticed it was still there and had not gone down at all. And, I found a second, slightly larger one. As of this morning, they are both about the size of a pea, the second on still being slightly larger. They are pretty hard, leading me to believe they aren't cysts or swollen glands. They aren't red or causing him any pain. I'm TOTALLY FREAKED OUT by them, but I'm trying to take it easy because they don't hurt and Dr. Google assures me they are likely nothing. Nelson is taking him in to the pediatrician today.
*Miles has been grabbing at food on our plates, but he completely rejects solid baby food. Like, he gags on the first bite, and them purses his lips and dodges the spoon when I try to feed him. So, what the crap? Is he ready for solids or not? Because he acts STARVING all the time, and is nursing his face off. Maybe he just hates baby food? I mean, I can see that. It is pretty disgusting. I guess I just don't know where to go from here. Oscar was inhaling baby food at four months. So, do I just keep trying every day? Once a week? Wait until next month? It's just weird because he's clearly interested. We've done bananas and sweet potatoes. We eschew baby cereal around here - Oscar never did well with it (it made him gassy, constipated, and gave him diaper rash), so I'm hesitant to give any to Miles. But, perhaps I should...
*We went out for this wonderful traditional Chinese dinner on Saturday evening. It was great. A student from China that Nelson was mentoring took us. So, the restaurant billed itself as kid friendly. What does that mean to you? To me, it mean there will be high chairs, a kids menu, beverage cups with lids, and maybe even some crayons and an activity place mat. The place we wnt had high chairs. That's it. Unfortunately, I forgot Oscar's sippy cup and had not packed the diaper bag with toddler toys. The sucker is pretty loaded down these days with diapers, wipes, and a change of clothes for two, so I only put toys in for special trips. I had to run next door to get a sippy cup and some toys for Oscar, but he was still a heathen. Tearing around the restaurant, trying to run out of the joint, pulling napkins/plates/silverware off the tables, attempting to eat food left on other patrons' tables. He's so awesome sometimes. Anyways, the moral of the story is high chairs to not equal kid friendly. And Oscar is officially too old to eat out at restaurants.
*Have you seen the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall? It's actually pretty funny. Funnier than I expected. Although the unrated version has some male full frontal, like way more than is usually in non-pornographic American movies (so, maybe 25 seconds total?) and it's really too much for me. It was really for comedic effect, but I guess I'm kind of a prude. Anyways, I was expecting more of a ro-co, but it was more of a lewd comedy, a la 40-Year-Old Virgin. Which makes sense since it was done by the same folks. So, funny.
*I'm still thinking about Oscar's lumpy head and I do not like it, not one bit.
*We took Oscar to Stride Rite this weekend to get him measured for new shoes. He's a size nine. If you don't know, that's officially GIGANTIC for a two-year-old. But, the worst thing? The shoes he walked in the store with were a seven-and-a-half. We bought them in February. He was wearing shoes a size and a half too small. Parenting FAIL.
*I also got new shoes this weekend and I'm not entirely pleased with them. I have big feet (sorry, Oscar) so I always have a tough time and now I have to struggle with finding shoes that are cute, but are wearable enough to allow me to chase small children. That's not so easy to find, particularly when you're feet are the size of a drag queen's.