June 29, 2005

all together now... WOO HOO!!!

3/4 jar of Chicken and Pears. Our dry spell is over.
Thank God.
(cheeze poo is not the funnest)

June 28, 2005

Raegan is 9 months Old Today... - 3/4 - .75 - 75% of a year....you get my point. She's growing so fast, she's BLURRY!! Posted by Hello

June 27, 2005

In case you were wondering..

There will be no pictures on the Blog for a while.. not sure how long. My wonderful Kodak Camera, one month after warrenty expiration, has decided to take a crap on me. Kodak is no help. We have NO MONEY to take it in and get it fixed ( assuming it can be fixed and doesn't just need replaced), so I have no way to doccument Raegans new things right now.
She is very good at the tummy crawl, using both arms to pull and her left foot to push ( you'd think her right foot wasn't there.. she holds it up in the air)
This totally sucks, by the way. I will always wonder what I've forgotten about her, and it's been 2.5 weeks since I had a camera.

OK, Explain this, please.

I can't get Raegan to eat. I put the food in her mouth, she puts the food on her tray, or bib, or the floor. Swallowing does not happen ( much). She'll eat cheese, and applesauce. The rest gets a grimace and is spit out ( assuming I can get it in her mouth in the first place instead of, say, her nose). She USED to eat rather well! Not for the last week. So tell me, then, why is it that she'll happily eat lint, grass, or dirt clods without any prompting? Q-Tip in the bathroom floor? Yum Yum ( it was clean). Mystery lump of paperish stuff found near the laundry room? Tasaty. Grass clump on the bottom of Dads shoe? ( he had just mowed... hoping no dog poo there as well) Delicious! DOG FOOD? Goodie Goodie. Oatmeal? Peas? Pears & Chicken? Yuck Yuck Yuck. I DO NOT understand. Should I just spread her food on the kitchen floor and let her crawl around and put it in her mouth? Wait it out? She's getting 95% ( of more) of her nutrition from bottles these days... isn't that supposed to be something like 60% by now? Sure, she'll happily chew on a carrot all day ( eating none of it, just teething ) , but turns her nose up at diced cooked carrots for dinner.
Maybe I should be washing the clothes in baby food so that the lint she inevitably eats at least has some nutritional value.
Or not.

June 23, 2005

Hey, she's COPPYIN' me!

Very Cool..... when I say " Uh Oh...", Raegan says "Uh Oh...". When I say " HI!", Raegan says "Iiieee". That little booger is COPPYING me! What a HUGE step forward! Not just mearly making noises that sound like noises she hears all day, but actually making the effort to make the noise that I am making right now! You can almose SEE her little brain absorbing all that information. Very cool!

On a crawling update.. she has stopped using her knees, and instead has decided to army crawl, pushing off with her toes and pulling with her fingers. Literally just her toes though. The rest of her leg stays straight out. Hmmm.. not the best way, but hay, she's figuring it out!

Last weekend we had a try at camping with Davinie and Steve, which just didn't turn out well. In the end, all three of us got sick, and Raegan and I are still fighting it. Don't think we got sick THERE, but I bet the cold weather didn't help. So, we're boogering all over the place, sneezing a lot, Raegan has this ugly cough, and my throat is killing me. Not to mention my head feels like it's full of water. Wonder how her head feels? It's been a fun week, let me tell you. The only good thing is Raegan gets dosed with childrens Motrin in the mornings ( that seems to be the worst time for her) so we both get a LONG first nap of the day. I will not feel guilty for drugging my child. I won't. ( I'm convinced she only got sick because she stopped breastfeeding completely about a week and a half ago. No mama antibodies...)

In other news, Matt has started school. He has 1 class in the mornings, and 2 classes at night, meaning he gets up at 2, works 4.5 hours, goes to class #1, comes home for a nap, homework , gets dinner, goes to class #2 & 3, Home to sleep. This is on tue-thursday. On monday he just has the morning class, so he works, goes to class, works some more, then comes home to sleep. Busy boy, let me tell you. He's gonna burn out, but HE has to decide to cut back on work, I can't make him.

I'm hoping to start work as a Medical Transcriptionist some time this fall. Arranging the training now, and Davinie has a former co-worker who may be "hiring" later on.. hopefully that works! It would be NICE to be able to contribute some $ other then babysitting funds!

Well, That's All for Now, Folks!

June 16, 2005

Movin' and Grovin'

I am officially gonna claim that today, Raegan started to crawl. Now, it was mostly on her face, or backwards, but she's figuring it out!

Happy as a clam.

June 13, 2005

A Giggle a Day keeps the Belly Fat Away....

Found this article, and almost peed myself laughing. Posted it here for your amusement.

Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl” is one of the most baffling pieces of music of the modern age. It’s got something to do with cheerleaders—that much is clear, judging from the chanting and the marching band that’s honking and tooting in the background. Beyond that, good luck deciphering the song’s ambiguities. We were so vexed by the mystery that is “Hollaback Girl” that we have devoted countless hours to its study. Our conclusions are below. The first thing you should know, though, is that Gwen is not singing “I ain’t no Harlem fat girl”—at least, we don’t think she is.

Uh huh, this my shit
Gwen is introducing us to her shit.

All the girls stomp your feet like this
This talk of shit and stomping has nothing to do with actually stepping on feces. But what does it mean? From a reading of the later text, we can conclude that the song takes place in the world of high school athletics, and that Gwen is apparently leading the girls in a calisthenics exercise. The “shit,” we surmise, is what she calls the exercises she’s teaching the other girls.

A few times I’ve been around that track. So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Here, Gwen exhorts the girls to try harder as they jog around the track, reminding them that physical fitness is “not just gonna happen,” but must be worked at.

Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl, I ain’t no hollaback girl
These lines are the most confusing, but their meaning will become clearer later.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit
Gwen repeats this four more times. She wants to make sure that we are well acquainted with her shit.

I heard that you were talking shit, And you didn’t think that I would hear it
Gwen has been the victim of some slanderous high school gossip, and she doesn’t appreciate it. Gwen is 35 years old sliding into MILF status at this point, but we’ll grant her some poetic license.

People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up. So I’m ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gwen is going to round up a “posse” of her girlfriends and retaliate against the person who’s been talking “smack” about her.

Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
Gwen is going to beat up the person who wronged her, after she completes the cheerleading routine that will inspire the football team to score a touchdown. Gwen has interesting priorities.

That’s right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up
It seems the entire cheerleading squad is going to beat up the person who spoke ill of Gwen; they have put down their pom-poms, and they are now “fired up” to exact swift and terrible vengeance on Gwen’s behalf.

A few times I’ve been around that track, So it’s not just gonna happen like that. Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl, I ain’t no hollaback girl
Gwen is apparently the captain of the cheerleader squad; she is the girl who “hollas” the chants, not one of the girls who simply “hollas” them back. Given that the squad is preparing to beat somebody up on Gwen’s behalf, she’s picked a strange time to remind them that she is their leader and they are her sheep-like followers. Gwen obviously rules her squad with an iron fist.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
Again with the shit.

So that’s right dude, meet me at the bleachers. No principals, no student-teachers. Both of us want to be the winner, but there can only be one So I’m gonna fight, gonna give it my all
We learn that it was a “dude” who gossiped about Gwen. She challenges him to a fight at the bleachers. If he imagines it will be a fair, one-on-one fight, he is sadly mistaken. Gwen and her aforementioned “pack” will pounce on him like rabid wolves.

Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you. That’s right, I’m the last one standing, another one bites the dust
Gwen’s pack of furious cheerleaders leaves the boy a quivering, bloody heap behind the bleachers for the groundskeeper to discover the next day.

A few times I’ve been around that track. So it’s not just gonna happen like that, Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl. I ain’t no hollaback girl
Having completed their ghastly work, Gwen’s squad members return to the field and resume their cheerleading activities, as Gwen reminds them once more that she is the boss and they are all her bitches.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
By calling her exercise routines “shit,” Gwen is showing us that for all her bravado, the character in this song secretly suffers from profound self-esteem issues. She is a complex antiheroine for an age of changing gender attitudes and expectations.

Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Here, Gwen steps away from this bloody spectacle for a moment to comment on the madness and ugliness of what we’ve just witnessed, and, by extension, the petty rivalries of high school in general. This shit is bananas, Gwen tells us, and we can only agree. And lest we miss the point, she spells it out. And repeats it another three times.

A few times I’ve been around that track. So it’s not just gonna happen like that ,Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl. I ain’t no hollaback girl
Back on the field, Gwen is still bullying the squad to carry out her routines. But now we see her in a new light, as the sad, lost creature she truly is.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
As the song fades out, Gwen is left only with her “shit,” the mindless exercises that bring her no comfort from the raging emptiness within. As much as she “hollas,” no one hears her cries for help.


June 08, 2005

June 03, 2005

OK, so I don't have printed any series of 5 pictures for Davinie's assignment... I'll get some printed in the next few days. So.. I decided to do Raegans TINY TOOFS page. I used Walnut ink on strips of linen and secured it with eyelits, and also tied it to the tops of the tags. The blank space is reserved for the journaling I am hoping to type and print at Davinies this weekend. It looks pretty good in person! Posted by Hello

Happy Morgan! Posted by Hello