Well, we're just about to start February and we're making some progress in letting go of Sam's beloved binky (a.k.a. the goo-goo.) We started this quest around the beginning of the year. To get the whole story just click here.
Sam only gets his goo-goo at night and then puts it to "bed" each morning. He lays it in his bed and says "night-night goo-goo."
Runner Boy is now introducing the idea of giving up his goo-goo for good.
Tonight at dinner he said to Sam, "Sam you don't need your goo-goo anymore."
He replied, "yes I do."
Runner Boy says, "why Sam?"
Sam replied, "I whan it...because I wike it."
Tonight when we put him to bed he looked up, stuffed his goo-goo in his mouth, picked up one in each hand and closed his blue eyes.
I don't think this will be easy...
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
jeans vs reality
I made a mistake today. Yup. Made the mistake of looking for a new pair of jeans. Who knew such a quest could result in such an emotional roller coaster.
I haven't purchased a pair of jeans in about 5 years. Ouch. How did that happen? Except that I hate buying clothes and the last pair was a sweet deal that I got in New Orleans before *Katrina* washed the mall away. I paid 12 bucks back then.
So, I left the hospital today with the goal of acquiring a new pair to replace my faded, shredded and comfy jeans. It's not the holes that are the problem...it's where the hole are that have propelled me into this mission.
So, I thought I should go to a kind of upscale mall to get my jeans. That would mean more options and expensive jeans should make my bum look better.
I entered store #1 with confidence. Several styles, lots of colors and sale signs everywhere. Now, when the last time you bought jeans was 2 kids ago, how do you know what size you are? and what style looks best on you? the modern fit? the anne fit? the martin fit? the sexy, curvy 90210 fit? boot cut? straight leg? it has now gotten as complicated to buy jeans as it is to buy bras. I selected my pile and headed into the dressing room.
I tried on a size that should fit...(my confidence begins to waver)...too tight in the thighs...I knew it...I always thought I had big thighs. There is was: the sense that my well-being is attached to the size I wear...and THAT pair of jeans was infringing on my sense of well being and body image. I finished trying on the pile I had in my dressing room. Nothing was right...too tight, too long, too low waisted...
Forget the sale, on to the next store.
My hope was buoyed at the next store. More jeans, more sale signs...but I was willing to go for a full price pair if I find "the pair". I dug through the piles and hauled another stack into the dressing room. By the time I worked through them all, I had dropped 2 jean sizes! The store didn't have my size, but why should I care? The clothing now says I'm thin. So all of the external cues said I'm okay now.
Funny how a little tag hanging on a piece of clothing can change the way people see themselves.
Next store. I am now completely willing to skip the sale signs and look for the upscale and expen$ive jeans. Surely this will help me. I couldn't find the REALLY pricey ones, so I did the best I could. Another pile, another dressing room, more denim...no luck. But, I was still wearing the smaller size. A good thing right?
Nah. I reflected on the experience as I left the mall:
1) it's amazing how many styles of jeans there are. I didn't even make a dent in trying them on.
2) Common denim sewn into jeans with a label slapped on them is very expensive. In fact, if the whole medical thing gets boring, I may start designing jeans.
3) It takes time to find a good pair of jeans. This is a hard concept for who don't like to shop for clothes. I was done after 3 stores and 2 hours. I may have to spend a few weeks to psyche myself up for the next foray into denim.
4) Numbers on a label (also known as the size) don't mean anything. They are not a reflection of worth, value, character, health or self-image. They are a number assigned by a manufacturer and a marketing department. I am not any bigger or smaller tonight that I was this morning. I am made in the image of God. Jeans are made in the image of a brand. I know where I need to draw my value.
So, I will have to head out again to find jeans. I'll still have to deal with which style, color and price range to try, but I will not allow size to set the tone of the event. I just want them to make the bum look better and to have no holes.
I haven't purchased a pair of jeans in about 5 years. Ouch. How did that happen? Except that I hate buying clothes and the last pair was a sweet deal that I got in New Orleans before *Katrina* washed the mall away. I paid 12 bucks back then.
So, I left the hospital today with the goal of acquiring a new pair to replace my faded, shredded and comfy jeans. It's not the holes that are the problem...it's where the hole are that have propelled me into this mission.
So, I thought I should go to a kind of upscale mall to get my jeans. That would mean more options and expensive jeans should make my bum look better.
I entered store #1 with confidence. Several styles, lots of colors and sale signs everywhere. Now, when the last time you bought jeans was 2 kids ago, how do you know what size you are? and what style looks best on you? the modern fit? the anne fit? the martin fit? the sexy, curvy 90210 fit? boot cut? straight leg? it has now gotten as complicated to buy jeans as it is to buy bras. I selected my pile and headed into the dressing room.
I tried on a size that should fit...(my confidence begins to waver)...too tight in the thighs...I knew it...I always thought I had big thighs. There is was: the sense that my well-being is attached to the size I wear...and THAT pair of jeans was infringing on my sense of well being and body image. I finished trying on the pile I had in my dressing room. Nothing was right...too tight, too long, too low waisted...
Forget the sale, on to the next store.
My hope was buoyed at the next store. More jeans, more sale signs...but I was willing to go for a full price pair if I find "the pair". I dug through the piles and hauled another stack into the dressing room. By the time I worked through them all, I had dropped 2 jean sizes! The store didn't have my size, but why should I care? The clothing now says I'm thin. So all of the external cues said I'm okay now.
Funny how a little tag hanging on a piece of clothing can change the way people see themselves.
Next store. I am now completely willing to skip the sale signs and look for the upscale and expen$ive jeans. Surely this will help me. I couldn't find the REALLY pricey ones, so I did the best I could. Another pile, another dressing room, more denim...no luck. But, I was still wearing the smaller size. A good thing right?
Nah. I reflected on the experience as I left the mall:
1) it's amazing how many styles of jeans there are. I didn't even make a dent in trying them on.
2) Common denim sewn into jeans with a label slapped on them is very expensive. In fact, if the whole medical thing gets boring, I may start designing jeans.
3) It takes time to find a good pair of jeans. This is a hard concept for who don't like to shop for clothes. I was done after 3 stores and 2 hours. I may have to spend a few weeks to psyche myself up for the next foray into denim.
4) Numbers on a label (also known as the size) don't mean anything. They are not a reflection of worth, value, character, health or self-image. They are a number assigned by a manufacturer and a marketing department. I am not any bigger or smaller tonight that I was this morning. I am made in the image of God. Jeans are made in the image of a brand. I know where I need to draw my value.
So, I will have to head out again to find jeans. I'll still have to deal with which style, color and price range to try, but I will not allow size to set the tone of the event. I just want them to make the bum look better and to have no holes.
Friday, January 16, 2009
friday medical minute...
in the midst of these frozen temperatures in the minus fahrenheit range we bring you a piece of medical advice...
this friday medical moment is brought to you by dr. fracture, his residents dr. mc broken and dr. scutmonkey and myself:
**be careful on the ice**
if you fall, you might break
then you have to see us.
**if you have to see us, please be nice to us**
we didn't break you.
this friday medical moment is brought to you by dr. fracture, his residents dr. mc broken and dr. scutmonkey and myself:
**be careful on the ice**
if you fall, you might break
then you have to see us.
**if you have to see us, please be nice to us**
we didn't break you.
global warming?
not sure about the global warming thing here...
this morning the thermometer on my little car read: -17 degrees F (yeah, that's a minus sign)...
i thought my face was going to fall off on my way across the parking lot to the hospital...
this morning the thermometer on my little car read: -17 degrees F (yeah, that's a minus sign)...
i thought my face was going to fall off on my way across the parking lot to the hospital...
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I'll be your barista...
Kate loves to pretend play lately. Her latest is to play a Starbuck*s barista and get me my coffee. Yesterday's conversation went like this...
Kate: You wanna tall peppermint, mocha, caramel hot chocolate?
Me: Yes, I'd love that.
Kate: You wan cripped cream on your tall peppermint mocha caramel hot chocolate?
Me: Yes.
Kate: I need your money. Do you wan dat on 'da *Visa* side or 'da Starbuck*s side?
(side note: I have one of those credit cards that give you benefits to spend at Starbuck*s when you buy things on the card.)
(additional side note: Runner Boy is horrified she knows all about the card, how to use it and how to recite my whole morning coffee interaction.)
Me: Please put that on the Starbuck*s side.
Kate: You don't have any money on da Starbuck*s side, wanna use da credit card?
Me: Sure.
Kate: Okay, here's your coffee.
Oh, yeah, I tipped her...she's a cute little barista...
Kate: You wanna tall peppermint, mocha, caramel hot chocolate?
Me: Yes, I'd love that.
Kate: You wan cripped cream on your tall peppermint mocha caramel hot chocolate?
Me: Yes.
Kate: I need your money. Do you wan dat on 'da *Visa* side or 'da Starbuck*s side?
(side note: I have one of those credit cards that give you benefits to spend at Starbuck*s when you buy things on the card.)
(additional side note: Runner Boy is horrified she knows all about the card, how to use it and how to recite my whole morning coffee interaction.)
Me: Please put that on the Starbuck*s side.
Kate: You don't have any money on da Starbuck*s side, wanna use da credit card?
Me: Sure.
Kate: Okay, here's your coffee.
Oh, yeah, I tipped her...she's a cute little barista...
Monday, January 12, 2009
riding the rails...
Saturday was a big Girls' Day Out in our family. We took the train to *American*Girl*Place* and had a great time.
Our special cousin just had a birthday, so we spent the day celebrating. It was Kate's first big train ride.
...and she was excited!
Kate had no idea that so many dolls could be found in one place. After about an hour, we had to stop for a juice box and a rainbow cookie. That gave her the boost to "press on" shopping with her special 'cuz.
We had so much fun looking at all the dolls, outfits and accessories. There is a restaurant in the store, too. The dining room is so cute and here is a photo of one of the chandeliers just outside the restaurant. ...this has inspired me...
After we at the store and spent some $$$ on fun things, we all split up for a little shopping. Kate and I cruised the mall together and had a great time. She even helped me pick out a new outfit for work.
We needed another pick-me-up after our shopping blitz, so we sampled a little chocolious *Godiva* drink. Kate thought it was just yummy.
It was a great day! Kate was exhausted at the end, however. We were about 10 minutes away from the train station when I heard snoring coming from the back seat. I looked into the rearview mirror to her slumped over in her car seat fast asleep.
so much fun...so tired
Our special cousin just had a birthday, so we spent the day celebrating. It was Kate's first big train ride.
...and she was excited!
Kate had no idea that so many dolls could be found in one place. After about an hour, we had to stop for a juice box and a rainbow cookie. That gave her the boost to "press on" shopping with her special 'cuz.
We had so much fun looking at all the dolls, outfits and accessories. There is a restaurant in the store, too. The dining room is so cute and here is a photo of one of the chandeliers just outside the restaurant. ...this has inspired me...
After we at the store and spent some $$$ on fun things, we all split up for a little shopping. Kate and I cruised the mall together and had a great time. She even helped me pick out a new outfit for work.
We needed another pick-me-up after our shopping blitz, so we sampled a little chocolious *Godiva* drink. Kate thought it was just yummy.
It was a great day! Kate was exhausted at the end, however. We were about 10 minutes away from the train station when I heard snoring coming from the back seat. I looked into the rearview mirror to her slumped over in her car seat fast asleep.
so much fun...so tired
Saturday, January 10, 2009
A big day...
We went to Chicago today for a special adventure with Kate's cousin...
Look out American*Girl*Store here we come...
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