I wrote a post but accidentally selected all and cut it. Create a fucking undo button, iPhone.
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Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
I ran out of diapers today
My parents have a pool. So on this 90 plus degree day, we went. V kept trying to drink the pool water but all in all a success.
Until she pooed a huge poo just before we left. I saw it in her face. The concentration. Then, I heard it. I went to go change her diaper and then realized oh shit we are out.
Babies go into the pool diapered. Obviously, since you don't want them shitting in your pool. Hence, the swim diaper, which goes over the regular diaper. The name is misleading because it doesn't do anything but keep solids in. It is completely permeable, and so any time the baby goes into the pool, her diaper will swell up to the size of Neptuner. Seriously she was buoyant after 5 minutes.
Anyhoo, after multiple trips into the pool, and diaper changings in between, I realized too late that I had used all of the diapers. So we stuck a towel in her pants and put a doggie wee wee pad under her butt in the car. Of course she peed on the way home and when I picked her up, I knew what she knew but didn't tell me. Fun, really fun.
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Until she pooed a huge poo just before we left. I saw it in her face. The concentration. Then, I heard it. I went to go change her diaper and then realized oh shit we are out.
Babies go into the pool diapered. Obviously, since you don't want them shitting in your pool. Hence, the swim diaper, which goes over the regular diaper. The name is misleading because it doesn't do anything but keep solids in. It is completely permeable, and so any time the baby goes into the pool, her diaper will swell up to the size of Neptuner. Seriously she was buoyant after 5 minutes.
Anyhoo, after multiple trips into the pool, and diaper changings in between, I realized too late that I had used all of the diapers. So we stuck a towel in her pants and put a doggie wee wee pad under her butt in the car. Of course she peed on the way home and when I picked her up, I knew what she knew but didn't tell me. Fun, really fun.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Autocorrect
Freaking iphone. I would like to know who is in charge of the autocorrect function. I mean, someone has to sit there and type in all of the possible misspellings for a word, right? I know that person is a guy, because my iphone just tried to autocorrect "playdate" to "playmate". No, no no. NO.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
What the beep
She throws the block and cries. I pick it up and give it back to her. And she throws it again! And again! Um, if you want it so badly don't throw it. Duh baby. I guess her teeny mind can't grasp this concept.
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Saturday, June 16, 2012
Baby music classes
Yeah I joined one. The baby needs to interact with other people or else she will become shy, and eventually weird, like me.
I went in expecting to see a bunch of moms with their babies but they were all nannies. We sat around in a circle while Andy stood in the middle and played his guitar and sang. He sang in the highest, happiest, squeakiest voice I have ever heard a male use, and he bounced around like he was on extasy. I kept thinking, I bet you never saw yourself doing this when you were 10 and wanted to be a pop star. At one point Andy had to check on the music player and when he thought no one was looking he put his head down into his hand. Ah, the veneer cracks.
All of the other babies laughed and ran around. They picked up the little shaking toys that Andy passed around and stuck them in their mouths while their nannies call watched. One baby crawled up to Andy and latched onto his legs. Violet sat and stared. And stared. And stared. Her little arms were like chicken wings and for the life of me I couldn't get her to straighten them. All the while her mouth hung slightly open. When she does this she looks a little delayed. I sang and did motions but she gave me nothing.
We're going back next week. Here is hoping she does more than drool.
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I went in expecting to see a bunch of moms with their babies but they were all nannies. We sat around in a circle while Andy stood in the middle and played his guitar and sang. He sang in the highest, happiest, squeakiest voice I have ever heard a male use, and he bounced around like he was on extasy. I kept thinking, I bet you never saw yourself doing this when you were 10 and wanted to be a pop star. At one point Andy had to check on the music player and when he thought no one was looking he put his head down into his hand. Ah, the veneer cracks.
All of the other babies laughed and ran around. They picked up the little shaking toys that Andy passed around and stuck them in their mouths while their nannies call watched. One baby crawled up to Andy and latched onto his legs. Violet sat and stared. And stared. And stared. Her little arms were like chicken wings and for the life of me I couldn't get her to straighten them. All the while her mouth hung slightly open. When she does this she looks a little delayed. I sang and did motions but she gave me nothing.
We're going back next week. Here is hoping she does more than drool.
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Sucks
Ever since I had Violet, I can't watch a simple baby killing on tv anymore without completely freaking out. I guess I am not your target audience, Game of Thrones. But I still love you.
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Monday, June 11, 2012
My babeh is a big babeh
She is 9 months old but looks like a one year old. I get a lot of "oh what a big girl!" "She's so fa--HEALTHY!"
What can I say? She eats like a trucker.
Mmmm cooky
COOOOOKY
chomp
Where she gets this I have no idea, I write while chowing down on some munchies.And that is a tv remote in her hand. I guess babies do in fact copy what they see.
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What can I say? She eats like a trucker.
Mmmm cooky
COOOOOKY
chomp
Where she gets this I have no idea, I write while chowing down on some munchies.And that is a tv remote in her hand. I guess babies do in fact copy what they see.
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I am not handy
I used to have a glass shelf that hung on the wall near my apartment entry way. It is not wide enough to hold anything useful. I have also walked into it 244 times and finally had enough. Over 8 hours I removed the shelf and the supports from the wall, sanded the giant holes left by anchors, covered the holes with mesh tape and joint compound, sanded it again, primed and painted.
Aaaaand it looks like my wall has weird bumpy growths.
Why I thought I could do this from watching one DIY video I don't know but I'm calling a painter for an estimate tomorrow.
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Aaaaand it looks like my wall has weird bumpy growths.
Why I thought I could do this from watching one DIY video I don't know but I'm calling a painter for an estimate tomorrow.
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Thursday, June 7, 2012
P90x
I'm no longer fat, after spending a month ingesting only 1200 calories a day, no carbs, but I am mushy as hell. Trying to get up from a seated position on the floor means rolling to my side and getting on my knees before hoisting myself up. I am around 120 or 125 lbs but about 95 of those lbs are fat. And about 1 is muscle.
So I bought a 12 disc set of p90x off of eBay, realized that there is a disc 13, found that that single disc sells for way too much, and found some video of some dude who recorded himself doing disc 13. He recorded only himself and not what was playing on the tv so I have to watch and copy this dude to do disc 13.
The introductory disc said not to do the p90x program without taking the fitness test or approval from a physician. I didn't want to take the test, because if I failed then my grand quest to be superfit would be over before it began, and I was still waiting for my pull up bar to arrive (says the girl who has never been able to do a pull up in her life). Luckily for me my sister is a doctor and she waved me on as she fell asleep on the couch.
Despite the lack of pull up bar, I decided I would try the first disc in the program, called core synergistics. I figured I would need some practice considering my level of fitness (between rock and sloth) and this disc didn't need the bar.
About five minutes in I was feeling pretty good but winded. Then I realized that we were still in the warm up phase. The real exercises kicked my ass. I was sweaty in places where I am not normally sweaty, like my elbow. A lot of the exercises required rolling around on the floor, which I wish they would have warned me about before I rolled into my bedstand, night table and that wobbly little stick that is attached to the bottom of the door.
It appears that I may have been born without triceps, or whatever muscle group is required for push ups. There was a lot of flopping on the ground and "holy shit"s.
But I shall persevere! Until I start looking like a man. Then I'll stop.
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So I bought a 12 disc set of p90x off of eBay, realized that there is a disc 13, found that that single disc sells for way too much, and found some video of some dude who recorded himself doing disc 13. He recorded only himself and not what was playing on the tv so I have to watch and copy this dude to do disc 13.
The introductory disc said not to do the p90x program without taking the fitness test or approval from a physician. I didn't want to take the test, because if I failed then my grand quest to be superfit would be over before it began, and I was still waiting for my pull up bar to arrive (says the girl who has never been able to do a pull up in her life). Luckily for me my sister is a doctor and she waved me on as she fell asleep on the couch.
Despite the lack of pull up bar, I decided I would try the first disc in the program, called core synergistics. I figured I would need some practice considering my level of fitness (between rock and sloth) and this disc didn't need the bar.
About five minutes in I was feeling pretty good but winded. Then I realized that we were still in the warm up phase. The real exercises kicked my ass. I was sweaty in places where I am not normally sweaty, like my elbow. A lot of the exercises required rolling around on the floor, which I wish they would have warned me about before I rolled into my bedstand, night table and that wobbly little stick that is attached to the bottom of the door.
It appears that I may have been born without triceps, or whatever muscle group is required for push ups. There was a lot of flopping on the ground and "holy shit"s.
But I shall persevere! Until I start looking like a man. Then I'll stop.
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Yeeeeeahhh beetches
We got back to NYC last Thursday. Since then, we've been sleeping very late and getting up very late, and having fun not looking at smog.
The skies in Seoul are not blue. They are either light gray or dark gray, depending on the sun and the time. The air stings your skin until your cells die, and then you feel ok.
It is also incredibly humid. Maybe when the air is that saturated with pollution, it doesn't ever feel dry. But it can be 65 degrees and feel hot.
It is so awesome to be back, but I've forgotten what I used to cook. Last night I had PB&J saltines for dinner. Delicious.
Slowly our schedules are returning to normal. We woke up at 8:30 instead of 11:30 today, and Violet has been take awesome 2 hours naps to her usual blink of eye 30 minute naps.
One highlight from the motherland: Violet learned how to clap. I have to yell "baksu! baksu! bak-bak-su!" ("clap" in korean) for her to do it, but she'll do it.
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The skies in Seoul are not blue. They are either light gray or dark gray, depending on the sun and the time. The air stings your skin until your cells die, and then you feel ok.
It is also incredibly humid. Maybe when the air is that saturated with pollution, it doesn't ever feel dry. But it can be 65 degrees and feel hot.
It is so awesome to be back, but I've forgotten what I used to cook. Last night I had PB&J saltines for dinner. Delicious.
Slowly our schedules are returning to normal. We woke up at 8:30 instead of 11:30 today, and Violet has been take awesome 2 hours naps to her usual blink of eye 30 minute naps.
One highlight from the motherland: Violet learned how to clap. I have to yell "baksu! baksu! bak-bak-su!" ("clap" in korean) for her to do it, but she'll do it.
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