Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Dear God, are you there? It's me, Grace...
After catching an episode of "The Real Housewives of the OC", I found myself immersed in a deep depression. The thought that I belonged to the same taxonomic classification as these 'people' plunged me into a life threatening depression that took days to recover from.
In the fragile state that I was in, I should have stayed away from TV altogether, but I thought that Animal Planet would be a safe haven for the emotionally distraught--as far away from human disappointment as possible in the syndicated world of network television.
But who knew that a special on Borneo's wildlife would cause one to experience such theological and spiritual bewilderment. I happened to be watching a show that featured the Proboscis Monkey and I was so taken aback by the appearance--the nose--of the Proboscis Monkey that my immediate reaction was to wonder why God would allow such a thing?
I just don't understand it...
Monday, November 24, 2008
AMEN! Alex prays for lunch.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Wild Kingdom
You know: Shark Week, Animal Kingdom, The African Elephant, Elephant Seals, Champions of the Wild, National Geographics: One Year of Magnificent Large Mammals...you get the idea.
Everything I wear now makes me look like some sort of large beastly creature.
The other day I wore my black and white striped shirt and while in the past I looked very chic in this top (Yes, by my own admission -- I'm entitled to opinions however self congratulatory they may be), in more recent days I've begun to look like a large ailing zebra ready and primed to be taken down by a pack of prowling lions (I can probably reach a larger consensus on this point). I couldn't outrun a maimed sloth if my life depended on it in my current state.
But even funnier, I wore this top when Noah was in his Penguin Suit and I felt like we were shooting an episode of Animal Kingdom...the only thing amiss was the absence of a British voice over. I should ask Dave to give it a try and make a home movie.
You know, just a couple of days ago I was standing there, innocent, minding my own business and out of nowhere David came up to me and gave me a belly bump. A little more gentle, but similar to what you would see sumo wrestlers do in a match. I was a little surprised and puzzled and this must have been reflected on my face because David followed up with commentary. With his belly still abut to mine he leaned down and said: "It's like you have a little ball in your stomach". I wasn't sure if this was an apology, a reminder or just background information.
Adding insult to injury, Noah often will come up to me, lift my shirt and give the belly a good whack. My only consolation is that he does it to David as well.
And, I wonder what kind of commentary Noah is suggesting there...
RECALL: Mylicon Gas Relief Dye Free Drops
JOHNSON & JOHNSON • MERCK CONSUMER PHARMACEUTICALS COMPANY ANNOUNCES URGENT VOLUNTARY NATIONWIDE RECALL OF INFANTS' MYLICON® GAS RELIEF DYE FREE DROPS (SIMETHICONE-ANTIGAS) NON-STAINING DUE TO POSSIBLE METAL FRAGMENTS
Fort Washington, PA (November 10, 2008) – Johnson & Johnson • Merck Consumer Pharmaceuticals Company (JJMCP) is voluntarily recalling approximately 12,000 units of Infants' MYLICON® GAS RELIEF DYE FREE drops (simethicone-antigas) non-staining sold in 1 oz. plastic bottles that were distributed after October 5, 2008 nationwide. The company is taking this action in consultation with the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA). Although the potential for serious medical events is low, the company is implementing this recall to the consumer level as a precaution after determining that some bottles could include metal fragments that were generated during the manufacturing process. If any medical events were to occur, most are expected to be temporary and resolve without medical treatment. Parents who have given the product to their infant and are concerned should contact their health care provider immediately.
The two lots of Infants' MYLICON® GAS RELIEF DYE FREE drops non-staining 1 oz. bottles included in the recall are:
Product Code # | Lot # | Exp | Product |
71683791111-1 | SMF007 | 09/10 | Infants' MYLICON® Gas Relief Dye Free Non-Staining Drops 1 oz. |
71683791111-1 | SMF008 | 09/10 | Infants' MYLICON® Gas Relief Dye Free Non-Staining Drops 1 oz. |
Consumers can find the lot numbers on the bottom of the box containing the product and also on the lower left side of the sticker on the product bottle.
Consumers who purchased Infants' MYLICON® GAS RELIEF DYE FREE drops non-staining included in this recall should immediately stop using the product and contact the company at 1-800-222-9435 (Monday – Friday, 8:00 a.m. – 8:00 p.m. EST) or via the internet at www.mylicon.com for instructions regarding how to dispose of the product and request a replacement or refund.
Infants' MYLICON® drops are sold over-the counter, in retail stores and pharmacies, as an anti-gas medicine to relieve the discomfort of infant gas frequently caused by air swallowing or by certain formulas or foods.
The recall does not affect any Original Infants' MYLICON® GAS RELIEF products (1/2 oz. or 1 oz. size) or Infants' MYLICON® GAS RELIEF DYE FREE drops non-staining (1/2 oz. size).
The manufacturer has instructed retailers and wholesalers to return their inventories.
Adverse reactions or quality problems experienced with the use of this product may be reported to the FDA's MedWatch Adverse Event Reporting program either online, by regular mail or by fax.
Online: www.fda.gov/medwatch/report.
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Use postage-paid FDA form 3500 available at:
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About MYLICON® drops
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Better lookin' than George Clooney
I cut Noah's hair for the first time and it turned out better than I had anticipated. I sat in the tub with Noah and snipped away at his hair until it seemed to be cut evenly on all sides. It's the only place that Noah will stay seated for a long period of time and it took so long that all of Noah's fingers and toes turned to shriveled little raisins. Even after an hour and half of water play, Noah was still upset to leave the tub.
Spankin' Good Food: Bi Bim Bap
Taco Bell is not what it used to be and that is one of my greatest disappointments in life.
So I have resorted to cooking more at home. I have been wanting to eat Bi Bim Bap since yesterday and decided that I would make it at home EXACTLY the way I want it. You can buy all the ingredients pre-made, and for a second I was tempted to buy the premade bi bim bap packs, but it seems a little ridiculous to spend $20 on vegetables that I can prepare for a quarter of the cost.So I went to the Korean Market and bought all the ingredients and came home and started prepping.
And it took forever.
There was the spinach (which you have to pick clean, wash thoroughly, blanch and then season).
The beansprouts (which again requires picking the stems, washing thoroughly, blanch and season).
The carrots (which you have to wash, peel, and shred, then saute and season).
The radish (which you have to wash, peel, shred and season).
The chi na mul - english name unknown (which requires thorough cleaning, seasoning and long saute process).
The do ra jee - again english name unknown (which requires soaking, draining, splitting into bite size pieces, seasoning and sauteing).
The cucumbers (which you have to wash, slice and season).
The mushrooms (which you have to wash, slice, saute and season).
The meat (which you have to cut, marinade 'which requires work itself' and then cook).
And of course...the fried egg to top it all.
Don't forget the ko chu jang sauce, that needs to be made as well. And then, you always have to have soup with bi bim bap. So I made mi yuk guk as well, which isn't so much work, but, still...I do have a full time job, you know. AND I'm pregnant, so my fat belly keeps getting in the way making life that much more difficult.
It took me almost an hour and half to prep (some of the stuff I did ahead of time like marinating the meat and do ra jee). Korean food is always such a pain to cook. SUCH A PAIN. But it's sooo good...one of life's cruel ironies. It wouldn't be so bad if we ate Korean more regularly throughout the week, because then I could make all the ban chans in larger quantities. But, alas, I'm not a big fan of leftovers and neither is David and eating the same food two days in a row just does not whet the appetite.
Oh but it was SPANKIN' DELICIOUS.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Happy Feet!
A testimony of what a good dad David is:
Our church was hosting a Harvest Festival and children were encouraged to dress in costume. Of course, I had all the good intention of purchasing a costume in advance before the event, however, I couldn't decide on a costume and before I knew it Saturday came about and Noah was without festive attire.
It was a Saturday afternoon and as usual we were running late. I suggested that we forget the costume and just take Noah to the festival. No big deal, right?
And then David asked me, "What if he's the only one without a costume?"
Yes...what if he is the only one without a costume?
The thought of Noah having to bear the social price for my mistake was unbearable. David rushed us to the nearest costume store. If time constraints weren't enough trouble to have to deal with, we arrived at the store only to find a limited selection of costumes for infants.
We decided on the penguin suit after trying a number of alternative options. Turned out that the penguin suit was the last one on the shelf, AND it was missing a foot. Not a good day.
But, we improvised and took duck feet instead :)
We eventually made it to the party with the world's cutest penguin in tow. Despite all the hassle, hub-bub, and rush I was so glad that David went the extra mile. The unbearably cute vision of Noah waddling around in his penguin suit is a memory to cherish forever!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Noah's New Bed!
Though this is not a recent development, we thought we would share with you some major milestones taking place in our home. A month ago, we finally moved Noah out of our bed--kinda sorta--but today we're going to focus on the progress that we have made and celebrate Noah's graduation into the world of independent sleeping arrangement. Again, kinda-sorta-independent sleeping arrangement.
As you can see, he's 'technically' out of the bed...but in rather close proximity and often will climb back into bed during the night. Unfortunately, David acts as entry and exit point for these nocturnal events and has served to become the machinery behind raising and lowering Noah on and off the bed.
Clearly, sleep is important. This is Noah after his first night sleeping in his own bed.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Count Your Blessings...
And It appears to be very deliberate.
Unfortunately, I am positive that he is not getting the effect he was going for.
He wants attention, that much is clear.
I am tempted to ask if 'Yuck' is what he's aiming for.
Three thoughts come to mind as I watch and observe this schmuck (I rarely use this word, but pleasantly surprised and amused with the opportunity this little man has afforded me to use this silly word):
1. Yuck.
2. I'm so glad I'm married to David and he's not a big dork.
3. Where do all the freaks go at night?
He's wearing a slightly tight firetruck red Marlboro Man Cowboy shirt that reads "Wild West Country". Frankly, at 4'9" with a funny crew cut and big mouth (metaphorically speaking), cowboy is the last thing I would associate him with. Maybe a jackass?
His eyes follow the backside of every female that rushes by in the lunch room and when a particularly attractive one happens by he raises his voice and talks about how much muscle mass he is putting on at 145. Do you think he means pounds? The numerical value he refers to puzzles and confuses me.
I'm beginning to feel anxious at the sight of him. A multitude of feelings are starting to overwhelm me: Yuck. It's painful to watch him. He is starting to make me feel embarrassed to be a fellow Asian. Is the good, right and honorable thing to do to give him advice? What would David do? What would the good Samaritan do? I'm so glad that I'm married and David's not a dork. Is Gina ok? I hope she doesn't have to deal with too many schmucks. He definitely is not 145lbs...maybe 125-130?
I find this to be the perfect opportunity to sing praises about my lovely husband. For some strange reason the sight of this creature fills me with a sense of tremendous relief and gratitude for my dear husband.
Dear David,
I'm thankful that you're tall and handsome and socially presentable.
I'm thankful that you don't don't wear Marlboro Man t-shirts.
I'm thankful that you're not underweight.
I'm thankful that you're gentle spirited and not some gregarious little troll-like creature.
Thank you for being dignified. I never feel embarrassed when I'm with you.
And if I were a man, and you a woman, I'd wear you on my arm like a trophy-wife everywhere we go.
Love Always,
Thankful Wife.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Monkey See, Monkey Do.
Now, usually David is already up around this time and watching the market, so when Noah is up and shoving his Nuby Sippy Cup in my face I usually call out for my hero: "DAVID...DAVID! We need a bottle!"
Then a bottle magically appears and Noah falls back asleep and I no longer have Noah sitting atop my chest with a bottle to my face like a mugger on the streets of New York.
Well...Monkey See. Monkey Do.
Noah has eliminated the middle man and has gone straight to the source. Now in the mornings he calls out into the dark for his Hero. His Deliverer. His Milkman..."DAY-MID! DAY-MID!"
First time he did it, it just cracked me up. Now, it's become a bit of an issue and sometimes David has to re-educate the little man and tell him to call him "Dada".
How much information is too much information?
And it got me thinking...how much information is too much information. I tried to put myself in his shoe, but frankly I have never been very successful at this exercise in empathetic transference. Certain infractions never seem as bad when I am the perpetrator.
So, Dear Reader, I seek your guidance in this ethical dilemma.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Unbearable Cuteness of Being
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be
Oh I, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
You're my world, my heart, my soul
~~~
Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky
There would be no love in my life
There'd be no world left for me
And I, oh Baby, I don't know what I would do
I'd be lost if I lost you
It is a fascinating experience.
All of it.
Changing me from the inside out.
I remember people asking me how I felt about becoming a mother when I was pregnant with Noah; I never knew that this was what it would be like. I never knew what to expect and so didn't have a response to the question. Certainly, there are challenges--and the sheer physical exhaustion leaves you a fraction of a functional human being!
Oh...but what Joy :)!
I often am surprised by the depth and magnitude of love that continues to evolve inside me as I build a relationship with Noah. I see this in David, as well, as I watch him partake in the joys and responsibilities of fatherhood. I can actually see the love between Noah and David growing with each passing day as they develop a deeper relationship and attachment to one another. The two are inseparable and Noah follows his father around like a eager young pup. I love watching the two of them together and I hope that Noah grows up to be as wonderful a man as his father.
Now...my blog would not be complete without a funny story about Dave, now would it?
I was lying in bed with Noah, watching him in his peaceful slumber. Every now and then his eyes would flutter ever so slightly and I would nuzzle the soft down of hair on the crown of his head. Babies smell so sweet.
It was a beautiful and precious moment. The radio was playing in the background, and you could hear LeAnn crooning in the far distance "How do I live without you...How do I breathe without you...". I laid there in the half dark just watching my beautiful baby. It seemed as though we were frozen in time. In my mind's eye I could see Noah growing up and the years just rushing by. The reality of the shortness and brevity of life filled me with heart ache and a sense of urgency to do more with Noah, to be a better mother, to cook him better food, to read to him more, to play with him more, to sing to him more...
Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open and the hallway light poured into the room like floodlights on a prison tower.
Enter Dave.
I sit up, shocked by the intrusion and David walks into the master bathroom muttering under his breath that he needs something. I can feel Noah stirring out of his sleep.
He emerges with toilet plunger in hand and quickly passes me an apologetic look. Normally I would get mad but he looks so funny--standing there with evidence of his compromised situation. No need to pour salt on open wounds. He quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
I could hear a flush somewhere behind the doors and walls that separate us.
All is well with the world.
Smörgåsbord [ˌsmœrɡɔsˈbuːɖ]
Allow me serve you a smörgåsbord, a chronological buffet of noteworthy events (atleast, by my standards) that have been keeping our family busy these past couple months.
JULY:
* Family vacation to Portland, OR/Seattle, WA
* Noah's First Birthday
* Dave's Softball Tournament (Big Daddy Dave came home with Best Offense...or maybe it was defense?)
* Giants - still hopeful chance for playoffs.
AUGUST:
* I got a really bad sunburn at the Google Picnic. David made us stand in line for two hours to get some Google teddy bears for Noah. That's where my sunburn came from.
* Went to Outside Lands Music Festival and watched Jack Johnson LIVE in concert.
* Julie and Andre came a visited with us.
* My sister moved down south to start her PhD program.
* Another softball tournament
* Trip to Argentina
* Giants - dismal prospect for chance for playoffs.
SEPTEMBER:
* Had a TERRIBLE ant infestation. Which, I'd like to add, I decimated, destroyed, obliterated with my homemade ant bait.
* I made homemade cinnamon rolls for the first time from scratch. I should add that it wasn't the most successful attempt.
* I made homemade veggie/fruit wash.
* Finally installed shelved in the laundry closet.
* Babyproofed the house.
* 22 weeks pregnant. Me. Not Dave.
* Giants - maybe next season.
If I forgot to tell you that I'm pregnant--well, now you know :)
So that gut that you keep staring at...it's a baby.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Noah's First Birthday
Dearly Beloved,
Our family would like to send heartfelt thanks and gratitude for the outpour of love, support and generosity that you have all bestowed upon Noah and us as we celebrated his First Birthday. It was an amazing event thanks to you all and we are still opening gifts!
We wish that all of you could have made it but thank you for sharing with us in this celebration from near and far! We truly have wonderful friends and much repayment to make in the years to come.
The party itself was quite a production! I believe we had guests upwards to 150 in attendance! I only wish I could have recorded David at the end of the day as we were processing the day's events; he said: "That was more stressful than our wedding day"!
And I would concur.
Nonetheless, things went smoothly (or we hope that it did).
For those of you who are not familiar with the traditions of the Dol Celebration, a number of items are set infront of the child. Each item symbolizes the child's future. On Noah's table we set out the following:
Baseball Bat
Baseball
Bible
Rice
A spool of thread
Pen
Notebook
Cash
Can you guess what Noah picked?
I was told that David smiled from ear to ear like a proud parent when Noah grabbed the ball and bat :).
Enjoy the pictures and once again, thank you all. We love you very much!
Dave, Grace & Noah
Engrish
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
David...you gotta love the man.
All was well with the world.
Noah and I were reading "The Little Red Barn".
We looked at the horses and 'neighed'.
We looked at the dogs and we 'woofed'.
We looked at the chickens and we 'clucked'.
We looked at the pigs and we 'oinked'.
We looked at the cows and we 'moo-ed'.
But then, we came across a pigeon...and we..."(sat in silence)".
What sound do pigeons make? Noah turned to look at me with expectant eyes waiting to hear what sound pigeons make. It has been years since I've seen or made any acquaintance with any pigeon, so my mind came to a blank. In quick desperation I turned to David.
David, what sound do pigeons make?
You know what he said?
He said, "Eee!"
A quick, short, staccato "Eee!"
Now, I'm no city gal, and I must give David the benefit of the doubt given that he was born and raised in San Francisco his entire life, but I'm pretty confident that pigeons don't go "Eee!".
Maybe mice, or bats or squirrels...but I have never in my life heard a pigeon go "Eee!" -- in California or elsewhere, so we can eliminate the possibility of regional dialect.
Now, my concern is not the fact that David does not know what sound pigeons make -- further thought and I was able to recover from the dark recesses of my mind that they 'coo' -- but my concern is that he's been reading with Noah and teaching him other unorthodox and bizarrely inaccurate information.
This is not a singular isolated event.
The other day he was singing nursery rhymes with Noah:
I'm a little teapot,
Yes, I am.
I'm a little teapot,
Yes, I am.
I'm a little teapot,
Yes, I am.
I'm a little teapot,
Yes, I am.
The End.
That IS NOT how the song goes.
But it's funny, so I just let all these small indiscretions go. I'm sure one day, Noah will abruptly turn to Dad and correctly inform him that pigeons "coo" and introduce David to the anatomy of a teapot.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Mother Dearest
But sprinkle salt on a snail and the same celestial angel dust becomes -- Poison.
My mother has the latter effect on me. She can make me so mad that I start to foam at the mouth.
My sister says that I exhibit signs of OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) -- a very slight and minor case, but nonetheless, I believe the basic message is that I suffer some sort of psychological ailment. Apparently OCD stems from anxiety and is a response to feelings of helplessness and loss of control. So, those who are obsessive compulsive channel this anxiety and try to exert control over other areas in life. So, Yes. I do scrub the bathroom tiles in columns of three and carefully measure out Clorox and water in an exact ratio of 1:20 to create a lethally effective disinfectant solution.
I have been giving this diagnosis some thought and I strongly believe that my mother is to blame. I have been constipated since 1996 and that too is most likely her fault.
Susie...I know you're shaking your head right now and saying that I am, once again, being melodramatic. But seriously, don't be another victim. She can be very deceiving. Beneath that veneer of gentility and poise is a raging Korean woman with a river of fire running through her veins. Allusions. Deceptions. Mirages.
You know, my mother insists that David married me on account of her. Apparently, I have her to thank for being blessed with such a wonderful and handsome man. And of course, it's because of her that I have such a beautiful child because I would have never married such a beautiful man without her divine powers of prayer. Apparently, I bring nothing to the gene pool when it comes to Noah's good looks.
She is the Korean version of Rochester's mad woman in the attic. Only, the English seem to lock up their crazy women while the Korean household is run by them. Am I implicating myself of this legacy of lunacy being that I too am Korean? No, because if you recall in an earlier blog, I married a Banana. By default, David's preference for steak over kimchi chi gae qualify us as an American household.
I waited until I was 24 years old to return to college and get my undergrad. My doing.
I finally went back. Her doing.
I finished school in 18 months and graduated with honors. Again, her doing.
I returned home and got a job a Google. Yep -- that's right, all her doing.
I got married to Dave. Her doing.
I had a beautiful baby. Her doing.
Wheat and rice crops fail due to fungal infestation. My doing.
I fear Noah has poor taste in women as he has taken a strong liking to Grandma. Sometimes, in the morning while I drive him over to my mom's I tell him he may bite grandma's toe when she is not looking. He has made a poor agent to date and has yet to fulfill his mission. It will be some time before he reaches 007 status. If I don't see any progress soon I may have to decommission him and assign him to a desk job.
So, what do you do when your greatest adversary is your own flesh and blood and your precious baby's nanny?
Nothing. Scrub harder. Pick and choose your battles. Some foes are too great to overthrow. And, anyway, my sister and dad would never agree to a coup d'état. They attribute my mother's poor behavior to a minor personality flaw. Her egregious offenses are mere infractions to them.
But that is the debilitating power of oppression. My dad has been living with my mother for so long he no longer remembers the sweet taste of freedom, liberty or the pursuit of happiness. And my sister, she's running away to Southern California in a couple weeks under the facade of pursuing her PhD.
Hmmm...
Okay...so, yes. Ultimately, I do love my mother.
And, Yes, my mother is a tremendous help to me. But also at a tremendous cost to my mental sanity. It's what they call a symbiotic relationship in the animal world. Our's is a combination of mutualistic and parasitic interactions.
Sometimes, I just want to drive to Yellow Stone National Park and leave her there. I often threaten her of this fate if she continues to behave as she does. But nothing fazes this woman. She looks me over with disdain and prances away with Noah in her arms because she knows...
"The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world". ~ William Ross Wallace
Friday, July 25, 2008
Parents lose custody after naming girl 'Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii'
Some names are so weird they constitute child abuse, according to a court in New Zealand.
The family court judge reached that conclusion after hearing evidence in the case of a girl named "Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii."
"A lawyer for Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii had reported the 9-year-old was so embarrassed about her name that she had not revealed it to her friends and was other wise known as 'K,'" New Zealand Herald reports. "The lawyer said the girl feared being mocked and teased, and had a better insight about the situation than her parents, who appeared not to have given any thought to implications of giving their child such a name."
Judge Rob Murfitt placed TDTHFH "under the guardianship of the court" pending the selection of a new name. "It makes a fool of the child and sets her up with a social disability and handicap," he writes, according to the Taranaki Daily News.
In his ruling, which was written in February and released this week, Murfitt shared some of the other unusual names that Kiwis have selected for their children, including one who was named O.crnia, which was how her mother spelled "Oceania" in text messages.
He says children have been named Violence, Midnight Chardonnay and Number 16 Bus Shelter. Twins were named Benson and Hedges.
"It's not about unusual names, it's about objectionable names. Something being unusual or funny or what some people might consider silly might not be offensive to an unusual person," Tony Wallace, a spokesman for the Internal Affairs Department, tells the Daily News. "There's no reason not to accept Cinderella Beauty Blossom or Kaos." (Here's more from Wallace.)
The government tells various news organizations that parents were blocked from giving these names to their children: Fish and Chips, Yeah Detroit, Stallion, Twisty Poi, Keenan Got Lucky, Sex Fruit, Fat Boy, Satan, Adolf Hitler and 4Real.
Father's Day 2008
Today: Father's Day, May 13th 2008
I had matching shirts made for David and Noah for Father's Day.
We had a picnic at church and played softball afterwards. Noah had a good time with Daddy in the jumper house.
Joe recently sent me an email saying that Costco now carries Gummy Vitamins for ADULTS!
They're $2 off right now, so all you rough, tough, strong, burly men; head over to Costco for your Gummy Vitamins made officially for Adults.
Joe wouldn't admit to taking Gummy Vitamins but if you're getting email notifications on discounts for Gummy Vitamins -- we know what's up :)!
The Littlest Giant
Complete the following statement:
In my home, I am the ____________________.
Close your eyes. Take a moment. Think about it. You have your whole life ahead of you and the world lying at your feet.
Good.
Now, here's mine: "In my home, I am the tallest midget."
You ask, "Where is this coming from"?
It comes from a place of defeat.
Who's the boss in your life? For me, I am owned by the shortest giant in the world. He's 31 inches high, 20 lbs heavy, 12 months and 4 days wise. His methodologies and tactics vary and differ from moment to moment. At times he charms me with that dimpled dashing smile and yet in the same breath can shoot me the most smoldering evil eye; a look so terrifying that my hands tremble and shake as I hand over the remote control.
I may be bigger than him, but clearly Noah has made the trip to the Garden of Eden and taken from the Tree of Knowledge:
"In life there are Midgets and Giants. Mommy is the tallest midget I've ever met".
We all know that it's better to be the shortest Giant than the tallest Midget on the block.
The evolving social dynamics in our home is fascinating to observe (despite the young yet ever-tightening grip of oppression). I always imagined myself to be a very strict parent, in control, calling all the shots. My kid was going to sleep when I said to sleep, eat what I said to eat, play when I said to play, walk when I said to walk, never ever cry, and delight me by finger painting Fibonacci's Sequence on his plate with my homemade organic spaghetti sauce...in perfect script nonetheless.
Clearly, there is a huge disparity between reality and my very delusional self image.
So, I sleep when Noah is ready to sleep, I eat what I think Noah will want to eat, I play peek-a-boo like it was the first time every time, crawl around after Noah until I burn holes in jeans and clean his poop every time he drops a bomb.
Oh you ask about Dave?
Let me tell you a story, and readers can draw their own conclusion.
This morning when Noah woke up
Big Daddy Dave scooped him up and
gave him a big hug and kiss.
He was running late for work and gently
put him down on the bed.
But Little Bunny No-No would not have any of this.
He let out a little wail.
And Big Daddy Dave picked him back up
before Noah's tush even touched the sheets.
They walked and talked and played a bit,
sang their morning songs and Daddy stayed a bit.
Once again, the clock was ticking and tocking.
Cell phone was ringing, people were calling.
Daddy stretched his arms out to set him down,
But 'Waaah' went little Noah with a very sad frown.
The Midget of the House said not to fret,
"Just put him down, I'll be done in a sec.
Go to work, don't worry about him.
He'll stop crying, I've got it."
So, Big Daddy Dave gave his very last hug,
One more kiss and a little more love.
He reached out to set Baby Noah down.
"Wah" went the little boy.
And Daddy stuck around.
The End!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Leaders vs Managers
Not the most likable character. In fact, he's an ass. But a successful and effective manager.
I don't know about you, but I like to have imaginary conversations in my head. Sometimes, it's just cheerful banter, other times I am trying to correct some earlier faux pas/indignation and engaging in a private re-do for self redemptive purposes, and on occasion I find myself lecturing people and doling out pieces of my mind like candy at Halloween. Most of the time, these are people I would never approach in real life out of fear/intimidation/pathetic cowardice. And much of what I 'would' say would very likely result in occupational termination or other harsher consequences like assault...maybe some blood and a broken bone.
In any case, in this particular instance I was enumerating the differences between a manager and leader to this particular individual. Why the former was lesser than the latter and that while he was a successful and efficient manager, he would never transcend and rise to the challenge and calling of a great leader.
But of course, this begs the many questions:
"What is the difference between a manager and a leader"?
"Why is a leader superior to a manager"?
"What's the significance and importance to my personal life"?
For your sake, I will keep it as brief as possible without compromising the profound nuggetry of personal truth and wisdom.
I. Manager vs. Leader
A manager serves a function.
A leader serves a purpose.
II. Superiority of Leadership
Managers maintain the status quo. They manage and regulate. They serve a function.
A leader requires virtue and character. Someone who knows themselves, and knows and cares for those around them, and ultimately envisions something better and greater than the present. They have the ability to identify areas of improvement (personal and collective), identify needs and fulfill those needs. They are visionaries with heart and soul.
III. So What?
As I sit here and contemplate these things, I can see Noah in my peripheral view and it makes me wonder where, when and how I demonstrate these traits in my life. It makes me wonder how I can nurture and encourage Noah to be a leader. It forces me to examine myself closely and truthfully and scrutinize the authenticity of what I speak in relation to how I live.
I believe we are fast becoming a performance based society where success is measured in quantifiable units -- usually, money. In other situations, they are metrics that measure our performance in ways of grades, test scores, goals, quotas, action items, task lists, reviews & evaluations, etc. Inevitably, this creates a psychology that values what you have and what you do. But what about who you are and what you believe?
I realize that while I am a 'satisfactory' mother and fulfilling my function, I have failed to demonstrate qualities of leadership. I try to make sure that the house is clean, the laundry done, the boys are fed, the carpet vacuumed, the refrigerator stocked...but sadly, I haven't spent much time thinking about the truly important things. What kind of mother and wife do I want to be? Is my life exemplifying the kind of values and ethics I want Noah to embrace and imitate? What do I believe? What do I value? And how am I living in such as way that communicates and affirms these convictions? I guess, really what I am asking is: Am I living a purposeful and intentional life and actively contributing to a vision of a better me and a better world?
Mmm...not so much. Because I haven't been thinking. I've just been doing.
But thankfully, it's not too late. Noah is still young and I am confident that whatever damage has been done to his personal politics can easily be undone.
I am realizing more and more than parenthood complicates things exponentially. You can't just claim a belief or position without truly believing and meaning what you say--because you have to believe it enough to subject your child to the consequences.
For example:
I want the best for Noah. I want the very best. This especially includes his education. We have all heard the ugly rumors and stories about the disintegrating public school system. And I think for many families, the immediate reaction is to fall back on private schools. Some of us are fortunate enough to provide this luxury and privilege for our children.
But deep down inside, I believe in the public school system. I believe in what it stands for. I believe that every child has a right to education. I believe that public education is one of the great things about this nation. It may not be the best and most effective, but the ideals and philosophy in which public education is founded on is honorable, good and worth preserving, improving and institutionalizing. And so, I cannot ignore the conflict that arises in my own conscience when I consider the matter. Noah certainly deserves the best but every child deserves the best.
This is just one of the many thoughts that plague me as I face the challenges of parenthood. It's hard to remember to live and model a life of purpose and vision...but even harder to figure out what that purpose and vision is...and ten folds harder executing and acting on those convictions.
As I watch Noah grow with each passing day, it becomes more and more urgent for me to realize some important changes within myself. I must first become what I want my child to be. But more than setting an example...I am shaping the world in which my child will come of age. I have the ability and responsibility of shaping his ethics, his values and his world views and his relationship and responsibility to others and the world around him.
There is some heartache in this realization because I recognize that the kind of person I desire Noah to be will call for selflessness and sacrifice. Because when we stop to consider the great leaders of our time--greatness exacts a very high personal cost.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Oh Dear...
Some time ago -- because I love David -- I bought him some vitamins. I even splurged the extra few dollars and bought the expensive name brand version rather than the cheaper Costco Kirkland version.
Because I love him that much. Only the best for my man.
And when a man loves a woman -- he takes his vitamins. Right?
But, no. Not so.
No.
No.
No. Not so.
David never touched his vitamins. He politely received them as though I were handing him fruitcake from the middle ages and gently set them aside to collect dust.
And the bottle sat there...for days. Weeks. Months. Like a silent and deadly reminder of rejection and early widowhood. I felt hopeless and lost. Confused, until one day I discovered
No complaints. No resistance. Just one comment:
"These are pretty good."
Thank you 'Lil Critters Gummy Vites'. What love could not do, you did with a multi-vitamin and mineral supplement that kids AND grown men love! No artificial colors, flavors or preservatives. Your six great flavors have saved this marriage.
Friday, June 20, 2008
The Cutest Thing...
I was trying to wake him up and was poking his tiny little buddha belly. Poking him all over like he was a hot little steaming red bean bun. I could tell that he was awake because he was smiling.
But he wouldn't open his eyes. So I kept poking.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
It was so cute because he was pretending to be asleep--as though he didn't want the poking to end.
And he just laid there rolling around with the slightest smile on his face basking in all the pokey fun while squeezing his eyes shut.
There are days when I want to wrap Noah up in a tortilla and put him back inside my belly so I don't have to share him with the rest of the world.
I love Noah.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
While I was Waiting...
A lot.
The other day, while I was waiting for Dave -- I ate.
I ate a peach.
An apricot.
Spicy beef jerky.
A can of mandarin oranges.
And some blue berries.
And then David came home.
Today, David asked if I wanted to carpool with him. It seemed like a harmless proposition. We left the house at 8:15am.
I got to work at 11:00am.
On our way he said he forgot something at the office.
So I waited. And while I waited...
I got gas.
Went to Safeway.
I bought a Sugar Donut, and Ole' Fashion Donut and a Bearclaw.
I went to Starbucks.
Bought a tall drip and grande passion tea.
He had to run a couple of errands on the way.
So I sat in the passenger seat and I ate the donut. Drank my tea. Checked my email. Bought some drums for Noah on Amazon. Looked at reviews for infant activity books.
And right now as we speak, I am waiting for David. And while I am waiting, I write this blog.
But I also ate a cookie.
Drank a bottle of Grape Vitamin Water.
Read about 50 blog entries.
Paid my bills.
Looked a old pictures and videos of Noah.
He just called...he's lost.
I have to go and give him directions.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
How To Be a Good.
Kitchen -- Some newbies are really on top of it. You know the types--people who have 1 year, 5 year, and 10 year plans. The ones who purchase life insurance for their 21st birthday and create pivot tables to manage their personal finances. And when the time comes for procreating, they even plan for the gender of their offspring. You know who I'm talking about. They implement feeding schedules, bedtime routines, and menu plans. They also baby-proof the house before the second trimester is over. Thankfully, this is not the case with my newbies. Like the California Cows and cage free chicken, I get to graze in open pasture. But with great power comes much responsibility so don't abuse your open range privileges. When mommy is cooking in the kitchen, be her little helper and pull out all the pots and pans tucked inconveniently in the low and hard to reach places.
Laundry -- Combine diaper leaks, dookie blowouts, saucy finger foods with poor motor skills and you get a lot of laundry.
A Lot.
In our home, Pops loads, I unload and Mom folds.
Load. Unload. Fold. Quick, simple, easy and we all share the task!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Confessions...
David: Grace. I have something to confess to you.
[Pause...long pause.]
David: I got another ticket.
Grace: What do you mean another ticket? (Is he talking about season tickets to the Giants?)
[Pause...awkward guilty pause.]
Grace: Ack! You mean speeding ticket!
David: It was a total speed trap...blah blah blah.
And so the story goes. For some of you who are under the very false premise that David is as equally staid and calm behind the wheel as he is in person--you are WRONG!
SO WRONG!
This is his third speeding ticket in one year. And if you ask David, "Why?", he'll have a very Zen Monk-like response: "Sometimes I just wanna drive fast."
But really...it's ok.
Because if we're confessing our transgressions to one another--I spent $350 on facial cream the other day.
Naoh wants to know...
Hope you are all doing well and this email finds you in good health and spirits. Summer is just around the corner! David, Noah and I are doing well and getting along wonderfully. Life is so busy it is hard to keep you all updated on Noah's progress as well day to day events taking place in our home.
If you have some time; we keep a blog that is generally updated (generally): www.daveandgracie.blogspot.com
And, please, for David's peace of mind...please leave some comments as he has now convinced himself that we have crazy blog stalkers spying in on our private lives.
Until we meet again. Adieu.
Love,
The Lee's
Secrets to a Successful Marriage: Creating a Biosafety Guideline for your Home
"One of the biggest causes of problems in relationships is differences in values and goals and habits when it comes to money, and especially communication about money issues.
Money can’t buy you love, but it sure can tear it apart." (Leo Babauta, ZenHabits.net)
Money is not our problem.
David and I never fight about money. But that is not to say we do not fight. Certainly, we fight. But David and I are both learning that the secret to a successful marriage is communication.
Communication and Biosafety Guidelines.
For some, spilt milk is not a state of emergency. But it is for me. And David learned this the hard way.
Here are some simple steps you and your partner can take to significantly improve your marriage and disinfect your home.
1. Sit down and talk about biosafety goals and values.
Interestingly, it was only recently that David and I realized that a major source of strife for us was the vastly differing perspectives on microbes and infectious pathogens. Share your thoughts and perspectives on biosafety with your partner. Clarify and communicate your concerns.
Example: Noah's bottle leaked milk all over the bed creating a sopping puddle.
David's POV: What's the big deal. We can clean it up in the morning.
Grace's POV: Black mold. Bacterial growth and multiplication. Skin diseases. Fungal funk.
2. Remove emotions from biosafety talk.
I strongly discourage the combination of any of the following words: obsessive, compulsive, disorder, clean, freak.
Learn to differentiate between obsessive compulsive disorder and biosafety awareness. With the growing prevalence of antibacterial products and the hypermutation of antibiotic-resistant super bacteria, biosafety is a major issue that all households should address.
3. Draft a Biosafety Guideline for your home.
WHO (World Health Organization) and the CDC (Center for Disease Control and Prevention) are great resources to refer to as you create your home's Biosafety Guideline.
Other books to consider that come highly recommended by me:
The Hot Zone: A Terrifying True Story by Richard Preston.
The Demon in the Freezer by Richard Preston.
Flu: The Story of the Great Influenza Pandemic by Gina Kolata.
Killer Germs by Barry E Zimmerman and David J. Zimmerman.
Encyclopedia of Infectious Diseases: Modern Methodologies by Michel Tibayrenc.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Say Cheese!
Noah is growing by the day and I cannot think nor speak of him without breaking out into convulsions of complete and utter joy.
Pure. Foolish. Silly. Bonkers. Happiness. The thought of him makes my heart tickle and itch. I begin to get palpitations of the heart and have to practice the utmost self-control to prevent myself from breaking out into a spastic jungle dance of mama-love. I'd don myself with feathers and fairy wings and beat on drums like a taiko drummer on steroids.
Because Noah is the cutest baby in the whole wide world.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
Forgive me.
...For having the cutest baby in the whole wide world!
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