Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
I know he is so cute you want to squeeze him (or if you are Mel you want to punt him....)
Anyone that knows Preston knows he is the hat king. Literally since coming out of the womb he has had a hat on his head. I bought this hat at Old Navy in size 12-24 months. Now Preston is pretty much in boys hats since toddler does not fit...but this hat....still FITS! He actually wore it to school the past few weeks. I am now mad I did not buy it in every color (right mom)? Anyway I just wanted to share that since it is rare that a two year old with achon would ever fit into a hat at his size or below....maybe it was mismarked ;-)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Ryan started the show by saying that he has no greater pleasure in his life than introducing the judges. This is where Fox needs to intervene and let Ryan know, some divorcee in New York would...moving on....ahem. One thing that drives me nuts on Idol and DWTS and other live reality competition shows is the actors/actresses in the audience for one of the station's other shows. Tonight though they focused on the actress that plays George's wife on Grey's. Someone at Fox is totally fired for that blatant ABC plug.
So the theme for tonight was the year the singer was born. I never felt older than I did tonight. I feel like everyone was born in 1987! David Archuleta sang a song from 1990 I have never heard and I have 12 bazillion songs on my IPod. Since most of the finalists were born in the 80's and the 80's is my hands down favorite genre for music, I was looking forward to the night. The night started out with a close up of a Casio keyboard. A little flashback here. It was probably 1987 when I asked my parents for a Casio for Christmas. I begged for a Casio. This was the coolest thing I had ever seen. I could play the piano and make the sound of shattered glass at the same time! There was even a "drum pad" to jam. Nothing says the 80's like a smoking synthesizer. I woke up Christmas morning and there was a box-larger than normal, but a little odd shaped for a Casio. I was convinced my parents were just trying to play with my mind. I opened all the other gifts saving the best for last.....and it was a GLOBE! A damn globe! To this day I have never let them live this down. I wonder if there is a home movie of Christmas '87 and the utter disappointment on my face as I spin my globe looking at the lines of latitude and longitude. I think the reasoning was they had to beg me to play my real piano. Meanwhile Chris and Charlie got every video game console they ever asked for-for the remainder of their lives. In fact Katie wanted a drum set one year-maybe back in '92. She still has not gotten it. My dreams of a keyboard were gone in a stroke of the shattered glass button. Rest assured-Preston will never get a globe....I'm not bitter or anything.
Second where in the hell did Paula get those gloves? I cannot even really comment on them because I pretended she really did not leave her house with them on, let alone broadcast them on live international television. My sister's Easter card to me said, "There is a time and place for Easter bonnets...'never' and 'in the trash'." Just substitute the gloves for the bonnets.
So after Ramiele, Jason (who's birthday was tonight and no judge wished him a happy birthday-rather he was slammed withe negativity), Syesha and Chikeze, who were all o.k, Brooke sang the Police. Listening to her I could actually say that I would buy her album. Then Randy says,"I keep waiting for something to happen." What? What is it that Randy is waiting for? What exactly would Randy like Brooke to do? Other than perhaps sitting at the piano buck naked this poor girl cannot catch a break.
Next up was my man Michael. Whose parents' surname is Burke leaving me scratching my head as to where Johns came from as a surname. Anyway I bet you all are on the edge of your seat wanting to hear about my mystery neighbor. Ok maybe not,but I'll tell you anyway. The identity has been revealed. I was waiting for the elevator when I heard the door to his apartment open and I actually smoothed my hair and out walked my mystery neighbor and honestly I have never been more disappointed. I mean I never really expected a Michael Johns look a like, but this was Michael John's father. He is like a good thirty years older than me! So Marrah says, "maybe that's your neighbor's dad." That theory was shot to hell when he stuck out his hand and said,"Hi, I'm D, your new neighbor." I don't understand why in my paperback novels does the career lady with the great apartment and the cute dog (in my case substitute Preston for the dog) have a new hunky neighbor move in with bulging biceps who of course is proficient in fixing plumbing and has some cool name like Colten and broods. No I have someone older. And not George Clooney older either. Just old. Like remember in the movie "Big Daddy" when Adam Sandler's ex girlfriend dates that older guy that ends up working at Hooters? Yeah-that's him. I have Hooter's guy. Ok that's mean, the guy is really nice, it's just my super could have thrown me the bone after saying he was single...like oh yeah and older than your dad. I digress....
Micheal totally rocked to Queen's "We Will Rock You/We are the Champions" I also like that song because right now the Giants are champions and the Patriots suck...and ok off the soapbox. The only thing I hated was the cheesy laser light show behind him that reminded me of Metallica's"Enter Sandman" video.
Carly sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart." Every season someone does this song and every season I hope for the same thing-that someone will totally "Old School" this song on national television. That was by far the funniest part of a movie since...pick any scene in "Coming to America"
David Archuleta by the way has been compared to ClayAiken in a recent article. I take credit for that analogy. Someone has been reading my blog!
DAMN Kristy Lee Cook had to go and play the patriotic-we-are-at-war-America-so-here's-to-you-troops card and Simon fell for it hook, line and sinker (so disappointed in Simon here). Now because he told her it was brilliant she is totally in for another week. Can we just talk about the photos they all show from childhood-they were very cute, but seriously when the Cooks went through the family photo album did they really confer and think hard saying, "You know this picture here of Pop and Kristy with Pop shirtless is perfect for the baby photo montage." I know it was probably a bathing suit, but a Christmas photo would have worked fine. For some reason her dad reminded me of a bald version of Clark Griswald's cousin in law Eddie in the National Lampoon movies.
David Cook sang Chris Cornell's version of Michael Jackson's "Billy Jean." Although I liked it, I think it's cheating. The original was from the year of his birth-the Chris Cornell version was from the 1990s. That was stretching the Idol theme I think. Also the interview with his mom with the fake fire behind her-I mean really.
So my prediction is Ramiele goes home since Kristy made every shirtless guy in a trailer proud this week.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Preston had a great time nonetheless. He was so excited when the train pulled up even though he'll tell you now that the whistle was loud. He loved the "Eata Bunny" and even received a little bag of goodies. He also felt the need to show the Easter Bunny his newest boo-boo on his index finger. He is so cute! Here are some cute pictures from our time in New Hope. Aunt Pat asked where the train took us-basically through people's backyards. They also served food and drink on this excursion-this was just ridiculous. I mean do you need a beverage and snack for a 45 minute train ride? They also tried to get you to purchase a $25 picture with the Easter Bunny. Meanwhile pictures were free if you took them on the station platform-that is where Preston's Kodak moment with the Bunny took place. We had a lot of fun in the car going home after Preston watched Elmo and Kid's Favorite Songs 2, by singing along with my diverse IPod. Preston even danced to Lionel Richie's "All Night Long" and Katie sang us a bitchin' rendition of Styx's "Come Sail Away" which she will be singing at Chris and Anna's wedding.Sunday was Easter and Preston's first real egg hunt. He had a blast and really understood the concept. He also caught on very quickly that my Mom, I mean the Easter Bunny put a candy inside the eggs. Here is Preston's loot and his egg hunt.
The day finished off at Aunt Pat and Uncle Dennis' for dinner which was awesome. Matt bought a deep fryer and treated us to real mozzarella sticks. Katie and Steve who did not join us yesterday since they went to Steve's family's, totally missed out-so I sent Katie a picture of the plate.
Hope everyone had a great weekend!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Tomorrow we are heading off to New Hope PA to ride the old fashioned steam engine with the Easter Bunny. Ba, Aunt Tinka and Aunt Mel are coming along for the festivities. Here is a picture of Preston's latest and greatest art creation from school-believe it or not, I positioned the ears higher on his head for the picture but it did completely fit around that noggin!
Happy Easter everyone!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
First we need to talk about how much nicer it is when Paula shows up sober without the aid of a near overdose of pain medication. Her comments were fluid, we did not compare singers to colors of the rainbow and there were no awkward analogies that make no sense to anyone else except the voices in her head. Simon's piece of advice for the night was to "sing well" which truly means "do not suck" and Kristy Lee Cook promised that if she should stay around (which personally I hope the only one ever hearing her sing again is her horse), she would "blow" Simon "out of his socks." I personally found this amusing, as did Ryan and poor Kristy realized eventually what she said and Miss Innocent Brooke still has no idea what that means....
Moving on, besides the annoying plugs for Paula's single feat. Randy Jackson on bass and Ryan's ridiculous plug for Apple's IPhone, the night was so-so. The "pitchy" count tonight was only at one! Randy seems to have a new line, "I didn't really get it dog." Let's recap shall we?
The night kicked off with Amanda Overmeyer who grew some brass ones in the past week. I have never heard her ever talk back to the judges. She is hoping to sell out that bar in Lafayette. Very high expectations. I personally for one while listening to her sing could not picture myself in Best Buy a year from now hearing the average American consumer say, "I really need that new Amanda Overmeyer CD." I just cannot see this girl selling records. Although to be fair, I don't see her as an elder care nurse either. I totally see her as the nurse hired by a family who has had it with the family's remaining old coot, to slowly put said coot out of their misery with a goose down pillow. I could be wrong...
Kristy sang "Hide your Love Away." The reason I hated it, besides really not liking Kristy, is because it was redone by Eddie Vedder and only someone very big can redo a Beatles song. And besides, I still hold quite a torch for Eddie Vedder and those flannel shirts. The judges thought she looked good. This is always synonymous for "I'd rather have relations with farm animals than hear you sing again." They don't care how they look, they want to be told they can win. I for a split second thought I was being too harsh on her until she said "The Beatles thing is new to me." I mean did your parents' car lack a back seat? How can the Beatles be new to her? Then again she sprays her horses with vinegar.
David Archuleta reminds me of Clay Aiken. I loved Clay and still to this day believe he won, but whatever. David will probably win, unless Chikezie gains a lot of weight and plasters his zip code on a jersey.
Michael Johns did not get any great reviews, but then goes and plays the "I sang it for my dead friend" card and suddenly everyone feels a bit like a douche. Here is the thing with Michael. I should close my eyes, because seriously when I watch him, he can gargle salt water for a minute and a half and I'd be entertained. I also have a Mystery Neighbor on my floor that just moved in. My super told me said neighbor is a single guy. Of course this puts a lot of pressure on me to look half way presentable just in case he comes home when I do, instead of looking like a haggard that has been pleading with a two year old to get in the stroller. So I imagine my Mystery Neighbor (hereinafter affectionately referred to as "MN") to look like Michael Johns. I can assure you he probably doesn't, but it is a fun game I am playing out in my mind....
Brooke-it was hard to take her seriously with the little fake suns all around made out of lights. At one point AI got creative and made one big sun out of lights. The light effects sometimes remind me of an A-Ha video from the 80's gone seriously wrong. She was followed by David Cook who to me is very good but fell a little short tonight.
Carly's husband frightens me. How can you even distinguish emotions on this guy's face since the majority of it is covered in dots and squiggles? It's so bizarre. Although she just got 7s put on her knuckles this week. If I were Ryan I'd ask her what is so attractive about an exorbitant amount of face tats. If I were dating Ryan, I would ask him to ask her. I am neither so I don't have a great possibility of finding out the answer.
If I had one shred of doubt left that Jason is stoned, that shred dissipated tonight. The guy totally makes you wish you were back in college in the dorms with a make shift hollowed out Pepsi bottle bong, a copy of the Wizard of Oz and the Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon album. A stoner with dreads singing in French makes for great TV.
Syesha other than having a knockout dress, was a little boring and Chikezie and Ramiele were also ok. The show was alright and I still predict Kristy is going home. I am going to keep predicting it until it happens, so Renay back me up here! Until next week....
So here we are with a whole new cast of characters on DWTS. The problem I have with DWTS is that I really want to see more "stars" per se. Although yes, Penn Gillette is famous, I would prefer...say...George Clooney. For some reason that is a different scale to me. One thing I love to do is predict who is dancing horizontally together by the middle of the season. I'll keep you posted. The one thing I hate about DWTS is after five minutes I feel like such a pregnant yak watching someone like Edyta strut around the dance floor. Although I rationalize that if Cheryl Burke had to bill 2000 hours a year her butt would start expanding in a chair too. Meanwhile maybe I should also put down the bag of M&Ms while watching. My disappointment this season is that Maxsim is not on the show. I love him...
I am amazed at the improvement of these people over the course of the season. I felt the judges were pretty harsh last night. I mean they nit pick everything. If you want to see perfection have two pros dance with each other. I for one suck, I mean suck at dancing so pretty much the fact that they can get through the Foxtrot amazes me. Katie still makes everyone watch my dance video from circa 1992 when I decided I would take private jazz lessons. I wore a Kelly green spandex leotard, danced to some God awful Paula Abdul song and did the chicken dance. And the leotard had feathers under the arms. Needless to say after I watched the dress rehearsal on tape, I bowed out of the actual performance. My poor parents shelled out $800 for this too. They should have taken the dance teacher to small claims court. And before you laugh Melski-I do believe that year your dance group dressed as cave woman with plastic clubs to the song that they played in the Twix commercial.
Of course DWTS is hosted by Tom Bergeron who seriously hosts 41 different shows per season. I predict the Latin guy (who apparently was on Ugly Betty but I don't recall) and Mario will go the furthest for the men. Oh maybe Jason Taylor. He was saying that the Dolphins were making fun of him for going on DWTS. Meanwhile, the Dolphins are in no position to make fun of anyone. The Dolphins probably should have up and taken ballroom dancing mid way through their past season instead of embarrassing themselves week after week...ok, stepping down from the soapbox. You know Adam Carolla wishes that if he still had The Man Show he would do anything for Julianne to be a girl jumping on a trampoline. The other thing I love about this show is the guy who announces the dances and the judges. He enunciates every syllable. I am eager to see the women although when I watch Priscella Presley all I think of is The Naked Gun and her and Leslie Neilsen wrapped up in the fake body condom. It's one of the funniest movies ever but I digress.
Then came The Bachelor-London Calling. This is the first international bachelor-Prince Lorenzo Borghese does not count I think because he was born in the US. The funny thing is I catch this show once every two seasons or so just to watch the absolute stupidity and embarrassment these women bring upon themselves. Or if I think the bachelor is hot. This guy is no Lt. Andy Baldwin but we'll throw him a bone. The limos pull up to start the show and as each limo pulls up you hear the girls all squeal and get all excited. Half are pretty good looking, half are OK. They each try to come up with something witty to say and fail miserably. What they all do attain is making sure that their dress enhances whatever size chest they have, ten fold. After watching all the women file in I think there is a solid five I would pick if I were Matt Grant.
There is always one drunk which makes me laugh so hard. I picture her watching this last night in utter horror. She even gave Matt her thong underwear. Classy. I just don't understand this show. I mean you bring home a woman to your parents that you met on a television show! They obviously don't have great careers. I mean who can take off five months to film The Bachelor? I cannot imagine my boss's face if I was like "Look, that case load you gave me...yeah see here's the thing-won't be able to cover them-I am going to try my luck on The Bachelor. Hold my job and my benefits OK?" Then again ABC I am sure pays out some compensation. See these are things that I think about-who would sublet the apartment? Do you have your mail re routed? What if you need to see a doctor? There is no way I would ever be able to be a contestant.
Secondly what do your parents think of these girls who let you publicly make out with them on camera? Maybe the parents don't know since the show airs after the season is filmed. Third, the whole setting is complete non-reality. Who has a date in the middle of a football field and a band shows up? Or has their first kiss in a hot air balloon? It's ridiculous.
But my ultimate favorite part is watching the rose ceremony and how pathetic these girls are to get a rose. I guess I understand wanting a rose on the first night-you just met the guy and if he cuts you, you know he thinks you are ugly and has no desire to sleep with you. Your self esteem pretty much takes a nose dive. They all wanted the "first impression rose" and are absolutely livid when it goes to someone else. One thing that impresses me is that the bachelor remembers all their names after only three hours with 25 women. I really don't know how this is done, although I believe there is a teleprompter above their heads with their names. Once once did I see someone make a mistake. That was even funnier. He calls a woman and the one he really wanted was in back of her. The girl who was mistakenly picked is so excited and then on national TV gets her rose taken away! If that was me I would have prayed that Chris Harrison came out and just shot me because now the rejection is so public there is no chance of sneaking out the back door before the mascara runs down my face.
The most irritating part of the show is Chris Harrison comes out from behind the doorway to announce that the lone rose on the cheesy granite pedestal is the final rose of the night. As if we cannot see the final rose sitting there. As if the girls have not been watching each and every rose go out with those fake pinched smiles on their faces. And then after the final rose is given out, Chris returns and tells the ladies to say their good byes and we watch the utter phoniness of girls hugging and air kissing each other as if they really care about the ones going home. And without fail you get the one girl who is gasping for air and crying as if her dog was run over because she cannot fathom how the bachelor after talking to her for five minutes cannot realize they are soul mates. PATHETIC, but yet so much fun to watch. It's so humiliating. It's like being picked last for the kickball team in gym class.
I think only one bachelor got married-Bob Guiney. And of course the Bachelorette. Not only did Trista and Ryan get married, but America knew how many times they had intercourse to conceive their son and the troubles and trials of getting little baby Sutter here. A little too much info.
So that is my reality blog for the day. Tonight is AI and I cannot wait. But here is who ABC should pick for their next bachelor....
Thursday, March 13, 2008
P.S. It was right after this cute time together where the cocktail napkin/basket throwing incident took place and the picture in the corner came to be. :-)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
First off let's start off with my Season 7 confession...only a few people are privy to this information. Mom, Katie and Mel. But I have to confess. It would not be right to blog about Idol and not tell you this...I have a major crush on Ryan. I know...I know. How you must say? Here is how I justify it...Ryan is the guy in high school whose locker was next to you.... or the guy at work who you tell all your dirty secrets to and one day you wake up in a night sweat and say "Oh my God...I'm in love with X." That's what happened. After six years of "Seacrest out" and the ridiculous staged banter with Simon, it just happened. Maybe it was his genuine concern for Dick Clark on New Year's Rockin' Eve. Maybe it's the fact that he hosts American Top 40 every Sunday. I can't explain it. It just is. OK now you know, although I have to admit if Dunkelman was still a host, I doubt he would have rubbed off on me the way Ryan has.
Here it was-two hours to kick off the Top 12. Mom and I were discussing that the fact the show is two hours on a school night is just uncool. This is why I also have a beautiful relationship with the DVR. That bad boy makes sure I can rip through all of the commercials, the Fox TV plugs, the annoyance of the come ons for The Moment of Truth and of course tonight-the drivel of Eliot Spitzer soliciting a prostitute and the utter excitement for such awesome gossip news on the faces of Rossanna and Ernie.
And then the show starts and I get really excited and Ryan comes out and does one very annoying thing....introduces the judges. Mom actually pointed this out to me too. I mean do we need to go through them one by one? Does America forget? Even the people who live in areas of this world in a house made out of palms and without running water are aware of the Idol judges. We can cut out this useless three minutes. I mean it literally is the same. "Say 'hi' to Randy Jackson." Then Randy says "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah" and flashes some gang symbols which I am positive he never flashed while playing a mean bass for Journey. Paula swallows the rest of her pain meds and waves over-enthusiastically to the camera and then they shoot to Simon and he scowls, Ryan makes a dumb joke and the night starts.
What really gets me about this show is how much the contestants only care about what Simon has to say. He truly controls the show. Randy and Paula after telling a contestant they are "pitchy" can literally tell that same person that their mother is a back alley whore and the contestant nods and looks towards Simon with absolute dread. It makes me laugh.
Some highlights: Chikeze was pretty good. Usually I am not a fan of the one named artists. His vest was so cool I am hoping it comes in Preston sized.
Carly was very good although I don't understand her tattoo. Is that a tattoo of Amy Winehouse?
David Cook, or as I affectionately have coined him, "Daughtry with hair" was fabulous.
Jason Castro-this guy just cracks me up. I like to believe that this guy tokes before each show. When he came out and sang "What a day for a Daydream," I had a laughing fit. He is completely awesome. If he isn't high, then wow...just wow.
David Hernandez in his story prior to his awful performance said he was fired from the "Pizza Bistro." Is that the code name we are giving all male, all nude strip joints now? My brother lives in Phoenix and went to ASU. Chris your job is to hunt down the Pizza Bistro. I just have a feeling it may not be serving penne alla vodka.
Amanda-why does this girl look twenty years older than she is? And she sings like Marge Simpson's sister with emphysema. I think Mr. Lennon literally rolled over in his grave after this rendition.
Kristy Lee Cook-So happy Simon said she sounded like Dolly Parton on speed. Remember having those radios where you could tape songs and then play them back on the higher speed? That is what it reminded me of. Awful!
And then there was Michael Johns. This guy is so hot. The Australian accent totally does it for me but the fact that he is tennis pro killed it for me. I mean we all know what happened when I married the golf pro. Enough said. He says he has done a lot of odd jobs. What he totally missed the boat with was the open casting call for the replacement Yellow Wiggle. Would have made that show that much more enjoyable for me. I mean I will always miss Greg. I took it hard, but Michael would ease the pain a bit. And he understands kangaroos being from Australia and all....just saying...
So I think Kristy is going to go. We'll see tomorrow at the results show. Kim-Out!
Sunday, March 9, 2008
1) Swatting at people;
2) Throwing objects or clearing off a table with one powerful achon arm.
The former I know where he picked it up, the latter, I have no idea. The swatting was started by my brother Charlie. When Preston was about ten months and touching faces, Charlie would pretend to fall on the floor when Preston touched his face. This made Preston's day (look he was 10 months-that and pureed bananas did it for him) and he started to swat harder. What did not penetrate was that not everyone was going to play the "Swat Game." But certain people would indulge him (*cough* Mom, Dad, Katie, Steve, Chris ) and now he truly believed that random strangers would enjoy a slap in the face as opposed to him just being a cute toddler.
Now his swatting has taken on another dimension. Part of it is self defense. Part is defending his momma. Preston is not too fond of people invading his space (Think Seinfeld's "close talker"). If someone gets into that private bubble, they are getting a swat. If someone comes to close to me he feels the need to protect. I mean he went at a pizza delivery guy who was coming out of the elevator the other day. The guy was not even delivering to us! This can prove to be very uncool if mommy is trying to snag a single, rich, neurosurgeon (*cough McDreamy), so this naturally has to be curbed. At school he is taught "Nice touches." Partly because all of the children are mini Ninjas and partly because you have to teach that nice stuff so they don't go out and slaughter small defenseless forest animals. And he likes giving nice touches. It's almost like he just wants to make sure that this person is not a "bad guy." So in a way I am glad he is more aware and not willing to walk away with any scary man carrying a 3 Musketeers, but I still don't want him to be that jaded at 2 thinking everyone is a potential threat and constantly ready to go all Chuck Norris on them.
His swatting is mostly still a game. He is 2, a boy and sometimes wants to get wild. He usually does it to people with a big smile on his face. He also thinks getting wild is a game. I usually immediately tell him nice touches and he will give nice touches. I know they are thinking I am raising the next Damian. They usually understand....until Preston's head spins 360 degrees.
The other problem is the throwing. The throwing is never sincere. It's not in self defense. It's just plain wrong. This I never excuse and want it to stop! I never tell Preston he is "bad." My mom never used that word to us. For his self esteem I don't tell him he is "bad." I might tell him something is not nice or something is bad, but I never say, "You're bad." The throwing is his way of showing frustration. I kind of understand him, he has my level of patience (which is a low threshold). For example, if he cannot get his Crocs on after two tries, the Crocs go flying across the room. If he asks for more Cheerios in his empty bowl and I say "no," that apparently equates to chucking the bowl off the table. If we have to leave for school and he is playing with his farm, where do you think the pigs and cows go?
I cannot tolerate the throwing. After he throws, he bends his head down and breathes through his nose like a dragon. I have tried to think of how to discipline in this situation. I tried my couch, but he sits on the couch for stories. I did not want to use his crib or his armchair because those are happy places. So I opted for the good old fashioned corner. My mother used this on my youngest brother Chris. Chris was a royal pain and threw tantrum after tantrum...really not much different than him at 24...
The corner was effective. He stood for all of 10 seconds, would turn around, hug me and go about the day. Then he realized I was going to keep putting him in the corner when he did something wrong. So we went to Ba and Papa's house this weekend and Preston emptied my mother's basket of cocktail napkins in the family room and brought it into the kitchen. He then threw the basket on the floor after I asked him to pick up the napkins. So I put him in the corner. He stood there. For a long time. After like a minute I told him if he picked up the basket he would not go back in the corner. What did he do? Walked over to the basket and hurled it across the kitchen. I said to him, "Now get back into the corner." And he did! And he ran there with a big smile on his face....laughing! And stood there again-this time for about three minutes.
You know what Preston accomplished? He turned it around on me. Now when you ask him if he'd like to go in the corner, he says, "YES!" Now what? He has turned punishment into a game. I can try taking TV away in the morning, but all that will accomplish is him hanging off me and me being unable to blow dry my hair. I am sure if I keep putting him there the novelty of this new game will dissipate. For now though, I have been outsmarted by my own child. So here is Preston in the corner. All that is missing is a raised finger to mommy. Oh well. Any suggestions warmly accepted!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Those hands! I was pretty confident it looked like good ol' achon at this point. His Apgars were 9 and 9. The nurse came over to me to tell me he would be cleaned up and brought to the nursery-the regular nursery. No ICU for this little man. And he totally was not what they expected. In fact they were so stumped. He was 9 pounds, 12 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long! I remember they wrapped him in a blanket and gave him to Matt. I remember him yawning and looking at us as I said, "Welcome to the world Preston. I love you."
I was wheeled to recovery, Matt was pulled out by the geneticist. I called my mother and father who had just been told I was not a patient in the hospital and naturally since this is my mother we are talking about, she assumed I'm dead on the operating table. I kept saying, "He's here and he is huge!" I was still nervous that this geneticist pulled Matt out of the room, but five minutes later they walked in smiling and this doctor gave me a big kiss. I had no clue who this man was, but it turned out to be Preston's geneticist Dr. Angulo whom I have come to love. He told us they were going to take blood because it was not apparent if Preston had achon or hypochondroplasia. Who cared? He was breathing!
And here is Preston going home. I wore that outfit home from the hospital along with my brothers and sister and about three or four of my cousins. I never thought I would see him in it. Three weeks later it was confirmed that Preston had achon. He is mildly affected; meaning he has not had many of the complications that can arise with this condition. His facial features are mild and he is at the 97 percentile for achons. Achons still have height genes. Because my family is so tall, he should continue on this growth curve.
Preston has enriched my life. You'll see as time progresses with this blog. I have met such wonderful people because of this little miracle. He has taught me and made me a better person. The love for this little man is indescribable. (Even when he throws Cheerios on the floor five seconds before we have to leave and then runs away from me and refuses to get in the stroller...). I love you Preston. Thank you for completing my heart.
I should attribute the title to my mom. She began calling Preston "Baby Monkey" at like, two months old. The name has stuck. Of course there are quite a few variations on the theme, like Baby Monk, Monk or Monkey. Being that he is the little monkey, that prompts mom to buy anything and everything manufactured in the past two years that dons a monkey. In fact when Crazy 8 came out with a clothing line Monkey Brigade, she bought the whole line. It's even become a running joke because everyone knows she has a Baby Monkey. And by everyone I mean that literally-like the Greenlawn Post Office, the staff at Cougarbies, the deli guy at Waldbaums...even now the poor tween that works at CVS photo department who really thought when my mom was picking up her photos of "her baby monkey" that she was going to show him some portrait of a mammal resembling Marcel from "Friends." (By the way I have really no idea what tween really means, it's just such an overused word right now I feel kind of cool using it). Alas, only a pic of Preston. Even dad thinks it is funny to say, "You think Mom has a baby monkey?" He envisions Preston stepping off the bus in eighth grade and Mom calling out "Hey baby Monkey!"
So that is where the title comes from. Katie wanted "Starfish Memories." This is because Preston's paws are shaped like starfish and Katie adores them. Once again I shot Katie's blog title to a non existent place (think the Patriots in Perfectville). And here we are. Mommy, the divorced, single gal and Preston the most adorable two year old in the world. These are our stories. (I feel as if the Law and Order "dum dum" should play after that line).