Monday, March 28, 2011

Consultant lingo

I do have a few more upcoming posts, but I wanted to post something a bit more entertaining.

A well respected consulting group is doing a project for my company. The below was a phrase on one of the slides. I kid you not:

"Project Imperative: Design the organization structure and the cross-functional collaboration process that will be core to building a self-sustaining high-performance management team."

My synergies are tingling...

Friday, March 18, 2011

The good ol' days

A co-worker of mine sent this picture to me. (Hyperlink here at cracked.com). It was 1925, when being a daredevil actually meant something.

I think this was match point.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Five Months

Our sweet Joseph is five months old today! Time flies when you're having fun. So that I don't forget all the fun things he's doing, here's a list that you're free to ignore and skip straight to the pictures an the end.

He's getting very grabby. He'll grab my hair, my neck, and occasionally my glasses. Even the clip that keeps all my hair up isn't enough. He is really good at getting a fistful right at the nape of my neck, so a haircut wouldn't help either. When I'm bouncing or rocking him to sleep, he likes to touch and play with my face, which I don't mind except when he yanks my lips. That doesn't feel so awesome.

He's started giving hugs. He'll put his chubby arms around your neck (and in my case, latch on to a handful of hair) and nuzzle his face against yours. In addition, he's also taken to sucking on my face. Odd.

I love his big laughs. When I can get him to laugh on camera, I'll post. He's ticklish, but only when he feels like it. I'll squeeze his thighs and say, "Chunky legs!" and he'll squeal in delight. I also make strange noises and faces, and he giggles.

He is this close to rolling over. A bunch of people with babies his age or younger have bragged about how great their babies are at doing this. Mine refuses. The other night, Joseph almost made it from his back to his tummy, but caught himself and had a relieved look on his face as if to say, "Whew! Dodged a bullet there, Mom."

He is also this close to sitting up on his own consistently. He'll sit on the floor between my legs and play with a wipes box (there's a picture of a baby on there that fascinates him) and I'm only needed for the occasional teeter. I don't dare leave him by himself yet, but he'll go quite a long time without falling.

At his doctor appointment at the end of February, he was in the 28th percentile for weight and 90th for height. We've got a right beanpole on our hands.

The doctor also noted that there's no sign of imminent teething, but Joseph is super drooly. I always regret it when I forget to put a bib on him.

He typically takes three naps a day: mid-morning, early afternoon, and late afternoon. Usually they last 30-45 minutes, which I say isn't long enough.

He generally goes to bed between 7:00 and 8:00, and wakes up to eat around 1 or 2 and again around 5 or 6. Sometimes he doesn't go back to sleep after this last feeding (especially when it's after 6), and Mama gets a little cranky. :)

He loves playing with toys. There will be a separate post on this later.

I read that babies love to do something repetitively, almost obsessively, when they learn something new. This is definitely the case with drumming. He'll slap his hand on mine while he's nursing, on the center of his Bumbo, or on the floor. And whenever he has certain toys, he will thrash them about so they'll make loud noises on the table or floor. But he doesn't look at the toys while he's doing this. He'll stare straight ahead, as if he's concentrating really hard on the important task at hand.

He loves his friend in the mirror. He's started talking and laughing at him. He cheers him up when he gets frustrated with his toys.

He'll stare at things with complete focus. His current favorites are my striped socks, the picture of him on top of the TV, the quilted wall hanging in my bedroom, and one of the Pooh pictures in his room. When I'm nursing him, he'll look up at Pooh Bear every minute or so just to make sure the picture's still there.

He loves music. When I'm making dinner and can't hold him when he gets fussy, I'll sing something (usually Primary songs, as they're the first ones that pop into my head), and he'll usually calm down. I also find myself singing/narrating what I'm doing when I can't think of an actual song. He also thinks it's fun when I sing to whatever I've got playing on iTunes. However, yesterday I started singing "The Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin a la Jack Black in School of Rock, and my face must have been pretty scary because he was nearly in tears. Gotta work on that face.

We also dance. Mostly I sway and spin with him in my arms. He thought it was hysterical one day when the only way to make him happy was to lay him on the floor and do silly dances in front of him.

He loves baths. Sometimes he'll splash and splash, and I'll get soaked. Lately though, he's just been making things difficult by sucking on his toes. It's a little tricky to wash the belly when covered by chunky baby legs.

No matter how cranky or fussy he is with me in the late afternoons, he always perks up when he sees Jake walk through the door. He flaps his little arms and kicks like mad. Tuesday he even got excited when he heard the door unlock. He has a big smile and hugs for Daddy.

I love how happy he is first thing in the morning. He'll give me a huge smile and thrash his whole body. It makes those early morning wake-up calls a lot more bearable.

We sure adore our boy and are excited to see him learn and grow!

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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Iron Chef + Starcraft 2 = ...

Aiur Chef! Finally there is something that both Ashley and I can enjoy together. This video is quite entertaining. After the first 45 seconds or so, skip to 6:15, where the commentator decides to put on his "e-sports caster" voice.



En Taro Cuisine!

Friday, March 11, 2011

Rough Day

We had a busy 24 hours.

I got pooped on, drooled on, and spit up on. I stain-treated at least three of Joseph's outfits.


It's a good thing I think he's cute.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Two Desserts

You know I love Walker Brothers' apple pancake, but as we do not live in Chicago anymore, it's a little hard to come by. I found this recipe on Two Little Chefs a couple months ago and finally got down to making it. It's pretty close, but the apples are on top instead of in the batter. I'd like to try it again with the apples mixed in, but Jake is worried the apples would get burned on the bottom of the pan. I'm still thinking...and waiting for Granny Smith apples to go on sale again.

But it was divine. Here are the results:

I also whipped up a batch of Citrus Pudding yesterday, thanks to the subscription to Cooking Light that Josh and Aly got me for Christmas. It was also divine. I even juiced my own tangerines (with my lemon squeezer). It was a lovely taste of summer on a cold, wet day. Enjoy!

(picture from Cooking Light)

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Sometimes I Make Things

I saw this idea when I was at my mom's house in January and decided I could make one for my niece and one for my friend's daughter, whose birthdays are at the beginning of March.


They are hairbow holders. I found the frames on clearance at Target (though you could get unfinished ones, which had a dowel to prop them up, at a craft store) and the ribbon for a dollar at Michael's, bought a little paint and a glue gun, and voila! Another useless (but cute) item to clutter up bathrooms across America.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Celebratory Occasions

Different families celebrate different events. My family gave me a thumbs up and a "Good job, Jake" when I graduated from high school and undergrad, but cheered and celebrated when I received a satisfactory GMAT score. My Aunt LaDawn even broke out some Martinelli's when I told her the news. Other families celebrate other milestones in their children's lives.

Case in point: last summer I received a job offer, and I was informed that I needed to take a drug test within 24 hours of the offer. I was in St. George, UT, and I found a participating drug testing center. While I was waiting for my turn, I overheard a girl and the employee in the testing room.

Employee: "Okay. Now I just run this machine here. Do you want to know your preliminary results?"
Girl: "Yeah, yeah. I guess. Sure."
Employee: "Looks like you tested negative on everything."
Girl: "YEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!" [whoop and holler] "AHHH YEAHHH!!! I gotta tell my Mom! ... ... Mom, I PASSED!!"

I totally felt left out. Why didn't my family celebrate when I passed my drug test? In fact, why didn't I celebrate? I guess some people are just better than others at appreciating the little things, you know?

Then again, I bet that employee double-checked the results after seeing that reaction. :)