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Monday, January 23, 2006

The paradigm--it is shifting

Like (I suspect) most other breastfeeding mommies, I have always had one side (if you catch my drift) that was all about the high production, and one that was of a more moderate, Type B variety. The Squid has always favored the former (hereafter referred to as "The Right Side"), as have I, since it would reliably produce 4-6 ounces each time I pumped, unlike its 2-3 ounce-producing companion ("The Left Side").

No more.

The Right Side is letting me down. For the past two days, it has actually produced less than The Left Side. Which is somewhat problematic, as The Left Side is not necessarily producing more. Moo--except, slightly less moo.

Note my restraint. I waited until this happened a couple of times before announcing it on the Internet.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Amendment to last post

Yesterday, the Husbandlet started singing the Gilligan's Island theme song.


Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Here on Ngaire-let's Isle

For Christmas, the Husbandlet and I bought my parents Season Three of Gilligan's Island, a show I remember fondly from my childhood. Now, every day, my mom picks my dad and me up from work and takes us back to their house, and on most afternoons Ngaire and I unwind by watching an episode or so. (The Husbandlet is dreadfully annoyed by the theme song and has never watched any of the show at all.) Anyway, as a result, the song is stuck in my head constantly, and Ngaire has heard it A Lot.

Last Friday, my mom sang a bit of The Song to Ngaire. Ngaire's little head immediately swiveled around to look at the TV.

Yesterday, my mom decided to entertain the Squid by showing her a bit of Gilligan. During the theme song, Ngaire sat forward, clasping her hands to her chest and laughing out loud. She lost interest during the action, though, so my mom re-played the song. Again with the hand-clasping and the laughing.

I'm sorry, Husbandlet, it looks like you're outnumbered.

For those interested, the new Ngaire achievements are these:
* She can sit by herself with only a bit of toppling over (she hasn't quite figured out that flinging oneself in various directions does tend to cause overbalancing).
* She rocks when positioned on hands and knees.
* She babbles.
* She has officially made the switch from infant carseat to convertible carseat (she has her six-month pediatrician's appointment on Friday, and I couldn't bear the guilt of having to tell her doctor that we hadn't upgraded, as Ngaire is now over the 26-inch limit ... though I must say the detachable and carryable qualities of the infant seat were quite convenient).

Monday, January 16, 2006

'Twas some weeks after Christmas

If I haven’t been in touch with you lately, or haven’t updated my blog lately (and I know I haven’t), it’s because we haven’t been home, much, really. First Christmas happened, and then New Year’s happened, and then the Husbandlet’s parents came for a visit, and then we visited them. And somewhere in the middle of all of that I went back to work and graded and wrote tests and lesson plans and tried to keep from tearing all my hair out in handfuls. Ngaire was a little angel with all the excitement and moving around. She has only demonstrated one behavior that could in any way be construed as stress-related, and anyway in her case I’m not so sure because it’s fairly par for the course as far as general Ngaire-ness: She only wants to sleep touching another person, preferably on that person, and that person is preferably me. So, during my at-home hours, my hands are generally occupied, and that’s just fine.

Right now, I am typing this semi-reclining in bed, falling over to one side to type on my laptop, with Ngaire on my lap.

Alas, poor Ngaire: her first Christmas and New Year’s will forever be remembered as The Great Pooping Strike. There was no pooping for a Very Long Time. It was the talk of the whole family. (I kid you not. After Christmas, we left one part of the family and went to visit another part. When we arrived at Point B—a.k.a. my brother- and sister-in-law’s house—my father-in-law called from Point A, and his first question was, “So, has she pooped yet?” And he was talking to my brother-in-law at the time. And my brother-in-law knew the answer [no].)

Last week was De-Lurking week, so if you’ve been lurking, please de.

I’ve been trying to write a clever poem about our break to be sung to “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” but I’m just going to accept right now that it’s not going to be done anytime before 2007.

And finally, a couple of pictures:

Ngaire as Roomba.

Ngaire and Rat.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Studentlet wisdom

I normally don't post all the delightful things my students say, but yesterday there were a couple of gems that I just must pass along.

Scene 1 (in the computer lab. Students are working on a project in which they must plan a journey to three FOREIGN countries, then research those countries and the sites they will visit therein).

Student 1: Can I go to Hawaii?
Me: No, you have to go to a foreign country. Hawaii is part of the US.
Student 2: Nuh-uh!
Me: Yes.
S1: Can I go to Paris?
Me: Yes.
S2: Where's Paris? Is it in England?
Me: No, it's in France.
S2: Oh. Is the Eiffel Tower in England?
Me: No. France.
S2: Oh. I want to go there.

Scene 2 (in the hall).

Random student: I'm so mad--I'm moving to New York! Or--York something. I'm moving to Yorktown!

Monday, January 02, 2006

Back from break, meep

This is the Husbandlet:

This is me:


We did have a fabulous break, though. I will post pictures of Ngaire's first Christmas (and Ngaire's first stuffed rat) as soon as I get them developed. Welcome to 2006!