tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68531512011-12-17T09:17:51.572-06:00protofluxLife with the most wonderful child on Earth.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.comBlogger911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-29445800218971231562008-02-02T19:53:00.001-06:002008-12-09T23:54:43.699-06:00Judah has had a weird illness these past couple days. He is very normal all day long and every now and then complains that he has a tummyache. Two nights ago, he vomited profusely at 1am. Last night, he vomited at 11pm. Today he had diarrhea the minute we got home from a birthday party where he was perfectly fine. I feel bad for the little guy. He feels GREAT after each "purge" but it has me Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-36472558816073523522008-02-01T00:14:00.000-06:002008-02-01T00:19:05.531-06:00Dixie Training ProgressThis is after Dixie's 3rd obedience lesson. She's doing SO WELL! Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-37845358958186305682008-01-27T08:43:00.000-06:002008-01-31T23:55:00.078-06:00We were catching up on American Idol last night (TIVO is our savior) and at some point somebody said the word "stupid". Judah announced, "I am *soooo* sick of the bad words on TV." So we asked what words he meant.He replied, "Words like 'stupid', 'dummy', 'loser'. Those words are so STUPID."Then, he proceeded to build a CHOCOLATE PUDDING FACTORY with his architectural blocks. He even had a song Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-48740364637878997782008-01-26T12:48:00.000-06:002008-01-27T08:43:28.837-06:00{Swear Word}It was only a matter of time.Dixie decided to eat her house specialty favorite, the "Judah Ankle Sandwich". Judah dragged Dixie along across the living room, she still clamped down on his ankle, he trying to pull himself along the back of the sofa.With an exasperated look on his face, he said very calmly, "Mooooom! Get the damn dog!" My head whipped up and I asked, "What kind of dog?" Judah: "TheKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-60790168327528022082008-01-26T11:19:00.000-06:002008-12-09T23:54:43.874-06:00Now that Judah is old enough to help with basic chores, when the weather is more agreeable, I will begin taking him to the "For the Love of the Lake" shoreline spruce-up at White Rock Lake. It is disgraceful how picnickers throw their refuse in the lake with little care about the impact they make on the wildlife.Take for example little Six Pack. I am so tired of the discarded waste by careless Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-51131303913186171562008-01-25T19:40:00.000-06:002008-01-26T12:44:59.550-06:00Living in the KitchenI still knit when I can, but the new puppy is a yarn thief. Having just lived through my mom's puppy shredding some Size 1s when I set down a pair of Jaywalkers to go get a coffee refill, having my own little beast wait in shadows until I walk two feet away from my yarn and then launch upon it has me needing to plan strategically when I can actually pick up the fiber and create something...car, Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-83666784298674937492008-01-22T10:28:00.001-06:002008-01-22T10:28:00.879-06:00what the world needs now what the world needs now Originally uploaded by getthebubbles Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-56718342165579754542008-01-21T19:54:00.000-06:002008-12-09T23:54:44.546-06:00I have been spending a lot of time in the kitchen since my grandfather died on 20 December. It is therapy for me and a healthy way to grieve. I am filling the bellies of my two guys and I feel a sense of joy by making things that send my husband back for seconds. I baked four Apple Dapple Cakes over the holidays, whipped carrots and parsnips, baked fluffy whipping cream biscuits that melt in yourKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-5568658898916686052008-01-14T17:04:00.001-06:002008-01-14T17:06:39.135-06:00My ideal presidential match list is rather frightening. Mike Gravel as #2? Golly, I'm more liberal than I thought. I was a certified card carrying lefty lib in my 20s, but thought that now that I've become a parent, I've gotten a bit more conservative...maybe not?91% Dennis Kucinich (D)87% Mike Gravel (D)85% Joe Biden (D)85% Chris Dodd (D)82% Barack Obama (D)81% Hillary Clinton (D)79% John Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-20842859457345801982008-01-14T09:57:00.001-06:002008-01-14T11:08:21.146-06:00Young Jedi KnightJudah & I watched Return of the Jedi last night. The Ewoks aren't so annoying when you watch it with a four year old. He loved them so much that I was able to forget that they were likely added to the movie by George Lucas for the obvious product endorsements that followed the theatrical release of the film.Something I did not like about the DVD "re-release" version is that at the end of the filmKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-8826488918548476472008-01-13T11:04:00.000-06:002008-12-09T23:54:44.750-06:00We're going to hole ourselves up today for the Cowboys game at a local sports bar. Dixie has been wearing her Dallas Cowboys bandana since yesterday.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1351775469311356432008-01-13T10:01:00.001-06:002008-12-09T23:54:45.009-06:00Micheal nearly made me a widow yesterday. We met our friends at White Rock Lake for a family picnic & sailing afternoon. The weather has been mild this winter and started out very promising with a glorious sunshine and slight breeze. Perfect sailing weather. Once we got the boat lowered in the davit, a norther blew in and the temp dropped pretty rapidly. All of us mamas decided we would rather Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-55296871741410656102007-10-28T09:42:00.000-05:002008-12-09T23:54:45.123-06:00So, we got a dog. Meet Miss Dixie.My life as I knew it is temporarily on hold until I am through the stage of chasing her away from the carpeted staircase, spraying Bitter Apple on my bamboo area rug border, twice daily trips to the lake for an extensive game of fetch and chase, a walk around the neighborhood, 8x to the backyard for potty time, waking up before dawn to sit under the moon, my Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-82936005521296165432007-10-12T21:17:00.000-05:002007-10-12T22:12:09.295-05:00Filed under "You know you're a parent when..." you spend a full hour with your nose pressed to the glass at Krispy Kreme watching donuts make their way through the conveyor belt, toast in the hot oil and pass through the glaze waterfall. Judah was completely fascinated by the mechanics. A cup of coffee, three donuts later and our little family considered this a terrific Friday night.Micheal did Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-41720434145167615342007-10-07T11:18:00.000-05:002008-12-09T23:54:45.291-06:00Kiss the GirlsWe are completely settled into our fall schedule, though I feel like I am busier and needing to stay more focused on my calendar than ever before. Between work responsibilities (a board meeting, and two conferences in Sydney, Australia and San Juan, Puerto Rico), school (Annual Fund Grade Level Sponsor, Fall Festival Shift Coordinator), personal (PK4 soccer, social engagements) and church (ParentKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-79284575277678390732007-08-23T07:33:00.000-05:002008-12-09T23:54:45.560-06:00This pretty much sums up how Judah felt at the end of the second day of school:So far school seems to be fun for him, although when I picked him up at carpool yesterday he informed me that one of the new girls poked him in the eye, pinched his cheek and bit his knee. I wrote his teacher a letter since I am only hearing half the story and don't know what led up to this, but I have to say that I'm Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-84416176285937160092007-08-21T10:33:00.001-05:002008-12-09T23:54:46.084-06:00First Day of SchoolJudah started PK4 this morning. Going cold turkey on early bedtime and waking up at 6am was HARD. He has been staying up 'til 11pm sometimes and waking up around 8am.This was Judah when he first woke up, poor thing:Once we reminded him that friends would be at school: We had a quick costume change into his uniform, "nametag banana" included, and he was ready for school. The class theme is Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-32677771540929389192007-08-19T15:21:00.000-05:002008-12-09T23:54:46.237-06:00As Time Goes ByHaving had some type of online journal for years and at some point always dropping off for months or even a year at a time, I am back again as I always regret not keeping a written record of the day to day experiences with a little boy in our household.Judah is almost four and a half years old and begins his PK4 school year in two days. He remains a sweet and fairly easygoing little boy Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1163790620639781132006-11-17T13:07:00.000-06:002007-08-21T10:52:49.863-05:00Another "note to self" that I often find on scraps of paper when I don't have time to post to the blog at that particular moment...6/9/2006 - peanups, flamingo (flamenco), potty - 5 (6?) times, poop - in big potty, my bed / my house, ooooo, that's prettyTranslated -- Judah was calling peanuts "peanups" and flamingoes "flamencos", we were toward the end of potty training and he was doing a super Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1163789941184120012006-11-17T12:47:00.000-06:002006-11-17T13:01:01.283-06:00I was cleaning up some old files on my laptop and came across this little blog note:1/30/2004 - Judah is crawling (backward), trying to stand, screams at the top of his lungs just to hear his own voice, loves looking at himself in mirrors, doesn’t like naps anymore, likes banging on things and eating pureed bananas.That really took me way back considering that Judah is now making his own social Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1161796573545523762006-10-25T12:07:00.000-05:002006-10-25T12:18:20.243-05:00Judah has been quite dramatic this past week. He dropped a quarter on the floor of the car and exclaimed (think Scarlett O'Hara), "I'll never see that quarter again!" or when I drove the carpool yesterday..."Where is my father? I'll never see him again!" or when I washed off his spider tattoo from his hand b/c of the no-tattoo rule at school, "I'll never have that spider tattoo again!" He also Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1156877548230507862006-08-28T22:52:00.000-05:002006-08-29T14:04:19.246-05:00This past weekend, Judah was extremely wiggly when I was trying to get him to sit still long enough for me to put his shoes and socks on. Here was our conversation:Me: Judah, my goodness, you've got ants in your pants today.Judah: Get them out! It hurts!Me: Oh! No, son, "ants in your pants" is not literal. It is another way to say that your body is very wiggly and you aren't being still.Judah:Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1152555820934647312006-07-10T13:21:00.000-05:002006-07-10T13:23:40.953-05:00I have just gotten the required summer reading list for Judah’s school teachers and a couple books caught my attention.o Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder by Richard Louvo Einstein Never Used Flash Cards : How Our Children Really Learn -- And Why They Need to Play More and Memorize Less by Kathy Hirsh-Pasek, Diane Eyer, Roberta Michnick GolinkoffI am Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1156196052446983622006-06-20T14:49:00.000-05:002006-08-29T14:26:59.133-05:00Potty Potty, Part Trois (l'acte final)Armed with a potty chart and a super pack of stickers, we tackled potty training once more. Going cold turkey ended up being the best way to get things going. Judah had been using the potty at daycare but would refuse at home and in our efforts to not force him into it before he was ready, we obliged. But, the fact that school will start soon and he must be potty-ready to attend, we had to Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1148941287310629702006-05-29T16:56:00.000-05:002006-05-29T17:22:31.606-05:00I dove into the CD closet today to digitize some of our 2,000+ CDs and am listening to Depeche Mode's The Singles 86>98 and drinking a Shiner. While Judah takes a nap, Micheal & I cleaned our downstairs office. I mopped the floor with too much bleach in the water and now my eyes are cloudy and I think I may have burned out all of my nose hairs. Happy Memorial Day!We have been very low-key all Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1148052037118027542006-05-19T10:10:00.000-05:002006-09-17T17:10:29.613-05:00Yesterday when I picked Judah up from school, I parked right by a Chevy Tahoe which had the motor running. As soon as I got out, I noticed that the driver was revving the engine while it was in park. It was then that I saw that there were two little boys, around 7 years old, and a baby in the car and no adult was in sight. It was in the 90s outside. When Judah's teacher greeted me at the doorKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1147650753692797732006-05-14T18:33:00.000-05:002006-05-29T16:55:50.650-05:00Mother's Day 2006Yeah, I'm a sucker. Wowie withdrawal lasted about two more hours after I posted here and then I caved. There's only so much crying and pleading that I can take when I'm simultaneously caring for a sick child who is demanding I produce the sacred wowie and read a white paper and four case studies before posting opinions on our intranet BBS to a rather large group of senior managers and Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1146847087677567402006-05-05T11:32:00.000-05:002006-05-05T11:38:07.690-05:00Wowie Withdrawal, Day OneIt's time. Judah has to ditch the "wowies". He is so severely addicted that I already know that we'll have to bust open a bottle of tequila just to sustain ourselves through the next few days (weeks? months?) of his imploring us to give him his wowie back. I told him that if he can go the whole day today without one, that we will go shop tonight to buy a new toy. I can't bribe him on a daily Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1146783841934246202006-04-09T22:44:00.000-05:002006-05-05T11:46:28.053-05:00Judah's 3rd birthday was a blast. Mom and Kitty flew in on Thursday. We shopped, dined, played and got ready for the big party on Sunday. Fifteen kids, pizza, cake, balloons, gymnasium filled with balls, bubbles, bounce raft and balance beam. Lots of music, running around and laughter. A three-year old's slice of heaven.The best part was when he opened gifts and the room was filled with all the Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1144249401952371072006-04-05T10:03:00.000-05:002006-04-05T10:03:22.010-05:00breathless breathless Originally uploaded by Farl. I came across this photo on Flickr. It speaks a thousand words of why I love children so much. Their ability to find joy in the simplest things never ceases to amaze me.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1143573710837289452006-03-28T13:04:00.000-06:002006-03-28T13:24:00.776-06:00I woke up at 4am after getting pushed to the edge of the bed numerous times by Judah, who was spread-eagled between Micheal and me. He is now officially too big to co-sleep, so this morning we had a chat about him needing to sleep in his own bed from now on.I feel like such a tyrannical mom this week. Yesterday at the grocery store, Judah asked for a bottle of Dasani water. I gave it to him Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1143484181850276952006-03-27T12:29:00.000-06:002006-03-28T12:47:55.243-06:00In all the excitement of the big Africa trip, I forgot to post about Judah's acceptance into private school. He got accepted at the #1 school of our choice. He was also accepted at another school, but just for their three day program and waitlisted at the "hard as heck to get into" school. The fourth school still hasn't sent letters out, and we had to reply to #1 by the 24th. We turned in ourKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1143408473408887322006-03-26T14:22:00.000-06:002006-03-26T15:41:35.786-06:00I am home from Cape Town. I worked harder than I ever have in my life. We had a lean group managing the event and pulled 13+ hour days. I did a little of everything needed since the classes I was managing didn't take place until the latter part of the week. The first day I was an "Oscar Girl", presenting awards to people on stage in front of 1,000 people. The whole time, my mother's voice Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1143409795093324842006-03-13T13:43:00.000-06:002006-03-26T15:53:08.790-06:00Letter from JudahWhile I'm in Africa, Judah is spending time at his grandparents' ranch (Suga Suga & Papa). I received the sweetest e-mail from him (thanks Suga). ;-)Subject: My First DayHi Mommy-I asked Suga to write to you because my hands are just too small and I can't spell very well.Daddy & I met Suga on Sunday. I waved bye to Daddy and we left for the ranch. On the way home I saw cows, horses, barns and Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1140468471947295802006-02-20T14:47:00.000-06:002006-02-22T13:10:45.590-06:00To bring some focus to my hectic multi-project knitathon, I have joined up with the The 2006 Knitting Olympics. The mohair poncho is what I began during the opening ceremony of the Olympics, but have cast on the ivory socks for Mom, stripey socks for Granny and began a gauge swatch for my cousin's Jaywalkers. It's looking a little dicey - much like the snow in Turin slowed things down a bit, soKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1140368612539340362006-02-19T11:03:00.000-06:002006-02-22T13:26:46.860-06:00I love Sunday. We skipped church (again) this morning and I just cleared the breakfast dishes after making a yummy oven pancake that Judah helped me mix up. Lemon juice, confectioners sugar, butter and nutmeg mixed in to the batter -- delicious. This along with applewood smoked bacon and blood oranges made a perfect lazy Sunday meal.It is COLD outside. 28F which is the reason for blowing off Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1138991610515790122006-02-03T12:33:00.000-06:002006-02-03T12:38:55.666-06:00My kid is getting big for his britches these days.I have been coming down with some bug for the past three days. Two nights ago, he wanted me to play with Lincoln Logs on the floor, which I absolutely did not feel like doing. I just wanted to lie on the sofa and not move a muscle. Here was our conversation:Judah: Mommy, play with you?Me: Judah, mommy is really sick. I need to rest. Can you Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1137169926133869752006-01-13T10:32:00.000-06:002006-01-13T10:32:06.170-06:00The new year has not proven to be especially kind to my household. My first day back at work, I got nabbed with a speeding ticket after driving above 40mph on a mile-long bridge where I was the only driver. Menace to society, I am. Then, this week, we had to put our almost 15-year old orange tabby down and it has left a gaping hole in my heart. She was my first "baby" and the pet I have ownedKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1133295703145567782005-11-29T14:21:00.000-06:002005-11-29T14:22:30.793-06:00How am I expected to work when things like THIS are on the web?Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1133295022984951062005-11-29T14:10:00.000-06:002005-11-29T14:10:23.010-06:00We are in the middle of an intervention. A TV intervention. Our darling two year old angel has figured out that begging for "Dora! Dora! Dora, mommy? Dora!" is an effective means for me to cave in about five minutes. This morning he looked up at me with his big blue eyes and sweetly asked, "Mommy, watch Bum Bop Quare Pant?" He had me pick him up last night to find the "Patrits" [sic] Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1129907775701744772005-10-21T10:16:00.000-05:002005-10-21T10:16:15.756-05:00Judah has been watching Little Einsteins, which recently debuted on the Disney Channel, for two weeks and already uses terms such as "accelerando" (gradually getting faster) and "retardando" (slower) when zooming his Thomas the Tank engines across the living room floor. He is very interactive with the show, telling us all about each part of the show...the animals, the transportation, the musicalKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1119986867731286352005-06-28T14:27:00.000-05:002005-06-28T14:32:48.696-05:00Judah has been sleeping on a goosedown palette since April when we converted his 3-in-1 cherry sleigh crib to a daybed and he flat out refused to ever step foot in it again. We bought him the PBK Catalina toddler bed (in honey-colored wood, not white) this past Saturday and are transitioning gradually. The crib mattress is now on the floor and after a week (per my mom's advice), we will Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1119540868681091912005-06-23T10:34:00.000-05:002005-06-23T10:34:28.723-05:00Katie & Mom, circa 1974(ish). Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1118814690593103882005-06-15T00:51:00.000-05:002005-06-15T00:56:20.543-05:00I forgot to mention earlier that Judah sang Happy Birthday all the way home from the store. It went something like this...Happy Birfday youHappy Birfday youHappy Birfday MommyHappy Birfday DaddyHappy Birfday MilesHappy Birfday MikeHappy Birfday Potatoetc.Potato is his new Mr. Potatohead. I taught him how to put Mr. Potatohead's arm up on top of his head and his lips where his arm should go.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1118805827004501492005-06-14T22:23:00.000-05:002005-06-14T22:55:28.846-05:00***WARNING: Straight-up Indelicate Poop Talk***Judah was overtired tonight, most likely due to "Swim Tuesdays" at his daycare plus I took him book and grocery shopping tonight, so we retired early for clean-up and bedtime stories. We brushed teeth, washed hands and then I decided to take his diaper off while I went to use the potty. He followed me over and sat on his potty and told me the pee Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1118762982656105542005-06-14T10:29:00.000-05:002005-06-14T10:29:42.660-05:00Breezy (Mom's Picassohead) Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1118761186053478212005-06-14T09:59:00.000-05:002005-06-14T10:32:20.313-05:00Oh my Gosh. I will get nothing done today. This is more addicting than Virtual Bubble Wrap.~*~*~~*~*~Mr. Picassohead~*~*~~*~*~Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1118720548399948302005-06-13T22:42:00.000-05:002005-06-14T00:37:05.206-05:00Potty PottyYesterday morning, Judah followed his daddy to the bathroom, pulled off his own diaper, pottied on the bathroom floor, then seconds later ran to the toilet to stand beside his daddy and potty some more on the floor by the toilet. I had originally decided to wait until August to potty train since I will be traveling with and without Judah for the whole month of July. It just seemed too chaotic Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1118249661936021442005-06-08T11:54:00.000-05:002005-06-14T08:42:38.723-05:00I Miss You, GrandpopI am listening to internet radio and Brick House by The Commodores is on. This song reminds me of my Grandpop. That may seem unusual to most people...why would a song about a lady who is stacked remind someone of their grandfather?My Grandpop was the center of my universe in so many ways as a child. I was a latchkey kid and my grandparents lived on the same street, so I often made my way to Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1117658563948986562005-06-01T15:33:00.000-05:002005-06-01T15:51:00.950-05:00"Mommy, look! Cow! Right there!" as Judah points at the sky.He is in full-on imagination mode now. He points at the ceiling, at walls and at high rise buildings proclaiming cows, sharks, snakes and many other animals to be right there! It is great fun.His language skills have become infinitely more complex in just the past week. This morning, I had to get ready for work, but for a few Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1117568653200411152005-05-29T14:42:00.000-05:002005-05-31T15:05:15.576-05:00I have just realized I left my wallet in the shopping cart at the grocery store yesterday afternoon. Miracle of miracles, it was turned in (cash intact). I can't believe it. Yesterday was indeed a weird day.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1117365683645104192005-05-29T06:21:00.000-05:002005-05-29T06:27:20.690-05:00Yesterday was the longest and weirdest day ever.The morning started off beautifully with Judah sleeping in until 8:30am (and his mommy, too!) We had a leisurely breakfast and then headed out for our favorite local nursery to plant shop. As soon as I paid for the plants and walked out of the store, Micheal came running to inform that the baby was locked in the car. The car keys had slipped out Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1116306561866809152005-05-17T00:09:00.000-05:002005-05-17T00:10:20.950-05:00My new favorite word of the week is Lingweenie (n): a person incapable of producing neologisms.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1115517966951842832005-05-07T21:06:00.000-05:002005-05-07T21:17:44.196-05:00Katie's A Slice of Heaven Risotto with PorciniI made a divine risotto with porcini mushrooms tonight. Here is my recipe:1.5 cups boiling water1 ounce dried porcini mushrooms1 tablespoon olive oil1 medium onion, diced3 cloves finely minced garlic1/2 teaspoon dried oregano1 teaspoon dried parsley1 cup risotto1 teaspoon saltChicken stock1) Place mushrooms in boiling water and set aside for 10 minutes (have munchies on hand as the rich smell ofKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1115423762446547562005-05-06T18:56:00.000-05:002005-05-06T19:25:44.530-05:00Judah woke up at 4:30am vomiting all over our bed. It followed a half hour later by more vomiting and then in the morning twice more.Mother & Child Mother's Day is this Sunday. I realized that sitting with your two-year old son folded up in your arms at 5 o'clock in the morning, not minding for one second that he still has a piece of residual barf stuck in his hair, and mainly worried about howKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1115422989863546402005-05-06T18:43:00.000-05:002005-05-06T18:44:01.570-05:00This story - Student Suspended Over Call to Mom in Iraq - made me so damn mad that I wrote a letter of complaint to the principal and assistant principal which in short was a "shame on you". Being the wife of a war veteran, I can vividly remember the long stretches of time between letters and phone calls and how stressful it was wondering how Micheal was doing and if he was even alive. So, hereKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1115241532117865532005-05-04T16:18:00.000-05:002005-05-04T16:32:06.833-05:00I haven't written down words that Judah has added to his vocabulary in a while. He's talking up a storm! Yesterday, he took his Daddy by the hand and walked him around the classroom telling him the names of his classmates. He also says his Daddy's name, 'Micheal'. Many of the words he previously said are now more correctly pronounced (like milk, turtle and horse).Alektra - Alektaalligator - Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1115198409334827552005-05-04T04:20:00.000-05:002005-05-04T04:29:11.016-05:00The Artist Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1115197114513785692005-05-04T03:58:00.000-05:002005-05-04T03:58:34.536-05:00In the *cutest thing ever* category, Judah (who is sleeping between us in bed tonight) just pointed at the ceiling and said, "People!" When I looked at him, his eyes were closed. He rolled over onto his belly and I realized that he was talking in his sleep!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1115196974802221752005-05-04T03:56:00.000-05:002005-05-04T04:30:12.770-05:00Judah just woke up a few minutes ago in his own bed crying for rescue. This is a nightly occurence and means that when I fetch him, he's already standing in his bed with blanket & "crib friend" (various stuffed animal) ready to come to our bed. He isn't adjusting to his daybed at all. We removed the front crib rail (is a convertible 3-in-1) but didn't know that we should discuss it with him Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1114610813681716052005-04-27T09:06:00.000-05:002005-04-27T11:27:05.750-05:00Micheal & I arrived in Puerto Vallarta at noon yesterday and immediately ventured out to explore our neighborhood and some local comida. We had a great lunch at a little outdoor restaurant called Tacos & Beer with amazing tacos al pastor and ice-cold cervezas.Then, we retreated to Nikki Beach, a global hotspot spawned from Miami Beach where chill electronica such as Dzihan & Kamien pulsated fromKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1114609320034505812005-04-27T08:42:00.000-05:002005-04-27T08:42:00.033-05:00Mojitos on Nikki Beach Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1114609310074088382005-04-27T08:41:00.003-05:002005-05-04T04:26:34.110-05:00Lounging platforms @ Nikki Beach Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1114609243065801792005-04-27T08:40:00.001-05:002005-04-27T08:40:43.066-05:00Tacos & Beer @ Tacos & Beer Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1114609187412801022005-04-27T08:39:00.000-05:002005-05-04T04:28:38.413-05:00View From Our Balcony in Puerto Vallarta Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1114475950440875652005-04-25T19:39:00.000-05:002005-04-25T19:43:54.210-05:00I have just returned from Panama. I went with a colleague to do a site inspection at a resort where we plan to have our summer retreat. It was a whirlwind trip. I arrived midday on Thursday and flew home Friday night. However, we managed to tour the resort, eat two sumptuous meals, tour the Miraflores Locks, Old Panama, and see a bit of the city before I came back home.This is the second timeKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1113545534928631872005-04-14T22:27:00.000-05:002005-04-25T19:23:26.123-05:00I am in Phoenix for the next two days. I flew out tonight and as soon as I settled myself into my seat, buckled up and pulled out my knitting, I started praying the standard passenger prayer...maybe the seat to the left of me might remain vacant. It was not to be. A Birkie-clad guy in his early 20s scooched in beside me two minutes before boarding ended. Drat.Not five seconds after his buns Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1114473243689011852005-04-08T18:54:00.000-05:002005-04-25T19:24:14.640-05:00My little man Judah turned two years old today. I knew he was no longer my little baby when I received my weekly e-mailed informational newsletter from Babycenter.com and the subject was "Your Preschooler: 2 Year Old" (up to now, it's been "Your Toddler: 23 Month, 2 Week"). But preschooler? Sigh.Birthday Boy Driving Tractor We spent his birthday at the ranch where he rode a horse, a Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1111701657459074712005-03-24T16:00:00.000-06:002005-03-24T16:07:57.496-06:00Anemone by Judah (2005) Two nights ago, I cut a couple kitchen sponges into fish shapes and laid out finger paints and crayons for Judah. We had a really great time painting, talking and laughing. Here is one of Judah's original works of art. He really enjoyed smearing the paint with his hands and when it was complete, I thought it looked a lot like fish swimming above sea anemone.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1111557805120466452005-03-23T00:03:00.000-06:002005-03-23T00:06:03.863-06:00Must. Make. These. Turkish Slippers.My Gangy (great-grandmother) crocheted hundreds of slippers for family members and every Christmas we would be given bags full to choose our favorite color combos. Every pair of mine now have big, gaping holes in the soles and now that I am a bonafide knitter, I want to make slippers for the whole family. I am anxious to buy the Simple Crochet book, so that Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1111552719301618522005-03-22T22:38:00.000-06:002005-03-23T00:11:07.910-06:00Judah is such a peach. I don't know how I could possibly love him any more than I already do, but then he'll do something new or funny or unexpected and I marvel at how this little man entered my life and rocked my world in such an absolutely amazing way. Micheal had a meeting at church, so Judah and I spent an hour in a local tea shop enjoying a snack and me relaxing with a cup of black tea/Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1111090057158837442005-03-17T14:07:00.000-06:002005-03-17T14:49:45.190-06:00Bill and Ted's (Not So) Excellent NCAA AdventureI tuned in via Yahoo Sports to the live audio feed of the Penn v. Boston College game at about 2:38p ET. The game was scheduled to start at 2:55p. So, apparently the play-by-play announcer didn't know it was live on the air already and was griping out the control booth because they said they wouldn't start the broadcast feed until 2:58p. He said,Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1111082816054018742005-03-17T12:06:00.000-06:002005-03-17T12:22:40.363-06:00I haven't posted in a couple weeks because the conference I worked at in D.C. took about 18 hours of my life each day that I was there and now that I am home, I have been spending all of my time with my family. The weather was gorgeous last weekend, so Judah and I went to the park about four times. He is such a brave little boy, particularly loving the "big kids" spiral slide - a very heart Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1109477970670379542005-02-26T22:19:00.000-06:002005-02-26T22:52:41.310-06:00I arrived in Washington, DC earlier tonight. It's very cold outside, but quite lovely. I haven't been here for a couple years. I flew in to Reagan National because I always enjoy driving past the Jefferson Memorial on my way into the city. It's my favorite of all buildings. Since this whole week will be extremely hectic, I decided it was important to keep a good sense of humor...a little pet Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1109133825397429452005-02-22T22:43:00.000-06:002005-02-22T22:49:31.190-06:00I am pulling a work late nighter, listening to the Gospel station on Yahoo!LaunchCast. "Hosanna" by Kirk Franklin is playing. That man pulls me right out of my shoes with his absolutely stunning, powerful voice. He's got pipes like Teddy Pendergrass!I listen to gospel music sometimes when I need a bit of a lift. Kirk always does it for me. A very special reason that I adore him, besides the fact Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1108625576692062552005-02-17T01:32:00.000-06:002005-02-17T08:52:17.486-06:00Our sweet child has pinkeye. He managed to be 100% healthy for...oh...one week! Last night he came home with red, glassy eyes and this morning had eyelashes covered in crust. He stayed home with me and we had an "all pajama" day.His appetite has been voracious this past week. He has to be experiencing another growth spurt. I have been giving him extra snacks to keep him full. He now likes to pullKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1107854768331460112005-02-08T03:26:00.000-06:002005-02-08T03:40:08.346-06:00It just isn't a real visit to California without a car chase!
I am watching a car chase on the O.C. evening news that has been going on for 1:25 hours. It is rumored to be a shooting incident and the victim is in the trunk of the car on the phone with 911. This all started in Koreatown. He's was on the 5 Freeway going about 100mph, but now got stuck on residential streets, so he's only going Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1107760420739236922005-02-07T01:13:00.000-06:002005-02-07T10:20:28.233-06:00It was bound to happen eventually. Judah likes to take the cordless phone and "call people" (he is typically calling some random sequence of numbers that don't actually dial out and will chatter away at the dial tone or busy signal). He really uses his imagination and has conversations that last five or more minutes that include "Hello, yeah, {{{gibberish}}}, OK, Bye!". I encourage him to do thisKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1106616367717987452005-01-24T19:14:00.000-06:002005-01-24T19:30:49.863-06:00Judah is sick. He's been running a fever of around 101.5 since Saturday. It dropped to 98.9 this morning, only to spike at 102.5 this afternoon. I work at home on Mondays & Wednesdays, and today had two very big deadlines to meet -- both have been put on hold as I got nothing done at all. I kept him home from daycare so he could relax a bit. He was extra-cuddly this morning, but by midday was a Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1106347599843292742005-01-21T16:46:00.000-06:002005-02-24T15:24:11.623-06:00"No!!!"And so it begins. Judah has been saying "no" for a couple months, but now it is being used constantly, and not always appropriately. He'll say "no" for any reason, such as the following:I have five minutes to get to work in another city and I still have to get him dressedIt's time to eat vegetables (he also hands them back to us and says, "Thank You!")His nose needs to be blownWe have to Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1106256184612250832005-01-20T15:23:00.000-06:002005-01-21T16:47:48.433-06:00This past Tuesday night, Micheal, Judah & I went to a lecture given by Craig and Marc Kielburger who founded Free the Children, which is according to their web site, "...an international network of children helping children at a local, national and international level through representation, leadership and action. It was founded by Craig Kielburger in 1995, when he was 12 years old. The primary Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1105995525666321132005-01-17T14:58:00.000-06:002005-01-17T21:55:41.633-06:00I teach three year olds on Sundays at church. Yesterday, our class topic was "I Can Taste". As Unitarian Universalists, we celebrate diversity and by exploring the differences and similarities in each person, the children learn to appreciate and respect all walks of life.
Usually, we begin our class by walking to the children's chapel (the adults are in the main sanctuary). There, the children -Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1105820058025423212005-01-15T13:56:00.000-06:002005-01-17T08:33:05.663-06:00We have been teaching Judah American Sign Language for many months now. It is really paying off!
Words Judah can say now at 21 months old. Any deviation from true pronounciation is in parenthesis. An asterisk "*" indicates he only signs the word and doesn't yet verbalize it. A "++" indicates he verbalizes and signs the word.
Apple++BallBanana (bah)++Bath (bah)++Bird (burr)++Bubble (this is what Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1105817488627119072005-01-15T13:07:00.000-06:002005-01-17T08:30:56.463-06:00I have been really procrastinating about picking up this blog again, but when my son looked up at me with his big blue eyes and started spewing complex phrases and a slightly out of order rendition of "ABC", I realized I had better get back to capturing these momentous occasions before I wake up one morning to find him packing for college.
2005...I made a few resolutions that I know I will keep.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1086713026451321922004-06-08T11:21:00.001-05:002004-06-08T11:58:05.180-05:00Judah and Micheal are watching Signing Time and when the "Silly Pizza Song" came on, Judah signed CHEESE. Hoorah!
Although he did his own interpretation of AIRPLANE a few weeks ago, the only other sign he has been doing is some thing that I can't find in the ASL dictionary where he puts his thumb and index finger in a pinch and taps the palm of his left hand with them. He does it everytime theKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1086712264846451092004-06-08T11:21:00.000-05:002004-06-08T11:59:29.270-05:00As a parent, I strive to create a comfortable environment for my child at all times to avoid any mental scarring which will cause future neuroses. So, what in the hell I was thinking last night when Judah's Papa was downstairs in the backyard watering the grass and I decided to pick Judah up, hide around the corner at the top of the staircase so he and I could prank Micheal when he came back up Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1085523850757105142004-05-25T17:05:00.000-05:002004-05-25T17:24:50.126-05:00Last night was bath night for Judah. Things he likes about taking a bath:
- splashing the water all over his mommy & papa
- turning on the faucet
- floating toys
- the sound porcelain makes when you hit it with floating toys
- eating floating toys
Things Judah doesn't like about taking a bath:
- having water poured over his face (it's scary!)
- having his nose cleaned
- getting out of the tub
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1085412724482519512004-05-24T10:11:00.000-05:002004-05-24T10:55:56.416-05:00Left foot Left foot Right foot right. Feet in the morning. Feet at night. -- Dr. Seuss, The Foot Book.
The day before Mother's Day, I was standing in the ranch bunkhouse looking for my shoes. I put Judah down for a second to free my hands and thinking he would plop down to play with {insert any object in grabbing distance} was absolutely floored by his decision to STAND while not holding on Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1083352645987742372004-04-30T14:17:00.000-05:002004-04-30T14:29:23.496-05:00I wrote a letter to NPR today scolding them for demoting Bob Edwards of Morning Edition.
I am going to miss Bob. He was a familiar and gentle voice that went hand-in-hand with my morning cuppa and his obviously ageist demotion is appalling. I signed a petition on savebobedwards.com.
You should, too. Fight the "bare belly button bureaucracy", man! Ageism stinks!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1083267899800748442004-04-29T10:40:00.000-05:002004-04-29T14:49:16.920-05:00This morning on the way to work, Judah would say fairly long sentences (still pretty incoherent, except for "Mama" or "Da") and then started laughing really hard at whatever he said. His conversations go something like this, "Bah da da geeee eee blah blah thhhhppt! Mama!"
He brought his "Little People" Zookeeper along for the ride and chewed on his head before casting him off to the floor. I Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6853151.post-1083102953705834062004-04-27T16:48:00.000-05:002004-04-27T17:01:14.310-05:00After spending the past year away from the Web being a new mommy, it seemed high time to return so I could document all the fascinating things happening to my son, Judah. He is amazing and beautiful and in full scientist/explorer mode. Nothing is left unexamined. First it goes into his mouth, then it is passed from hand to hand. Day before yesterday, Judah licked the sand off a sandcastle in Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704062488825842221noreply@blogger.com0