I've only seen her do this once before when I was watching a program on Animal Planet about cats. She obviously saw another cat on the screen, but she didn't hiss --- just stared in wonder.
Here she is watching the Discovery Channel:
Monday, May 4, 2009
Mazey
Mazey has taken a liking to TV. Last night, we were watching a Discovery Channel program on Yellowstone, and she sat there watching the animals move across the screen. She seemed to like the wolves best. At one point, she even started to paw at the screen.
I've only seen her do this once before when I was watching a program on Animal Planet about cats. She obviously saw another cat on the screen, but she didn't hiss --- just stared in wonder.
Here she is watching the Discovery Channel:
I've only seen her do this once before when I was watching a program on Animal Planet about cats. She obviously saw another cat on the screen, but she didn't hiss --- just stared in wonder.
Here she is watching the Discovery Channel:
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Baby's Heart
We went in for a Level II ultrasound yesterday, which included an echocardiogram of the baby's heart.
About three weeks ago during a monthly prenatal visit, one of the nurses discovered that our little chick had a heart arrhythmia or irregular heart beat.
We were suppose to have the echocardiogram done on March 30, but we had those travel problems getting back from Wisconsin, so we rescheduled, not getting in until yesterday.
The baby is fine and so is his heart. The doctor didn't find anything abnormal about the heart or any of its functions. We are very relieved.
The morning proved, however, to be a bit emotionally draining for me. I have been anxious about this appointment, especially since we had to reschudule and wait nearly three more weeks.
Our appointment was scheduled for 9:15 a.m., and by 10 a.m., I was getting impatient as we waited to see the doctor. Finally, I asked how much longer, and the receptionist said it would be up to 20 more minutes.
Let's just say I wasn't a happy camper. We were concerned Dave would miss his train, so we decided to see if we could reschedule -- again.
Well, I started crying. I didn't want to have to wait any longer to find out what's going on with our little chick's heart.
But crying proved to be effective. About five minutes later I was on the ultrasound table. No one wanted to deal with an angry, crying pregnant woman. The power of pregnancy!
I know doubt embarrassed Dave, and maybe I should feel embarrassed for making a scene, but I wasn't about to wait any longer or reschedule!
About three weeks ago during a monthly prenatal visit, one of the nurses discovered that our little chick had a heart arrhythmia or irregular heart beat.
We were suppose to have the echocardiogram done on March 30, but we had those travel problems getting back from Wisconsin, so we rescheduled, not getting in until yesterday.
The baby is fine and so is his heart. The doctor didn't find anything abnormal about the heart or any of its functions. We are very relieved.
The morning proved, however, to be a bit emotionally draining for me. I have been anxious about this appointment, especially since we had to reschudule and wait nearly three more weeks.
Our appointment was scheduled for 9:15 a.m., and by 10 a.m., I was getting impatient as we waited to see the doctor. Finally, I asked how much longer, and the receptionist said it would be up to 20 more minutes.
Let's just say I wasn't a happy camper. We were concerned Dave would miss his train, so we decided to see if we could reschedule -- again.
Well, I started crying. I didn't want to have to wait any longer to find out what's going on with our little chick's heart.
But crying proved to be effective. About five minutes later I was on the ultrasound table. No one wanted to deal with an angry, crying pregnant woman. The power of pregnancy!
I know doubt embarrassed Dave, and maybe I should feel embarrassed for making a scene, but I wasn't about to wait any longer or reschedule!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Crib
Over the weekend, we bought a crib. We decided to buy a used one off Craigslist.com after discovering that cribs at stores such as Target and Babies R Us are either really expensive and/or poorly made with weak materials.
A couple in a nearby town was selling a mini-crib (not the full sleigh-size cribs these days seem to be). It converts to a twin bed and is made of real, natural wood. It retails for about $200, but we paid only $80. What a steal!
We now need to outfit it with a mattress, bumper, sheets, etc. Our little nursery is starting to come together.
A couple in a nearby town was selling a mini-crib (not the full sleigh-size cribs these days seem to be). It converts to a twin bed and is made of real, natural wood. It retails for about $200, but we paid only $80. What a steal!
We now need to outfit it with a mattress, bumper, sheets, etc. Our little nursery is starting to come together.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Clipper Exam
There are many types of barbershops. The barbershop I go to in downtown New Haven is all about the sports talk, with the TV tuned to ESPN, the decor tending toward collegiate athletics and the banter focused on whose amateur analysis holds up.
And as a customer of this barbershop, I'm always at a severe disadvantage, being a fan of only one sport (baseball) and a fan of only one team in that sport (the Red Sox), with a shameful lack of expertise these days in either the sport or the team.
So when I set out this morning to get my haircut, I felt like an ill-prepared college student, off to take his midterm exam without doing any studying. What if they ask me a question that I don't know the answer to? Should I concoct some excuse for not knowing the material? Is there any way I can fake my way to a gentleman's "C"?
And then fate threw me a lifeline. The shop was closed until later in the morning for some unknown reason. My immediate fear was that the barbers had been up late watching North Carolina beat Michigan State, and I'd be barely able to say who won. So I took advantage of the extra time to study and grabbed a New York Times at the Starbucks around the corner.
Alas, the NYT was printed too early to have highlights of the basketball game, but lo and behold, two big baseball games were covered on the front of the sports section: The Yankees looked awful in their opener against the Orioles, with their two new high-paid stars totally choking. And the Mets eked out a win behind the solid pitching of Santana, their ace. That had to be enough to get me through any awkward silences sitting in the barber's chair.
But when I finally faced the music, it was as if the midterm had been canceled in favor of a study hall. No one was talking about basketball. An older customer asked one of the barbers about Palm Sunday festivities, of all things, and about his kid's soccer team. And, gasp, the TV wasn't tuned to ESPN but to Rachel Ray! What was going on here?
When I sat for my cut, I wondered if I should take the initiative and bring up the sorry state of the Yankees or the upbeat start to the Mets' season. Instead, I figured it best to stay quiet. The only sports talk was about another customer's trip to see an exhibition game in the Mets' new ballpark, but the game itself was overshadowed by the guy's appraisal of the new facility.
With my head a little lighter and my wallet a little skinnier, I strolled out of the place feeling I'd been spared, but also feeling a little disappointed. Even so, I'll be sure to study up for next time.
And as a customer of this barbershop, I'm always at a severe disadvantage, being a fan of only one sport (baseball) and a fan of only one team in that sport (the Red Sox), with a shameful lack of expertise these days in either the sport or the team.
So when I set out this morning to get my haircut, I felt like an ill-prepared college student, off to take his midterm exam without doing any studying. What if they ask me a question that I don't know the answer to? Should I concoct some excuse for not knowing the material? Is there any way I can fake my way to a gentleman's "C"?
And then fate threw me a lifeline. The shop was closed until later in the morning for some unknown reason. My immediate fear was that the barbers had been up late watching North Carolina beat Michigan State, and I'd be barely able to say who won. So I took advantage of the extra time to study and grabbed a New York Times at the Starbucks around the corner.
Alas, the NYT was printed too early to have highlights of the basketball game, but lo and behold, two big baseball games were covered on the front of the sports section: The Yankees looked awful in their opener against the Orioles, with their two new high-paid stars totally choking. And the Mets eked out a win behind the solid pitching of Santana, their ace. That had to be enough to get me through any awkward silences sitting in the barber's chair.
But when I finally faced the music, it was as if the midterm had been canceled in favor of a study hall. No one was talking about basketball. An older customer asked one of the barbers about Palm Sunday festivities, of all things, and about his kid's soccer team. And, gasp, the TV wasn't tuned to ESPN but to Rachel Ray! What was going on here?
When I sat for my cut, I wondered if I should take the initiative and bring up the sorry state of the Yankees or the upbeat start to the Mets' season. Instead, I figured it best to stay quiet. The only sports talk was about another customer's trip to see an exhibition game in the Mets' new ballpark, but the game itself was overshadowed by the guy's appraisal of the new facility.
With my head a little lighter and my wallet a little skinnier, I strolled out of the place feeling I'd been spared, but also feeling a little disappointed. Even so, I'll be sure to study up for next time.
Pedestrian Artifact
I bought these shoes maybe five years ago because I had read something about Converse finally biting the bullet and movi
ng its manufacturing overseas. I wanted to snatch up a pair of the company's last American-made shoes before they were gone forever. Back then, I was motivated by a naive concept of personal autheticity, as if I were pure enough never to wear anything that had been made in sweatshops in some foreign country.
ng its manufacturing overseas. I wanted to snatch up a pair of the company's last American-made shoes before they were gone forever. Back then, I was motivated by a naive concept of personal autheticity, as if I were pure enough never to wear anything that had been made in sweatshops in some foreign country. The shoes tickled my brain this week as a sort of artifact from the last gasp of the pre-globalization era. Today, as far as I can tell, this pair of shoes is the only pair of shoes in our household that was not made in China. (Slippers made in Dominican Republic, but they don't really count.)
The Converse have held up well, quite frayed but still wearable. I don't put them on every day, but now, when I do, maybe I should give a nod to the past. They don't make 'em like this anymore.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)