NathanRising
life with a new baby
The Scent of a Turbo
Sep 3rd
Further proof that Andrew is retarded (not that we don’t already know he’s not the brightest star in the sky, right? I mean, this cat can’t even sit still without his head bobbing around): Now that Turbo has been shaved, Andrew doesn’t recognize him. SERIOUSLY! Andrew hisses and spits every time he sees him. And I’m all like, dude! Can you not smell? Because I know Turbo’s new haircut might seem a little disconcerting if you’re a cat but I KNOW he still has the same scent. But poor Andrew just doesn’t seem to have enough brainpower to compute that little fact! It’s funny to see Turbo walk past Andrew (or vice versa) because Andrew fluffs up his entire body, arches his back, stumbles backwards, and goes into HISSING HYSTERICS.
I’ll never look at a shower-head the same again
Sep 2nd
I thought this article was interesting… and a little frightening! Who knew how germy even shower-heads could be? And don’t even get me started on carpets. That is EXACTLY why my house is a total no-shoe zone! If you click on the link below, scroll down to the bottom of the article, after the comments, and you’ll see another article discussing the places germs lurk. I can’t seem to link to it individually, but the article above it discussing kitchen cleanliness is a good read as well!
1 in 7 home kitchens would flunk inspection – Health – Food safety – msnbc.com.
Turbo’s big shave
Sep 2nd
So Turbo, out beautiful Maine Coon kitty, decided to make the dark recesses under the couch his new lair. Unfortunately for him, this caused his fur to become matted. So Paul and I had no other option than to shave the big guy, not only because the mats could not simply be brushed out, but also because Turbo is not going to quit going under the couch. Being shaved will prevent mats from forming.
Unfortunately, Turbo did not want to cooperate for long, so we were unable to finish styling his legs. He did well, though. It took about two hours, and by the time we were done, the shaved fur piled on the floor looking like another whole animal.
But I’m not sure he will ever forgive us for this.
In fact, I’m pretty sure he will remember this forever.
We’re sorry, Big Turb. I guess you don’t exactly feel like you’re Turbo the Terminator anymore, do you?
You can’t have your cake…
Sep 1st
I hate that saying “You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.” It makes no sense. None at all. Don’t get me wrong, I know exactly what it’s supposed to mean, but that’s such a nonsensical way to say it. There is no point in having a cake if you aren’t supposed to eat it. What else are you supposed to do with it? Stare at it? Chew it up and then spit it right back out? Or how about blow it up with a bazooka? Or devise some ingenious way to use it for murder? Maybe recipients of cakes should use them to smother people. Or perhaps the cakes could be used as bait to attract insects. I don’t know why anyone would want to do that, but I also don’t know why anyone wouldn’t want to eat their cake. Some people claim the saying makes more sense if you say ”You can’t eat your cake and have it, too” but you know what? That is just as illogical.
Because who in their right mind would want to just have a cake and not eat it? It’s not like saving it doubles its value. You can’t resell it. So by golly, if someone gives me a cake, I’m damn well going to eat it! Not just admire it. Or save it until it goes stale. Or use it for murder. I’m going to cut it up into delicious pieces and CONSUME THAT SHIT.
So will someone tell me, what is the point in having a cake if you can’t eat it? FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS CHOCOLATE, someone please tell me!
No use crying over spilled milk
Sep 1st
Nathan has decided that when he’s done drinking his milk that instead of swallowing what’s left in his mouth, he’s going to open his mouth and let it all spill out. Nevermind that he may have just been changed into a clean shirt because he did the same thing 30 minutes ago. Nevermind that the milk flows down the clean shirt and onto the carpet and then that, too, must then be cleaned. And oh, guess who does the cleaning? I’ll give you a hint: It’s not Nathan.
He’s not so little anymore
Aug 31st
So Nathan had his 18-month well-check today, and he’s doing great! He’s growing so fast. He’s in the 70th percentile for his height and the 80th for his weight. I remember this time last year, how we were struggling with his weight-gain issues because I wasn’t producing enough milk, and then once we started supplimenting with formula to help him gain weight, we had to deal with the allergy he developed to the cow’s milk protein found in all infant formulas (with the exception of soy and hypoallergenic formulas). Nathan was so little and so thin that I wondered if he would ever gain enough weight. And now look. He’s such a big guy!
So the only thing he’s really behind on is talking. By now, he should be using at least 4-10 words regularly. He doesn’t. He’s said numerous words… like cat, dump truck, car, what’s that, truck, dog, book, six, seven, ten (and a few other numbers)… but he’s only said them a handful of times and then he just stops saying them. He doesn’t use any word regularly. The pediatrician says it’s very common with stubborn kids, which was established when Nathan was nine months old and stubbornly holding in his poop, making himself constipated.
I also didn’t talk much when I was his age. My mom said that I said my first sentence when I was 19-months old, and she was completely shocked because it came out of the clear blue. She said she had a habit of tripping on the stairs, and as she was going down them, I said “Be careful, Mommy.” Then, I didn’t say anything else until I was about two-years old, and when I did, it was as if the flood gates had been opened.
But to be on the safe side, if his vocabulary hasn’t increased in a month or two, his pediatrician would like to refer him to a speech therapist to have him evaluated.
So, other than that, the little man is doing great! He’s happy, healthy, and totally Nathan.
Eating Pooh
Aug 29th
Pooh Bear, that is! This is Nathan’s typical way of transporting his Pooh Bear around the house. But hey! When Nathan is chewing on Pooh Bear, at least he’s not chewing on himself! (Yeah, he totally still does that.)
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