Day: February 16, 2005

Teething Sucks

Man, I had to deal with full-on screaming tonight. M. has cried hysterically, shrieked, yelled exceptionally loud, and I probably even characterized some of her outbursts as screaming in the past. But tonight, there’s no doubt it was a scream. She literally stopped crying so she could scream for five minutes, then started crying again. Some non-parents out there are probably saying, “What’s the big deal? Babies scream.” Yes, but my daughter has proven to be pretty tough so far. She routinely cracks S. or I in the skull with her head, and while we’re fighting back tears and waiting for the wailing to begin, she just looks at us and blinks her eyes. It must be some kind of pain she’s in now; she was so distraught that I was reduced to tears at one point. That good old helpless feeling from the early days of her life when we were tired and had no idea what to do, so we just cried with her.

In better baby news, she has a new thing I call the Yearbook Look. When you’re doing something that is particularly interesting to her, she cocks her head to the side and stares at you with a grin on her face. It’s like she’s looking around some imaginary pillar to see what’s going on. She always does it when you’re not looking, so it’s hysterical to move your focus back to her and see her clearly trying to get your attention. When your eyes meet hers, she laughs. Good stuff.

Even better was our encounter at lunch Sunday. A couple with a ten month old boy was seated next to us, the boy in a high chair with his back to me. M. was asleep and hidden in her car seat, so the boy had to entertain himself by looking at us. At one point, he was completely leaned back in his seat, and he was giving me the Yearbook Look. He just stared and stared, totally expressionless. Hilarious. When M. woke up and we took her out of her seat, we tried to get them to interact. However, they both just stared at the doodlebug that hangs from the handle of her seat rather than at each other. No, I had no idea what a doodlebug was seven months ago, but I now use the term in casual conversation.

M.’s new game is grabbing my hair. I knew the time would come when my hair became a target for little baby hands. With that in mind, I’ve been keeping it shorter than I had done over the past two years or so. Now, when I try to blow raspberries on her stomach, legs, or feet, she grabs at my hair and laughs. Eventually, I just lean in and let her touch my hair to amuse herself. Last night, she grabbed a handful and moved her face to it so she could stuff it into her mouth. That lasted about two seconds when she spit it out and got a look on her face like we’d given her something foul to eat. Maybe that’s where the whole hair in the food complex comes from?

She’s in bed, hopefully for a quiet night with mommy at work. Last night was another awake at least once an hour night. Daddy could use some sleep. I’m working on my Finn Brothers-related posts, and hope to get at least one up tomorrow. We’re less than a week away from the concert.

Random Bits And Pieces

Why is Liza Minelli always on TV? I did some checking, and while she won an Oscar and is the daughter of famous people, it’s not like she’s done much to generate all the media attention she gets. There are some people that older generations are gaga about, and while people our age may belittle their talent, we at least understand they were once huge stars. I’m not sure I understand what Liza did in her career that makes her so interesting. I was flipping around Monday night and saw her on Larry King or some other show talking about how messed up her life has been. Best I could tell, she’s just a washed up entertainer turned media whore who is willing to talk about drugs, abuse, etc. in order to get on shows. Why can’t she go Elizabeth Taylor and be crazy but remain secluded most of the time?

A bill banning the use of cell phones while driving was killed in committee in the Indiana legislature. People who talk on their phones while driving too slow, fast, too erratically piss me off, but I don’t get legislating against the practice. Studies have shown tuning the radio, changing CDs, lighting a cigarette, and even talking to a passenger are just as distracting to drivers as talking on a cell phone. If we could just get computers to take over our driving like in Minority Report, all problems would be solved.

Daylight Savings Time may or may not make it through the legislature this year. Apparently if they just vote on it, it will pass. But if they get into any discussions, it will fail. I tried to read an article in the Star about it yesterday and that was the general idea I took away from it. I can’t say I understand. I did enjoy one legislator who said his district is evenly split on things like gambling to pay for the Colts stadium, gay marriage ban, but on DST, they run 9-1 against it. “Hell no, hell no again, hell no a thousand times is what people in my district tell me.” Is it really that hard to move your clocks twice a year? I heard a funny description of people who aren’t technically savvy last week. “Flashing 12s.” You know, people who don’t know how to adjust their VCR clocks so they flash 12:00 constantly? I fear my new home state is loaded with those types.


My Wife Rocks

Arriving in today’s FedEx shipment, my Valentine’s Day gift from my wife: The Jack Stack Barbecue BIG Taste of Kansas City package. Included:
A bottle of Jack Stack sauce
Hickory Pit Beans
Barbecue Sausage
Chopped Beef Brisket
Pork Burnt Ends
Cheesy Corn Bake


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