Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Has it really been almost a month since my last post?

Gosh, I don’t even know where to start. So much has been going on since my last post. I added about 50 new blogs to my Bloglines account so whenever I log in I usually have TONS of new posts to read, and I have been super busy both at work and at home so I just haven’t had any time lately to actually sit down and write an update. So I’m making a little time right now and checking in.

Baby girl got over her ear infection and then the boy got a cold that settled into his chest and we actually had to go have a chest x-ray. It was fine, but he had to use an albuterol inhaler for a few days to help with some wheezing and let me tell you, THAT was fun. If you’ve never dealt with albuterol before, it’s like giving a child speed. In fact, your child may actually be able to climb walls. In our case, he became Supercrackhead for a little while. But the really weird thing is that a couple of times we had to give it to him before bed and we just knew it was going to keep him up all night. It didn’t – he went right to sleep. He’s better now though so hopefully they can both stay healthy for a while. Please, let them stay healthy.

On Sunday, we realized that taking a baby out in public brings out all the whackos. There are the normal people who make comments like “What a cute baby” or ask “How old?” And there are the people who probably mean well but make complete fools of themselves by making funny noises or faces, or talking to her in baby talk. Then there are those people who make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. We ran into two such people on Sunday. One was a waitress at the Cracker Barrel where we had breakfast. As she passed our table several times, she made it a point to stop once and say, “Oh, she is so adorable. I just want to snatch her up and take her home with me!” People, don’t make jokes like that with parents that you don’t know. It’s not cool. I felt pretty safe that she wasn’t going to abduct her right there from our table, but it still wasn’t funny, especially after hearing about that poor mom in Missouri that got her throat slashed and her newborn kidnapped last week. The second whacko was at Walmart. Hubby was holding the baby and this older man approached and started talking to her. I think he may have even grabbed her foot at one point. But he just went on and on talking about kids and his grandkids and I finally went over and started shopping and left the hubby standing there while the guy talked. I can’t even tell you what it was about him that gave me the creeps other than maybe it was the way he looked at her, as if she were a sweet morsel to eat. He may have been a perfectly lovely individual, but he really gave me the creeps and I usually trust my instincts when I have that feeling. After about 10 minutes I walked back to hubby and he told the guy, “Well, we’ve got to be going now.” The guy said, “Oh, ok. Thank you so much for sharing her with me.” Perhaps he was lonely and missing his grandkids, but it just didn’t set well with me. The world’s a messed-up place and you just can’t be too careful.

A funny thing happened at work this week. I was planning a reception for my coworker and this was kind of a big deal as my boss wanted it to be really nice, so I felt like it would be in my best interest to make sure everything was perfect. Plus we were expecting about 50 people including the head honcho of the institution where I work. I had everything all planned out days in advance, and the caterers got there about 15 minutes before the reception to set up. As they took the cake out of the box I said, “Um, that’s not the right cake.” It was supposed to be a half sheet cake with red and white decorations and say “Congratulations Daphne.” The cake they brought was a quarter sheet, decorated with blue roses, and said “Congratulations Najeeb.” I thought my boss was going to have a stroke, and then I selfishly started thinking, “I’ll bet he remembers this when it comes time for my annual evaluation.” Luckily the caterer was able to phone his boss who went and picked up the right cake and they had it set up a couple of minutes before the reception started, so in the end it all worked out. But now whenever Daphne calls me I say, “What’s up, Najeeb?”


Blogger KatyaR said...

Okay, why are we congratulating Daphne? You never tell me anything! :<)) And Dr. F showed up--this must be something spectacular!

8:05 PM  

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