Throwing In the Towel
I think I mentioned this before, but for the last few weeks, Rolo has been on a veggie strike. Or so I thought. Some days he's slightly more tolerant, refusing them for a couple of minutes before surrendering. Other days, however, he just cries inconsolably, completely refusing each offering I give him. Green beans? Carrots? Mixed garden vegetables? Some days I wind up with three opened but uneaten containers that will eventually just be thrown in the trash. On those days I surrender and open some pears and all is right in the world again. Sweet potatoes are usually the only vegetable he'll eat without a problem.
Thinking this was perhaps a boredom thing, or a texture thing, I tried cooking vegetables for Rolo; steaming carrots and peas, baking sweet potatoes. All these efforts were met with severe resistence and wound up also in the trash (doubly frustrated that he refused a real, albeit mashed, sweet potato since he will actually eat that from a jar).
He can't exist entirely on fruit--we haven't introduced meat yet. I began to worry, but not too much, because he has a veggie at lunch every day at daycare, assuming the teachers are correctly documenting that he's eating. His teacher mentioned a week or two ago that Rolo was giving her a hard time at meals, crying, etc, which is what he was doing for me. So I asked her today and she said that just lasted a couple of days and that he's been eating his vegetables just fine for her.
Oh, well
excuse me, Mr. Rolo. Does something about the way I serve them offend you? Have you not appreciated my homemade offerings? Would you like Miss Adrienne to move into our house and serve you all your meals?
Yeah, so apparently, it's just me, because I found out that he ate veggies okay for my mother in law recently too. So I'm giving up for now. I'm tired of fighting with him about it (and it is a fight, complete with screaming and food flinging). It'll be fruit for dinner for the foreseeable future. In a couple of years, I'll be the parent I swore I'd never be, serving my kid a diet exclusively of chicken nuggets and pop tarts because "that's all he'll eat."
We'll see if I can persuade him to eat some carrots, or green beans or whatever at lunch on Saturday and Sunday. If not, it'll be a mostly fruit weekend. I say "mostly" because we're introducing meat this weekend--chicken and sweet potato in a jar (bleck)!
In other news, he hasn't randomly vomited in well over a week, so I am thankful for that.
Labels: Rolo, winter of my discontent
Sicko
Doesn't
this story make you want to throw up? It makes me want to throw up. I mean it's like the biggest smörgåsbord of wrong things I think I've ever read: rape, incest, betrayal, kidnapping, infedility, neglect, mishandling a corpse, child abuse, you name it.
I talk about vomit a lot these days, don't I?
Labels: society
Walking
Thank you to those who donated to the March of Dimes walk. The rain held out, and although it's heavily debated whether the walk was, in fact, five miles, we all felt like we got a work out. Among the team walkers were my best friend and Ron's best friend and I think that speaks to the kind of people we are lucky to have around us.
Going back to June 2006....they didn't have a private room for us, so when Matthew was taken off life support, the nurses closed the curtains around his crib for privacy and clipped a picture of a white flower on a black background to the curtains so we wouldn't be disturbed. Or rather, so those who were entering the area would
know and would employ Sensitivity and Compassion.
One of his doctors, the one I regularly mocked because he used long pauses when he spoke and it drove me crazy and also, I mocked him because we needed something to laugh at, he came into our area that morning and he said to my sister-in-law, slowly, "It was a privilege taking care of Matthew." And I loved him in that moment because you could tell he
did think it was a privilege and that sounded so much more sincere than the usual "I'm sorry for your loss."
It was a privilege walking on Saturday.
Labels: baby, friends, Living
An Open Letter
Dear Pampers,
I've been using your products since my son was born and just recently started buying him size 3 diapers. He's not yet nine months old. However, I couldn't help but notice that instead of
baby versions of Sesame Street characters (which are cute) that were on size 1 and size 2, size 3 has the
regular characters. Is this to indicate that he is now a big boy? Considering he will be in diapers for at least the next year and a half, I don't think it's too much to ask to leave baby characters on the diapers just a little bit freaking longer.
Screw you,
DJ Heavy
P.S. Regular Elmo is ugly.
Labels: baby, not the mama
It Really Hurts My Eyes
So a couple of months back, I
posted about some elderly folks of Asian descent that "work out" in the park every morning. Well now that the warmer weather is here, they've taken off their coats and oh. my. God.
What the hell are these people wearing?
Yesterday one woman was wearing black and white zebra-striped parachute pants (think Hammer-Time) with a patterned teal
velour short sleeved button-down shirt and a red nylon baseball hat. Today it was bright blue and hot pink floral button-down shirt, black pants with red leaves on them, and a bright yellow baseball cap.
Everything, positively everything, head-to-toe clashes on every level. The colors
and the patterns, they all clash. And they're not even work out clothes, they're regular everyday clothes. Some even appear to be some sort of synthetic silk blouses.
I think they are trying to kill me. I look at those outfits and I die a little inside.
Labels: society, style
On Being an Awesome Parent
This morning I allowed the baby to chew on a pair of my yoga pants for about 10 minutes simply because it allowed me to finish getting ready in peace
Labels: On
Lack of Foresight
So I just went to the podiatrist and oh, it was not good. I don't care to get into the details and believe me, you don't want to read about them. It involved novacaine and lots of guaze and consequently, I need to wear sneakers for the next 3 weeks. Which will make every outfit I own look that much better. I can't wait to show up at parties wearing a skirt and New Balance.
Also, I have a 5 mile walk this weekend? So, yeah, a bum foot should be awesome.
Labels: i like stories, winter of my discontent
Spring, Glorious Spring
This past weekend, we spent a good deal of time outside, specifically mealtimes. On Friday, since the weather was nice, we wanted to eat outside at one of our old haunts in Rittenhouse. When we got to
Chaucer's, all the outside tables were taken and Rolo was showing an increasing demand for food, so we walked on to the
Ten Stone. Unfortunately, the outdoor tables there were also occupied and while I would have been happy to wait for one, there was no where to easily wait for one with a stroller. And Rolo was about to have a meltdown if we didn't feed him.
So we took a table inside, but because all the windows were open (sans screens), you almost felt like you were outside. We quickly fed Rolo, ordered Coronas, and appetizers. They had updated their menu since we'd last been there and we decided to try the three cheese risotto fritters. They looked a lot like mozzarella sticks, but so much better. Probably not the best choice on a hot day, but they are seriously scrumptious. For dinner, Ron got the chicken brie melt and I decided on the tuna melt which was a special. Ron really liked his sandwich, and there was BACON on the tuna melt and we are firm believers that bacon makes everything better. About halfway through my melt, Ron pointed out that it was tuna steak, not tuna salad I was eating (tuna salad being one of the only "seafoods" I eat). Whatever, it was good.
The service at Ten Stone is always alittle spotty, but it's a good place for a beer and some pub style food (but like good, high class pub food--they have duck sandwiches for Christ's sake). Rolo was perfectly content to sit in his stroller and watch all the action.
On Saturday, my brother and his fiancee came to visit and after strolling around the city we wound up at an outside table at
Continental. My brother and his lady got some espresso martinis and honestly such a concoction would not have occurred to me at 4pm, while sitting outside in the sun. But they loved them, and I loved my pomegranate margarita. The food at Continental is always pretty good. My favorites are the BBQ chicken quesadillas and the Szechuan shoestring fries. Ron had Thai chicken skewers with a peanut sauce that he really enjoyed.
We fed him while we were there, but again, Rolo was perfectly content to sit outside in his stroller while we ate (I must capitalize on this while it lasts). In fact, since it was so warm, I didn't have socks or shoes on Rolo, who spent some of the meal loudly sucking on his toes. Try not laughing at that. The people at the table next to us were.
Labels: food, Rolo
The Perceptiveness of Children
One other thing just popped into my head from that period of time when Matthew was alive. I can't believe I didn't think to put it in my previous post, because I'm sure it's one of those moments that will always stay with me.
We stayed over Ron's other sister's house the night before Matthew's funeral. Ron's one niece, who is my favorite even though you're not supposed to have favorites, was two and a half at the time. We all woke up early and she was esctatic to see me, there in her house so early in the day. She jumped into my arms, as she tended to do. I spoke with her and her mother, Ron's sister, for a few minutes. Then I explained to my niece that I needed to put her down, because I had to take a shower so I could leave soon. And she said, in her little baby voice, "You're going to the hospital?" It struck me that she already comprehended how often just about everyone she knew was going to the hospital. I wasn't sure what to say, and I wasn't sure how much her mother had told her about death, so I just said, "No, baby, I'm not going to the hospital." She looked at me, very seriously, and I swear that child has the biggest brown eyes you ever saw. And she said, with more understanding than I would have credited a child of not even three years with, "Because Baby Matthew is in heaven now?"
I told her she was right, hugged her and cried into her hair.
Labels: baby
Yo Baby
I'm a big yogurt fan and have it several times a week. I had planned on using
yogurt as a healthy baby snack. I'm kinda bummed that Rolo can't have yogurt.
Labels: Rolo
Mighty Matt
As most of you reading know, Ron's sister had a baby in June 2006 who was born prematurely and with significant birth defects. He passed away two weeks later. His name was Matthew, but his nickname was Mighty Matt. You can read about him
here and
here. I still think of Matthew regularly. Lately though, because of the March for Babies walk that I'm participating in, and also because I've gotten to reading some
blogs of women who have lost babies, I've been thinking about him more often.
There are some images and moments I don't think I'll ever forget. My friend
Christy knit Matthew two teeny, tiny hats, one blue and one red. They were the only articles of clothing he ever had. He was buried with the blue one; the other he never got to wear. He passed away the morning that he did because his mother made the decision to take him off of life support. Even if you know your child is going to die, I can only imagine how heart-wrenching it is to have to decide when to do that. I knew then how awful it was, what my sister-in-law was going through, but I have a whole new perspective on it now.
The thing about Matthew is that he started to unravel the last bit of protection that I had inadvertently built around my heart. After he passed away, I knew, albeit blind faith, that I was capable of loving a child beyond measure. Because of Matthew, I think Rolo has a better mother. No matter how frustrating having a child can be at times, I am constantly reminded of, and thankful for, how lucky I am. Having Rolo has resulted my heart being totally worn upon my sleeve. I can empathize and feel things I wasn't capable of before. The downside is that this sometimes means I'm a weepy mess. The plus side is that I've developed into a fuller human being. And I think Matthew really started that. He wedged himself into a place in my heart and he's lived there ever since. Sometimes when I'm playing with Rolo, I hope he's watching over us.
So this weekend, I'm going to
March for Babies, sponsored by the March of Dimes. My sister-in-law put together a team called "Mighty Matt". It's going to be a good day.
Labels: baby
Oh Canada
Well, well, well, looks like
Canada is banning that BPA stuff. Maybe the U.S. will follow suit.
Not likely, but maybe.
Labels: hippie-dippy
The Banana Nazi
Today, Rolo and I are enjoying a nice, quiet day home by ourselves. While he naps, I've been attacking the cave that was once our bedroom. Somehow over the winter that room managed to collect every piece of junk we didn't know what to do with and today, it's all about purging and spring cleaning.
Rolo has also developed an aversion to most vegetables. I think partially this is because he's bored with his food and partially because he's realizing he has the option to refuse something he doesn't like. At any rate, after a battle involving mixed vegetables (in which I was victorious, I might add), I decided to feed Rolo little pieces of a banana I was eating. I had tried this weeks ago and he was all like, BLECK, what the hell is this? Even though he loves baby food bananas. I attributed this refusal of a food that he otherwise loves to the lumpier texture.
Today, though, whole different story. Even though he had already had a carton of mixed veggies and part of a container of green beans, which should have filled him entirely, he couldn't get enough of the banana pieces. I was trying to break off tiny pieces and mush them a bit before giving them to him and this took several seconds. Which, from the sounds of protest coming from Rolo's mouth, was entirely too long.
Labels: i like stories, Rolo
White People
I find
this post, and some others on this blog, pretty hysterical.
Labels: society
15 Months Pregnant
Why do I feel like Nicole Kidman announced she was pregnant about 4 months ago, and yet there is
nary a curve on her body? I wouldn't even guess she was pregnant.
Dirty Old Men
You know, I feel really badly for
the women and children involved in this polygamy situation in Texas. They seem so...innocent. Regardless of what life is like in the compound, they've got to be terrified of what's going on now, all these outsiders just taking their children away.
I'm kind of surprised that as many of the women have opted to be interviewed. Lord knows they all look and sound like drones, which sort of wigs me out, but it still surprises me that they'd agree to be on TV. Which I'm sure is evil, right?
Anyway, of course, if there is rampant sex abuse going on, it's got to be addressed, but what's so wrong with polygamy anyway? I know, I know, the argument can be made that many of these women aren't given choice who they are going to marry and that they are brainwashed and/or beaten, and are forced to marry when they are still children. But just as a concept, assuming all parties are legal and willing participants, why should we care if a man marries two women? Or eight? I know the real issue in this particular case is the girls who are being forced to marry, but it just got me thinking about polygamy in general I guess.
Labels: society
Not That It Matters
Somehow, I missed last night's debate entirely. I'm not sure how this happened, as I had planned on watching it, and I had even been reminded of it late yesterday afternoon, when a swarm of helicopters and motorcades were surrounding the area near Rolo's daycare, which is a block away from where the debate was taking place.
Not that it matters. I can't vote for a candidate in the Democratic primary anyway, so I'm in the strange position (at least for me) of having to wait and see who is selected and THEN having to pay attention their politics. I can be for or against either candidate right now, and it doesn't really matter for my purposes until the presidential election.
Maybe I should register as an independent.
What I do know, is that Hillary is in some real trouble. I thought there would be a good number of women who would vote for her, not only because they might agree with her politics, but also
because she's a woman. Oh, don't roll your eyes at me. Anyone who argues that there isn't a sect of people who vote for a candidate that they identify with based on gender or race is either dillusional or looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. Anyway, a lot of women I've spoken with, ones who were previously pro-Hillary, are now....unsure. They really want to jump on the Obama train. This is not a good sign.
She doesn't even bother me as much as she used to.
Labels: society
Skies
As I was walking to work today, I noticed that the sky was the most brilliant shade of sky, without a cloud to be seen. The same as my wedding day. I think that whenever I see that cloudless, crisp blue I will always think of that day and smile.
Labels: i like stories, random
Currently Reading
Adam Duritz's
blog. I love the man's lyrics so I guess it's not surprising that I'm in love with his other writing.
Labels: music
Hi! More With Vomit
So I haven't been posting much lately, right? Yeah, that's because Rolo is totally giving me a run for my money.
On Wednesday, daycare called and asked that he be picked up early because of the vomiting. They also ask that a vomiting child not return until they've been vomit-free for 24 hours. I get this. You don't want sick kids at school, infecting everyone.
So I picked Rolo up and worked from home Thursday. He vomited again Thursday morning, so I stayed home again Friday, just as a precaution. He was fine all weekend, although not eating as much. Figuring this was a virus he was getting over, this didn't concern me. Monday morning, we went back to daycare and by Monday afternoon, I got another call to pick him up again since he was (again) vomiting. And also that he couldn't return for at least another 24 hours. I was about having a nervous breakdown that I'd be home from work again for the third time in 4 days. I was also totally confused about a virus that essentially took three days off. Do viruses work that way?
No, no they do not.
Rolo happened to have a follow-up appointment with his allergist last night, his allergist who will be known henceforth as Dr. Crackpot. Dr. Crackpot is Ron's family's allergist. They all swear by him and it seems like he knows what he's doing, but I swear I think demensia is starting to settle in. Following what he's saying is not easy.
Anyway, in the back of our minds, Ron and I had wondered about whether all this vomiting could be allergy related. Dr. Crackpot's working theory right now is (see if you can follow this) that Rolo has seasonal allergies which are causing post-nasal drip which is aggravating his acid reflux, causing him to vomit.
Try telling that to day care.
I have a note from the allergist explaining that Rolo is not viral, nor contagious and I also have a supply of Zyrtec which may help clear up the seasonal allergies and therefore indirectly, eliminate the vomiting. Whatever, my kid is going to wind up getting expelled. Because I'm going to have start refusing to pick him up each time he pukes. Either that, or start looking for another job where they don't care whether I actually show up.
I'm not totally sold on Dr. Crackpot's allergy theory. For one, Rolo is still and increasingly so, refusing to eat solids. Perhaps it is that his reflux is bothering him and he's starting to associate eating with not feeling well. But I really don't know that he has that level of comprehension yet. And he's cranky. Probably because he's hungry. Ron, who is a sound judge of medicinal diagnosis seems to agree with Dr. Crackpot. If the hunger strike continues much longer I'll have to bring him to see the regular pediatrican. Also, if he pukes again tomorrow at daycare, I'm going to jump off the top of my office building.
In the meantime, for reasons I can't imagine why, the gray hair on my head seems to be multiplying at an alarming rate.
Labels: Rolo, winter of my discontent
Sick, Part 432
Well it turns out the crankiness was actually foreshadowing sickness. I've been working from home the last two days because Rolo wasn't able to go to daycare. They called me Wednesday to pick him up early, since he was puking everywhere.
I think he's feeling better today and we've been vomit-free for 24 hours now.
Mute
Rolo, who is, as I've mentioned, an exceptionally good-natured baby, has been on a bender the last couple of days. He was sick over the weekend, but seemed better by Sunday night. Even when he's sick, he's remarkably happy. But since Monday morning he's been cranky in the mornings and evenings (his teachers seem to think he's been "okay" during the day). At any rate, he's flat-out refused to eat dinner the last two nights and he has never refused solids, even when he's been sick. Plus, he's just....not himself. One minute he seems fine, the next he's screaming, the next he's laughing...and then whining. I don't feel any teeth coming in and he's not running a temperature. So I'm not sure what his issue is. It's like he's caught some kind of bipolar disorder.
One possibility that we're entertaining is that he may be allergic to his hypoallergenic formula. Apparently, lots of kids with milk allergies are, and need to be put on the prescription stuff. In Rolo's case though, since I'm still not convinced he has a soy allergy, the answer could be just switching him back to soy formula, something I'd love to be able to do anyway. But we have an appointment with our crackpot allergist on Monday and I'm sure he'll advise doing more testing for a soy allergy before trying the soy formula again.
The other weird things going on with Rolo is random vomiting. Over the last 3 weeks, he's puked about 6 times, mostly after eating solids. There's no pattern to which food it is and it's all stuff he's eaten before without a problem. So I don't think this is related to a food allergy. He just coughs...and then sometimes pukes. Although not every time he coughs, so it's like this cool guessing game. He starts to cough and Ron and I start to prepare for regurgatation, which may or may not come. Rolo always recovers quickly, looks around like "what was that?" and then goes back to playing. It barely phases him.
As per usual, I caught whatever Rolo had over the weekend, only three times as bad. I woke up with laryngitis this morning to boot, and then after giving Rolo a bottle, he brought it all back up all over me. And the couch. So yeah, it's been an awesome day.
Actually, today wasn't that bad. I mean I do want to get the random vomiting solved (oh because while formula vomit is gross enough, at least it's a "baby thing". Solid food vomiting is a whole other ballgame; I feel like I'm tending to a hungover frat boy), but what I'd really like is to have my baby with the sunny disposition back. I've realized how spoiled I am. Some people have babies who cry all the time. Mine goes on a two day cranky spell and I'm beside myself on what to do.
Labels: Rolo, winter of my discontent
Daydream Believer
Over the weekend, because our lameness has reached all new levels, Ron and I were searching through movies on Comcast's OnDemand, which let tell you, has tons of movies that nobody wants to watch. Anyway, we wound up finding a series of old episodes of The Monkees. Little known fact about me: huge Monkees fan. Specifically when I was about 10, 11 and the show was in reruns over the summer. I made my dad take me to a concert in 1986.
Anyway, turns out Ron was a fan back in the day as well, and he TOO went to a Monkees concert. Is it kismet that we wound up together? I think so.
So there we are watching the Monkees and I start recalling the obsession I had with Davy Jones, their lead "singer". Eleven year old me was totally in love with him. Even though at the time, he was like 45. I was in love with the 20 year old version of him from the show.
But as cute as Davy is, he's not a tall man. And then I thought, isn't that funny! When I was 11 I was in love with a short man and then! Then I wound up marrying one! Funny!
But then, THEN I realized it went even further than that. Here is my husband:
Ignore the crappy photo quality.
Here is Davy Jones*:
*courtesy of www.davyjones.net.
Similar, no? Okay, maybe it's hard tell in the photos, but watching the Monkees Saturday night, I realized. I realized I married my own Davy Jones.
Labels: Living, music
Feeling Accomplished
This morning, I stopped my kid from eating his own snot. Seriously, am I AWESOME at this parenting thing or what?
Labels: baby, i like stories
Concert
Can I tell you how much
this excites me? It excites me very much. I am a crazy Counting Crows fan (did you know that about me? The URL address of this blog is taken from a title of one of their songs) and would go just to see them. But that there is Maroon 5 and Sarah Barielles is just gravy.
I haven't been to a concert in years. I don't even remember when the last one was. I think I need to go to this one.
Labels: i like stories, music
8 Months
Rolo turned 8 months old on Tuesday and the last 4 weeks have been an explosion of new things. First, he started holding his own bottle. Then he starting rolling (damn it!). Then he started using consonants and he's got "ga-ga", "ba-ba" and "da-da" down pat, although he doesn't associate any meaning to any of these sounds. He's mastered sitting on his own, too. Well, he can't actually get into a seated position on his own, but once he's there, he sits like a champ.
He's long way off from crawling, and he's nowhere near pulling up on things. I can't say I'm worried that he's not the first to do things in his age group, but I am hoping he's not the last.
I started doing sign language with Rolo this month, which is to say that I do the signs and Rolo laughs at me. It'll be months before he really gets what I'm doing and time will tell if I stick with it.
Rolo gives big, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses upon request. He's been doing that the last couple of months secretly I'm pleased that he picked up on this so quickly, like maybe it's a testiment to how loved he feels. Although, he participates in "rough love". When he wants to kiss you, he grabs big chunks on skin on your face, or he grabs your ears or hair and pulls your head towards his, instead of bringing his to yours.
It's nearly impossible to read him a story these days, because he insists on closing the book. Or trying very hard to rip the pages out. So we've been reading exclusively board books and re-opening them every 30 seconds.
This past month, we celebrated both St. Patrick's Day and Easter. I've turned into the crazy mother at day care who has her baby in holiday related outfits for a full week. Having a kid makes every holiday more fun. My parents arranged an Easter egg hunt around their house. For a seven month old.
In February, as we transitioned from breastmilk (hey, look at that! I don't talk about my boobs anymore!) to soy formula, Rolo had this weird period of puking and on a whim I tried milk-based formula. After half an ounce, he started vomiting and then broke out into hives, huge welts on his face and neck. We made an appointment with an allergist and a couple of weeks ago we learned that Rolo is very allergic to milk and eggs. He won't get retested until he's two and hopefully, he'll outgrow it, but in the meantime, it means no milk or eggs, even as ingredients. Which means I've got to get good at some non-dairy baking.
Despite the fact that I complain too frequently about Rolo's 4am baby babble, or his rolling over in the middle of the night or his puking, the truth is I do that mainly because it's better fodder for a blog. Sure, sometimes motherhood is trying, but I've honestly been blessed with a most excellent baby. He's got a great disposition and I suspect that God took pity on me, giving me an easy one so that I would entertain having another one day. We'll see. But what I can say is that this little guy steals my heart every day.
Labels: Rolo
So Far
Random bits of baby stuff I've learned so far:
1. Diapers leak more when babies sleep on their stomachs (sigh, mandatory note: I know babies are not supposed to sleep on their stomachs, until they are able to roll their themselves, which mine does).
2. Baby clothes sizes, much like women's clothes, vary greatly depending on the brand. For many, you will see 0-3 months, 3-6 months, 6-9 months, 9-12 months, and then it moves to 6 month increments from there for a year, until "2T" when 1 year increments start up. However, GAP and Old Navy move to 6 month increments at 6 months, so it goes from 3-6months to 6-12 months. Carter's only labels theirs: NB, 3 months, 6 months, 9 months, 12 months. The important thing to note with Carter's sizing is that the size indicates the older end of the range, so 6 months is really 3-6 months, 9 months is really 6-9 months. Old Navy sizes run really small and everything shrinks. Just to give you perspective, Rolo, who is 8 months old, wears a 12-18 month size in Old Navy.
3. Always, always pack an extra baby outfit, including an undershirt.
4. Surprisingly, men are particularly intrigued by the Bugaboo.
5. The moment you give birth, people will start asking when you're going to have another one and it's totally acceptable to whip an M16 and shoot them.
6.Formula is pretty gross.
7. Breastfeeding + no allergies = not true
8. Have the food ready
before putting the baby in the highchair.
9. Unless it's leather, stain protectant on your upholstered furniture is an excellent investment.
10. Fasten all bibs before washing them. Most are velcro and rip apart everything else in the wash.
Labels: baby
Huh
I guess I'm not really surprised that
this didn't receive more press. If the races had been reversed,
that would be big news.
But I get what he was trying to do.
Labels: society
Beyond Awesome
If the
rumors are true,
NKOTB are coming back! I'm grabbing my sleeping bag and camping out for tickets!
Labels: random, society
