"Quick, get the broccoli."
These are words I didn't expect to hear at 2 in the morning. Not even from my broccoli-obsessed husband. Yet, here they were hanging in the air, expecting a response of some sort.
I figured I had a few options, as I groggily attended to our fourth night-waking event.
A) Scream hysterically at him. "Broccoli? At 2 in the morning? Are you mad?"
B) Roll over and pretend I didn't hear him or the shrieking babe.
C) Dutifully go produce some broccoli for my husband and child.
I attempted all three...the first two to stave off the trek downstairs. But, it eventually became evident that Dave's request for frozen broccoli at now 2:45 a.m. wasn't going away. It seemed as if he believed that this would lessen Spence's teething pain.
The frozen broccoli materialized somehow and was quickly thrown under the bed, where I think it still lives.
Let it be known that broccoli will not be the Windex of this family--it is not a cure all.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Are you homeless?
I was reading my incomprehensible text while standing downtown and waiting for bus, knees knocking from the cold.
"Are you homeless?" The question invaded my space.
I looked up. I smiled at the man and shook my head.
"Oh, okay," he said and crossed the street.
I immediately did a body check. What was I wearing? How was I carrying myself?
And then it hit me. He was brilliant. With one question, he completely forced me to challenge my stereotypes and assumptions about homeless people. He interrupted my binary between us and them. I was forced to move beyond.
Now, I am getting up the courage to follow in his footsteps.
Except my question...Are you white?
"Are you homeless?" The question invaded my space.
I looked up. I smiled at the man and shook my head.
"Oh, okay," he said and crossed the street.
I immediately did a body check. What was I wearing? How was I carrying myself?
And then it hit me. He was brilliant. With one question, he completely forced me to challenge my stereotypes and assumptions about homeless people. He interrupted my binary between us and them. I was forced to move beyond.
Now, I am getting up the courage to follow in his footsteps.
Except my question...Are you white?
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Feel a Little Poke Coming Through...
Okay, grab your calculators. Here's a little math problem to get your minds working.
Question:
If two parents have one child with five teeth that are busting through on top (we are too tired to even consider the bottom jaw) and said child wakes up every hour for approximately fifteen minutes, how much sleep is the family getting?
Answer:
I am lucky that I am still able to string together sentences, let alone figure out the math problem.
Please don't post your answers. I am still attempting to live in denial.
Take note of the pearly white crescents poking through. Pray they make a full appearance soon.
Question:
If two parents have one child with five teeth that are busting through on top (we are too tired to even consider the bottom jaw) and said child wakes up every hour for approximately fifteen minutes, how much sleep is the family getting?
Answer:
I am lucky that I am still able to string together sentences, let alone figure out the math problem.
Please don't post your answers. I am still attempting to live in denial.
Take note of the pearly white crescents poking through. Pray they make a full appearance soon.
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