Saturday, March 31, 2012

Skadi Well Child

She is healthy, happy and got a good lecture about her refusal to eat most fruits and vegetables. We are now four days later though and despite the lecture, there is no improvement in the child's fruit and vegie comsumption.

She is holding steady on the 50th percentile line where she has been solidly for the last three years.

At 5 years:
your child is 39.5 pounds, and that is
at the 48th percentile for weight.
your child is 42.5 inches, and that is
at the 49th percentile for height.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Happy Birthday Skadi!

Five? 5? Not four? Not three? 5? For reals, five?

How can it be?

Dear Skadi,

I remember five years ago walking the halls of the hospital - up and down, up and down, wondering when we were going to get to meet you. By that time, being my second baby, I felt I was an old pro at this. It was just a matter of time and I would have my baby in my arms. But the contractions weren't coming, nothing was moving, except that hand that seemed to be waving at us, giving us an ahead warning of your stubbornness.

I thought I knew it all, but as all babies are, you were different. You are different. You arrived at 1:59pm on March 23rd, 2007. I should have guessed - all prime numbers are in your birthday and time. As someone who loves numbers, this did not escape me.

Over the last few years you have grown and changed in such amazing ways. There are days I know exactly you are my daughter - like when you beg for a pedicure, want your hair braided and jump up and down with excitement when I announce it is gymnastics lessons night.  Other times I look at you and wonder where you may have come from - like when you scream at the top of your little lungs, sass the boys in your class (instead of shrinking in a corner like I did), tell your teacher where she can stick it (not literally, thank goodness) and beat your brother up while playing swords.

I look at you and occasionally see myself as a five year old. I remember the first day of kindergarten well and I hope yours is as magical this year as mine was.

You love to bake and cook and I know you got that from me, your grandma Barbara and your great great grandma Hanna. You are about the pickiest thing around and would live on Dinosaur nuggets if we let you. You don't like berries or stone fruit or pears, but love apples, oranges and bananas - I can't figure this out. You will eat them if they are dried though, so I am assuming it is a texture thing because I can officially say that you have never had a berry in your mouth.

Did I say stubborn? Yeah, that goes without saying.

You like everything pink, though purple and blue are alright too. You prefer that everything be "girl" and an effective marketing campaign to your type would be to mark everything with "Girl" in front of it. "Girl food", "Girl toothbrush", "Girl Hangers", "Girl Paper"...

Amazingly you do eat and enjoy broccoli and broccoli rabe. You seem to like canned carrots for some unknown reason. (Can I just say, nasty?) You like chicken tikka masala, rice, quesadillas, and of course we can't forget cheese pizza. Sweet tooth? Again, goes without saying.

You love Barbies and Princesses (Ariel is the best, followed by Tiana and Rapunzel). But you also like Legos and building. You really like art and your teacher has figured out that is an effective bribe - to threaten to take away art privileges. I only wish the threat worked because too often you end up losing those privileges.

Your best friends are Olivia, Maddie and Raquel. This coming year though you will switch schools and leave them behind. We went and registered you for kindergarten one day. You were so brave as we marched up to the school and filled out the hundreds of forms that are somewhat akin to buying a house. After we left we went for a Starbucks treat and you got a tear in your eye as you told me, "but I didn't even get to say goodbye to my Apple Tree friends". I felt so bad! Of course you were still going to be in Apple Tree for 6 months but your capacity for emotions always amazes me.

When you are asked what you want to be when you grow up it is something like a "mermaid princess". Personally I think you will be an amazing doctor or lawyer. Your teacher thinks you will excel as a fashion designer. Of course, maybe the mermaid princess thing will work out? You are an amazing little swimmer and gymnast.

Whatever it is, I know you have the capacity to succeed. When I tell you that I love you, you always reply, "I love you more". I assure you that you don't, though I can tell you never believe me.

I love you more Skadi Jeanne.

Love, Mom

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Does it seem like...

I only ever pop in to say I am still here? It seems like it to me. I have a list of blog topics on my phone and seriously no time to address them. I have fallen out of the habit. And the blog topics start seeming old.

Busy? You have no idea. In fact, I am not even going to blog about that because I am not sure even where to start. Suffice it to say I have never been busier in my whole life on both the personal and work front.

So I am going to do a big catch up and hit (briefly) a number of topics on my "To Blog About" list. Ok?

Skadi: "Mommy, my taste bugs like that food!"


Skadi: "Mom, my two head hurts."

Me: "I am sorry to hear that." (Loving that she still calls her forehead a two head.)

Skadi: "When I get older I will have a three head, won't I mom?"

Me: "Yes, Skadi, you probably will have a three head someday."


Overheard at Gymnastics the Other Day.

Lady #1: "Oh, you go to the Court Club? I can't stand that place, they put chemicals in their pool designed to disintigrate your swimming suits so you are forced to buy new suits all the time."

Lady #2: "Oh I don't think so, they add chlorine like everywhere else to keep it clean."

Lady #1: "Oh no, we are in the process of canceling our membership because of this swimsuit thing. I am so tired of the kids' suits becoming thin and wearing out."

Lady #2: "Well that happens if you don't rinse out the suits after visiting any pool unless the water isn't treated, and I don't think I would want to swim in a public pool that wasn't treated."

Lady #1: "No, I tell you, they add extra chemicals!"

Lady #2 (I love her): "Yeah, sounds like you should probably cancel your membership and go somewhere else."


Read on when looking for laser pointers.

"The buyer should beware, thisset of laser pointers comes with a so called extra 'UV light' and you need to know that the UV light does NOT work to play with cats. Do not buy this item."


One of my biggest annoyances when I was a kid was when those older men would walk by and say to me, "Smile!" I despised that. I don't know why. But why was it expected that I should smile at them?

So the other day Skadi and I were at Starbucks and she was sitting at a table waiting for me. An older man walked by and I heard the words come out of his mouth, "Smile cutey!"

Daggers shot from my eyes. As a kid I obliged while rolling my eyes in my imagination. As an adult? Daggers. Don't tell my daughter to smile.

Ok, maybe it is a bit irrational.


Dear Insurance Company,

Thanks for timing it so that the reminder that I am now due for my first mammogram actually appear on my 40th birthday. Much appreciated.



And this one? JUST happened.

*Ding Dong*

Me: "Pizza's here guys!" Hurry to the door.

Pizza Delivery Guy who looks a whole lot like Napolean Dynamite: "Looks like you could use some spring cleaning in that pond in the yard!"

Tip? Very little.

Time to go eat dinner... Later!