Live baby update: asleep.
Live Memphis update: asleep.
Meanwhile I'm frightfully awake and semi-dreading my wake up call by the dynamic duo. Of late, the two of them have learned to pool their respective powers to act as my personal alarm clock.
Every morning it's the same routine. As soon as the sun fully hits the living room, Memphis takes that as his cue to start mewing up a storm. The past several days this has been occurring around 8:40ish, a few wks ago it was closer to 9, and a little early before that, and so forth. The mewing is then followed by MisterMister (a/k/a Memphis) vigorously scratching and bumping against the bedroom door. The scratching itself is not so bad, but the bumping is rather, mmm, annoying to say the least. Fortunately, I usually keep the door open a crack in case the baby needs to sneak out in the middle of the night for any sinkle breaks, so on those mornings (when the door has not been shut) I'm spared thumping sounds from Memphis's insistent pawing. However, the downside to keeping the door cracked is that MisterMister is strong enough to push the door open in order to let himself into the bedroom. This wouldn't be bad if he's quiet, but of course he's not. Once he's in, he starts encircling the bed while singing his version of a wake-up call. Meanwhile, the baby, if she's in the room, will take this as the cue to rouse herself and begin jumping on my chest and abdomen while manically licking any surface area she may find -- hands, face, ears, etc. If she's out of the room, the baby will wait for Memphis to open the door for her and then proceed to do her jumping/licking routine. If I pretend to stay asleep, she'll rest herself on my chest while watching my face for any signs of movement. While the baby examines my face for any tell-tale signs, Memphis will either plant himself close enough to the bed so as to see any tell-tale movements but far enough so that he can still see my face, or he'll jump up to the bed and sit himself right next to my face. I really don't know how they got so stalk-y.
Anyway, all I can say is that they're lucky that I should be getting up regardless -- for now. I might have a different attitude in a few months given that sunrise will arrive earlier and earlier.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
B.R. 2/22/09
As predicted in the last baby report a barfy surprise awaited me for such is the life when living with animuls.
Although I have previously pointed out the baby's tendency to barf, it was Memphie who first breached the no-barf zone. Dunno what it was that triggered it. He looked normal enough. Sauntering out of the bedroom after breaky, Memphie calmly walked over to where the baby and I were playing on the carpet. Upon reaching us, he looked at me and then proceeded to throw up bits of his breaky. As luck would have it, he upchucked on his a portion of his string -- really nass to clean off vomit on a string, btw. I've said it before and I'll say it again, thank goodness for flor. Anyway, after beating the baby to the upchuck, I spirited the affected area to the bathroom for a quick wash.
Enn was not so lucky the following day when the baby proceeded to have her own little barf party. Evidently something wasn't quite right with the baby and she decided to barf all over the couch. I suppose it was rather it was a rather good stroke of luck that she managed to barf on her blanket. That, plus the covering I usually keep on the couch for such occasions, mitigated the damage from this sudden deluge. Still, a portion managed to seep through all that cotton and polyester so as to necessitate a trip to the laundry. It was a very good thing therefore that the laundry is but a few steps from the couch. Once again I prayed to the laundry gods and thanked them for gracing me with a washer and dryer in my apartment. I can't imagine living with the baby and Memphis w/o them. Hallelujah.
Although I have previously pointed out the baby's tendency to barf, it was Memphie who first breached the no-barf zone. Dunno what it was that triggered it. He looked normal enough. Sauntering out of the bedroom after breaky, Memphie calmly walked over to where the baby and I were playing on the carpet. Upon reaching us, he looked at me and then proceeded to throw up bits of his breaky. As luck would have it, he upchucked on his a portion of his string -- really nass to clean off vomit on a string, btw. I've said it before and I'll say it again, thank goodness for flor. Anyway, after beating the baby to the upchuck, I spirited the affected area to the bathroom for a quick wash.
Enn was not so lucky the following day when the baby proceeded to have her own little barf party. Evidently something wasn't quite right with the baby and she decided to barf all over the couch. I suppose it was rather it was a rather good stroke of luck that she managed to barf on her blanket. That, plus the covering I usually keep on the couch for such occasions, mitigated the damage from this sudden deluge. Still, a portion managed to seep through all that cotton and polyester so as to necessitate a trip to the laundry. It was a very good thing therefore that the laundry is but a few steps from the couch. Once again I prayed to the laundry gods and thanked them for gracing me with a washer and dryer in my apartment. I can't imagine living with the baby and Memphis w/o them. Hallelujah.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
B.R. 2/19/09 -- returning to schedule
Been a while, no?
The baby, Memphis, and I apologize for the horribly irregular postings of the last several weeks; and promise that beginning with this post we will be returning to a more regular schedule of the Baby Reports.
Since we last checked in with the baby and Memphis, the two of them have become fast friends, or at least friendlier frenemies. They're still not getting each other's body language, for ex. they'll be chasing each other when Memphis will roll over on his back and playfully paw at the air in front of the baby while the latter sits back and wonders why the former stopped playing their fun chasing game; but I think they're sorting it out. Every day consists of several games of "Chase" wherein they take turns chasing each other from room to room until one of them, usually Memphis, decides that he's had enough exercise for the time being. Occasionally, this will evolve into a less popular, though in no way less amusing game that I like to call "Imma smack your face" in which the baby repeatedly charges Memphis and then tries to jump away while he tries to smack her face.
Also, since we last checked in the baby had a brief flirtation with beef since free range chickum seemed impossible to locate at the local TJ's. No surprise she loved it -- as did Memphis. I can't tell who's greedier for meat, though unfortunately for Memphis he's no match for the baby in terms of stealth where food's involved -- she's faster, has a better nose for treats, and a way bigger mouth. Anyway, we're back to chickum now, which strangely is less fatty than beef. Once this batch of chickum runs its course I may try a different cut of beef or maybe fish so as to switch up the protein. I wonder if they can even tell the difference, or whether it's all just MEAT to them.
Speaking of protein, I've switched Memphis over to swheatscoop litter. What a difference. While it's not completely fume-less, it's definitely less dusty than the previous litter. Not to mention I feel much better inhaling wheat bits as opposed to clay. Also, wet clumps of swheat smells like dough which is comforting in a hearthy sort of way. The only downside to this new litter is that the baby seems to enjoy snacking on it and then throwing up bits of wheat hull. She hasn't done it this past week, but I'm just waiting.
Live baby update: Asleep in the laundry bin.
Live Memphis update: Passed the s out on the couch.
The baby, Memphis, and I apologize for the horribly irregular postings of the last several weeks; and promise that beginning with this post we will be returning to a more regular schedule of the Baby Reports.
Since we last checked in with the baby and Memphis, the two of them have become fast friends, or at least friendlier frenemies. They're still not getting each other's body language, for ex. they'll be chasing each other when Memphis will roll over on his back and playfully paw at the air in front of the baby while the latter sits back and wonders why the former stopped playing their fun chasing game; but I think they're sorting it out. Every day consists of several games of "Chase" wherein they take turns chasing each other from room to room until one of them, usually Memphis, decides that he's had enough exercise for the time being. Occasionally, this will evolve into a less popular, though in no way less amusing game that I like to call "Imma smack your face" in which the baby repeatedly charges Memphis and then tries to jump away while he tries to smack her face.
Also, since we last checked in the baby had a brief flirtation with beef since free range chickum seemed impossible to locate at the local TJ's. No surprise she loved it -- as did Memphis. I can't tell who's greedier for meat, though unfortunately for Memphis he's no match for the baby in terms of stealth where food's involved -- she's faster, has a better nose for treats, and a way bigger mouth. Anyway, we're back to chickum now, which strangely is less fatty than beef. Once this batch of chickum runs its course I may try a different cut of beef or maybe fish so as to switch up the protein. I wonder if they can even tell the difference, or whether it's all just MEAT to them.
Speaking of protein, I've switched Memphis over to swheatscoop litter. What a difference. While it's not completely fume-less, it's definitely less dusty than the previous litter. Not to mention I feel much better inhaling wheat bits as opposed to clay. Also, wet clumps of swheat smells like dough which is comforting in a hearthy sort of way. The only downside to this new litter is that the baby seems to enjoy snacking on it and then throwing up bits of wheat hull. She hasn't done it this past week, but I'm just waiting.
Live baby update: Asleep in the laundry bin.
Live Memphis update: Passed the s out on the couch.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Westminster '09
For events with a capital "E" it's always nice to know someone in the biz for an unique backstage look. Thanks to Ari, I was once again able to gain insider access to this year's Westminster. As everyone knows by now, the winner was a Sussex Spaniel named "Stump". Here's a pic of him getting ready to be judged -- little did he know that he was going to be swarmed (quite literally) by reporters within the hour:
However, what people don't know is that heavy money favorite going into Best in Show was the winner of the Toy Group. I'm glad that didn't come to pass. I saw Stump when he won his group, and although it was an unlikely choice, he definitely had that certain je ne sais quoi when one saw him strutting in the ring.
Anyway, although ticket sales and participation was down this year -- which btw, I was rather glad of cuz I did not miss the body-crushing masses from last year -- there wasn't a discernible difference in terms of the fervor of the crowds.
Here are some of my favs from the day:
However, what people don't know is that heavy money favorite going into Best in Show was the winner of the Toy Group. I'm glad that didn't come to pass. I saw Stump when he won his group, and although it was an unlikely choice, he definitely had that certain je ne sais quoi when one saw him strutting in the ring.
Anyway, although ticket sales and participation was down this year -- which btw, I was rather glad of cuz I did not miss the body-crushing masses from last year -- there wasn't a discernible difference in terms of the fervor of the crowds.
Here are some of my favs from the day:
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