Dentistry

My good and loving husband has been on my case to make dental appointments. Nothing fancy, just a cleaning and exam. Ugh. We went today. They cleaned my teeth. My teeth felt weird. I drank some Pepsi. Dousing them with sugar made my mouth feel normal again.

Pampers Rewards

After trying several brands of diapers, I have settled on the Pampers brand as one of the best fits for the baby.

Most brands of baby items have websites where you can register. The registration process allows you to recieve coupons and free smaples, making it worthwhile for the consumer.

Pampers also has the 'gifts to grow' program. You get a package of diapers & there is a code on the inside packaging. You enter the code on the website and voila, you rack up points for free stuff. While the free stuff is in no way near the price I'm spending per package of diapers, it's not a bad return for having to spend $.30 per diaper.

The only drawback has been that I have purchased a few packages of diapers that didn't have the proper codes added to the packaging. If they are offering an incentive to purchase thier product, that incentive better be there. Overall, a good idea to promote brand loyalty.

Petsmart Commercial

I know I don't have much of a readership, but if I never blog, it'll never grow right? Let me go ahead and throw up a few things I've been meaning to write about and haven't taken the time for:

Petsmart started a new marketing campaign. The commercial I saw had a small terrier with a large chew toy. There are several shots with the dog in different scenarios, always keeping the chew toy with him. Finally, the dog is asleep on the bed (of course with the toy) when a woman's hand enters the scene to throw the raggedy toy in the trash can. The final scene is the lady and the dog walking the beautifully lit aisles of Petsmart to get a new, clean chew toy.

While watching I notice that it seems like they are drawing some sort of parallel between the dog and a toddler with a beloved (if dirty) blankie.

Then the voiceover states "Petsmart:Everything a pet-parent needs."

WHAT?! A pet-parent?

What has society come to if marketing refers to pet owners as pet parents? I state for the record that I cannot and will not be a parent to anything that doesn't have an immortal soul, If it doesn't have an immortal soul, then it's something I own, not parent. As a parent, I'm offended.

Cherry Blossom Adventure

Last Wednesday, a week ago now, the baby and I went to go see the Cherry Blossoms in the Tidal Basin. We went with another baby and mommy friend.

Here is a shamelessly cute picture of the baby...


trying to grab a clump of cherry blossoms and wad them into her mouth. I let her chew on a grape instead...




while she put forth game effort, I don't think her heart was in it. She was perked up by this furry fellow...




Overall, I think a good time was had by all...




Save the brutally rebuffed.

My Mad Skillz

Humility can be defined as "being modest about one's accomplishments. " So why be humble and modest about our accomplishments?

If we were aware of just how good we are at something, then we know we really aren't that good. The last thing in the world we want to do is brag about how good we aren't at doing something. Humility is in fact self-preservation, to keep us from looking like jerks. A big part of humility and humbleness is being able to see ourselves accurately.

So with a humble heart, I will share with you just how good I am at at installing car seats for babies.

Something I actually said on AIM:
polskapolska: it wouldn't have been checked by a safety official, but i can usually install a latch car seat pretty well after a round of good cursing and finger smashing

Hot Friday Night

9:20 pm--Come home from the brother-in-law's house. Where I had dinner with his family.

9:21 pm--Unload the baby gear from the car.

9:26 pm--Unload the baby from the car.

9:27 pm--Put PJ's on.

9:30 pm--I nurse the baby to sleep. I fall asleep with her.

11:00 pm--I wake up to hearing the whistling sound of a fire cracker. Immediately followed by raucous laughter and voices. Annie startles awake too.

11:05 pm--The noise doesn't stop. I stumble downstairs to make a phone call to our local police department to report a noise violation. I also step out on my back deck to figure out where all the noise is coming from.

11:06 pm--It's a house party across from my backyard and the open area.

11:07 pm--I love the internet. Mapquest lets me make sure I have the street name correct and the phone number for the police department correct.

11:08 pm--I'm filing a noise complaint.

11:11 pm--After filing a noise complaint, I am still very much awake. Will read online to wind back down.

12:14 am--After reading the news online, catching up on emails and the like, I am still awake.

12:15 am--I hope the police showed up at that house party. Things seem pretty quiet. This lets me know that at least they ran out of firecrackers.

12:16 am--Baby notices she's alone and cries for Mommy. My cue to go.

Happy Birthday to Me

Last week was my birthday. I turned twenty-five, which, my husband helpfully pointed out, is halfway to over the hill. While I can't dispute that, I expect another full twenty-five years to get there. Meanwhile, he turns thirty in just a few months. Thirty seems like a bigger milestone to me. Most 25 yr olds I know are lucky if they are simultaneously in grad school and don't still have their heads up our shorts. By 30 though, our lives should have some direction, and we should no longer be flexible enough to still have our heads up our shorts. Another good friend of mine also turned 25 this week. Her opinion is that being another year older only brings us one year closer to the time of our natural death. Death didn't figure into my concept of age, but then again, shorts didn't figure into her concept of age either.

First Post on Blogger!

Well, I guess I should welcome myself to the blogging world! Or rather, rewelcome myself? I temporarily had a blog with Xanga. Only, I never blogged because I was very unsure about what would be appropriate to blog. Now, I'm still unsure about what's appropriate to blog, but I think it'll be fun. Bring on the bloggin' snafus!