By kenny friedman on Sunday, December 19, 2010
By kenny friedman on Thursday, December 16, 2010
Kids are funny when they play with their pets and Miloh's no exception.
There's of course the awesome video of the moment he and our dog Kalli truly bonded for the first time.
There relationship changes by the day. It's usually great as he feeds her as he's being fed...except we're trying to stop that now. Every once in a while it will go sour when Miloh tries to climb her while she sleeps, but they end out making up with some smooches and licks.
And if the leash is every left out Miloh will sit by the door and hold it up hoping to be able to take Kalli for a walk...he'll have to figure out the walking part before that really works.
Then there is Zoggs our cat. He's a kitten type cat who always wants attention...yet when a 10 month old is chasing him he gets a bit squirrelly. When Miloh's able to catch him Zoggs will be manhandled a bit but he gets away when he wants.
And finally there's Random. Aptly named you never really know what she'll do. She's a loaner 99 percent of the time...the other one she'll get super loving in almost an annoying way.
Well Random was getting old, we realized she was blind (so cliche) and wasn't able to get around much.
That was great for Miloh. He was finally able to have a pet he could really snuggle with. One he could cuddle and lay on. One who couldn't get away.
That all changed today...we had to put Random down...it was time and she was going a bit wacko.
It's the first time Miloh had a pet die, but he'll never remember.
So yeah...there's a little less randomness in the world...but it's for the best.
Over a month ago I did my first book report for this blog and said I'd do some periodic reports on books that I feel miss the mark a bit for one reason or another. Perhaps they have run on sentences, innapropriate material or are have mistakes.
Well time flies... and here's the second installment, which is really the first because the original post was a good book.
The book I did a report on is called The Icky Bug Counting Book by Jerry Pallotta and illustrated by his bestest friend in the world Ralph Masiello.
The Icky Bug book is about icky bugs. It has icky bugs in it and it has numbers too...
Damn I loved those kind of book reports.
We don't own this book so I won't say it's the most thorough report but what do you expect...it's like 32 pages and that's a lot.
Anyway it starts out all cute, and with number one which is a fantastic place to start a counting book.
|Do not count the dead grasshopper.|
Yeah I've been sick lately and not writing posts... but that will change shortly.
I try to keep my work stuff separate from this site, but in this project Miloh makes a cameo–not the one in the pic above.
Head over to Flakeover.com, the website my company made for the holidays. A lot of good people spent time on it so I hope you enjoy and share with friends. Enjoy
By kenny friedman on Tuesday, December 07, 2010
I never really understood the phrase "Sick as a Dog." Using the Google and going to the number one ranked page I found out that it was first used in the 1700s but no one really knows why it is used that way. So I'll just say I'm sick as a dog who has a horrible cold.
I got said cold from MF. He hit the milestone of being sick for the first time.
Little dude got sick Friday night and the only way to get him to stop crying and sleep was to sleep next to him. He needed to be touching one of us to feel comfortable. Really it's pretty common and we would have had him in our bed if we weren't 100% sure he would crawl over one of us and off the bed.
So there I slept on the floor next to his floor bed...essentially making it a bed floor for both of us, he needed to curl up next to me.
Every 45 minutes or so I would be awakened by being kicked in the head, crawled over or having a toy thrown at my feet. He'd wake and get antsy and since we had this stupid idea of no crib he's able to do whatever he wants in the room...sometimes it backfires.
Well, and here's where the physics come in, when morning came I had a huge neck/headache from sleeping on the floor and getting very little sleep: action > reaction.
Yada yada yada, he was sniffly all weekend and wasn't sleeping well. I was wiping copious amounts of snot off on my hand or sleeve then onto my jeans...I'll wash them soon...but I didn't mind.
That's a huge shift for me, I hated snotty kids...I mean let's get real a child with snot just running down their nose is just plain disgusting. But when it's your kid it's different, it's a combination of cute and super sad...like ____ (pretend I came up with a good analogy even though I can't because I'm too sick to come up with something good. I was thinking a movie that was cute and sad but nothing came to mind.)
So there I am wiping all the snot off of him, or maybe 50% of the snot with Staci getting the other half, when a tiny little cold germ decides to look for a new home and come into me.
Miloh got me sick: action > reaction.
And this made me feel more sympathetic to him, because I probably have what he had, and it started off brutal.
Then as I was sweating out whatever he passed on to me I thought about how he'd be when sick. Will he be like me or Staci.
Staci goes from 0-60 immediately. She's never just a little sick...in fact she always says whatever she has is the "worst". So each cold is worse than the next if you think about it. I kid her about it a lot because it's kind of funny...well it is if you're not the one who has the "worst" sinus headache ever. But she's good at fighting whatever she has out fast.
I on the other hand don't often get sick. Maybe twice a year. I get the start of colds and such but I can usually get rid of them before they start...my theory is that I've taken so few antibiotics (because I'm the typical guy who won't go to the doctor unless I'm dying) that my body can handle everything.
But when I get sick I get really sick, and that's when my feet start hurting. I do this odd thing when I'm sick where I walk weirdly on my feet so my ankles hurt, because if my ankles hurt it makes me forget the pain of whatever I have. I know it's odd but it's subconscious and I've been doing it for as long as I can remember...it's my defense mechanism.
So will MF rarely get sick yet when he does will he screw his feet up so much that it's painful to walk for days? Or will he get sick more often and go from 0-60 but get rid of the sickness fast? Or will it be a combo?
From this cold it looks like it could be a combo. He was really sick for two nights but we helped kick it out fast. But now his runny nose lingers.
But if he could talk he could honestly say it is the "worst" cold he's ever had.
By kenny friedman on Thursday, December 02, 2010
I thought I'd get a little serious today.
People often say that Miloh's cute...and I don't think it's the bullshit "oh, he's so cute" thing you say to a friend with an ugly kid just because it would be horrible to say a kid was ugly.* I do think he's cute, in a objective, and subjective, way.
But I actually figured out why he's cute and this is what this post is about.
You seen he has a small head. At one time he was at 25% head size...he's now at 5%. This makes him look like a tiny version of an older kid.
But it also makes him a Pea-Head...that's the street term. The politically correct term is Pea-Headed American.
Not a lot of people talk about Pea-Headedness. I can't think of any time I've seen or read a news story about it. Dick Gordon from NPR's The Story never did a segment on Pea-Headed Americans.
And since it's a bit unknown I thought I'd say a little bit about it.
Pea-Headed Americans are just like you. They can do pretty much everything you do. Their incredibly teeny tiny heads don't affect their intelligence because, if I remember correctly from 3rd grade or whatever, it's the folds in the brain that link to intelligence not the size of the brain.
However...there are some things they can't do.
They may not be able to purchase a fitted cap. If they go to a batting cage or play little league their head will be too small for all helmets and will spend a lot of time pushing the brim up...for this reason you see very few Pea-Headed American baseball players. They can easily get their head stuck in a fence...I don't have statistics of this but I assure you if I had them they would be alarming.
I actually know these things because I too am a Pea-Headed American. I was made fun of in school for having a tiny head...well I'm not totally sure that's true, I was made fun of for being short but I wouldn't be surprised if someone called me a pea-head.
When going to find a fitted Cubs cap I was laughed at by the people in the store for having such a small head size, 6 3/4, that it was the smallest fitted size they had and they only ever sold it to kids.
I once even dated a girl who made fun of me when my bike helmet was so large on my head that I looked like a Star Destroyer Commander from Star Wars. I later married that woman and we had a Pea-Headed American child. I just hope she can be a little more sensitive with him.
So I ask you to think about Pea-Headed Americans tomorrow (or today, or yesterday blah blah blah) December 3rd, which I have decided to designate as National Pea-Headed American day.
You can even get a twibbon for facebook or twitter to show your support.
*of course no kid is ugly