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I am not big on getting Oliver loads of toys, as he really likes to play with the Ikea coasters and measuring cups over any of the fairly expensive (yet incredibly cute and hard to resist) Haba toys that I have bought him; but...I really want to get him something like a Dapper Dan doll, if those still exist anymore. Ollie loves to play with zippers, buttons, buckles, pockets…he loves to watch and to try to make things work and move, exploring all of the ways he can maneuver something. He has these really good developing fine motor skills that totally amaze me. When I was little I really liked to play with my Dapper Dan doll, and I think the little man would really like one too, but nothing like that seems to exist. I also really want to know how to sew, because I have this fantastic pillow in my head with a couple of big chunky zippers sewn on it, as well as some toggles, buckles, buttons to button and a couple of pockets with flaps to open. I think it would be the greatest baby toy ever, things to make work and also cuddly and gender neutral. I just wish it existed or I could make it. My being way more into the Dead Milkman than Home Economics freshman year is totally coming back to haunt me.

Overheard on campus today

Sorority girl walking and talking on cell: “So, I am going to pick up like 2 cases. Do you think that will be enough? It’s like 6 beers each… should I get more?”

Mmmmmm, sweet sweet cirrhosis.

9 is fine



Oliver is 9 months old today. It is amazing that I have known him out of my body for as long as I knew him inside. He is such an amazing baby, so loving,funny and clever, such a good problem solver. I am so glad that he is in my life, he truly does make the world a better place.


I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that

But apparently Champaign is the kind of city that does. Why is it that a town in the Midwest would let a little bit of snow make driving and biking almost impossible? Why would any Midwestern city not plow? The Midwest certainly has a pretty good history of snowing in the winter, it’s not like it is a surprise. I’m having a hard time figuring out just what the city government does here; it doesn’t plow, it doesn’t do trash removal, it doesn’t repair its sidewalks or streets, it doesn’t make sure streets are properly lit. I sure hope the city taxes are being used for something, hopefully education. There is less than 2 inches of snow on the roads, but they are totally dangerous to drive and walk on. If an accident occurs because of the city's complete refusal to plow, I think they should hold the city responsible. I am going to have to come up with some things I like about living here to compensate for all of my complaining. Listening to The Ramone’s while Ollie eats a banana and waves to me, laughing is a great thing, though not really related to Champaign.

May, she will stay




This winter seems like it has lasted a lifetime. I feel like I have been blanketed in grey and through osmosis the weather is seeping into my head. I just want to sleep, but motherhood won’t let me. I just want to lie on the couch and watch movies, but the dishwasher and the laundry won’t shut up. My feet keep harassing me to put on some flip flops already, but the snow won’t stop. My arms desperately want to feel warm air on them. Come on spring; get your lazy ass moving.

So, uh, no funny business



I just feel so relived that there is no dialogue taking place about the need for gun control. As very scary sad things never happen when humans are in possession of firearms designed to kill other humans, it seems very relevant to not open any discussion about allowing the human population to openly walk around with guns. There really is no gross misinterpretation of the 2nd amendment, no need to control the influence on lobbyist organizations, who clearly have our best interests in mind, and no need for our benevolent leaders to take a stand on this issue. What were talking about anyway, oh, abortion, right. Carry on pro-lifers, taking a real stand on life

+1 for Chambana




Um, hello my fellow c-unistas, have you heard of theThe Spice Box? I am finally excited about going out to eat in this town. I would totally love to find someone to stay with Oliver so that I can take my east-coast transplant (aka Mr. McCuerda) to the Road trip through New England. I wonder how quickly these things fill up…

Stinky Saturdays

Oliver was sick, I mean really sick yesterday. He has had a couple of little colds that I apparently totally over-reacted to, because he was feeling fine with his stuffy nose and low grade fever. But yesterday, oh my peanut was ill. He woke up at 6:45 with some diarrhea, and went right back to sleep after he got cleaned up. We slept until 9:00(!), which seemed very odd, because he was very red and very tired when he finally woke up, and hot, very hot. I took his temp and it was 102.6. I called the doctor and we went in, he just slept on my chest the whole time, the poor guy. The doctor couldn't find anything that would lead her to think it was anything other than a virus, so off we went to “push” fluids and get that fever down. He slept all day in bed while I watched movies and did some work cuddled up next to him. At 5:00 his temp was 103.9, which was totally scary. I called the doctor, who told us to try really hard to get his temp down in the next 2 hours or he’ll need to go to the hospital for some blood work, and loads of totally icky scary things that I did not want to put our very sick little guy through. I gave him a cool bath and some more Tylenol, fluids, and then his fever came down to 101.9. Sweet relief. He seems to be almost back to his funny little baby self today, despite some funky diarrhea, which is so good. No more sick babies please, it is too sad to see!

Eating, and cooking...



Life during the semester is pretty hectic. Sasha is at school most of the day and reads most all evenings after putting Ollie to bed. We don’t get to spend much time together as a complete family unit, so despite my feelings for actual cooking, I have decided to try to have most of dinner cooking, or prepped or in some state of coming together before Sasha gets home, so he can finish the cooking and we can all eat together. I really think it is important for us to eat together; meals are such a social experience and really the only time we can talk about our day and hang out with Oliver together. I want Oliver to be an adventurous eater and embrace trying new things. I think this can come with exposure, and when he sits at the table with us, he can eat some of what we eat and be exposed to different foods. I try to eat breakfast and lunch with Ollie at the table together everyday. I make him a little food, and make myself a little food, and we just sit and eat together. These are things that I want for us as he gets older, and think that the routines need to start while he is a baby so it is just a natural part of his day, and family life. He is so very interested in food and wants to try everything we eat. His palate is expanding, so far he seems to really like apples, yogurt, avocados, black beans, sweet potatoes, carrots, squash and corn; he is not so into peas and can be funny about bananas which really surprised me, how can you not like bananas? He is developing these preferences which just kill me. I made some mashed sweet potatoes, avocados, and bananas and froze them in little cubes, but he loves fresh baked sweet potato and avocado right out of the shell so much more. He is also a picky apple eater, which cracks me up, but his first apple was a perfect in-season, honeycrisp, he is just never quite as happy with a pink lady or a grannysmith. It makes sense for everything else to be down hill after the honeycrisp, but it is just so funny to watch the looks he gives the apples. Tonight I think I am going to try to start my first ever potato soup and am poking around for recipes, so if you have a good one please let me know, because there is a lot to sift through! Hopefully Sasha won't pass out when he comes home and finds me cooking in the kitchen for the second time this week.

A bit unrelated, but I have realized that what I miss most about our pre-baby days are Sunday mornings. I really want to find a regular sitter for Sunday morning so we can go have brunch and read the paper and spend about 3 hours a week just being us. I would rather have a dinner party at our house than go out to dinner, and going out to bars, drinking loads was not a huge part of our pre-Oliver relationship. Mulling over the Times and eating pancakes was. It would be really nice to just be with my boyfriend for a couple of hours a week.

Ugh, how can I make the foot of snow in our driveway magically disappear?