Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
- Our mini Cooper, so adorable, so lovable, so cuddlyable, so cute when he reaches the pinnacle of his crying and his voice quivers. He's such a blessing.
- I'm thankful that my darling Valerie came through the labor with ease, and that a difficult pregnancy is finally over and we can look back at it longingly instead of worrying about gestational diabetes.
- That Val offers to help to load the groceries in my car, though she'd rather be inside with the heat/AC on, so that's why I hand her the keys and kick her off cart duty.
- New Red Sox catcher Victor Martinez, whose spirit almost kept the Sox going by himself in the postseason. Also, outgoing catcher and team captain Jason Varitek, a gritty player and game caller who needs to be offered a coaching position immediately by Theo Epstein.
- The viral emails within my family, which go on and on and mutate into different subjects, and when I check my email I have 40 messages out of the blue.
- The Crock Pot, that which we can throw something together early in the day and by dinner all we have to do is scoop out the yummy goodness with little cleaning. (Most notably pot roast.)
- For a wife who accepts my constant jokes, even the ones I say over and over and over again, and even laughs at many.
- XM radio's Christmas music channels.
- Fast-food drive-thru workers who actually know what they're doing.
- Pampers diapers.
- Charmin ultra soft toilet paper.
- Sarah Palin and how she infuriates the media and the left (but I repeat myself).
- The ability to watch movies without having to go to the theater, because I'm not sure if we'll see more than one every six months otherwise!
- Little fuzzy baby socks.
- Cook's Pest Control.
- When Val and I get four hours of uninterrupted sleep, even if not at the same time.
- "Dancing with the Stars" host Tom Bergeron and "Wheel of Fortune" host Pat Sajak.
- And finally, of course, my family and friends, for their love and support and understanding that Val and I will be out of touch, selfish and a little out of sorts for the next little while!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Big bro Scott wonders what Cooper's looking for:
Dad still takes credit for all good Cooper sleeping:
Don't wake an adorable sleeping baby!
I can’t remember much about Tuesday, what I did that day or how I felt. I do remember that I had my 38 week appointment the day before, and without being TMI thought I had a sign that labor would be coming sooner than later. Jeff remembers me not feeling good that day. I don’t think that I had any nesting instincts, something a lot of women do right before going into labor. What I do remember is Tuesday evening…After using the bathroom I stood up and felt a pop…I know like a water balloon. Immediately felt a trickle down my leg, I knew instantly. Water breaking isn’t necessarily the bug gush that everyone thinks. I eventually had small gushes at time. I yelled for Jeff and told him that I thought my water broke. I can’t remember what he said maybe “Oh Yeah?!?!”, but I remember how he sounded…both a little scared and excited.
While Jeff called labor and delivery, I did what everyone would do when scared, nervous, excited…I called my mom. She gave me some comfort, and said she would head to the hospital. After getting dressed I waited patiently as Jeff got things together. It seemed like eternity. I had my bag backed, but there were some last minute things that needed to be added and done. I was not having any contractions either, even though I had been having some off and on for a few weeks.
When we got to the ER (where you head first at St. Francis), we had paperwork to fill out despite pre-registering online. It seemed like eternity. Finally, a triage nurse wheeled me upstairs to labor and delivery. At first they were going to check my in a curtain room, but they soon realized that indeed my water had broken. They took be to Room 234 where I immediately got undressed and examined me. Jeff had to wait in the waiting room while they asked me all the usual medical history questions. When done, I was left all alone, I felt awful, but knew Jeff and Mom would be there soon.
During the early parts of labor, as the Dad I was just in the way, unnecessary to the proceedings. Val was being poked and prodded like an alien probe (and not the good kind), while the room was filled with the sounds of beeps and whirs of machines.
The nurses came back and told me that the doctor was going to induce at 3:00 (it was around 12:30 or 1 at this point). They also recommended getting the epidural now if that was my plan. There was no need to wait because it does not wear off since it’s on a drip. Not long later Jeff and mom had to leave again while the anesthesiologist gave me the epidural. I had been scared of this process after seeing it done on a video during the birthing class. The nurse and Stephen, the anesthesiologist made it less scary. There were only a few time it pinched/hurt, I flinched twice I think. It didn’t take long for me to feel the effects.
The monitor showed these big mountains of contractions, but Val couldn't feel them, which was awesome. Epidurals rock! You know all the women who say they want to go natural to feel it like the women of old did? Yeah, those women of old wished that they had epidurals in their pioneer cabins in the middle of nowhere 100 years ago!
Now it was a waiting game until inducing. Jeff, mom and I spent the next few hours talking. The nurses soon started the Pitocin for inducing. For the next few hours mom and Jeff watched as I would have a contraction, something I didn’t feel thank goodness. The calmness soon turned a little scary when the nurses would come in and shift me around. Apparently, Cooper didn’t like the positioning at time and his heart rate would go down. I was even more scared when they would give me an oxygen mask. At one point, I asked if everything was OK, of course they said, “yes” even though I knew they were concerned. The doctor was called in around 4:00 because of the nurses' concern. After things settled down, he headed back home.
Sometime during the night Val started to get the shakes something fierce, and on top of that she had terrible acid reflux, which got worse when they nurses would come in and position her head leaning down to ease Cooper's heartbeat during contractions.
I began dilating fast which was unexpected to me because I know it can take hours to dilate. I was around 3 cm when I arrived and was at 7 cm within an hour of the Pitocin. I was complete by 5:30ish. The nurses had me start pushing at this point since they could see his hair. However, the doctor called and wanted me to labor down which mean no pushing, Cooper needed to come on his own. However, after a some time of this the nurses thought I needed to push. By this time, I was feeling the pressure of the contraction and was beginning to feel some pain.
My butt, "labor down!" Labor up! Way up!
I had Jeff on one side of me holding my hand urging me as I held my breath and pushed for 10 seconds (3 times per contraction). Everything happened so fast.
The pushing was difficult, but manageable (yeah, so says the guy without the baby in his birth canal). We had one nurse take charge and counting, who then had to go tend to her own patient, so Val's main nurse took over, but she kept forgetting to count, so I took over the counting to ten. I was on Val's right, holding her head up with my left hand and holding up her leg with the other. Val was wearing out. Even though she couldn't feel the contractions per se, by this time she could definitely feel the pressure, and she was getting more and more exhausted.
I remember looking around and thinking, “where did all these people come from.” The room was filled with what seemed like 20 nurses. They all seemed to have their own task, waiting for the big arrival. Finally, Cooper was almost ready to come out, it felt like he was half-way, and it hurt so bad, I wanted to push so hard. But I couldn't because the doctor and nurses weren’t ready.
Cooper's head was poking out, that much I could see, and the doctor was just putting on his scrubs! In fact, the doctor's subdued temperament amused Val's Mom greatly. He came in during the last few pushes, leaned back against the sink watching, saying once in a while, "Good push," and not getting excited about anything. Val assures us that he's just that way, and his wife happens to be her OB, and she's the same exact way.
One nurse cut the bed and half…they then had the gall to ask me to scoot forward and put my feet up….hello---- I have a baby stuck half through my vagina!!!!! I guess I managed to meet their request. Within a few minutes of pushing I felt this huge relief down there and I knew my Cooper had arrived. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world….seeing Cooper of course. The relief was wonderful too. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
Once the doctor grabbed hold and pulled Cooper out all the way, in two milliseconds flat Val went from "Ow, ow, ohmygosh it hurts" to "Ohmygosh he's so beautiful! Hey Cooper! I love you Cooper!" It was just the most amazing thing ever. Immediate gratification and love all around! Who has the cigars?! I am now "Cooper's Dad," and Val will be "Cooper's Mom." I'm okay with that.
They placed him on my chest; I saw Jeff cut the cord.
I guess I was a little too sissy at it, because it took me two snips. The first time the nurse had to tell me to really chop through the bluish cord.
Then they whisked him away for all the necessary cleaning, testing, weighing….
It was controlled chaos, some covered in masks to help the doctor, some nurses helping Val and take Cooper's vitals, yelling out numbers back and forth. Still they let me walk all over the room to take pictures and even got out of my way as if I was the important one, even though I was trying to stay out of their way to manhandle my boy. Which they did. The nurses sure didn't treat him as fragile as we do, taking him to the burger warmer, toweling him off in two seconds flat and poking him and weighing him and sticking a tube way, way down his throat to pull out the liquid that he swallowed in Val's belly. I'm like, hey, that's my kid, be gentle! Every time they did one of these things, like pulling his hands apart to see him pull them back, they'd yell out, "That's good," and I'm like, "I don't know what you're doing, but hey, alright!"
During all this I kept looking over at him, while the doctor took care of everything down there. It seemed like eternity waiting to be able to hold him. Jeff and mom were getting to hold him while I just sat there with my legs spread open trying to expunge Cooper’s former home in addition to getting some stitches. FINALLY, everything was done and I was able to hold the most beautiful baby in the entire world. It is so indescribable.
More notes from Jeff ...
Val's like a superhero with the ability to create life. I'm like the spider that bit Spider-Man; no ability of my own, but can enable others with my touch!
Val's gestational diabetes turned out to be complications just for Cooper in the first day. His blood sugar was low, so we had to bottle feed him, and his temperature wouldn't stay as high as the nurses would have liked, so he stayed under the burger warmer for much of the first day as well. Val's sugars were fine, and she's back to normal.
At 3 p.m. we were brave enough for our first diaper change, and when the books talk about the first day's poops being black tar in color and thickness, they ain't kidding. Yuck. Very tough to clean.
Everything's normal in a pregnancy. "I have a lot of indigestion?" "That's normal." "I have no indigestion?" "That's normal, too." "When I watch TV I daydream about kidnapping squirrels for ransom." "No problemo." And now it seems like everything's normal with a baby, too!
That first day I was going on 30+hours of no sleep, only adrenaline. While in the hospital I didn't shave for three days, but there was a shower in our room so I was able to keep clean at least. That was for the benefit of Val, the nurses and our visitors!
His second morning, the OB circumcised Cooper while he was in the nursery away from us. Cooper didn't seem to mind, except that he didn't like that for the next week we'd have to put Vaseline on his pee-pee to keep it from sticking to the diaper.
Nurse Tiffany watched out for Cooper and Val for the first 12 hours. It was her first week at St. Francis, coming from Washington state. I knew we could trust her when she wore scrubs with Eeyore on them. Most of the nurses had Halloween scrubs on, since it was just a few days away. In those 2 1/2 days that we were there, Val and then Cooper probably had six different nurses.
My co-workers put Cooper on the 5 p.m. news his first day, and the next day at the end of the 9a hour, an hour I always direct, my anchors gave him a shout-out as well. Hopefully the fame won't go to his head.
He was surprisingly strong at six pounds. He's very hard to tuck in to swaddle, kicking those legs, and he's like Houdini getting out of a strait jacket the way his hands poke right out of the blanket.
At lunchtime with her family there I went to Wendy's for lunch, and home to get a few things. I did the same the next day at lunch to get Val some Chick-fil-A and bring even more stuff for me, such as clothes, since we stayed two nights instead of one.
At 8 p.m. the nurse gave Cooper his first bath. He wasn't entirely enthusiastic about it until they let him soak in the tub.
We expected a sort of big baby, and couldn't believe he was using preemie diapers! How the heck did I help produce a tiny baby?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Cooper's Grams certainly knows how to keep a baby happy!
Granddad got to meet yet another of his adorable great-grandchildren! In no time, he'll have Cooper on his knee, bouncing around!
Of course, I would be remiss not to mention the happy couple! Karla was radiant in a gorgeous dress, and Terry long ago refrained from running away from our big loud family, so kudos to you both, and congratulations!
Okay, sure many of the districts don't exist, but that's just semantics. Hail Obama! So say we all!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Cooper had a good day yesterday, barely fussy for either me or Val! Yesterday morning, he even slept FIVE hours, at least two more than ever before! Heck, by the fourth hour, Val called me and we were a little worried that it was too long, instead of letting her enjoy it to get some extra sleep herself. Not that he won't have his colic crying fits again. We're terrified to make him mad, lest he get started and never stop.
He's just so darn adorable! Last night he had a couple of sneezes, and the third he did that thing where you are going to sneeze but it barely comes out, and he gets this relieved look with a "ooooohhhhh," and I could've died there and been happy.
Thursday afternoon I let Val get a nap, and I ended up napping on the couch for an hour with him asleep on my chest. Thankfully neither of us rolled over. I guess we all need a little more sleep. We'll try to get it this weekend, although it should be busy. Dad's flying into town for Thanksgiving, my cousin Karla is getting married which brings my mom and aunt and cousin Amy into town, and old pal Patrick is coming to visit his folks and meet Cooper. We'll do our best to show off our prodigy.
I was up by 10 p.m. last night, and Cooper was up late with his daddy this morning, watching the excellent new History Channel series, "World War II in HD." It uses all-color footage, much of it never seen before by the larger public, that is vivid, gripping, and dramatic. It uses stories by the same dozen soldiers throughout as voiced by celebrities, very Ken Burns-esque. Great, great work. Highly recommended for other military history buffs.
I almost forgot to mention this. Two Fridays ago when I was still home on paternity leave, about 7 a.m. Val woke me up because a bird was in the house. Again. Probably out of the fireplace again, where we'd enjoyed our first fire of the season a few nights before. We shut the doors, I snuck out into the hall, got a tennis racket from the closet, and creeped into the living room, where the big black bird (I know it wasn't that big outside, but looked like a vulture inside the house) was flapping up by the ceiling and broke a frame on the entertainment center.
I went to the front door and propped it open, then walked towards the kitchen to flush it out. I heard something pop the door, so the bird had flown outside. Then I propped the fireplace flue closed to make sure it didn't happen a third time, and I'll have to do so from now on until I get it fixed. Cooper was safely in the bedroom, by the way. In 25 years he'll probably have this weird dream where he sees a black bird flying around the house, and think it's some strange philosophical vision, and I'll be like, "Um, no, there really was a bird in the house. Nothing dreamy about it."
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
First up, a typical shot from the couch, Cooper asleep on me while I still manage to get some reading done:
Val's cousin Destiny came over with daughter Bailey to meet the new addition:
Daddy's so mean, getting Cooper all naked and cleaned up!
Mommy gets to be the hero, getting him out of that torture and drying him off:
And now he's all comfy, fed and happy again!
Finally, the drama is over, time for some sleep ...
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Coughs and colds are most prevalent in Memphis now. The dreadful atmosphere that fills every hole and corner of the city at night is leading several sober-thinking citizens to the belief that the world must be passing through the tail of a comet.Well, what kind of explanation did you expect? Voodoo? Witches? Pigs?
- CAN A PRESIDENT GET A BAD BACK FROM BOWING TOO MUCH? I mean, seriously, first he nearly kissed the royal Saudi Reeboks, now he can't seem to look the Japanese prime minister in the eye:
The pres has gotten to be so bad about apologizing for American power that pro-democracy protesters in Iran have taken to trying to urge Obama to be on their side:
“Obama, Obama!” protesters chanted on a day marking the 30th anniversary of the United States Embassy takeover. “Either you’re with them, or with us.”
So, to those in China asking for his help, I would encourage you to look elsewhere for help on human rights. France, maybe?
- Meanwhile, the Obamessiah has proven to be the ultimate One-Upper, the guy who just can't but help make himself out to be the Most Awesomest Dude In Every Situation. He couldn't be bothered to go to the 20th anniversary of the Berlin Wall falling, and sure, all those people aren't under the boot heel of the Soviets anymore, but what really matters is that he's a black guy and president of the U.S.!: Rad!
“Few would have foreseen . . . that a united Germany would be led by a woman from Brandenburg or that their American ally would be led by a man of African descent.”I'm sure that's what Reagan was thinking: "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall! And if you don't believe this honky, we'll get a black man to get elected president!"
- Finally, another Memphis Memories from Nov. 14, 1959 proves that celebrating Christmas early isn't a new thing:
Big eyes in little faces last night drank in the biggest flow of Christmas spirit the Memphis public has ever seen. Record crowds filled streetside standing room along 11 blocks of Main and Front and a block of Beale to watch the Yuletide season ushered in by the annual Spirit of Christmas Parade.
- HEADLINE: Study: High School Jocks Likelier to Drink, Fight. Whoat nerds did this study, People For The Abolition Of Wedgies And Swirlies?
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
- From the "imagine if this was Bush and he had waited months to make a decision on Afghanistan" files, someone reports from a couple of weeks ago: "Today - Obama ties Pres. Bush in the number of rounds of golf played in office: 24. Took Bush 2 yrs & 10 months."
- In writing about the remains of a Civil War soldier being buried in Nashville, USA Today writer Oren Dorrell proved why folks in the South keep starting arguments with Yankees. It was unclear if the soldier was Federal or Confederate, so this is how Dorrell leads off:
"He may have died trying to preserve the Union. He may have been fighting to preserve slavery."
I guess Oren singlehandedly has decided this whole States Rights argument. Congratulations, Oren.
- IRONY WATCH: In local business news, "Unilever To Expand Slim-Fast Plant In Covington."
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
As for the questions about his wiggly crying fits, the doc wants us to change his feeding habits first, feeding him a little less each time, but feed him more often. We'll try that first, exorcism second. Or third. He also gave us some samples of formula for lactose intolerance, if that's what's bugging him, since Mom reminded me that I had to use a special formula as a baby.
Cooper is a delight, of course, so don't take my talking about his wailing as if we regret our decision! Not that anyone did. It's all part of parenthood, which is why I'm awake and typing this alone in the living room watching So You Think You Can Dance while Val is asleep. We may be two ships passing in the night, but hopefully we'll be two well-rested ones!
I was at work today when his umbilical cord fell off. *Sniff* How much more will I miss?! It starts with the umbilical cord, it ends with dropping him off at college! *Sniff*
Meanwhile, on SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE, Nigel totally ripped Nathan for being an immature punk and smug about not being in the bottom three this week, and that was wicked awesome. I'm not a Nathan fan, so I was hoping he'd go, too.
Instead, the bottom three was Karen/Kevin, Ryan/Ellenore and Pauline/Peter.
After Nigel attacked the bottom six for inept solos (dude was in a bad mood tonight), he let Pauline go, then Peter, so all the tappers are gone. I think in this case they didn't want to split up any pairs, which ruined Pauline's chances.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
This was NOT a good day to be the first morning that I went off to work and Val was left home alone with our mini Cooper. Let's just say that the noise that comes out of his mouth when he's unhappy is anything but mini. He's the most important thing in our lives now, and so cute and cuddly and more awesome than I could ever imagine, but for real, we'll be making him feel guilty about this for decades to come.
Starting last week, Cooper started having crying fits for an hour or so, almost inconsolable. You have to change positions constantly and try to keep him distracted, which can work for several minutes, until he remembers that he's unhappy about something. You can change him, feed him, walk around, sit in the rocker, it doesn't matter. It could be his tummy, except that he only does it once or twice a day.
And this isn't just crying; we're talking about the wailing of a baby that makes you question why you volunteered for this duty. That two hours of crying threatens to negate the 22 other hours of the day that he coos adorably. And yet the crying can be so pitiful as to be adorable, too. He has several different versions, one of which is this rat-a-tat cry that only reduces me and Val to goo because it sounds so sad.
I don't know if we fit the definition of Cooper having colic, but it certainly seems like it. According to Wikipedia the definition is "a condition in which an otherwise healthy baby cries or screams frequently and for extended periods without any discernible reason." The good news? "The condition ... almost invariably disappears, often very suddenly, before the baby is three to four months old." I'm sure that's what our pediatrician will tell us tomorrow for his two-week checkup.
This morning Squirmy McFussybritches started one of his episodes about 12:30. By 1:30 Val came to wake me up because she didn't know what to do anymore. For the next hour and a half I tried to do what I could, to mixed success and failure. By 3 it was time for his feeding, and that seemed to calm him down, but by that time I had to get ready for work, and leave Val with a look of terror on her face. Thankfully he eventually let her get some sleep. My poor darling. I can only hope that Cooper only cries uncontrollably like that when I'm at home and that he sleeps and acts cute the nine hours I'm away.
It was a lot easier when I was home for the first 12 days and could take the late-night shift, we traded sleep schedules, and my Mom-in-law stayed with us several days to help out. Monday afternoon when I got home from work and Cooper was in hour two of a three-hour fit, even she looked a bit confused and frayed, understandably. I took him outside to watch golfers hack their way up the fairway in our backyard and let Val and her mom eat lunch, figuring that the golfers can't care that much if Cooper's unhappy, and if they do, deal with it because you're not Tiger in need of perfect silence, and I would tell Tiger to stick it, too. He has kids, he'd understand.
The 18-20 hours that Cooper does sleep, he's so adorable, with both of his hands pointed up towards his ears and making cute baby noises. When he's really tired he sleeps so soundly that we can barely keep him awake long enough to eat. The first several days Cooper would only cry and turn bright red when we changed his diaper.
Of course, he has to wake up sometime on his own, and this is what transpires:
"Code Red, the baby is waking up! Will he be happy? Will he have a messy diaper? How do you keep a one-week old baby entertained? Get out the swing! Get out the bouncer! Kill a woolly mammoth! Whatever it takes!"
Soooo ... two weeks down, about a million to go?
Monday, November 09, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Once clean, changed and fed, he did what every guy would do in that situation. Napped.
And yes, it takes both parents of a newborn to hold down a six-pound baby trying not to get washed in the sink. I tell ya, the boy can squirm!
* Biology: Fumiaki Taguchi, Song Guofu and Zhang Guanglei of Kitasato University Graduate School of Medical Sciences in Sagamihara, Japan, for demonstrating that kitchen refuse can be reduced more than 90% in mass by using bacteria extracted from the feces of giant pandas.
* Chemistry: Javier Morales, Miguel Apatiga and Victor M. Castano of Universidad Nacional Autonoma de Mexico, for creating diamond film from tequila.
* Economics: The directors, executives, and auditors of four Icelandic banks — Kaupthing Bank, Landsbanki, Glitnir Bank, and Central Bank of Iceland — for demonstrating that tiny banks can be rapidly transformed into huge banks, and vice versa (and for demonstrating that similar things can be done to an entire national economy).
* Literature: Ireland's police service for writing and presenting more than 50 traffic tickets to the most frequent driving offender in the country - Prawo Jazdy - whose name in Polish means "Driving Licence".
* Mathematics: Gideon Gono, governor of Zimbabwe's Reserve Bank, for giving people a simple, everyday way to cope with a wide range of numbers by having his bank print notes with denominations ranging from one cent to one hundred trillion dollars.
* Medicine: Donald L. Unger of Thousand Oaks, California, US, for investigating a possible cause of arthritis of the fingers, by diligently cracking the knuckles of his left hand but not his right hand every day for more than 60 years.
* Peace: Stephan Bolliger, Steffen Ross, Lars Oesterhelweg, Michael Thali and Beat Kneubuehl of the University of Bern, Switzerland, for determining whether it is better to be smashed over the head with a full bottle of beer or with an empty bottle.
* Physics: Katherine K. Whitcome of the University of Cincinnati, Daniel E Lieberman of Harvard University and Liza J. Shapiro of the University of Texas, all in the US, for analytically determining why pregnant women do not tip over.
* Public Health: Elena N. Bodnar, Raphael C. Lee, and Sandra Marijan of Chicago, US, for inventing a bra that can be quickly converted into a pair of gas masks - one for the wearer and one to be given to a needy bystander.
* Veterinary medicine: Catherine Douglas and Peter Rowlinson of Newcastle University, UK, for showing that cows with names give more milk than cows that are nameless.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
When our mini Cooper is wide awake, we've tried to keep him stimulated with some of his toys. He hasn't taken to the swing yet, but the play area kept him interested for at least fifteen seconds, so score!
This weekend we've gladly let our friends use us to meet Cooper and provide us some sort of social interaction. First, Friday Meredith visited while in town from Jackson:
This afternoon Tracy came over to meet our little guy:
If you want a copy of the Excel spreadsheet for the full scoring and I don't have your email, send me a note and I'll get it to ya.
1 Karla - 155
2 Steven R - 142
3 Sara H - 140
4 Amy J - 125
5 Stacy E - 123
6 Randy Be - 121
7 Polly A - 113
8 Kevin H. - 109
9 Bev S - 108
10 Karen P - 107
11 Cody B - 104
12 Cheryl B - 98
13 Carol H - 95
14 Natalie M - 92
15 Julie H. - 86
16 Amy C - 79
17 Heather K - 76
18 Michael C. - 75
18 Scott R - 75
20 Jenny H - 74
21 Rann R - 71
22 Jeremy N - 70
23 Diane R - 65
24 Jeff D - 60
25 Lynn P - 57
26 Will H - 53
27 Destiny D - 52
28 Sarah R - 42
29 Stephanie L - 38
30 Rob P - 25
31 Jenn R - 21
32 Mary P - 0
Obama's Frightening Insensitivity Following ShootingRemember, for the Obamacons and our president, it's not about us, it's always about them.
A bad week for Democrats compounded by an awful moment for Barack Obama.
By ROBERT A. GEORGE
President Obama didn't wait long after Tuesday's devastating elections to give critics another reason to question his leadership, but this time the subject matter was more grim than a pair of governorships.
After news broke out of the shooting at the Fort Hood Army post in Texas, the nation watched in horror as the toll of dead and injured climbed. The White House was notified immediately and by late afternoon, word went out that the president would speak about the incident prior to a previously scheduled appearance. At about 5 p.m., cable stations went to the president. The situation called for not only his trademark eloquence, but also grace and perspective.
But instead of a somber chief executive offering reassuring words and expressions of sympathy and compassion, viewers saw a wildly disconnected and inappropriately light president making introductory remarks. At the event, a Tribal Nations Conference hosted by the Department of Interior's Bureau of Indian affairs, the president thanked various staffers and offered a "shout-out" to "Dr. Joe Medicine Crow -- that Congressional Medal of Honor winner." Three minutes in, the president spoke about the shooting, in measured and appropriate terms. Who is advising him?
Anyone at home aware of the major news story of the previous hours had to have been stunned. An incident like this requires a scrapping of the early light banter. The president should apologize for the tone of his remarks, explain what has happened, express sympathy for those slain and appeal for calm and patience until all the facts are in. That's the least that should occur.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
My predictions made in April weren't too awful:
AL EAST: Boston Red Sox - Have to put my team here, right? I was just hoping for another implosion by the Evil Empire.
AL CENTRAL: Cleveland Indians - Wow, not even close. If they'd even tried it wouldn't have been that tough to beat Detroit or the White Sox.
AL WEST: Anaheim Angels of Los Angeles of California of the U.S.A. of Earth - Though they started slow, this was too obvious. Every other team in the AL West is mediocre at best.
Wild Card: Dang Yankees - Yuck. Of course they won the AL East. Of course they're in the World Series. And now I have to resort to rooting for the Phillies as a result. Double yuck.
NL EAST: Philadelphia Phillies - It's not easy to defend, unless you're in the same division as the choke-job Mets, the rebuilding Braves, the worst-team-in-baseball Nationals and that Marlins team that is only good once a decade.
NL CENTRAL: Chicago Cubs - I really couldn't have figured on the Cardinals being as good as they were with that pitching staff. But I also should always expect the Cubs to fold like I do in poker whenever anyone raises me a nickel.
NL WEST: L.A. Dodgers - By default. Really, the Giants? Diamondbacks? Who's the other team? San Pietro? Saint Diego?
Wild Card: Mets. Okay, okay, it's time to stop buying into preseason hype and realize that this organization is a disaster.
WORLD SERIES: Red Sox over Phillies. I was right about the AL East beating the Phillies, just the absolutely wrong team. The Evil Empire has won a title in Cooper's lifetime. Drats.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
It was a beautiful day outside so we hung out on the back patio for a while this afternoon, trying to keep our mini Cooper awake so that he'll stop being wide awake at 3 in the morning! Yeah, how's that working out for me? Not so well. The boy just likes to sleep all day and party all night!
He could sleep next to a construction site:
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
We went to the pediatrician for the first time this morning, and he told us that our little man is doing great. He's Cooper Duper! He's at 5 pounds, 14 ounces right now, which is pretty good according to the baby doc, having lost just a few ounces, and up to 19.5 inches long. We'll go back next Wednesday for a follow-up, and it seems like they're going to keep letting us take him home!
So here are a few pictures until I can write some more. First, Cooper finally got to meet Nana this morning! We drove over after his appointment. He only cried for a few minutes in his car seat, which is either because he was hungry or just felt cramped in his car seat. At first we only had a baby headrest, but then realized that he's so tiny that he needed the headrest-within-a-headrest as well. Here's how he looks:
Anyway ... Cooper is Nana's third great-grandson on our side, with another two down in Mississippi, and even a great-great-grandson. Somebody get our Nana a great-granddaughter!
This is how Cooper sleeps, one or both hands up by his ears. He loves to have his arms up by his face, and the boy is strong! No matter how much we swaddle him with his arms down, he's like Houdini getting out of a strait jacket in 15 seconds flat. He wants his hands to suck. He NEEDS his hands to suck! We love having this bassinet, by the way. We can keep him next to us in the living room during the day, next to the bed at night, and with the sleep positioner that Amy gave us, he's snug and we don't worry about him as much. (Not that we don't constantly peek over to make sure he's sleeping and nothing's covering his mouth.)
Finally, from Sunday, sis-in-law Cheryl stopped by to say hey to our mini Cooper and appropriately ooh and aah some more.
Speaking of grandmothers and our babies, here's Val's Mammaw with Cooper from this weekend. She didn't get to hold him in the hospital since he was under the burger warmer when she visited, so she was happy to get to come over and feel his cuddly-uddlyness. Cooper is Mammaw's eighth great-grandchild, and fifth great-grandson.