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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Poop Taking Care of Business Week - Monday
I took the week off work so that we could get the house ready for the impending arrival of Baby Poop.
So this week should be a slow week for blogging, but a good week for getting shit done.
To wit:
10am: Doctor's appointment. Everything looks good with less than 3 weeks to go, but Baby Poop isn't doing anything to indicate he or she is ready to come out early.
11am: Target. Target popcorn! Delicious! But I got the small this time, much better choice. I bought a silly t-shirt, hopefully I'll post it on here this week. I also got a new bedside table and I don't know what the hell else but we spent $250. Yikes!
12:30pm: Dropped off some clothes for the homeless. Six bags of stuff as a result of cleaning our closets to fit the baby's stuff.
2:00pm: Went to Buy Buy Baby bought our stroller (more on this in a separate post).
3:00pm: Visited Bruce the Bed King, to get a guest bed. Bruce was there. He is the nicest guy ever. I was wearing a t-shirt that said "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." He asked if "that" happened in Vegas. Mrs. Poop loves him. Didn't buy the bed yet though, had to measure the room first.
4:00pm: Came home to Diesel, he's great.
4:45pm: Take a nap (sung to the tune of "Make it Clap")
7:00pm: Took Diesel for a walk. A standard poodle got off its leash and was going nuts, barking at Diesel, growling at him. Luckily, we practice Zen ("walk past the barking dog") and the poodle finally left us alone.
8:00pm: Ate dinner, watched TV, did a little cleaning.
More stuff to do tomorrow.
So this week should be a slow week for blogging, but a good week for getting shit done.
To wit:
10am: Doctor's appointment. Everything looks good with less than 3 weeks to go, but Baby Poop isn't doing anything to indicate he or she is ready to come out early.
11am: Target. Target popcorn! Delicious! But I got the small this time, much better choice. I bought a silly t-shirt, hopefully I'll post it on here this week. I also got a new bedside table and I don't know what the hell else but we spent $250. Yikes!
12:30pm: Dropped off some clothes for the homeless. Six bags of stuff as a result of cleaning our closets to fit the baby's stuff.
2:00pm: Went to Buy Buy Baby bought our stroller (more on this in a separate post).
3:00pm: Visited Bruce the Bed King, to get a guest bed. Bruce was there. He is the nicest guy ever. I was wearing a t-shirt that said "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." He asked if "that" happened in Vegas. Mrs. Poop loves him. Didn't buy the bed yet though, had to measure the room first.
4:00pm: Came home to Diesel, he's great.
4:45pm: Take a nap (sung to the tune of "Make it Clap")
7:00pm: Took Diesel for a walk. A standard poodle got off its leash and was going nuts, barking at Diesel, growling at him. Luckily, we practice Zen ("walk past the barking dog") and the poodle finally left us alone.
8:00pm: Ate dinner, watched TV, did a little cleaning.
More stuff to do tomorrow.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Baby Poop Pool
Mrs. Poop and I went to see Baby Poop at 34 weeks and the kid is HUGE! 6 pounds! And not due until September 9th. I bring this up because it's time to guess the date and time of delivery and weight, length and gender of the baby.
So here's what you do: click on the banner below it will take you to this website where you can enter your name (doesn't have to be your real name) and then enter your guesses. If you want to register with the site you'll receive an e-mail when the baby is born and we enter the correct information.
Note: There is some information in the first paragraph that might help you extrapolate some of these answers (for instance, don't guess our baby is going to be 6 pounds and 2 ounces).
Note: Anyone who wants to put their money where their mouth is can give me $5 and I'll keep track and send the money to the winner. If the winner on the website doesn't choose to participate in the for-profit portion of this contest the highest point total among those who did will win the money.
So here's what you do: click on the banner below it will take you to this website where you can enter your name (doesn't have to be your real name) and then enter your guesses. If you want to register with the site you'll receive an e-mail when the baby is born and we enter the correct information.
Note: There is some information in the first paragraph that might help you extrapolate some of these answers (for instance, don't guess our baby is going to be 6 pounds and 2 ounces).
Note: Anyone who wants to put their money where their mouth is can give me $5 and I'll keep track and send the money to the winner. If the winner on the website doesn't choose to participate in the for-profit portion of this contest the highest point total among those who did will win the money.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Does It Count?
Mrs. Poop has now attended two Mets games this season. Because Baby Poop is now a viable fetus with brain activity and can react to sounds, does that mean Baby Poop has been to two games. Or does first official Met game status start outside of the womb?
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Cribs
It wasn't quite like MTV Cribs, our baby doesn't need a Scarface poster, but we did buy Baby Poop a crib this weekend.
But the crib isn't the story, it's where we had to go to get it. We received a tip about a place with great prices on infant furniture. It was in Monsey, NY which is an area populated with very religious Jews. Almost exclusively. Because the store, and the whole town is run by Jews, we had to go on Sunday, they are closed Friday nights and Saturdays. And because our county is run by non-Jewish people, there is no shopping on Sunday, so this was an extra treat for us.
When you drive to Monsey, you pass through Tallman and everything still looks normal, then you hit Monsey and all you see are men in black hats and women in long skirts.
Mrs. Poop said "we're not in Kansas anymore."
Inside the store, we weren't the only ones who weren't dressed that way, it just seemed like it.
After reminding Mrs. Poop not to accidentally bump into any of the men, we looked around. The place was crammed with furniture but no signs, you couldn't figure out what anything was, it was a little confusing, so we tried to get some help. After 20 minutes of waiting while a little old lady shouted Hebrew into the phone, we finally got her to assist us.
She talked like The Concierge after seeing "Fiddler on the Roof" for the 100th time. You shouldn't know from it. Voxen vi a tzibele mit dem kopf in drerd.
We finally picked out our stuff, I think Mrs. Poop decided so quickly because she didn't want to have to go back there.
Mrs. Schwartz told us we're having a girl, but whatever it is "it should be a healthy baby" and told us about her daughter whose fifth and sixth kids were twins, and then we were on our way, back to our world.
But the crib isn't the story, it's where we had to go to get it. We received a tip about a place with great prices on infant furniture. It was in Monsey, NY which is an area populated with very religious Jews. Almost exclusively. Because the store, and the whole town is run by Jews, we had to go on Sunday, they are closed Friday nights and Saturdays. And because our county is run by non-Jewish people, there is no shopping on Sunday, so this was an extra treat for us.
When you drive to Monsey, you pass through Tallman and everything still looks normal, then you hit Monsey and all you see are men in black hats and women in long skirts.
Mrs. Poop said "we're not in Kansas anymore."
Inside the store, we weren't the only ones who weren't dressed that way, it just seemed like it.
After reminding Mrs. Poop not to accidentally bump into any of the men, we looked around. The place was crammed with furniture but no signs, you couldn't figure out what anything was, it was a little confusing, so we tried to get some help. After 20 minutes of waiting while a little old lady shouted Hebrew into the phone, we finally got her to assist us.
She talked like The Concierge after seeing "Fiddler on the Roof" for the 100th time. You shouldn't know from it. Voxen vi a tzibele mit dem kopf in drerd.
We finally picked out our stuff, I think Mrs. Poop decided so quickly because she didn't want to have to go back there.
Mrs. Schwartz told us we're having a girl, but whatever it is "it should be a healthy baby" and told us about her daughter whose fifth and sixth kids were twins, and then we were on our way, back to our world.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Thousand Dollar Dilemma
Mrs. Poop is locked in a fierce internal battle over whether or not she should buy a $1000 stroller for Baby Poop.
Those of you with children will understand, those of you without, stick with me and you might learn something or you might decide never to have kids.
As with everything you can buy, you can buy something that is ridiculously expensive, mostly because of the brand name it carries. For instance, I buy jeans that cost $30, and I think Tommy Hilfiger is a pretty decent brand. But there is a brand of jeans called 7 For All Mankind, whose jeans run from $150-$200. And people buy them, not because they're made better or because they make your ass look bigger or smaller (whichever look you prefer), but because of the brand name, and because JoJo wears them. I heard her mention them on Punk'd which is the first time I'd ever heard of them. And JoJo is like sooooooooooo awesome.
Anyway, the question is: should we buy a $1000 Bugaboo stroller?
Pros:
Technically, we CAN afford it. The $600 difference between it and any other stroller we might get won't have an appreciable impact on our budget. But just because you can, doesn't mean you should.
Mrs. Poop really wants it. The first time she visited Manhattan she spied a lady pushing a stroller with the familiar 3 circle logo and she shouted "bugaboo, bugaboo, bugaboo." After seeing about 10 more bugaboos, she declared, "everyone in Manhattan has a bugaboo."
It is better than most other strollers, though not by much. It has one bar across, instead of two handles which I desire so I can walk the dog and the baby simultaneously, with one hand on the stroller and on one on the leash.
The bugaboo's special wheels allow it to roll smoothly on rough terrain. So if you like mountain climbing with your baby, the bugaboo is the stroller for you. Mrs. Poop showed me some video that looked like a commercial for an SUV, but instead of driving over rocks and in mud, the guy was pushing a baby stroller.
Pregnant women have perpetrated a scam on their husbands, demanding a "push present" after the baby is born. If I could convince her to let this count as her push present, I'd actually be saving money.
It's a status symbol.
Cons:
It's only a status symbol. Mrs. Poop would feel like a spoiled brat if she does get it.
This book that Mrs. Poop had heretofore declared as the bible of baby shopping, Baby Bargains, refuses to give the Bugaboo a letter grade, rating it as "Oh, Please," and spending several paragraphs explaining why no one should spend $1000 on a stroller.
There are so many better ways to spend $1000.
It goes against everything I stand for.
People are starving in Africa.
Those of you with children will understand, those of you without, stick with me and you might learn something or you might decide never to have kids.
As with everything you can buy, you can buy something that is ridiculously expensive, mostly because of the brand name it carries. For instance, I buy jeans that cost $30, and I think Tommy Hilfiger is a pretty decent brand. But there is a brand of jeans called 7 For All Mankind, whose jeans run from $150-$200. And people buy them, not because they're made better or because they make your ass look bigger or smaller (whichever look you prefer), but because of the brand name, and because JoJo wears them. I heard her mention them on Punk'd which is the first time I'd ever heard of them. And JoJo is like sooooooooooo awesome.
Anyway, the question is: should we buy a $1000 Bugaboo stroller?
Pros:
Technically, we CAN afford it. The $600 difference between it and any other stroller we might get won't have an appreciable impact on our budget. But just because you can, doesn't mean you should.
Mrs. Poop really wants it. The first time she visited Manhattan she spied a lady pushing a stroller with the familiar 3 circle logo and she shouted "bugaboo, bugaboo, bugaboo." After seeing about 10 more bugaboos, she declared, "everyone in Manhattan has a bugaboo."
It is better than most other strollers, though not by much. It has one bar across, instead of two handles which I desire so I can walk the dog and the baby simultaneously, with one hand on the stroller and on one on the leash.
The bugaboo's special wheels allow it to roll smoothly on rough terrain. So if you like mountain climbing with your baby, the bugaboo is the stroller for you. Mrs. Poop showed me some video that looked like a commercial for an SUV, but instead of driving over rocks and in mud, the guy was pushing a baby stroller.
Pregnant women have perpetrated a scam on their husbands, demanding a "push present" after the baby is born. If I could convince her to let this count as her push present, I'd actually be saving money.
It's a status symbol.
Cons:
It's only a status symbol. Mrs. Poop would feel like a spoiled brat if she does get it.
This book that Mrs. Poop had heretofore declared as the bible of baby shopping, Baby Bargains, refuses to give the Bugaboo a letter grade, rating it as "Oh, Please," and spending several paragraphs explaining why no one should spend $1000 on a stroller.
There are so many better ways to spend $1000.
It goes against everything I stand for.
People are starving in Africa.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Pets & Babies
In our quest to prepare Diesel for the impending arrival of Baby Poop, last night Mrs. Poop and I went to a class entitled "Pets & Babies."
The class was taught by a beautiful Rhodesian Ridgeback, Logan, and his owner.
The part of the class when the instructor/trainer spoke was interesting. Most of the things were common sense but good to hear. It all boils down to making the changes that will happen when the baby comes, before the baby comes, so the dog doesn't resent the baby. If the dog sleeps in your bed, stop that now. If he sits in your lap, make him sit next to you. If you have to move his bowl, move it now. Our problem is that Diesel loves to sleep in what will be the baby's room, because it has western exposure (late day sunlight), and it's basically an empty room in which he can relax. We can't allow him in there alone when the baby is sleeping, so we have to start weaning him off that room now.
After the presentation the class degenerated into a discussion of everyone's bad dog. Basically they made Diesel look like an angel. About four other people had labs, one ate three bags of Easter candy, one was a gift to a woman who seemingly hates the dog, one can't ride in the car.
Here's an example of how crazy these pregnant women are. One woman asked for suggestions about how to get her dog and baby to ride in the car together.
Try a harness.
We tried that once and the dog hated it.
Put the dog in the back of your SUV.
Nope, the dog likes to have it's head near a window.
Keep the dog in the front seat.
Nope, the dog is too big.
So the dog can't ride in the front seat, the back seat or the rear of the SUV. I guess all that's left is to make her run alongside the car.
A couple people had cats. I hate cats. And as much as Mrs. Poop enjoyed it, I really couldn't care less about the problems of these dumb pregnant ladies and their poorly trained dogs.
The best part of the class was Logan. He was lying down in the front popping his head up every once in a while for a treat. As we were walking out we stopped to pet him, and he ripped the biggest dog fart ever. Worse than anything Diesel's ever done.
The class was taught by a beautiful Rhodesian Ridgeback, Logan, and his owner.
The part of the class when the instructor/trainer spoke was interesting. Most of the things were common sense but good to hear. It all boils down to making the changes that will happen when the baby comes, before the baby comes, so the dog doesn't resent the baby. If the dog sleeps in your bed, stop that now. If he sits in your lap, make him sit next to you. If you have to move his bowl, move it now. Our problem is that Diesel loves to sleep in what will be the baby's room, because it has western exposure (late day sunlight), and it's basically an empty room in which he can relax. We can't allow him in there alone when the baby is sleeping, so we have to start weaning him off that room now.
After the presentation the class degenerated into a discussion of everyone's bad dog. Basically they made Diesel look like an angel. About four other people had labs, one ate three bags of Easter candy, one was a gift to a woman who seemingly hates the dog, one can't ride in the car.
Here's an example of how crazy these pregnant women are. One woman asked for suggestions about how to get her dog and baby to ride in the car together.
Try a harness.
We tried that once and the dog hated it.
Put the dog in the back of your SUV.
Nope, the dog likes to have it's head near a window.
Keep the dog in the front seat.
Nope, the dog is too big.
So the dog can't ride in the front seat, the back seat or the rear of the SUV. I guess all that's left is to make her run alongside the car.
A couple people had cats. I hate cats. And as much as Mrs. Poop enjoyed it, I really couldn't care less about the problems of these dumb pregnant ladies and their poorly trained dogs.
The best part of the class was Logan. He was lying down in the front popping his head up every once in a while for a treat. As we were walking out we stopped to pet him, and he ripped the biggest dog fart ever. Worse than anything Diesel's ever done.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
It's A...
BABY!
The 19-week ultrasound went well, Baby Poop is very active and wouldn't cooperate so we will go back in a few weeks to make sure they can see everything they need to see. But everything they did see is just fine, which means everything they will see next time will probably be fine as well.
As far as gender, Mrs. Poop is dying to know but for some strange reason she chose this as the one time to let me have my way. She can't stand the fact that the ultrasound tech knows the sex of our baby and we don't. I'm glad the lady was able to see because I know Mrs. Poop was trying to figure it out. But they move the thing so fast, and it's hard to see what's what, especially when it's really magnified that I don't think the untrained eye can see the gender unless it's pointed out.
Mrs. Poop will have another chance to ruin the surprise in a few weeks.
The 19-week ultrasound went well, Baby Poop is very active and wouldn't cooperate so we will go back in a few weeks to make sure they can see everything they need to see. But everything they did see is just fine, which means everything they will see next time will probably be fine as well.
As far as gender, Mrs. Poop is dying to know but for some strange reason she chose this as the one time to let me have my way. She can't stand the fact that the ultrasound tech knows the sex of our baby and we don't. I'm glad the lady was able to see because I know Mrs. Poop was trying to figure it out. But they move the thing so fast, and it's hard to see what's what, especially when it's really magnified that I don't think the untrained eye can see the gender unless it's pointed out.
Mrs. Poop will have another chance to ruin the surprise in a few weeks.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
News Delivery
Over the past 5 days I've heard from almost every Poophead congratulating me on Baby Poop.
Some of you have expressed shock, surprise, outrage and even dismay that I used the blog to disseminate such news.
For us, this was a great way to share the news.
We enjoyed reading your congratulatory e-mail missives and receiving your phone calls. For us it's a much better process than making 20 phone calls and more fun than sending out one mass mail.
We're sorry if some of you felt left out or unimportant because you weren't called or notified directly.
But this is the way we chose to share our news because it was fun for us. I hope when you are fruitful and multiply that you choose to contact us in whichever medium you choose because we'd be very happy to receive your call, letter, e-mail or singing telegram.
One side note about the miscarriage. Maybe this is a thing a lot of people do feel should be private, and at first we felt the same way. As a matter of fact hardly anyone knew until February 22nd. But some people did know, and we had to talk about it a lot with doctors so it didn't feel like such a private matter. And we felt that keeping it secret gave it undue importance, made it a major issue, as opposed to what it is now, just a minor bad thing that happened once, that no longer matters.
Hopefully, should any of you in the future (god forbid) suffer that tragedy you will know that the Poops are here for you and have gone through the same thing. We took great comfort in friends of ours who had a miscarriage, followed by a healthy pregnancy and were able to support us.
Some of you have expressed shock, surprise, outrage and even dismay that I used the blog to disseminate such news.
For us, this was a great way to share the news.
We enjoyed reading your congratulatory e-mail missives and receiving your phone calls. For us it's a much better process than making 20 phone calls and more fun than sending out one mass mail.
We're sorry if some of you felt left out or unimportant because you weren't called or notified directly.
But this is the way we chose to share our news because it was fun for us. I hope when you are fruitful and multiply that you choose to contact us in whichever medium you choose because we'd be very happy to receive your call, letter, e-mail or singing telegram.
One side note about the miscarriage. Maybe this is a thing a lot of people do feel should be private, and at first we felt the same way. As a matter of fact hardly anyone knew until February 22nd. But some people did know, and we had to talk about it a lot with doctors so it didn't feel like such a private matter. And we felt that keeping it secret gave it undue importance, made it a major issue, as opposed to what it is now, just a minor bad thing that happened once, that no longer matters.
Hopefully, should any of you in the future (god forbid) suffer that tragedy you will know that the Poops are here for you and have gone through the same thing. We took great comfort in friends of ours who had a miscarriage, followed by a healthy pregnancy and were able to support us.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
A Change Is Gonna Come I
Mrs. Poop is pregnant!
Yesterday we had our 12 week (roughly) ultrasound and everything looks good.
We will not be finding out the gender (unless Mrs. Poop changes her mind) and although we have an agreement in terms on first and middle names for both possibilities, we will not be sharing those with anyone (unless Mrs. Poop changes her mind).
We are sharing this information on February 22nd because that was the due date for our first pregnancy which miscarried over the summer.
We were also told that this pregnancy would probably end in miscarriage but the ultrasound to confirm it, showed a healthy baby with a heartbeat.
Two subsequent ultrasounds showed healthy and normal development so we expecting a baby on or about September 9th.
Yesterday we had our 12 week (roughly) ultrasound and everything looks good.
We will not be finding out the gender (unless Mrs. Poop changes her mind) and although we have an agreement in terms on first and middle names for both possibilities, we will not be sharing those with anyone (unless Mrs. Poop changes her mind).
We are sharing this information on February 22nd because that was the due date for our first pregnancy which miscarried over the summer.
We were also told that this pregnancy would probably end in miscarriage but the ultrasound to confirm it, showed a healthy baby with a heartbeat.
Two subsequent ultrasounds showed healthy and normal development so we expecting a baby on or about September 9th.
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