Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Each school has their own set of issues, but the overall "crime" is the same - players received some type of benefit strictly for being a football player at their respective school. This has been an NC-double-A rule since the beginning of time. When a college recruit signs their name on the dotted line stating they can basically get a college degree for free (as long as they don't receive anything extra on the side), they more or less become the property of their school. Each player is told from the beginning that they are not allowed to receive ANY type of benefit strictly for being a ball player. They aren't supposed to get discounts on food, clothing, cars, whatever... and they aren't allowed to sell anything given to them by the college for cash or discounts on services received. Everyone clear on the rules? K, good.
I have a couple issues with this whole situation. First, I think these colleges forget who they're dealing with. These are kids (usually fresh out of high school) who typically had nothing growing up. They have been thrust from the poor neighborhood they grew up in to the big stage of DI college football. They are blinded by the bright lights of stardom and are surrounded by people who want to reward them for being a star. When you were growing up, rich or poor, you wanted to be rewarded for your effort, right? So some booster slips you a handful of Benjamins after you have a good game, so what? Who's getting hurt here?
I'll tell you who: the kid who buses tables late at night just to pay for his/her next semester's $900 worth of textbooks. Or the kid who spends more time in the library than the football player does on the field. I bet those kids get better grades than the jocks who are on a full-ride scholarship - and where is their reward? Is there a booster standing outside their classroom handing them a free pass to the local gentleman's club just because they got an A on their last mid-term? I don't think so, Scooter.
Some argue that the degree is their reward. Ok, I'll buy that. But, they aren't getting their degree for free like the jock is. Let's be honest, most jocks are basically getting a 4 (or 5)-year audition for their next job (the NFL, in this case) for free. Go ask the busboy how much he's had to shell out to spruce up his resume. Ask him how much he's had to spend on nice clothes for his job interviews. Or what about the non-paid internship he completed last summer? I'll take "Broke as a Joke" for $200, Alex. Oh, it's a Daily Double? Good thing I can risk up to $1,000 since I don't have any money at the moment.
Bottom line: surrounding teenagers with the opportunity to do the wrong thing but telling them not to take the bait is a recipe for disaster.
Many people feel that since the colleges are making so much money off these star athletes that they should pay them. Well I got news for ya - they kinda already are. As much as we try not to admit it, higher education is a business - and a big one at that. It's simple economics - us normal folk pay money for a good and/or service (which in this case is getting educated on various matters of the world) and we receive a shiny piece of paper with the school's emblem on it stating that we paid for said goods and/or services. Kind of like a receipt, yeah?
Well, in this case - the busboy is paying in cash and the athlete is paying in sweat. Now don't get me wrong, I realize that the football players pay a hefty price too. Only their currency is their body - pulled muscles, torn ACLs, separated shoulders, broken fingers, etc. Trust an aging has-been, they'll miss their knees when they're older.
My point is that the payments aren't equal between the athletes and the non-athletes. The bookworm (or their parents) pay tens of thousands of dollars for them to go to college, study hard and bust their behind for years in order to obtain their receipt... I mean, degree. The football players don't pay a dime, skip class, barely stay eligible, and go to practice for a couple hours six days a week. Then, the overwhelming majority don't even finish their degree and leave for the big NFL payday. And the ones that don't go to the NFL stay in college and still earn their degree for free.
Everyone knows that athletes on full-ride scholarships to big-name schools don't get treated the same as the John Q. Student's of the university. What really bothers me is that shady boosters and rich alumni don't seem to care. These football players are getting enough help as it is... they don't need your wads of cash, free cars and scantily clad women dangled in front of them. It's not going to make them play harder, it's just going to confuse them when they get into the real world and realize that there is no such thing as a free lunch.
Just let the kids be, you know, kids.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
She is cruising around pretty much everything these days... the couch, her toys that are tall enough to stand up and lean on, the end tables, the doors, chairs, us... everything. She has been brave enough to stand alone and take a few steps toward something she wants, but once she realizes she's not being supported by something, she'll fall to the ground and do her turbo crawl toward something else. She's also become quite the mimic... once you say or do something to her a few times, she'll try her best impersonation of doing it back. This morning, her loyal buddy Scarlett was laying right next to her (typical), and was panting... you know, the usual dog pant. Alli leaned over to her and started panting too. It was hilarious, she did it a few times, and when she sees us laughing, it only eggs her on. It was precious.
Weight: Not sure, no weigh in or doctor's appointments this month (thank goodness), if I had to guess I'd say right around 19-20 lbs
Length: Same as above, no for sure measurements, but she seems to be getting taller to me... especially because we see her standing all the time now
Diaper Size: 3's (we're down to our last 3 packages from our baby showers... still so grateful for all of our family and friends so we've really only had to purchase one pack of diapers in 10 months!)
Clothing Size: 9-12 month, depending on where it's from
Shoe Size: 3's... we did go to the store to get her fitted for some shoes, but she kept curling her toes so much that we just said forget it still, she's still not a huge fan of shoes
Food: Similac bottles, trying with the sippy cup (formula and water), lots of "adult" food and less and less baby food, Gerber crunchies are still her favorite snack
Naps: Well here's a kicker... she moved up to the new class at school and they only give them one nap from around noon to 2:30-3ish.. so yeah it's about 2-2 1/2 hrs... but at home she still does her normal 1-1 1/2 hrs in the morning and about an hour in the afternoon too... so her patterns are kind of crazy depending if she goes to school or not
Sleep: Bed by 6:45-7ish, up by 6ish
Teeth: SEVEN, working on #8, you can see it and almost feel it, just hasn't quite broken through yet
Sounds: Dada, mama, baba, ga, "daaww" (dog), "uhhhhh" (uh-oh), and lots of other squeals and shrieks we haven't quite figured out yet
Play: Pulling up, clapping (a lot), waving bye-bye, "cruising" along things, turbo crawling, mimicking, getting into everything... etc etc etc
New buddies: Her new classmates in her new room at school and new friends from the birthday party she went to today!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
When it comes to sports, I'm a bit of an OG. No, not an Original Gangsta, but an Old Guy. In my 16 years of competitive/varsity sports, I was the epitome of what many people call "Old School". I didn't have the latest flashy shoes that were guaranteed to make you run faster, jump higher, etc. I didn't take supplements to grow muscles out my ears. I didn't get tattoos or piercings to intimidate the opponents; I still have zero to this day, for what it's worth. I didn't trash talk during the game to belittle my opponent. And I damn sure didn't celebrate excessively after I performed well.
Obviously, much of this isn't applicable for the really young kids - elementary/middle schoolers aren't really getting tatted up or getting hormone injections. Or are they? These days, prodigies seem to be younger, stronger and faster than their predecessors. Maybe it's just the older I get, the faster everyone else seems.
But my question is, how young is too young? When is the cut-off from being just a kid playing a pick-up game to being on television as the next quasi-amateur sports champion?
The lead on the 10 pm SportsCenter last night was the Little League World Series. OK, I guess. But then they interviewed a 12-year-old. Asked him how it “felt” to have the game-winning hit. He said it felt “great.” Well, of course he did. Then the “reporter” asked him if he’d like to elaborate. The kid said he couldn't. Well, of course he couldn't. HE’S A 12-YEAR-OLD KID.
Can we dispense with interrogating little kids, please?
I really hate this kind of reporting. As such, I don't understand why a high school football team from Cocoa Beach, FL, is playing a game in Cincinnati, OH. I abhor the whole AAU culture in kid basketball. And I really don't need to hear the words of a 12-year-old baseball player.
Can kids be kids, or do we need to corrupt them, too? Nothing says false self-importance quite like the Worldwide Leader interviewing you before you reach junior high. Unless it’s some recruiting website/magazine deciding you’re the 6th best 5th grade basketball player in America. Just stop, K?
This has been a growing trend for many years now. It ranges from the Stage Moms dressing their daughters up like prom queens and prancing them around on stage to win a big shiny piece of metal, all the way to the overbearing father who has junior in the back yard throwing footballs through a tire swing until the sun goes down... even though he's only nine years old.
My father played lots of sport growing up, and he was pretty good at just about all of them. And by pretty good, I mean really good. He not only still holds his high school's record for the Shot Put, but still holds multiple basketball records as well. He also received a full-ride athletic scholarship to the University of Mississippi for basketball (back when white guys got basketball scholarships). In other words, the guy could ball. But did he have me out on the driveway shooting free-throws until my arms gave out?
He let me choose which sports I wanted to play - and which ones I no longer wanted to play - which included his beloved sport of basketball. I'm not saying that a little piece of his heart didn't break the day his youngest son told him he didn't want to play b-ball any longer, but he hasn't given me an ounce of grief about it to this day. Being that I was in 6th grade at the time, he was just letting a kid be a kid.
That's something I have kept in the back of my mind ever since then. When you learn that you're about to become a parent, even if it's not for the first time, you can't help but think about what your child will take interest in as they grow up. Will they like music or sports? Reading or arithmetic? "Catcher in the Rye" or The Immaculate Reception? I think too many parents are making those decisions for their child instead of with their child.
It's this type of parental pressure that has caused kids to become so driven and over-competitive that they take all the fun out of the game. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those wussy parents that thinks "everyone should get playing time at every level" and even the losing team gets a trophy. Some good, healthy competition prepares kids for real life where everything isn't just handed to them. But, they should still be having fun, right? That's why we play the game in the first place isn't it?
They're kids... just let them, you know, play.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
To boil it all down, Alli has been sick and is now teething, Mommy B and I have medical/insurance bills coming in the door like they're on a conveyor belt (and we're actually a really healthy family), and the weather has kind of blown this summer. We've been able to get Alli to the beach a couple times, but not nearly as many as I was hoping - it's just been too damn hot. I'm talking 110-120 degree heat index hot. I don't care where you are, that's too freakin' hot... especially for an infant who can't exactly dive under water when she gets too warm. And now that things are finally cooling down a bit (low 90's), we have Hurricane Irene barreling towards the eastern seaboard.
I've always noticed that things come in waves - things will be really calm for a while, then all of a sudden the fit hits the shan and you have to deal with a whole bunch of things at once. When it rains, it pours - especially this weekend when the hurricane rumbles past the South Carolina coast. I can't wait to see how many people freak out and start heading for the hills. Should be interesting trying to evacuate 300,000+ people with only 2 lanes of highway heading out of town that actually lead you away from the coast. Oh there are other highways out of town, but none of them will get you out of harm's way.
The silver lining to all this is that it will all be over soon. Alli's teeth are almost in, which should get rid of the coughing at night. We have plenty of savings to cover the bills (that still doesn't make me hate them any less). The storm will pass - both literally and figuratively. Hopefully that means that there are calmer waters ahead so we can get back to normal. But then again, when you have a bouncing baby girl around the house, nothing is really "normal" anymore. We have a crazy life, but it's better than having a boring one.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
All jokes aside, it concerned Mommy B and I that she would still cough at night. Even if it didn't wake her up all the way, it still disturbed her sleeping. And it woke us up, no matter what. We were on the verge of taking her back to the doctor and asking WTF? Sunday was a real picnic - she was fussy all day, wouldn't take her afternoon nap, and had a runny nose basically all weekend. We tried putting her down for her afternoon nap, but she wasn't having it. Her nose kept running, and she tried to wipe it so much that she actually cut the side of her nostril with her fingernail and it started bleeding. Needless to say, Mommy B freaked out when she went to go check on Alli and saw blood coming from her nose.
We picked her up and she was hot to the touch. We took her temperature and she was running a low-grade fever. Nothing major, but she seemed to just be all-around miserable. We stripped her down to her diaper and tried everything we could to cool her down. After some Tylenol, a cool rag on her back, a few minutes of clinging to Mommy and watching Dad-E do yard work, she had calmed down and was feeling better.
We decided to call it an early night for the poor kiddo, since she had been awake since 10am and it was after 5pm at that point. We gave her a cooler-than-normal bath and she seemed to be in much better spirits, although tired still. We took her out to dry her off, and that's when it all made perfect sense. Mommy B was helping Alli brush her six teeth, and was checking things out in her mouth - and that's when she saw them...
BAM! Two more bottom teeth are about to pop through! In an instant, everything was explained and it all became perfectly clear. It explained the fussiness and irritability lately, as well as the runny nose and low-grade fever. But more importantly, it explained why her cough appeared to never go away. It wasn't that it never went away, it was that she started teething right after her Croup - and the excess saliva had been causing her to cough at night!
It's been a couple months since she's had any teeth come in, and we must've forgotten what she was like when teeth are about to pop through. In any case, upon further inspection, it appears that her next two bottom teeth on both sides are about to bust through. I estimated that we'll probably be able to feel them by Wednesday or Thursday. We'll have to see if my guess is right.
It was such a relief to Mommy B and I on so many levels. We finally had an explanation for all the crap... I mean, trouble we've been going through for the past couple of weeks. And, hopefully it means that things should be getting better and Alli should be back to normal fairly soon. I can't believe she's going to have 8 teeth in by the time she's 10 months old... that's got to be some kind of record or something.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
When she's at home with Mommy B on her days off, that's all she does... just crawls to the nearest piece of furniture, large toy or human leg and immediately uses it to stand herself up. Of course, the only problem is that she's stuck there once she stands up... unless she's standing against the front of the couch or bathtub - in which case she shuffles herself along the side like a tightrope walker. If she wants to get somewhere, she has to lower herself back down and crawl to her destination.
When she first started pulling herself up on things, it was a two-handed, hanging-on-for-dear-life type deal. She would stand there looking around, but never let go of whatever it was that was holding her steady. Now, she resorts to the one-handed, holding-my-other-hand-out-so-you-can-tag-me-like-we're-in-a-WWF-wrestling-match pose. You know, kind of like you did as a kid playing tag but didn't want to let go of "base". This is a good thing because it means she's gaining more balance and is more steady on her feet.
Yesterday, I actually caught her free-standing for about three or four seconds while she was trying to eat her plastic phone. She did great for a few seconds, but then she realized that she wasn't holding onto anything to keep her steady and it was down to the butt again. I know that in time those few seconds will become a few minutes - and it'll be game over after that. I can already tell that she's a curious little one and that once she starts walking on her own, I'm going to be in big trouble.
Either way, she just wants to be up and moving all the time now. She has reached that awkward phase where she wants to be able to walk, but hasn't put it all together yet. She went through the same phase before she started crawling, and now it's happening again. I hope for her sake that she ends up with her grandparents' genes and is tall, because I think she likes how things look from up there.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
|Alli coming home from the hospital, 1 day old|
|Alli 3 months|
|Alli 3 months|
|Alli 5 months|
At one point, she looked just about bald... and we could tell there was other hair growing in, and it was super tow-head blond...
|Alli 7 months|
|Alli 8 months|
|Alli 9 months|
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
And as of yesterday, all that changed... she is in a completely new classroom with completely new teachers. I was so nervous that we were going to be back to square one - that she wasn't going to get her naps in (which makes for a not-very-fun-Alli in the evening), that she wasn't going to eat like she normally does, that the bigger kids were going to step on her hands because some of them can walk, and every other possible negative scenario I could think of. Call it being a parent. I wasn't as choked up as I thought I was going to be when I dropped her off, but couldn't help being anxious for the day to go by so I could see how things went.
But, just like her very first day at daycare, all my fears were put to rest by the time I picked her up. I walked in and she was all smiles, just like normal. She even crawled over to me and started pulling on my shorts. I talked to her teacher and she said that she knew Alli very well and was familiar with her schedule already. She ate at the same times she normally does, and took a nice long nap in the middle of the day. While that is a bit unusual, I was glad to see that she had slept so well on her first day in a new place. Also, a handful of kids that used to be in Alli's old class are already in her new one, and a handful of kids moved up with her. So she's pretty much hanging out with the same group of kids she's been with for the past 6 months.
It was just another thing to add to my list of compliments for Alli's daycare. The teachers switch up classes every once in a while so they can learn about the kids that will be coming to their classroom soon. They also brought Alli over to her new room a few times before yesterday so she could get familiar with her new surroundings. Long story short, this was as smooth a transition as I could have asked for.
Like Mommy B, now that the nerves are gone I'm actually very excited for her to be in this new classroom. She has new toys to play with and new activities to participate in. They also have a big foam mat that the kids can climb on without having to worry about them falling and hitting the hard floor. I was really excited about that... and I have a feeling Alli is too. Plus, some of the older kids are walking - and I'm sure she'll be watching them and taking notes the whole time... just like she did before she started crawling. It'll just be a matter of time before she puts it all together and starts walking around to keep up with them.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Anyway, anytime a kid gets hurt/injured at daycare, the teachers are required to write up an "incident report" that details exactly what happened, what care/first aid was given, yadda yadda yadda. Alli has only had one of these reports written up in her 6+ months at daycare, and it was just for a bump on the head when she pulled a large toy over on herself. That's my lil weight-lifter... The good part about that situation was that she wasn't assaulted by another infant, otherwise I'd have to whup some baby behinds up in that piece. I can live with self-sustained injuries because that means she was just being curious and maybe a little clumsy (as all infants are) - but if it was another kid just being an ass, we were gonna have words.
Well when I picked Alli up on Wednesday, they had another incident report for me to sign. This time, it was for the bite mark she had on her left bicep. Her teachers explained that they didn't see who bit her, and part of the reason why was because Alli never cried about it. They just happen to look over and there were teeth marks on her arm. They took care of it as best they could, but it didn't seem to bother Alli at all.
Normally when you see teeth marks, you naturally assume that someone else put them there. I was all ready to roll up my sleeves and start tossing babies around, but no one fessed up to the crime. And since Alli can't talk yet, she isn't able to tell me who tried to take a chunk out of her skin. Obviously I'm not going to roundhouse kick an infant for biting my child, so there really wasn't anything I could do about it anyway. But needless to say, I was still a little upset about the whole situation.
I brought Alli home and we played together for the rest of the afternoon while Mommy B was still at work. I happened to notice something interesting about Alli's behavior that afternoon though - she was biting everything she touched. Her toys, the dog's toys, my fingers, the strings on my shorts, everything. I also began to notice the position of the teeth marks on her skin. Then, the light bulb went off.
I think Alli had bitten herself. It made perfect sense... her teachers hadn't seen anyone do it to her, she never cried AND there aren't that many other kids in her class that have that many teeth. I could almost count the teeth on her skin, and it looked very similar to the pearly whites she's sportin' these days. The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that Alli's injury was self-inflicted. Maybe I was just trying to convince myself of that so I could sleep better that night. Either way, I'm glad that it didn't seem to bother her at all and the marks are pretty much gone now. Mommy B has been working so much the last few days that she didn't even get to see them! Perhaps that's a good thing...
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Those of you out there who have put your child(ren) through daycare know all about Daycare Crud. Let's be honest, putting a dozen infants/toddlers together in a room and turning them loose isn't exactly the most sanitary environment in the world. Basically, it's a petri dish of germs. And since kids are born with next to no immune system, they catch anything and everything that's out there. The only good side to this is that they get sick and get better relatively quickly (compared to older folks). Usually it's minor colds and coughs, maybe a low-grade fever here and there - but typically nothing major.
While this process can be draining on us parents - with constantly waking us up at night and breaking out the Children's Tylenol - it's a part of growing up that helps strengthen their little immune systems so they won't get sick later on in life when it's harder for the body to fight off the infection. Well guess what? Dad-E didn't grow up going to daycare - which means I never had the opportunity to build up an immune system to battle the Daycare Crud. Which, in turn, means that I catch everything that Alli brings home with her.
Alli has only been sick a couple times since she was born, so I guess we've been lucky in that respect. However, guess who has gotten sick each week after Alli did? This guy. That's right, I'm now fighting sinus congestion and a sore throat (which has been my M.O. since I was born) a week after Alli was. I don't have the cough that she did, but that could be coming soon. Adults don't get Croup, but this could just be the way my body is fighting it off.
So here I am, 27 years old and I'm having to fight off the same colds that Alli is because I never spent a minute at daycare when I was young. And guess who is galavantin' around all healthy? You know who - Mommy B. She not only spent her childhood at daycare, but also has years of pediatric nursing under her belt. A kid could sneeze into her open mouth and she wouldn't get sick. Makes me sick-er just thinking about it. I have to say that it stinks getting sick right after Alli does, but at least I'll be ready for when the next kid starts bringing home the Daycare Crud.
One big thing her teachers from this classroom told us to work on with her is using a sippy cup, They like for them to be using sippy cups in the new "big kids classroom", so we've been trying. Needless to say, it has not been easy. (Has Alli really ever been easy?? She's been quite a handful since day one... ha!) We have the soft rubbery spout ones, the hard spout ones, the ones with handles, ones without, the straw type ones... nothing really seems to work. She does okay when it's just water she's drinking out of it, but when it comes to her milk time, she wants her bottle! I do remember how long it took and how frustrating it was for her to ever take a bottle to begin with... and now, she won't let it go! She drinks out of our regular cups, our water bottles, our Gatorade bottles, etc... but she's just not feeling the sippy cup thing. They try with her at daycare too, and say she's getting a little better each day, but it's been a battle. Any advise in this department from anyone? Maybe she can skip sippy cups and go right to regular cups?
Monday, August 8, 2011
Even though I've run track ever since I could walk, my 40 time was never that impressive. I would always tell people, "I'm not quick, I'm fast." Meaning that my first few steps weren't my best, but once I got going, you had better watch out. Once I became a cornerback in college, I dramatically improved my lateral speed - which comes in handy when you have to change directions all the time.
Well, this weekend I got to unofficially test my 40 speed for the first time since I began my retirement. Only this test was a much different situation than cleats and a stopwatch. Allow me to paint the picture for you...
It's probably 40 steps from the couch in our living room to Alli's crib. That includes walking across the living room and foyer, up the stairs to the second floor (which has two landings and takes three turns just to get into the hallway), down part of the hall, a 180-degree turn into her bedroom and a few steps across her room to her crib.
It was Sunday afternoon and Mommy B and I had just put Alli down for her afternoon nap and were lounging on the couch. After a few minutes of Alli crying (which is normal these days), it got quiet - which Mommy B and I took as a good sign that she was probably asleep or very close to it. Then, we both heard a loud noise come from upstairs. It sounded like something had hit the ground really hard.
Mommy B and I looked at each other for a split second and feared the worst - that she had fallen out of the crib. I was up off the couch and to the stairs faster than a jack rabbit - Mommy B close behind me. As I raced up the stairs, I couldn't help get more worried that I didn't hear Alli screaming. This could only mean that she had fallen out of the crib and had knocked herself out, right? Using the wall and railing to guide myself at breakneck speeds, I bounded up the stairs and flew through her bedroom door like it wasn't even there.
And that's when I found Alli...
Standing up, leaning on the side of the crib railing with a big smile on her face - perfectly safe and sound. My heart was racing, but I was finally able to take a breath once I saw that my baby girl was unharmed. Mommy B came in right behind me, and took a deep breath once she saw that Alli was okay. I picked Alli up, giggles and all, and held her close. I was so relieved that she hadn't fallen out of the crib.
I looked at the crib again and realized that since we just lowered it a couple weeks ago, there was no way she could have gotten out. So, I looked around the room to see what could have caused the loud noise we heard just moments before. Nothing seemed out of place in her room, which we found odd. I walked down the hall into the other bedrooms - nothing. Mommy B walked into our bathroom and found that her shampoo bottle had fallen off it's shelf and hit the floor of the shower.
We're still not sure what could have caused something like that to happen, other than ghosts, perhaps. Regardless, we were just happy that our little girl was safe. We put her back in her crib and went back downstairs. We both sat on the couch for a few minutes to let our hearts stop racing.
Mommy B commented that she's never seen me move that fast before. I said "It's a little different when it's your kid you're running after as opposed to a stranger with a football." I guess I still have some moves even in my retirement years. I'm not sure what my real 40 time might be these days, but now I know how fast I can make it from the couch to the crib - no time flat.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
I am so sorry that you still have an annoying cough that continues to wake you up at night. (Which wakes mommy and daddy up too.) The cough wakes you up throughout the night, which means you aren't well rested, and you're miserable for most of the day. (Which means mommy and daddy are miserable too.) You're cough and sickness has been passed on to Dad-E now too... (Which means mommy has two babies at home, everyone knows how guys are when they're sick!) =) But honestly, we just want you to feel better so you can be happy, smiley Ru again. You are getting better, but slowly. Please hurry up.
We love you and hope you feel better soon!
B & E (& Scarlett too!! She definitely misses her sleep!)
Thursday, August 4, 2011
How much crib would an Alli Ru chew if an Alli Ru could chew crib?
She'd chew enough crib to leave teeth marks and ruin it for her future lil sib.
She'd chew enough that her parents need to buy protectors for the rails of the crib,
She'd chew enough that she may need a wood absorbing bib.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
He actually quoted the Kenny Chesney song "There Goes my Life", which I think is fitting for that type of situation. We raise them to leave. We start by teaching them... and they end up teaching us. We tell them to be good, be kind to others, and do unto others as you would want others to do unto you. Oh yeah, and eat your vegetables. I know that in a blink of an eye, I'll be hugging my little baby girl before she embarks on whatever life has in store for her. Or, perhaps, whatever she has in store for life.
This past weekend Alli got sick - she had a raspy cough and she began wheezing every time she took a breath. We took her to the MUSC after hours facility in North Charleston, and they believed she had contracted Croup. It's a breathing difficulty accompanied by a "barking" cough... so it seemed to match the doctor's diagnosis. They gave her an oral steroid to help relieve some of the inflammation in her airway, but informed us that we would have to be admitted to the ER downtown (Mommy B's work) in order to get the breathing treatment they recommended for Alli. OK, no big deal - I know where my wife works, right? Wrong.
Because it was a respiratory illness, Alli had to be taken by ambulance to the ER. In the event something happened to her on the way, the paramedics could give her the appropriate treatment. Being that we had just taken Alli to the beach earlier that day, Johnny Thinwallet over here just saw dollar signs flashing in his eyes the moment the doctor mentioned an ambulance ride. Even with insurance, I couldn't fathom how much this trip was going to cost. But in the end, I knew we had to do what was best for Alli.
So in came a stretcher and two paramedics, and out went Mommy B and Alli, riding on her lap. They told me to follow them to the ER, but if they flipped on the lights and took off, not to try and keep up. I said to myself, "The hell I won't! You guys take off, and The White Flash in the Honda Pilot is right behind you. I know where I'm going, I'll beat you there if I have to." Nothing of that nature occurred, but that was a drive I hope to NEVER experience ever again. Even though it wasn't a true emergency - I couldn't help but think about my wife and baby girl in the ambulance in front of me... just hoping with everything I had in me that things would turn out all right.
Luckily they did, and Alli showed enough improvement after her breathing treatment that they discharged us after a couple of hours. Alli is still getting better, slowly but surely. She still coughs a little, but nothing like the "barking" we heard before. Things should be clearing up all the way by this weekend.
After reading the columnist's post this morning, I couldn't help but think back on the whole experience. He recalled the big moments in his son's life that he had a direct involvement in - teaching him how to throw a baseball and ride a bike and taking his picture before Prom. It made me realize that these "big" moments are fast approaching for Alli, and that I have to make the most of them. Of course there will be bumps along the road to adulthood (like this past weekend's trip to the ER), but they just make the journey that much more memorable.
We raise them to leave. Equal parts pain and duty and pride, and a sadness that breaks you in two. While Alli still has a few years until she leaves Mommy B and I as every child eventually does - I want to make sure that when she looks back on the moments that shaped her life, she smiles with the same happiness I'll have knowing I helped create them.