We have been having a lot of fun here in Casa Booski.

During both of the last two evenings, Noah has worn himself out by dancing and doing laps through our living room, dining room, and hall, both while giggling like a maniac. (Note: linked files are long.)

Tonight, he also asked that we get out the fabric tunnel. (By ask, I mean walked over to where it sits tied into a big round donut, touched it, and looked at me while going “Enh. Ennnh. Ennnnnnhhhhh!” until I figured out what he wanted.)

That was almost funnier than the dancing and running laps.

Feet!Almost Out of the Tunnel

Sadly, wearing himself out has not precluded waking up at 2 am. Loudly and with great frustration. And staying awake.

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We have also been having some stress. This thyroid thing, while not apparently dangerous, is also no joke.

Jill is on a low dose of thyroid replacement hormone, and they will do another round of bloodwork in a couple of weeks to see if things have improved enough that she can TTC. If not, more drugs, more tests, and more delays. If we are lucky, she will get to start right around her birthday, a not so wonderful reminder that our chances are steadily decreasing.

Aunt Anna is bored out of her gourd on bedrest. The baby has dropped and seems to be contemplating making an appearance. When I’m there June 9 & 10, maybe I’ll be meeting him.

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It appears that my high school class is having a 20th reunion after all! (If you are in my graduating class and read this, I gave Engrid your email address, assuming I have it. I also gave her all the teacher email addresses I could find, mostly pilfered from Sandra’s emails.)

And it is the weekend after BlogHer, which turns out to be convenient — I’d been planning to go to Milwaukee for the weekend before BlogHer, but now I think I’ll go the weekend after.

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Dammit. Not convenient after all. We just consulted a calendar, including our best estimate of when Jill will be ovulating, assuming we get all the thyroid stuff sorted out. Looks like the week we would be in Milwaukee.

That bites.

Pretty much that means that either we wait to TTC, or Jill doesn’t come to my reunion with me. And both of us deal with a high energy toddler alone in an airport.

Probable plan du jour:

1) I go to BlogHer by myself

2) Jill and Noah go to Milwaukee, where I meet them after Saturday’s BlogHer sessions are over (skipping Saturday dinner & parties).

3) Jill leaves Milwaukee maybe on Wednesday; earlier if she surges early. We ask around to see if any of our doctor friends there can check to see how many follicles she has and how they look — if they don’t look promising, no leaving early.

4) Noah hangs out with Grandma while I go to reunion. This especially means PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE GOING. And those of you who are a year (or two) ahead or behind us, wouldn’t that week be a good time to visit Milwaukee?
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Sudden thought: Hey Lizzie, will your work send you to BlogHer? Where we could hang out with Lizzy? Mebbe yall could do a similar first part of our logistical crazy dance and then we can have a week long playdate in Milwaukee while our friends with jobs there are at work.

Noah started his new day care yesterday. I mostly like it, and I think he does too. There are 10 children in his classroom, aged 1-2, all walking. Two other new kids start next week, and the 3 biggest kids in the class move on to the next class.

The only thing troubling me right now is how the teachers handle kids fighting over toys. Am I crazy? They don’t intervene unless things get violent. There’s no effort to teach them to share, or to take turns, or not to take a toy away from another child. The teacher told me that they’ve seen that almost always, one of the children will move on to something else.

Well, we shall see.

Yogurt Action Shot

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I think I’ve said this before, but after all the heart-melting love, the next best thing about being a parent is getting to watch your child learn. It is so cool! I never realized before that you could actually observe the process of *learning*.

Right now, over the last maybe 2 days, Noah has been learning the idea of counting. I can’t tell you how many things he’s announced that there were TWO of — spoons, arms, balls, cars….

This morning, after he’d been nursing for awhile (guess what else there are two of?) and he started playing with the buttons on my nightshirt, I decided to see what he’d do with the idea of 3.

So I rearranged myself to make sure he could see all 3 buttons (they’re decorative, not functional, and near the collar) and carefully counted them. OH!MY!GOD! Three is even more exciting than two.

But not as exciting as GoGo. Whom we are not watching until AFTER we get dressed and wake up Mommy. I’m sorry sweetie, but GoGo is still sleeping. Let’s change your diaper and get ready for school! No, we’re not going to watch GoGo until after that. I’m sorry you’re upset, but we’re changing your diaper now.

Sorry. Distracted by my early morning conversation. Why is it, do you suppose, that changing the diaper provokes so much fury and upset every single morning?

I’ve been thinking a lot about politics recently, mostly in the context of all the hoopla around immigration. I don’t get to think about this until I’m driving and listening to NPR, but that’s a good 45 minutes each day, and last week I went to the State Dems annual dinner and heard John Edwards speak (not to be confused with John Edward), so politics is reemerging in my mind again recently.

Anyway. My point is that I just don’t understand the people who want to build a great big fence, either literally or metaphorically, around the US. I mean really! This country would be completely and utterly different if it weren’t for the labor and the dreams of immigrants.

My own grandparents were immigrants — my grandmother came here with her sister, and an 8th grade education. She worked as a nanny, a waitress, and a retail clerk, luckily marrying my grandfather along the way. He was an engineer with a master’s degree, so they had it easier than a lot of immigrant families. But they — like so many others — lived the immigrant American dream. Of their three children, one is a doctor, one is a teacher, and one a politician.

I don’t think most so-called illegal immigrants are much different from my grandparents.

If there are people we’re specifically worried about, we should certainly investigate them. But I don’t think there is any practical way to round up 11 million people living and working in the United States and send them “home” without our becoming a police state with a severely damaged economy.

The fact of the matter is, very few US citizens are willing to take the agricultural jobs that provide the rest of us with affordable food.

More than anything else, though, what troubles me is how mean the anti-immigration people are. Yesterday morning on NPR, there was a sound bite from a woman representing one of those right-wing anti-immigration organizations. When asked about what should happen when illegal immigrants are arrested and separated from their US citizen children, she basically said, “Too bad! Those people should have thought about that before having children.”

Because people having sex are usually thinking about what might happen to them a year or more down the road if they happen to get pregnant and have children and get arrested. Maybe those moms should have had abortions once they realized they were pregnant. Oh wait! That would be having an abortion — surely Ms Right Wing Meanie wasn’t encouraging that. The undocumented immigrants need better abstinence education.

The funniest line I have heard in the entire discussion was from John McCain (whom I do not trust one bit, but he is funny). When he was told that Mitt Romney was criticizing his immigration bill, McCain commented about Romney (who has talked publicly about being a rabbit hunter and also admitted to hiring a lawn care company that employed undocumented immigrants from Guatemala), “Maybe his solution will be to get out his small-varmint gun and drive those Guatemalans off his lawn.”

Your Score: Elmo

You scored 52% Organization, 66% abstract, and 69% extroverted!

This test measured 3 variables.

First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean.

Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type.

Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself.

You are mostly organized, more abstract, and more extroverted.

Most people either love or hate Elmo. I hope you love Elmo, because that’s who you are.

You are both somewhat organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren’t totally obsessed with neatness though. Elmo has the same basic approach. His place is pretty tidy, but he doesn’t spend all of his time cleaning it up.

You both are abstract thinkers. You definitely are not afraid to take chances in life. You only live once. You may notice others around you playing it safe, but you are more concerned with not compromising your desires, and getting everything you can out of life. This is a very romantic approach to life, but hopefully you are also grounded enough to get by. Elmo’s whole life is based on fantasy and his imagination. In the beginning he was a regular character, but now he spends most of his time in this fantasy world.

You are both extroverts. Elmo likes to talk talk talk. He’ll talk with people, goldfish, tables, whatever. Without interaction with others he gets very sad. You definitely enjoy the company of others, and you don’t have problems meeting new people… in fact you probably look forward to it. You are willing to take charge when necessary or work as part of a team.

The other possible characters are
Oscar the Grouch
Big Bird
Cookie Monster
Ernie
Snuffleupagus
Kermit the Frog
Grover
The Count
Guy Smiley
Bert

If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win!

Link: The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test written by greencowsgomoo on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

UPDATE: Please send calming, blood-pressure lowering vibes to my sister. Or prayers, if you are a pray-er. She is back in the hospital today (Monday) and preeclampsia is looking like the problem.

We are waiting to hear if she gets to go home and be on a reduced schedule this week, then modified bed rest until week 37, then induced (best case scenario), admitted and induced pretty much now (worst case scenario) or somewhere in between.

Original Post: I survived my second trip away from Noah. Fortunately, it was shorter than the first one — I left early Saturday morning, and returned VERY late Sunday night. Considerably later than I was supposed to return, thanks to more than 1.5 hours of flight delays.

But it was a great trip. I got to spend some time with my Mom, and also with my sister and her husband. I got to eat Indian food without making Jill suffer — she will go with me, but she doesn’t like it.

Aunt Anna’s shower was fun — the location was cute, although the service left a lot to be desired. But she got a good haul, and we know that little baby Form Derived from a Cube will not be naked, hungry, or stranded, at least not due to lack of resources.

What on earth kind of nickname is Form Derived from a Cube, you ask? Only the best pre-birth baby nickname EVER. Uncle Jason is also an artist and art dealer, and his artistic mentor was the late Sol LeWitt. When LeWitt passed away last month, they discussed the possibility of honoring him in the name of their baby, and while no information is forthcoming about the name of the actual baby, the nickname is sticking.

Also, Jason’s current gallery show lent itself to an awesome baby shower game, a word search of items and ideas related to the baby and his family. Of the 30 words, no one was able to find more than 23. The puzzlemaker at discovery.com is awesomely hard!!!

I’ll be back in NYC in a couple of weeks, for the Katie Orenstein Op-Ed class.

Does anyone want to get together, babies and kiddies included, for a Saturday afternoon post-nap picnic in Central Park? June 9. The class, which I’m taking with my friend Brandi, is all day June 10.

I leave it to Lizzy and the other New Yorkers to come up with a more specific location accessible to the gigantically pregnant and to the toddling. (And of course, if other Northeasterners, and others, feel like visiting New York that weekend, that would make it even more delicious.)

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