Yeah, this is the smile that makes me just melt.

Plus? Noah has started saying “I love you,” which is unbelievably wonderful.

Playing Choo Choo on the Couch

 

Possible TMI Alert: This post will discuss weaning, aka, the end of nursing. If that is a topic that freaks you out, either in general, or you don’t want to think about me in that context, come back tomorrow. Or go read my last current events rant.

Ok, so, we’re working on weaning Noah. He’s been down to only nursing at bedtime for a few months now, with occasional exceptions. (Maybe once more every 10 days, post meltdown tantrum.)

My latest step has been to limit the amount of time we nurse at bedtime. I’ve spent a week or so shooting for 10 minutes on each side, usually succeeding on one side and making it to under 20 on the other.

A few days ago, I got more firm about that.

It didn’t go very well. Bedtime suddenly took over an hour. Neither of us really knew how to handle getting Noah to sleep without me nursing him until he was asleep, then putting him in bed.

In the mean time, Noah was on a strike against dinner. He’d eat nothing or a token bite, and then be legitimately hungry at bedtime, which of course, made limiting the nursing even more unpopular.

So we tried letting him have a bedtime snack of string cheese. (Why cheese? Because a long time ago, I read something on BitchPhD, about cheese bacteria not causing cavities (read the comments, they’re very scientific), which is why she lets her son have cheese as a bedtime snack and might be why the cheese course evolved as the final course in fancy dinners. Also, Noah likes it.)

On the third night of that, Tuesday, I reached the end of my rope. Jill and I made a plan: stories, then diminishing amounts of nursing, then into the crib. If he cries, we check after 3, 5, 7, and 10 minutes.

Wednesday, that worked beyond well. In fact, there was no crying, there was just falling asleep.

Yesterday, it worked a little bit differently, but also well.

Noah snuggled in my lap and we read his new favorite book, “That’s Not My Train!” We even read it all the way through in the traditional page order, and then read 2 pages over again.

Then Noah said, “Bed? Bed?”

“You want to go to bed? Do you want to read the airplane book?”

“No.”

No sooner had Noah’s feet landed in the crib than he began asking, “Cheese? Cheese?”

Feeling both a little guilty and a little disoriented over the fact that we’d just skipped the nursing part of our bedtime ritual for the first time ever, I said I would go downstairs and get Noah a piece of cheese.

When I left the room, he was playing quietly in his crib, in the dark.

I should so not have returned with the cheese. I think. Except then I would have lied to him which I don’t want to do.

Anyway, there was some fussing when I left the room after providing the cheese. It escalated to full blown crying about 5 minutes later.

When I got upstairs, it turned out that the choo-choo had fallen (or was thrown) out of bed. I returned it with the warning that if it fell again, he wouldn’t get it back until tomorrow.

“Cheese??? Cheese???”

Like a sucker, I went downstairs for more cheese.

And when I tried to leave again, there was much more crying and fussing.

I went back on our five minute rule, saw the whole stick of cheese in the crib, took it, agreed to give (half) of it back, gave a short in-crib snuggle, then left again.

There was about 2, maybe 3 minutes of crying.

I got to watch Ugly Betty in its entirety. For the first time this season!

I’m a little blue about string cheese being a substitute for me, but it is what I wanted. It is, I suspect, what I need to do to get pregnant again. And it is nice to be able to come back downstairs after a much shorter bedtime ritual.

And I know that helping Noah learn to fall asleep independently is good for him. I’m doing the right thing for him and for our family. But I’m a little blue about it.

 

I always find it both strange and interesting that when I go on my occasional obtuse political-ish rant, y’all smile, nod, and wait for me to talk about something more interesting to you.

But as Jill and I were discussing this evening on the way home from picking up my now functional car (hurray!), everyone just isn’t interested in the same things. (Jill wishes I were more interested in my car; I think of my car as a giant purse that takes me and any crap I might possibly need from point A to point B.)

Ultimately, we both agree that it’s probably good to have different interests, because how boring would it be if everyone were the same? I suspect you agree, even though you don’t usually comment on those posts, and I know I’ve gotten lots of fun ideas and interesting reads from bloggers on tangents.

Anyway, the car is fixed, the car shop is almost $400 richer, Noah went quietly to sleep tonight for the first time in 3 nights, even though he refused to eat a single solitary bite of his dinner. (We did let him have two pieces of string cheese just before bed.) And we have a plan for weaning at bedtime, which got off to a good start.

Plus, I got a nice check back from my flexible spending account, instead of the paltry $6.54 checks they’ve been sending me, so I actually have a reason to go to the bank tomorrow. And they found Noah’s missing blue choo-choo at church — I’m going to pick it up tomorrow.

The week is getting better.

 

Ok, I know that most of you are not the uber-privacy geeks that I am. You may have missed this “story” on the Internet this week, and you may not care. However, as an obsessive privacy professional, I have been reading and reading, and I am frankly baffled.

At this point, I should also reiterate that everything in this post and this blog represent my personal opinions, and I am not speaking for my employer on this subject. This is important here as I am presently updating my company’s policies and procedures for doing the kinds of things I’m about to discuss. I won’t be discussing the details of what my company does here.

Monday, the Federation of American Scientists Government Secrecy project blog posted Comcast Cable company’s Handbook for Law Enforcement (pdf).

While the document isn’t a generally public document, it is clearly intended for distribution to federal, state, and local law enforcement officials.

It doesn’t contain any big secrets — it says, in some detail, that law enforcement agencies and officers have to very closely follow the law, and that Comcast will check to make sure they are before they provide any information about their customers.

It also notes that Comcast doesn’t charge for investigation of child sexual exploitation, but that for other investigations, they reserve the right to seek cost reimbursement from the government. And it specifically says that Comcast charges $1000 to set up a “Court Ordered Pen Register/Trap and Trace compliant/FISA requiring deployment of an intercept device.

For some reason that I do not understand, that last bit seems to be extremely exciting to some people on the Internet. Even ABC News, who should really know better. Only cNet shared my, “where’s the news here?” view.

Allow me to translate it for those of you who don’t routinely deal with 4th Amendment law.

Court Order: Specific ruling from a judge that you have to do or provide whatever they are ordering you to do or provide. Any time a court ORDERS you to do something, you have to do it. You can challenge the order, and the court might let you wait to comply while the appeal is pending, but they might not. A court order is otherwise 100% mandatory. You can be arrested if you fail to comply.

Pen Register/Trap and Trace: “Trap and trace” and “pen register” are terms leftover from the early days of telephone surveillance orders.

They are orders from the court that a communications provider give the law enforcement agency information about with whom and when the target of the investigation communicated. In the phone world, that’s your call records — you called XXX-XXX-XXXX on Y date and were connected for Z minutes. In the Internet, that’s your email header information, arguably except for the subject line.

FISA Orders: These are court orders from the secret federal Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court, might be the same, or they might include more complete information about what you’re doing — in the Internet, it could be the content of your emails, or even all traffic that goes over the Internet from your connection.

Plenty of people worry that the FISA court and the FBI have access to too much information about US citizens without much oversight. The court system hasn’t yet determined whether or not these laws are unconstitutional.

Incidentally, one of the quirks of the FISA law is that anyone who receives a FISA order is prohibited from discussing even that minimal fact, except as is necessary to implement the order. Even after the surveillance is completed. Comcast cannot say whether or not they have ever even received one of these. It is possible that they never have — concern about terrorism is not the only reason that courts issue surveillance orders.

Unless or until laws like FISA are found unconstitutional, everyone, including Comcast, is obligated to follow those laws.

Deployment of an Intercept Device: Some kinds of surveillance require putting new hardware on a computer network in order to intercept capture the information flowing through it. Others, which might be more narrow in scope, do not. For example, in my experience, it is unlikely that a pen register/trap & trace order for someone’s email records would require the deployment of an intercept device. But different computer networks are set up and designed differently, so there may be some that do require the deployment of additional hardware.

The handbook that sparked this strange controversy is pretty clear — it says that the law enforcement officers have to get all of their legal ducks in a row, and that Comcast will check and only provide the information to which they are legally entitled.

ISN’T THAT A GOOD THING?

I think that protects Comcast customer privacy. I think that’s what we, as companies, are supposed to be doing. There might be details on which we differ, but on the whole…. From a consumer perspective, I haven’t always been happy with Comcast’s customer service. But I’m happy with these policies and procedures.

I am a huge privacy geek. I’ve been a privacy professional and advocate for more than a dozen years. I am sure that I am in the 5% of the population most concerned about privacy protection. And I don’t see what the fuss is here.

The other part that seems to be upsetting people in these stories is that Comcast charges $1000 to set these orders up, and $750 per month after the first month.

I doubt that even begins to recover their actual costs.

I don’t have direct knowledge of how Comcast does these things, but I manage surveillance orders for my company, and I’ve talked about them extensively with the people who do them for other cable companies and other traditional ISPs.

First, the person who gets these orders and figures out if they are legitimate and what information the company has about the target customer is a lawyer. Let’s say it takes them only an hour to do that work — and trust me, it probably takes longer. That’s between $200-500.

Then the lawyer needs to call some network operations engineers, and tell them to drop what they’re doing and install these orders. Depending on the complexity and the degree to which the company has things automated, that could be anywhere from another hour to a team spending a day or two. Call that $100-$10,000.

This charge only appears to apply when Comcast has special intercept equipment that needs to be deployed onto their network. In some cases, this could be to a location near where the target is connected to the Internet, not the corporate headquarters or main technical facilities. I have heard estimates for the equipment costs, not to mention shipping and installing and testing, as high as $20,000 per order.

From that, $1000 seems like an estimate on the far low end of the actual cost.

And remember — these companies are not in business to spy on people. They’re in business to sell phone or Internet service. People in jobs like mine are unprofitable — necessary, but cash sinkholes. And in many of these companies, there is a team of at least 2-3 people just handling the legal side of things. Telephone companies might have a dozen people in those roles.

Here’s my last WTF thought about this “story.” Much has been made about the Comcast manual being “leaked” and “confidential.” But some companies post this information on their websites. Here’s the link to that information for one of Comcast’s competitors, Cox Communications. They do more or less the same thing, and by the way, they charge more.

Did I mention that I’m not an investigative journalist? It wasn’t exactly hard to find that information. But it isn’t in any of the “news stories” or blogs that I found covering this “issue.”

 

It is 9:46 am.

I am spending 5 minutes at work blogging, because if I don’t get this out of my system, I won’t be able to focus at all anyway.

So far, today sucks.

  • I overslept
  • Noah underslept
  • Therefore I didn’t get to finish and post my already-late Blog Day of Action: Environmentalism post.
  • Noah had a tantrum about not being allowed to play outside at 6:15 am. The tantrum was a doozie, among his top 10 so far.
  • We couldn’t find the pants we wanted Noah to wear for picture day. How do you lose pants?
  • Then he wouldn’t get up to go to day care, so we had a mini-meltdown over leaving the choo-choos.
  • After I got him wrestled into the carseat, I found that my car wouldn’t start. So I had to re-load him into the other carseat in the other car.
  • The car not starting was actually part 2 of my car dying; last night, it wouldn’t start after I dropped him off at day care. With the help of our very nice neighbor Wes, we got it started late last night and Jill drove it around to recharge the battery. I guess that didn’t work.
  • Because of picture day, daycare wasn’t doing breakfast on arrival this morning. Good idea, sort of. Except for the part where the toddlers are hungry and don’t like having their routines disrupted.
  • Then Jill took me to the MARTA.
  • The machine ate my $23.
  • It took 10 minutes for the machine to quit pretending that it was going to give me my 10-trip card and my change.
  • It took another 10 minutes for the stationmaster to do the paperwork to let me get a refund.
  • At least there was no line at the refund office. At a completely different station.
  • We don’t know what we’re going to do about getting my car fixed. Neither of us has time to deal with it today.
 

I just heard NPR say that Senator Larry Craig is appealing the judge’s decision that when he pled guilty, he understood what he was doing.

Of course, I wasn’t present to see the actual interaction between Senator Craig and the judge who accepted his plea, but my dad was a judge for most of when I was growing up. I have seen the process.

Judges don’t just sit there and sleepily ask, “Guilty? Good. Next!” and then pound a big rubber stamp “Guilty!” on the paperwork.

Generally what happens is that there is a conversation, back and forth, between the judge and the accused defendant. The judge explains what the person is accused of, makes sure they understand, outlines the potential consequences and their rights, then asks the person how they plea. If the answer is guilty, there are generally further questions to ensure that the person understands what they are doing.

I’m sure some judges are better and clearer at all this explaining business than others.

But I also think that the most obscure trial court judge responsible for handling misdemeanor accusations of disorderly conduct explains things in a way that can generally be understood by anyone with a college education.

Honestly! Senator Craig has been entrusted to understand incredibly complex legislation, the nuanced decisionmaking process of confirmation of Presidential appointees, and the funding of the entire federal government! But he didn’t understand that when he pled guilty that he was admitting his guilt and accepting the consequences?

Puh.Leez.

Apparently he’d rather be thought of as a moron with unbelievably bad judgment regarding the legal system than a man who picks up other men for sex in public bathrooms.

That’s a tough call. Sex in public bathrooms sounds extremely icky, even to those of us who think that 2 (or more, I suppose) consenting adults should be able to do more or less anything they want to do. Whether that’s have sex and never see each other again, or get married and live happily ever after, or somewhere in between.

Here’s what I don’t understand.

Republicans have awesome strategists. And in Congress, they’re known for having much more effective party discipline than the Democrats.

Why on earth have they not forced Larry Craig to resign? His seat is a safe Republican one, they’re not risking it moving into the D column. But they’re giving the the people in the middle of the road something icky to think about , about a high profile Republican, and every single milestone in the legal process is met with fresh headlines, reminding us that either Larry Craig is icky, or an idiot. Or both.

I also don’t know the underlying truth of the matter. I wasn’t, thank God, in that Minneapolis airport bathroom.

However, it strikes me as unlikely that Senator Craig didn’t do what he’s accused of doing: soliciting an undercover police officer for sex in a public bathroom at the airport.

Even young children know that you keep your feet and everything else to yourself in the bathroom stall. A woman might announce that the stall is out of paper and ask for assistance, then wiggle her fingers under the divider to indicate where to hand that paper. But I honestly can’t even imagine that much conversation between men in a public bathroom. Unless there was a hidden agenda.

Aside from the idiocy of pleading guilty and then claiming you didn’t do it and trying to get someone, anyone, in the legal system to let you off the hook, what really bugs me about this whole thing is that Senator Craig has a perfect record of voting against civil rights for gay and lesbian Americans.

Maybe I should have compassion for someone so deeply troubled and conflicted about his sexual feelings for other men that he had to publicly proclaim that people “like that” don’t deserve any legal protections for being “that way.” I do feel badly for people who seem crippled by internalized homophobia.

But I can’t sustain that sympathy for people who choose to stay hostile and closeted, especially when their decisions affect the lives of other people. The cure for internalized homophobia is to come out and have the experience that it isn’t as scary or awful as you thought it was going to be.

Granted, for Senator Craig, it probably is even worse than he thought it would be. But that is ONLY because he was having sex in public restrooms and got caught, then compounded the problem by denying it in a particularly stupid and public manner.

And when you think about it Congressman Barney Frank survived worse. A couple of years after he came out publicly, his boyfriend was accused of running a prostitution ring out of their apartment. Ultimately, Frank was able to clear his name, and his political career has continued to thrive almost 20 years later.

I think this is because Congressman Frank was both honest about who he was, and about what happened and what he knew or didn’t know. Also, unlike Senator Craig, Congressman Frank is a smart guy with pretty good political judgment.

(I’m not ready to write a long post about whether the decision to remove the trans language from ENDA to get it passed was right or wrong. Of course we need to protect our trans brothers and sisters from discrimination — and yet, I also understand the desire to get half a loaf rather than none.)

 

Well, I’m definitely not going to get pregnant this cycle.

I won’t inflict the details on those of you who don’t want them; if you do, they’re below the fold.

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