Dear Noah,

Today you are 3 years and 2 months old.

This month, the rest of the family feels like we are settling into our new normal. We live in Milwaukee, all 4 of us. We have morning and evening and weekend routines. We see Grandma and Grandpa on a regular basis. Life is reaching some kind of equilibrium.

Mostly.

You seem to be in the most unpleasant phase of your young life. I can’t even tell you how often you shriek “no!” and throw your whole body into refusing whatever the next thing is: going to school, eating, bedtime, bathtime, brushing your teeth, going to the park.

Unless the thing involves a treat, the odds are only about 50/50 that you will go along willingly. And of those restistant times, at least half of them also involve you throwing something or hitting/kicking/headbutting.

You have even broken two small lamps that used to serve as your nightlight — first one, and when we replaced it, the second one. When you threw the second lamp against your door, the bulb shattered into a million tiny pieces, and so did my brain. I grabbed you from your bed, hauled your barefoot body into the living room, dumped you on the couch, explained what happened to This Mommy, and stalked off to clean your room so that you wouldn’t slice your feet into ribbons.

The pieces of glass were so small, and your rugs so sticky with small polyester fibers, that vacuuming was only medium-effective. I ended up rolling up 3 area rugs and removing them from your room. After vacuuming. Then I swept and mopped and debated taking the only things left in your room besides furniture, your books. (I didn’t.)

It is so hard for your mommies. We’ve tried everything we can think of: taking away toys, time-outs, trying to reward good behavior. Sometimes we have no choice but to make you physically do what we need you to do, like sit in the car seat and be buckled into it.

When you aren’t actively resisting something, you can be so charming and sweet. You love to help cook, wash dishes, sort recycling, make coffee, and change Josie’s diaper. You are often affectionate, hugging and kissing us and Josie, and telling us “I love you.”

This month we’ve seen 2 significant developmental milestones. First, you are fully potty trained at school! Way to go! We need to work on remembering to tell someone you have to go at home, but at least we know that you CAN do it.

The other one is in your fine motor skills. You’ve always liked to draw and make things, but there was a huge leap in the last month in your ability to draw what you want to draw. The scribbles aren’t random and wandering any more — sometimes they are dozens and dozens of fluid circles. Other times, you “write their name!” in a special designated scribble on the picture.

You have a newfound love for play dough, and would happily do almost nothing else every afternoon after school. At school, you love to work with stickers, lining up long rows of matching stickers on paper.

You may be driving us crazy, but we still love you. And we love to watch you learn and grow.

With all of my love,

That Mommy

 

There has been yet another awful tragic pointless baby death here in Milwaukee.

A 4 month old baby was left in the van outside of his day care center. The strong sun today got the heat in the van up above 100 degrees. He was bundled up against the outdoor cold, and left in the van by the driver for 4 hours.

A couple of months ago, another employee of a day care owned by the same person was charged with child abuse, for allegedly breaking the arms of two young boys who attended that day care center.

In two separate cases in the last few months, two babies have been crushed/suffocated in couches. In the most recent one, the grandmother said that she had consumed 8 beers that day, but wasn’t drunk when she was sleeping on the couch with the baby. The woman before her had previously suffocated/crushed another one of her infant children.

A couple of weeks ago, a young mother of a 2 month old shook her child to death. She was frustrated because he wasn’t letting her get any sleep.

On the same day, a 3 year old was killed by his mother’s boyfriend. The child was beaten to death for messing up the dining room.

I just don’t understand.

I don’t. I don’t understand.

It makes me want to throw up. And cry. And hit something. And throw up again.

 

Noah has big plans for Easter.

On Saturday night, he will be spending his first night away from both mommies. When he wakes up, he’ll be hunting for eggs with Grandma and Grandpa! This Mommy, That Mommy, and Josie will come over a little bit later in the morning to join everyone.

So far, he seems excited about it. Grandma bought a book called Froggy Sleeps Over, and we’re talking up the adventure. I think it will be ok.

Part of this is, of course, just your regular kid getting bigger stuff. But we are also working our way up to a longer Noah-less adventure this summer. Jill is going to come with me to BlogHer, and I think we’re going to stay in Chicago for 3 nights!

I think Josie will be joining us there — although she’ll be getting close to 11 months, she will probably not be weaned, and I don’t think we can, or want to, saddle Grandma with both grandchildren for an extended period of time. Not until they’re older, anyway.

Any recommendations, more experienced parents?

 

I’d been toying with the idea of launching a review blog for awhile, but having BlogHer cancel my ads was the push I needed to actually do it.

So this is the official announcement of my new review blog: Things I Like, located at http://thingsilike.info .

I’ve copied the innumerable book and product reviews that I’ve done here over to there, and in the future, whenever I have a product or a book I want to discuss, I’ll post about it there with a little “hey check this out” post over here. Right now, the new reviews there are limited to my favorite granola bars and my heirloom quality baby blanket, but more items will get reviewed there.

This space will stay focused on Noah, Josie, and life.

 

Dear Bank of America,

I know that you are in the midst of a banking crisis unlike any other our nation has faced. You are busy. However, I think you should make it a top priority to tell your chat agents and your telephone customer service people NOT TO LIE. A good second priority would be to train everyone who works for you in basic arithmetic — you know, elementary school type fundamental math.

My first major problem with you was last fall, when we sold our house in Georgia. I deposited a check in my savings account for all the money we didn’t lose on selling our house. Two days later, you uncredited that check from my account. Your online chat agent told me that she fixed it and in 3-5 business days, it would be back in my account.

Imagine my shock and horror when 2 days later, my endorsed check arrived via regular mail! Thank god we had a rent-back arrangement after closing on the house, or who knows how long it would have taken to get to us. I wasn’t even looking for it since the BOA online chat agent LIED and told me it was going to be credited to my account.

Fast forward to March 27. All of the outstanding bank stuff associated with BOA is done done done, so we want to wire the funds to our new accounts, and close the BOA ones.

Three calls and 45 minutes of hold time — the 1st 2 ending in automated systems hnaging up on me, I finally reached a semi-helpful person. My bank account is too big to close by phone, but they can close my checking account.

Ugh. But yes, please.

She says they will send me a check. ANOTHER LIE.

Jill and I discuss the matter and agree — writing a letter to close the savings account seems dicey. I should drive to the Chicago ‘burbs and close it in person.

Monday, I pack up the kids to preschool and day care, gas up the car, and drive the 50 miles to the nearest Bank of America location — in Illinois. The task takes 3 hours, total, of my 18 hours with fully covered child care per week. That’s 3 hours when I can’t write, search for a job, schedule networking events, or otherwise do anything that I’m supposed to be doing with my child-free time.

When I arrived at the Grayslake Bank of America, I explained to the nice man that I needed to close my savings account. He pulled up my customer information and asked if I wanted to close the checking account, too.

It was closed by phone on Friday, I explained.

No.

The woman on the Bank of America customer service phone number apparently LIED to me. The account was still open.

In that case, yes, please close all of my accounts.

Would you like that money in cash?

ARE YOU INSANE? ABSOLUTELY NOT.

(Remember, we are talking about the remaining funds from the sale of our house, plus all the rest of our savings and a modest amount in the checking account. Not an amount most people would ever be comfortable carrying in cash. Especially me. My comfort level for carrying cash tops off around $125.)

In that case, ma’am, would you like me to get you a single cashier’s check for both accounts?

That would be great, thank you.

Twenty minutes of paperwork later, I have a single cashier’s check in my wallet and am driving back to my new credit union, happy to be done with Bank of America and their lying McLiar lie telling staff.

Imagine my surprise when on Saturday, I got a notice from Bank of America saying that my checking account was overdrawn.

I called, and the first customer service representative explained that it was overdrawn on Monday, March 30, for the amount of $200.50.

What???

I explained what I had done, and she explained that apparently they had removed $200.50 more from my checking account than was actually there.

What???

It was probably a typo, she explained. But I owed them $200.50.

No, they were not f@(#&$^ing kidding. When I closed the account, they gave me too much money, and I need to give the difference back.

Fine. I’m not asking to be unjustly enriched by Bank of America’s incompetence. But I also decline to PAY for their incompetence. Not even the value of a stamp.

Well, customer service rep #1 cannot take $200.50 by phone, nor can she credit me the cost of a stamp, nor can she send me a postage paid envelope. Maybe someone else can.

Customer service rep #2 says the same thing, but more stubbornly and unhelpfully. Like she really can’t imagine that I won’t pay the cost of a stamp to fix Bank of America’s mistake. I know the cost is de minimus, but by now it’s a matter of principle.

Fortunately, she is willing to transfer me to customer service rep #3, who initially refuses to help at all because I don’t know my Georgia former driver’s license number. We finally work through some way to let her talk to me, and she offers a please-god-let-it-work possible solution.

She will credit my account $0.50, and I will mail a check for $200 to Bank of America in Georgia, where I opened the account. That, she claims, will actually close the account.

Anyone wanna bet?

 

You may notice that over there on the right, the BlogHer Ad sidebar deal isn’t running any ads.

They got upset about my 23andMe post. I knew that I wasn’t allowed to do paid reviews or run other ads above or parallel to theirs, but I didn’t realize that I couldn’t cross post things from a place I’m paid to blog to this blog. (I don’t plan to do that often — cross posting seems boring to me.)

They gave me 24 hours to sort out getting the post to an ad-free page. There were instructions on how to do it in a wordpress blog, but seriously, my technical skills are inadequate. I might be able to make the changes they want, but not in 24 hours.

But I’m kind of annoyed.

I don’t know if I’m going to make the changes. I don’t really like someone telling me what I can’t talk about here.

While I like the company and the ads — by and large, they make it easy — the money more or less covers paying for the blog, but not a whole lot more. On the other hand, am I going to spend the time and energy finding advertisers on my own? Not really.

Anyway. That’s what I’ve been thinking about for the last day or so.

That, and I’ve been cursing bureaucracy in the form of challenges communicating between the Wisconsin and Georgia departments of Labor. I *think* I understand what I’m supposed to do to get unemployment compensation. Unfortunately, I can’t test that theory for another 48 hours.

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