Friday, February 27, 2009

Teeny tiny baby things


We tossed out the Nugget's 5 oz. bottles when the BPA-scare hit last year, so today I bought some replacements for Lil Sib.  They are glass bottles, which seem insane, but they have little silicone leotards to protect them if dropped or thrown.  (I'll get back to you after they've been field-tested.)  They were about a third of the price of the plastic Born Frees I had intended to purchase.  For the most part, I'm waiting to purchase baby gear this time around:  we have most of what we need already and we don't know how long the wait will be.  But there's a 30% chance that we will get the call after our baby is born and will have just hours to get ourselves to the West Coast.  Then, no matter what, we will be staying in the baby's birth state for a week waiting for interstate compact, so I am slowly assembling a bag of necessities for Lil Sib.  Now including 6 leotard-ed, just-sterilized bottles. 

On March 10, our report is going before the IN agency board for approval.  Then it goes to our primary agency, and we're in the pool, hopefully just in time to celebrate with green beer.  When we made the decision to adopt the first time, we went from intake to pool entry in 4 months.  This time, the same process, complicated by a second agency's involvement and a cross-country move, will have taken 11 months.  That's 11 months of waiting....in order to wait some more!  Buying baby bottles may not seem post-worthy, but plunking down that $20 at Kmart today made me feel like, "This is finally, really going to happen."



Wednesday, February 25, 2009

He Speaks!



So my prediction was wrong, he didn't go directly to full sentences, but there are some 50 cent words in the growing vocabulary.  Here's a sampling of choice words and phrases from the Nugget.  Keep in mind that there is still a heavy toddler accent, so translation is necessary for non-parental units.

-Zimbabwe:  singing along with The Alphabet of Nations

-Oh, I see:  reading along with The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear

-Mama music:  a daily request to turn on the cd player

-Hi Doggie:  said repeatedly after any separation, like entering the house after an errand or coming downstairs after his nap

-Opposites:  the title of a Sandra Boynton book, one that he doesn't care for, so I'm surprised this is among the first discernable words.

His mystery word du jour is "ah-bizz-ya".  He says it over and over again, clearly and urgently, but we have not figured out its meaning yet.  It is not accompanied by any signing.  Any guesses?!

 

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Just a little Monk-ish



I'm not sure how many of you have seen the TV show, "Monk".  It's about a dectective with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.  I did a report on OCD when I was in high school, partially because I find it fascinating and partially because I think I have a touch of it myself.

Well, the Nugget is starting to display some "Monk-ish" tendencies himself.  I'm not sure if it's my own issues rubbing off on him or if it comes from within.  It's not to a worrisome degree - it doesn't at all affect his ability to enjoy life or socialize, so it's more of a quirk, and may be just a passing toddler phase.  And if not, well, the attention to detail would be considered a plus in many career fields!

Some examples:

1.  My parents noted that when he helped put away the vacuum cleaner during their visit, he drove it directly to its spot and fussed until they turned it "just so" into the corner.  

2.  There are also certain doors in the house that we usually keep closed for safety during the day, and if he notices one open, usually he will walk right up to it and shut it.   

3.  The Nugget has gotten into the habit of handing me things from his plate that he doesn't want.  I will eventually help him break this habit, but it is far preferable to me than him throwing them on the floor.  This skill is also starting to translate to the clumps of dog hair he finds on the floor, so lately I have been the lucky recipient of up to 10 lint balls a day.  

4.  The Nugget's highchair tray has a snazzy cup holder.  The Nugget will shove stray food aside to get his cup back in the cup holder, no matter what.  If I set it down on his tray in any other place, he immediately repositions it to its holder.

5.  The Nugget dislikes a burned out lightbulb in any fixture.  This morning, he pointed to a dead bulb with much fussing.

6.  Doggie enjoys sleeping on the Nugget's play rug.  She does the usual scratching and turning routine before napping, so this musses his rug a bit.  Yesterday, Daddy noticed the Nugget straightening his rug after the Doggie moved.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Gift Closet

I was reorganizing my gift stock the other day and thought it would make a good blog post.  My gift reserve takes up a good portion of my basement, but anyone can keep a drawer or closet shelf for the same purpose.  I'm a big fan of stocking gifts ahead of time, because it can you a lot of money and your sanity - no more running to the mall for each person and buying something generic at full-retail out of desperation.  A caveat:  If you can't find the gifts you pre-purchased, they are not helping you.  Use one central location for gifts, not several hidey-holes around the house.

Gift Closet 101:

1.  Make a master list of people who need gifts for the year.  Include birthdays, Christmas, Mother's Day, Father's Day, whatever you celebrate with gifts.  My calendar is in a little notebook by the month.

2.  When you see something on sale and think "It would be so perfect for so-and-so," BUY IT, even if the next gift occasion for that person is 10 months away.  Immediately stash it in your gift closet with a sticky note on it for the recipient, and log it on your master list.

3.  When you see sales of little fun things (sticky notes, candles, soaps, pens, bouncy balls, lip gloss), BUY THEM!  Put them immediately in your gift closet with no label, preferably corralled in a clear container so you can see what you have.  These will be your stocking stuffers, "just because" gifts, Easter basket filler, big sib gifts, gift exchange fodder, etc. 

4.  Round out your gift closet with wrapping paper (recycled maps and newspapers are great), gift bags, tissue, ribbons, scissors, tape, and gift tags.  I really like neutral paper like silver, gold, or kraft and plain bags and tags, because you can buy in bulk and not have to purchase a roll for new baby, a roll for kid boy birthday, a roll for tween girl birthday, a roll for manly-men (you get my drift).  

Gift Closet 201 (for the advanced):

1.  In September, start prepping your closet for the holidays.  Try to get one extra shelf-stable goodie each time you go grocery shopping, like a box of fancy cookies, gourmet cocoa mix, or a bottle of wine on special.  Now you'll have something to take with you to parties or use as an impromptu gift.  If you make it all the way to Christmas or New Year's and have extra food, plop them all in a basket - great gift for daycare, co-workers, in-laws, etc.

2.  BOGO coupons are great for stocking up your closet.  Both items can go directly in your closet.

3.  Use post-holiday sales to your advantage.  If you bake Valentine's cupcakes every year, why not get a pack of papers on Feb 17?  Do you have an annual family ornament exchange?  Pick out a (non-dated) ornament on Jan 6 for 75% off!  This only works if you can find them next year, so into the closet they go!

4.  After becoming a Mommy to the very social Nugget, we find ourselves suddenly with lots of kids' gifts to get each year for his buddies.  I love buying and giving kid gifts, but I didn't want to break the bank or spent hours shopping every weekend either.  I decided on a system:  keep an "any-season" baby girl and a baby boy gift in stock for new babies, use Borders coupons to get big sib books, get board books for the kids turning 1 or 2 this year at the discount book warehouse, and order cool crayons online for the 3+ set paired with a unisex coloring book from a discount store.  All are things that won't take up a lot of space, are definitely free of lead paint, and should be equally mom-approved by both camps of squawky-mechanized-joy and Waldorf-Montessori-zen.  Now I won't have to worry if I gave N the same gift I gave him last year, or if M's gift is really "equal" to what I gave D.  Of course, I purchased all these before the Nugget started making friends in our new town, so I'm sure I'll have to get more, but I'll know exactly what I'm looking for and where to get it, which is half the battle.  Steal my ideas or choose your own age-appropriate toys/books/games/clothes and make them your "signature" gifts.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Random Updates



I have been musing on some random updates for a new post, but unfortunately none of them are related or resemble anything approaching a coherent thought.  However, with several of you jonesing for a fix of daily Nugget, here are said random updates.  Blogging muse, please return post haste, and bring chocolate.

On Valentine's Day:
The Nugget received Putumayo Animal Playground in lieu of chocolate covered sugar bombs.  He also has his very own Signing Time Zoo dvd on the way and some more money socked away for education, courtesy of Grammy and Grandpa.  They and Aunt E came to visit this weekend, and we had a lot of fun.  Grandpa assembled an IKEA dresser they bought me.  The assembly occurred completely without the use of profanity or the appearance of blood, which impressed me greatly.  Actually, sis and I escaped to Target for part of the process (where we were both distracted many times by various shiny objects - luckily Hubby was not there to look at his watch and sigh loudly), so there might have been lots of blood and cursing while we were there - guess I'll never know.  Grandpa also got into the Nugget's Signing Time dvd from the library and is speeding towards ASL fluency.  He wanted to see the ASL dictionary I have, and we spent a night drinking wine and learning all sorts of random words like "indignant" and "bastard".  I also enjoyed horrifying them by brushing Doggie, then turning the Chihuahua-sized wad of fur that came off Doggie into a keepsake "hair baby" I dubbed Tatiana (pictured above).  What can I say?  Sometimes my penchant for goofiness combines with my creativity to produce things both revolting and cute.  For some reason, no one wanted to hold her.  All in all, it was a perfect visit.  

We didn't exchange Valentine's gifts this year out of practicality.  I bought V-day candy on Sunday at 75% off.  Tasted just as great on the 15th.  I asked Hubby if we could use the money saved on gifts to buy new sheets for the guest room.  Pretty romantic, huh?
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Talk to me, baby:
The Nugget's babbling has taken a sudden veer towards decipherable words.  He's on the brink of English.  (Or who knows, we play a lot of Putumayo Kids music, so maybe he's been speaking French for months and we just don't understand him.)  Several times a day now, Hubby and I turn to each other and say, "Did he just say something?"  He is singing along very clearly with several songs and his syllables sound so purposed and carefully chosen.

What's that in your sippie cup?
The Nugget had an ACCIDENTAL taste of beer when he grew go-go-Gadget arms, stood up in his highchair and dunked his fingers in a glass full of beer at dinner then stuck them immediately in his mouth.  He has been obsessed with the brown bottles from the moment he first laid eyes on them.  (Now that I've mentioned both beer and wine in a single post, I find myself compelled to say that we're not alcoholics, and since becoming parents, any form of alcohol is a very special rare treat reserved for family get-togethers and usually rued in the morning when the Nugget wakes up at the usual time but our pathetic OLD bodies claim that one drink should equal one extra hour of sleep).  Anyway, we all held our breath, hoping for him to make the "yuck" face, but no such luck.  His eyes got all big and wide and he reached hopefully for the entire glass.  So friends, if you come over to tailgate next football season, please don't leave any floaters on the coffee table or the Nugget will finish them for you.

Well on his way to becoming the Fonz:
Another funny event worth mentioning happened on Sunday night.  We went out to eat at our favorite Sunday spot (kids eat free!), and the place was hopping.  The servers there are usually very attentive to the Nugget and he gets all kinds of smiles and compliments.  However, this particular night, they appeared to be short-staffed and were rushing by without taking notice, even when he hammed it up with grins and giggles.  Now, the Nugget knows he isn't supposed to throw things in restaurants - we don't return thrown items to him - but he also knows that when he throws something, the servers will often return it with a smile.  So as his favorite lovely lady rushed past a third time without so much as a "hi there", he purposefully picked up the paper napkin ring, held it between his thumb and forefinger, stretched his arm out over the floor, looked straight at her, and dropped it for her to retrieve.  It immediately made me think of an old man dropping a pencil to make a cute nurse pick it up for him in the hopes of seeing her backside.  Luckily, the server was too busy to notice, so this particular gesture went unrewarded, which is probably a good thing.



Friday, February 6, 2009

Girls only like guys who have skills...

The Nugget's learning curve is very interesting.  Both Daddy and I have noticed a trend in that he will appear to be "behind" his peers sometimes, but he is just soaking up knowledge and skills in his own way.  When he feels confident enough to try out the new skill he's been absorbing for weeks or months, he is nearly perfect at it on the first try.  For example, he didn't walk until he was nearly 15 months old but was running within a week.  Any attempts to rush or tease skills out of him before he's ready result in tears and frustration, so we've learned to just sit back, relax, and enjoy.  He's on his own schedule, child development books be damned.

New Nugget Skills:

-Stacking his cup tower solo (as pictured).  Lately he hasn't been knocking it down immediately but leaving it be so he can admire it while he plays.

-Signing phrases, such as "more milk please".  New signs include "dog", "fish", and he's working on "water" and "shoes" (I can understand his signs for them but they aren't quite ASL).

-Going down the little slide at the mall solo - climbing up the steps, adjusting himself into a sitting position, sliding down, and (my rule-following heart just sings), walking around the little house to use the steps again!  Well, at least part of the time!

-Walking up the steps at home, holding the railing.

-Going for walks outside, sans stroller.  He is very adamant about the hand-holding for the time being.  If I let his hand go for a split second, he grabs it back.  I'm enjoying this while it lasts.  He stays on the sidewalk well, mainly because there are still great piles of snow on either side.  They are great - it makes me think of bumper bowling.

-Drawing with crayons!  He has made several works of art without snapping the crayons into bits or eating them.  Unfortunately, they've all been on kids' menus at restaurants and got too soiled to save, but we'll have him do some nice ones for the fridge.

-Shape sorting.  He still needs a little help (he hasn't figured out how to rotate a shape more than a centimeter in either direction) but he gets the basic concept and is very interested.

-Understands the difference between bouncing and rolling a ball.

-Can throw Doggie's squeak toy for her without us prompting.  Doggie likes this new development as the Nugget is always up for a game of fetch, but she doesn't respect his throwing arm.  If it bounces less than a foot away from him, she will refuse to fetch it and look up at him as if to say, "That's all you've got?"

-Is working on petting Doggie gently!  I don't want to jinx it, but we've gone nearly a week and the dog hair twisting count is still in single digits.  We've been praising him for petting "gently, 1 finger", and it seems to be working.  Keep your fingers crossed that this trend continues.  Doggie deserves at least a year of respite before Lil Sib starts yanking on her.  Maybe I'll give up and just shave the poor dog at that point.

-Reading to himself - every time he wanted to look at a book, he would request we read it.  Now we still read on request, but he will also sit down with a book and flip through it happily.  This is especially nice for books he likes repeated OVER and OVER - we can read it once or twice then hand it to him to read on his own.

-He is getting really close to talking.  His syllables sound more and more like real words every day, and there are some he repeats often enough that we know he has assigned Nugget-words for certain items.  For example, "dizz-dizz" means fan.  Talking is one of the things that we think he's going to master quickly when he decides to go for it.  My prediction is that he might wait until he's 2 or older, but that he'll go from this toddler babble to full sentences with little warning.




Thursday, February 5, 2009

On infertility...whose business is it?

As our "Dear birthparent" letters are going to the printer's next week, I know curious eyes will wonder, "What kind of weird resume is this?"  Two years ago, when I went to pick up my giant packet of copied letters and photo collages from Kinkos, the kind yet nosy cashier gushed about how wonderful it was that we were adopting and proceeded to ask me if we were adopting because we couldn't have kids "of our own".  

Rrr...I have really mixed feelings about this question, and I get it all the time.  First of all, our son did not grow in my body but that doesn't make him any less "my own".  I love him in the exact same way that any mother loves her child.  Second, I do understand the intention and curiosity behind the question...what would inspire a couple decide to adopt vs. conceive?...I feel that's a valid question and normal curiosity about the human condition, so on that level I'm not offended.  Third, I don't ever want the Nugget or Lil Sib to feel like they are second best, and as an adoptee myself, I feel very sensitive that that's where the question leads.  Like no one would adopt if they didn't HAVE TO, right?!  (Wrong.)  I tell the Nugget all the time that I am GLAD that I didn't get pregnant because then he wouldn't be here with me, and that he is the son we were meant to have.

So do I tell the prying stranger to mind their own business or do I answer their question? I tend to take the opportunity as a "teachable moment", for both the Nugget and the person asking the question.  I am not ashamed of adopting, nor being adopted myself.  If I dodge adoption questions in public, that might teach him that I'm embarrassed of our story.  I am not ashamed of our infertility, but it's not the whole reason we adopted.  (To be honest, I would have opted for adoption at the beginning, but conceiving doesn't require judges, lawyers, agencies, and paperwork, so I thought it would be easier.)  I don't want adoption or infertility to be this scary "hush-hush" thing that we hide in the corner and avoid discussing at all costs.  It's just a part of life, a part of how our family came to be, and I'm proud of our family.  When the Nugget gets older, he will learn to own his story and answer the questions on his terms and in his own words.  Am I saying the right thing in the meantime?  I don't know, but this is the best way I know how.  So I'm going to muse on it below (in a non-graphic, non-revealing way), and if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to stop reading - I don't mind.
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It is both embarrassing and awkward to discuss your reproductive bits and why they don't work like they're supposed to, and yet strangers feel like it's a totally acceptable conversation topic.  I don't believe I ever brought up the topic of infertility myself (until now), it's just something that burbles up, like an unwelcome burp, when you announce you are adopting.  I don't mind discussing it in vague terms, but I get a little weirded out when people I don't know well start inquiring about specific details.  The strangest part about it is how people want to deny that infertility exists, try to fix the "problem" for you, or imply that it's somehow your fault. 

"Just relax and it will happen."  - Yes, medical issues are often solved with a bubble bath.  I'm sure I've been guilty of saying this one myself.

"Oh, I wish I had that problem.  My husband looks at me and I get pregnant." - Would you brag to someone that you use $20's for toilet paper when they've just admitted they were broke?

"Why don't you try/have you considered IVF/special tea/acupuncture/a sperm/egg donor?" 

"Is it your problem or your husband's?"  - I was always tempted to ask these people, "How are YOUR ovaries/testicles feeling today?" but never had the guts.

"Oh, you know after you adopt, you'll get pregnant." - I especially despise this comment, even though it does come true for some families.  I know it is meant to be harmless, funny, and ironic.  Sometimes there's even an anecdote of a couple they know who conceived after an adoption.  You know what I hear, as an adoptee?  "Adoption is second best, and once you get that second best child, you'll get the dream bio child you were waiting for.  But you'll be stuck with that adopted child too.  Isn't that funny?"  Ouch.  They way I answered it is that we wanted to be parents and we'd be equally thrilled to adopt or conceive.    

The funniest (and saddest) comment I received was when we did get "the call" and were waiting for the Nugget to be born.  When I told an acquaintance (who knew about our adoption plans) that we were going to have a baby, and she squealed with joy, "I KNEW it!  I knew you were pregnant, I just knew it!  I am SOOO excited for you!"  When I interrupted her screams to explain that, "No, remember - we are adopting...we were chosen by a birthfamily and the baby is due any day now!", her face literally fell and she said, "Oh.  I knew you were adopting...I was just hoping you were pregnant."  I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.  I decided to laugh, knowing that our unborn son was so precious, loved, and welcome that it didn't matter how she reacted to my happy news.  

Comments like these tempt me to not share news or updates until Lil Sib is here, because when people rained on my happy parade for the Nugget made me so sad.  However, what I've decided is that I am joyful about our journey to baby, I want to shout it from the mountaintops, and I am learning to let negativity roll off my back.  Having kids sure makes you grow up!

I'm not entirely sure where I was going with this post, just that I wanted to send an honest summary of our experiences out into the void.  Just to let others dealing with infertility know they're not alone.
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To clarify, I LOVE discussing adoption and answering any adoption questions, no matter if they're clumsily worded or not.  Please always feel free to ask me adoption questions.  Just no questions about my privates, please.  LOL!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Heading to a baby shower?

Since I've closed my gift basket business, I'll hand out some free fun gift advice!  I plan to post gift ideas frequently on the blog, but will try to keep it to a single theme per post.

What do you bring to a baby shower for first-time parents?  You can go off their registry, but to be honest, the stuff I registered for, was not actually the stuff I needed or used most frequently, but the stuff the store told me I needed - HA!  I have a feeling I'm not the only one, because when I was at Target the other day, I saw an expecting couple wielding a registry gun and aimlessly pointing it at things with a baffled look.  Here's my stab at helping sleep-deprived parents from having to brave the returns line at Target, with screaming baby in tow!  (FYI:  To return something at Target, you need a gift receipt dated within 30 days, and if you don't have that, you have to trade the soul of your first-born for store credit.)

Stuff new parents NEED - and ways to "cute it up"
-Diapers and wipes - make a diaper cake!  Bonus points if you include a size larger than newborn.
-Lotion, baby wash, diaper ointment - stuff them in a pail or shower caddy.
-Bibs, baby spoons, finger snacks - make a "fruit basket" with a few jars of baby food and a box of rice cereal.  They won't use this stuff for about 6 months, so check expiration dates on the food.  Even if they plan to make their own food, they can use a few jars for travel.
-Clear plastic bins for storing outgrown clothes and clothes to grow into - put an outfit and some index cards, and a Sharpie inside for labeling.
-Pack a car kit - stuff a tote bag or plastic bin with a toy, a board book, a non-annoying kids' cd, a travel pack of wipes, a washable wet bag, hand sanitizer, and tissues.
-Food gives new parents the gift of precious time!  If you're a chef, whip up a casserole in a disposable pan and tape instructions to the lid.  If you're not handy in the kitchen, pick up a frozen Stouffer's something, or pack a picnic basket with healthy snacks and a few treats. 

The best clothes to give as gifts:
-Pajamas - a necessity but not often given!
-Socks - Baby Gap makes a great stay-on version
-Soft-soled stretchy crib shoes (like Robeez or Isabubu)
-Pants - solid brown matches anything for a boy or girl, stretchy soft fabric is comfy, blue jeans are great in sizes 6 months and up (it's a little hard to get stiff jeans on a tiny floppy baby)
-Zippered hoodies - great for layering and easy to get on and off 
-BabyLegs - one size fits most!  Especially great if you are sending a belated baby gift or if you heard that baby is "huge" or "tiny"
-Remember to stick a gift receipt for any clothing purchase in the box or card.

Toys-n-Gear:
-For the germ-phobic:  a fold-up playmat or shopping cart cover 
-For frequent fliers:  a Pack-n-Play or a second car seat base (make sure you buy the right model for their carseat)
-For the bibliophile:  Board books - babies are rough on these, and it's fun for the parents to have a variety so they're not reading the same one over and over again!  
-For the eco-conscious:  Wooden or cloth teethers 

If this is Baby #2+, don't forget Big Sib!
-You don't have to spend a fortune - if you just bring a bottle of bubble bath, a Matchbox car, or a new box of crayons and a coloring book, Big Sib will feel like a million bucks.  It's really just about giving them something to open too.  
-My favorite Big Sib gifts are storybooks that acknowledge that their feelings of jealousy when a new baby is born, with a happy ending of course!  Mail Harry to the Moon by Robie Harris is a fun read.


Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Transformation in progress


I always knew I wanted to be a SAHM.  I mean, I always wanted to have a career first (and I did, I had 2 very satisfying careers before the Nugget arrived), but I also knew if given the financial option, I would "quit working" (now that phrase is ironic because I have never worked harder than I do now) to raise my children.  I feel so blessed and thankful that Hubby makes enough for our family.

I love that I don't have to miss little moments, that I don't have to be constantly rushing the Nugget to and from daycare, that I don't have to trust anyone but myself and Daddy to teach, discipline, and comfort our son.  I would not exchange my life for any amount of money or a thrilling career.  I am not saying that all moms should stay at home, just that I feel secure in my choice.  That said, there are moments when I feel like my identity is slipping away, and I'm becoming "just a mom".  THAT is simultaneously terrifying, upsetting, discouraging, natural, and fulfilling.  Some examples:

10.  I'm finding it hard to hold a conversation that does not revolve around childcare.  This is extremely upsetting to me when I'm on the phone with my kid-less friends and I cannot think of anything to say or report.  I can hear myself turning into one of those annoying parents who can only debate the relative merits of sippy cup brands.  Make it stop!

9.  I have "momnesia" aka "mommybrain" where I can't remember where I put the car keys, whether I sent out that thank you note, and...what am I writing about?

8.  I drive Hubby nuts by forgetting about 50% of nouns at the time I need to use them.  A typical conversation in our house goes like this:

Me:  Hubby, have you seen the thing?
Hubby:  What thing?
Me:  You, know, the thing for the thingy.  The red thing.
Hubby:  I have no idea what you're talking about.
Me (with increasing frustration and urgency because this thing is important):  The THING for the THINGY - I put it in the office, and now it's gone.  Did you move the THING?!  Help me look for it!  Oh, never mind, I found it.

7.  The Nugget screams like he's being attacked by an army of sadistic porcupines if I attempt to wipe his nose with a tissue, but I just can't ignore the rivers of snot running down his face.  So at times when I just can't bear another meltdown, I use my sleeve.

6.  I can tell if the Nugget has a fever by kissing his forehead.

5.  I have never liked movies or books in which children die.  Now they make me feel physically ill.  Just thinking about it now makes me hyperventilate.

4.  I also get choked up a lot more easily.  I don't consider myself a big crier, but now Dove commercials, the Annie Medley on the Nugget's Broadway Kids cd, the most random things have me reaching for the tissue box.  I remember my sibs and I mocking our mom for crying over Kodak commercials and the Best Friends espisode on Reading Rainbow, and now I've inherited her leaky faucet mommy-eyes.  

3.  I get really tired when I stay up past 10pm.  I use the Nugget's bedtime as an excuse to avoid evening parties, but even if I had a sitter, I'm just too darn tired.  It's hard to enjoy a party at 2am, no matter how fun, when I know the Nugget has no snooze setting.

2.  I am overly concerned about another human being's vegetable intake.

1.  The song currently stuck in my head isn't a top 40 hit from the radio but "Roll Over, Rover".