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    <title>On Midnight Mumblings</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T18:26:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T18:26:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Our son is a much better sleeper now, but still has occasional rough nights.&amp;nbsp; Thought I'd share a bit of what can go down in our house around 3 am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Not long ago, we heard him yell out &amp;quot;Cookie!&amp;quot; during the middle of the night.&amp;nbsp; We think he was talking in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Last night he was up from about 3:15 to 4.&amp;nbsp; At one point, while my wonderful husband was with him downstairs, he demanded crackers.&amp;nbsp; My husband came back and told me this, and I found it hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Also last night, I eventually gave up on getting him to go back to sleep, and brought him into bed with us.&amp;nbsp; This has its ups and downs, but at least that way we don't have to keep going back downstairs.&amp;nbsp; At one point--this was either in his sleep or very close to it--he said &amp;quot;Toys?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Then he quickly (and correctly) answered his own question with &amp;quot;No...no.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&amp;nbsp; Even in the middle of the night, this kid is criminally cute.</content>
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    <title>Thoughts on the JCC</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T18:22:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T18:22:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Many of you know that our son's daycare is closing in June.&amp;nbsp; We were (and still are) very upset about this.&amp;nbsp; But we've enrolled him in a very similar program in the neighborhood, and overall we know he'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daycare is at the local Jewish Community Center, and they make you join to register for daycare.&amp;nbsp; So, we now proudly pay a membership fee every month, for daycare we'll start using sometime between June and September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, the cheapness inherent in my being requires that I get something out of this membership, so I've started using the fitness center.&amp;nbsp; I used the one on campus right after the new year, and I've noticed some rather significant differences between them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; At the campus fitness center, I was the oldest person by at least 10 years.&amp;nbsp; At the&amp;nbsp;JCC, I'm often the youngest by about 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; The older members don't always wear appropriate workout gear.&amp;nbsp; Today I saw a man in khakis and a button-down shirt, walking on the treadmill.&amp;nbsp; Then I noticed a woman in jeans and a sweater, also on a treadmill.&amp;nbsp; (For those who really want details, I saw her later in the locker room.&amp;nbsp; She showered, then put the same clothes back on.&amp;nbsp; As my son would say, &amp;quot;Ewww.....!&amp;quot;)&amp;nbsp; I've yet to see it, but I&amp;nbsp;hear that some of the older men also work out in their yarmulkes.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I need to get over my student locker room-induced insistence on locking my locker.&amp;nbsp; I kept slamming the door shut trying to get it to close right, probably annoying everyone with a hearing aid.&amp;nbsp; Do I really think the bubbelehs are after my iPod Shuffle?&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Once classes started, it was tough to get an elliptical in the student fitness center.&amp;nbsp; There aren't many at the JCC, but since all the old people seem to prefer treadmills, I haven't had any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, the Ramones are still the best workout music...even if they did learn three chords thirty years ago.</content>
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    <title>First Conversation</title>
    <published>2009-01-07T18:08:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-07T18:08:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's true, I don't blog much.&amp;nbsp; And you get plenty of Dude updates from his dad's site.&amp;nbsp; But I had to share this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boy is getting bigger and bigger, and less like a baby every day.&amp;nbsp; (But I insist on calling him a baby until he turns 2.&amp;nbsp; After that, I know I'd be pushing it.)&amp;nbsp; He's talking more and more, and his little personality becomes clearer all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, until last night, his speaking had been somewhat limited.&amp;nbsp; He'd answer questions with &amp;quot;yeah&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;no,&amp;quot; could put together some words (&amp;quot;Hi Mommy!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Bye-bye Daddy!&amp;quot;), and finally figured out that our dog has a name other than &amp;quot;doggie.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, when his dad brought him home from school, we had an actual conversation.&amp;nbsp; It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:&amp;nbsp; Did you have fun at school today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude:&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:&amp;nbsp; What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&amp;nbsp; Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:&amp;nbsp; Who did you play with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&amp;nbsp; Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:&amp;nbsp; Who else did you play with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&amp;nbsp; Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; Who else did you play with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&amp;nbsp; Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing!</content>
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    <title>President #44</title>
    <published>2008-11-05T15:53:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-05T15:53:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YES, WE DID!</content>
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    <title>Test, Part II</title>
    <published>2008-08-11T00:34:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-11T00:44:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you saw this once before, it's because the link isn't working right.&amp;nbsp; Trying again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a trial run for a survey I might have my students do.&amp;nbsp; If you get a chance, can you take it for me?&amp;nbsp; I can't see individual responses, and I'll post results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=2GjTXApurV4shCBSFXgPdw_3d_3d"&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=2GjTXApurV4shCBSFXgPdw_3d_3d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sorry--looks like you have to cut and paste.&amp;nbsp; Thanks!]</content>
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    <title>Surveys</title>
    <published>2008-07-17T20:19:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T00:06:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Has anyone ever used an online program to create a survey?&amp;nbsp; I want to try it as an experiment with my Intro to US Govt course in the fall; we'll create a survey on the presidential election for our students, analyze the results, and compare them to national data.&amp;nbsp; I checked out Survey Monkey, but I know there are others out there.&amp;nbsp; It would be nice if it automatically created cross-tabs (so it would tell us how many men chose Obama, how many women chose McCain, etc.), but that's not strictly necessary.&amp;nbsp; It would also be ideal (though I'd probably be asking for too much here) if it could keep track of who referred various respondents to the survey.&amp;nbsp; So, if Student A sent a link to a friend and they filled out the survey, it would tell me how many people Student A recruited to the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have any experience with these and any recommendations, let me know!</content>
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    <title>Things I Never Thought We'd Say</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T18:34:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T18:34:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Being a parent is an emotional roller coaster.&amp;nbsp; The little dude now is so much fun, so giggly, so happy.&amp;nbsp; Then he'll spend a night like last night (we were up no fewer than five times in a two-hour period), but wake up to be absolutely adorable.&amp;nbsp; It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the incredible love and patience (and patience-testing) that comes with parenthood, I've noticed either myself or my spouse making statements on occasion that I never thought we would utter.&amp;nbsp; I won't tell you who said what (really, it's unimportant), but let me share a few gems with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; "Cali, stop licking your brother's balls."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  (For those of you who don't know us well, Cali is our dog.&amp;nbsp; She didn't know any better.)&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; "What have I told you about climbing the stereo?"&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; "That's a nice little turd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these are made up.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure there are more to come, and I'll post them as I remember to.</content>
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    <title>Closed Stacks and Carousels</title>
    <published>2008-05-23T17:57:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T17:57:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The little boy and I ran some errands today.&amp;nbsp; First was a stop at the doctor's, for the third Friday in a row.&amp;nbsp; (First just a shot, then an ear infection, now a reaction to the medication for the ear infection, and next Friday another ear check.&amp;nbsp; These co-pays are adding up!)&amp;nbsp; Second was a stop at the drugstore to get him some medicine for the reaction.&amp;nbsp; Third was the gas station.&amp;nbsp; I still had almost a quarter tank, but as I drove down Western Ave I saw gas priced at $4.05 and $4.07.&amp;nbsp; When I came to Sunoco, with gas at the bargain price of $3.99, I pulled in just on principle.&amp;nbsp; (And for those of you in CA, with probably even higher prices, let me remind you...your freeways are free!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the final part of our trip that was a lot more fun than I expected.&amp;nbsp; I needed a book for an article that's already been rejected twice, and, of course, my campus library didn't have it.&amp;nbsp; I could get it through interlibrary loan if I was willing to wait a few days, but I wasn't.&amp;nbsp; Plus, my ILL privileges appear to be suspended, for reasons unknown to me.&amp;nbsp; I probably returned a book late, and they forgot to remove the restriction.&amp;nbsp; (One of the very few benefits to being a faculty member is that I never pay library fees.&amp;nbsp; That, and the mail room will give me my packages at any time.&amp;nbsp; Students have two windows of time a day.&amp;nbsp; Not me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NY State library, however, has this book.&amp;nbsp; The library is downtown in Empire Plaza.&amp;nbsp; I got close, metered street parking, put the dude in the stroller, and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library is in the Cultural Education Center, which also includes the state museum and state archives.&amp;nbsp; The library, the info desk attendant informed me, is on the 7th floor.&amp;nbsp; And as we rode the elevator, I wondered how they could fit all those books (it's a significant research library) on one floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they don't.&amp;nbsp; The state library uses closed stacks, which barely seem to exist anymore.&amp;nbsp; Libraries opened their stacks in a move toward democracy, because it allowed greater freedom and access.&amp;nbsp; So I gave the call number to the employee at 11:10.&amp;nbsp; He informed me that the next trip to the stacks would be at 11:30, and the books would be available by noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&amp;nbsp; Do you have a children's area, I asked?&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; But there's a carousel on the fourth floor.&amp;nbsp; So, after I signed up for a library card, we took the elevator back down to find a beautifully restored carousel, with horses carved in the late 19th century.&amp;nbsp; They have German marble eyes and real horsehair tails.&amp;nbsp; The entire carousel was built and restored in the state of NY.&amp;nbsp; It was in a large room with windows all around, showing off the incredible greenery, with a nice view of the capitol building.&amp;nbsp; (Of course, that building's been in the news a lot lately....)&amp;nbsp; They offer free rides every ten minutes...and the dude absolutely loved it.&amp;nbsp; It's time like this when, in spite of occasional sub-zero winter temperatures, being a full day and multiple plane rides away from family, and having a senator that is being (not completely unfairly) accused of destroying the Democratic Party, that I really love living in New York.</content>
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    <title>Da-Da?</title>
    <published>2008-02-09T18:25:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-09T18:25:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not long ago, strausmouse noted that the Dude liked to say "Da-Da."&amp;nbsp; I'd like to share with you the varieties of meaning that word has.&amp;nbsp; He uses the word to refer to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; His da-da.&amp;nbsp; (Aww....!)&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; His ma-ma (eh?)&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Clean diapers that he pulls out of the diaper stacker and tosses on the floor&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Dirty diapers that he tosses on the floor (kidding about the tossing part)&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; His doggie&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; The bathrub, the water in the bathtub, and the toys floating in the water&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Other children&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Toys and various kid-friendly products&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Not-so-kid-friendly products (power cords, plugged up outlets, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that about covers it.</content>
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    <title>Need some movie recommendations</title>
    <published>2008-01-19T15:07:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-19T15:07:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now that the dude is in a good pattern and in bed by (roughly) 8:00 pm each night, strausmouse and I have returned to the cinema.&amp;nbsp; That is, the cinema now comes to us.&amp;nbsp; In thin red envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our Netflix queue is dangerously serious.&amp;nbsp; Lots and lots of drama.&amp;nbsp; Currently in our living room:&amp;nbsp; Raging Bull, Rashomon, and My Left Foot.&amp;nbsp; On the list after that, a bunch of crap that strausmouse wants to see.&amp;nbsp; These will likely be watched once a week, on Sundays, while I'm reading, grading, and sipping cappuccinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think we need some assistance.&amp;nbsp; I'm primarily interested in your comedic recommendations.&amp;nbsp; (But please don't suggest Superbad.&amp;nbsp; That was super bad.)&amp;nbsp; But, given our dearth of upcoming films generally, any and all suggestions will be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!</content>
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    <title>Musings</title>
    <published>2007-10-22T15:37:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-22T15:37:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Several questions have been bothering me lately.&amp;nbsp; (I'll leave out for now the questions about why I can't get any research done, what's going on with the article I submitted 8 months ago, why my students think espn.com is an acceptable academic source, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Why can't I find a decent pair of lined, tweed pants?&amp;nbsp; I live in the Northeast, where it gets cold.&amp;nbsp; I had a pair of gray flannel pants that I shrank before I got pregnant, so I didn't bother to replace them last year.&amp;nbsp; I've now tried on every pair of lined tweed I can find, and they don't fit.&amp;nbsp; Most stores don't even seem to have them.&amp;nbsp; What gives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Why does my son prefer paper (especially students' papers) and boxes (especially the empty bulk box of baby wipes) to his nice toys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Why is it so hard to find a decent doctor?&amp;nbsp; The one recommended by my friends "may" be taking new patients in January.&amp;nbsp; So I checked the insurance company's website, and there are exactly 2 female gp's in the county that are taking new patients.&amp;nbsp; The first one I checked isn't board certified.&amp;nbsp; (I'm not entirely sure what that means, but if there's a certification process, I want my doctor going through it.)&amp;nbsp; The next one is certified, is taking new patients, and has an office not too far away.&amp;nbsp; Great.&amp;nbsp; The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me:&amp;nbsp; Can I make an appointment?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Receptionist:&amp;nbsp; We don't make appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M:&amp;nbsp; Um, even for a physical?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R:&amp;nbsp; That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?</content>
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    <title>Adult PDAs</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T13:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T13:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Two&amp;nbsp; entries in two days?&amp;nbsp; What, am I turning into jamietr or something?&amp;nbsp; Next thing you know, I'll be telling you what I had for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; (Haven't eaten yet, but I've got a granola bar and a banana waiting for me.&amp;nbsp; Now you know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my college had a guest speaker about the interplay between the Constitution and the War on Terror.&amp;nbsp; It was very good, and the auditorium was packed--full of faculty and students ('cause we make them go), but also a lot (and I mean A LOT) of community members.&amp;nbsp; That's what happens when you offer a topic like that in a smallish city that hasn't seen a Republican mayor since the Russian Revolution.&amp;nbsp; No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kept getting distracted by a couple directly in front of me, two rows up.&amp;nbsp; They had either just had sex, were about to have sex, or were currently having sex (thanks to strausmouse--it's his description of Vegas that I'm borrowing from here.&amp;nbsp; Don't want to be accused of plagarism!).&amp;nbsp; They sat uncomfortably close together, had their arms around each other, kept making lovey-dovey looks, and had their fingers in each other's hair throughout the entire 90 minute event.&amp;nbsp; At one point they eskimo kissed.&amp;nbsp; And then the woman next to them started to get in on the act.&amp;nbsp; I'd draw you a diagram if I could, but basically the man was on the left, the woman he was clearly with was in the middle, and their, um, "friend," was on the right.&amp;nbsp; About halfway through I noticed the middle woman--still with her arms around the man and with him leaning on her shoulder--had half a butt cheek on the other woman's chair.&amp;nbsp; That woman's left shoulder was clearly in the middle woman's personal space.&amp;nbsp; And all I could think, while trying to listen to examples of how many times the Bush administration has broken constitutional, federal, and international law, was:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Are they seriously about to have a three-way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And here's the thing.&amp;nbsp; These weren't kids.&amp;nbsp; They were my age, maybe a little older, likely in the 35-40 range.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, when do you grow out of public displays of affection?</content>
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    <title>You know you've lived on the East Coast for too long when...</title>
    <published>2007-09-18T12:57:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-18T12:57:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You try to stop into Dunkin' Donuts on the way to work, but the parking lot is full.&amp;nbsp; So instead you turn into the little alley on the side of it, but there's a sign that very clearly says No Parking Any Time.&amp;nbsp; And your immediate thought is:&amp;nbsp; Even just to run in to Dunkin'?&amp;nbsp; So instead you make an illegal u-turn (I've heard they're all illegal here, but that doens't really stop me) to stop at the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; Dunkin' on the one-mile drive between home and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, all of this was fully justified by having to deal with the slightest of layers of frost on the windshield this morning.&amp;nbsp; Winter's coming!</content>
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