A few weeks ago, I noticed a distinct change in Stella's vision. Bam! It could not have been more obvious if she slapped me across the face and said, "Damn it, mommy woman! My vision is changing! Give me a god damned hug!" In short, her peripheral vision opened up in dramatic fashion. Last year,… Continue reading The Great Peripheral Awakening of 2011
I have the good fortune to be writing copy for a really delightful web-based company whose product is perfect for moms like me. Currently, I'm both collecting and writing inspirational quotes for their use. It's fun work, and hilarious at times--in my brain. Especially when I write lines myself that are supposed to sound incredibly… Continue reading Quotable?
In the first chapter of John Gottman's wonderful book, Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child, my current daily life is illuminated: "Behavioral psychologists have observed that preschoolers typically demand that their caretakers deal with some kind of need or desire at an average rate of three times a minute." Stella is officially two and a half, 38… Continue reading Two points of view. One big push forward.
Yesterday was sunny and crisp. A Golden Delicious apple of a day. Okay, a frozen one. I'd recently read about how incredibly important and beneficial outdoor time is to kids' eyesight, and was determined to whisk Stella off to the neighborhood park immediately after her nap. Stella woke up, and after wasting about 30 to… Continue reading Stella insists she can see with BOTH eyes
Yesterday afternoon, during Stella's nap, I was working here at the computer with sunshine pouring in from the window when thought I detected the slightest noise behind me. I swiveled in my chair and was jolted by the sight of Stella, standing just a couple feet away. "Thriller" would've been an apt soundtrack for that… Continue reading But terror takes the sound before you make it
Stella knows how to use "WHAT!?" for comedic effect. At PCC, the natural grocery store we hit up to three times a day, there are fun sculptures outside. In reference to one of them she exclaimed, "A dog on a bike--WHAAAT!?" Just a sliver of a pause inserted. She went ahead and tacked on the… Continue reading UW pre-optometry students to the rescue!
When I was an infant, I had to wear booties attached by a bar. The goal was to straighten out my legs. It worked, but my legs are a bit S-shaped to this day. They curve oddly at the knee, a quirk noticed by various coaches in middle and high school. But you know what?… Continue reading Knowing when to worry, and when not to
It happened in the glow of our large flat monitor with the two dead pixels, which have long taunted us with their bold red hue. Stella freaked out, both passionately and oddly, flailing her arms around her head and wailing out of apparent discomfort. A powerful emotional display for a fit based on what seemed… Continue reading A crime of passion. A lesson for us all.
My official assessment is that this week's in-office vision therapy went well. It was interesting, and eye-opening. (Once again I've let you down and resorted to puns.) Eye-patched Stella threw a couple blocks in frustration and engaged in impressive evasive maneuvers, but we managed to reel her back in while avoiding a fight. We totally… Continue reading Cirque de Okay
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS? (I'm talking to my brain cells here--not you, dear readers!) Ahem. I mean, hey you smart little guys up in my head. I'm concerned about you! Are you feeling okay? Gosh, I wish there was something I could do to help you. Maybe I should eat more… Continue reading Insert screaming noise here.