Lunchtime visit

I visited Autumn today at lunch. She giggled when she saw me. Then, we played in the mirror. There's a little bar, like a ballerina bar, with the mirror. It's about a foot off the floor, because it's for babies. Anyway, we sat there laughing hysterically at our faces in the mirror. Then, I rocked her to sleep. When I left her, she was dreaming about something or other in her little crib.


When I see her at daycare, I am struck by how tiny she still is. The picture in this post was taken with our Mac yesterday. She's tiny.

Random thought: close to 2 out of every 5 people on the planet are Indian or Chinese.

Her first sick day.

Autumn, originally uploaded by MRHames.

Last Friday, she got a flu shot. That's the first thing you should know. The second thing is that Rhona visits Autumn every day at lunch. On Monday, just before mom was set to leave, she got a call from the daycare. Autumn had thrown up and needed to be taken home. Mom left work and picked her up. I met them at home. She seemed fine, but we watched her all afternoon (with me trying to get some work done).

Not to get all sentimental and shit, but I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to make life go as smoothly as possible for Autumn. And she'll have countless days where she's sick, and not feeling well enough to go to school. On those days, I'll try to make things comfortable. Yesterday though, we just got a free afternoon, because she seemed fine.

So call it a day to call in well. I look forward to many more of those.

Nanny and Autumn

Nanny and Autumn, originally uploaded by MRHames.

Here is the other picture from Saturday when Nanny was over. Actually, I think this picture might be from Sunday morning, just before the family watched curling on TV. Either way, this is what she generally does now for the camera.

Nanny, Granddad and Autumn

Granddad and Autumn, originally uploaded by MRHames.

She's at the point now where she loves the camera. What you don't see, is the first picture I took of Autumn and Granddad. In that picture, she'll looking at Granddad. But she recognized the flash, and turned to smile. So I clicked again.

When granddad comes over, he generally fixes thing. Right now, we have this little issue with our heat. He took a look, and we decided things were good.

Next, the reason Granddad has time to fix things is that Nanny usually has Autumn.

Flu Shot, and a flipping reaction

Friday, we took Autumn for a flu shot. This is when they stick a needle about the length of my arm into her little tiny thigh. Someone once told me that it actually gets worse. At a certain point, she's going to equate the doctor with needles and pain. At that point, getting her into the door will most likely be a test of wills. I can't wait.

Anyway, there we were in waiting room #4. Autumn, all 16.4 pounds of her, is trying to roll over. I think she knows that rolling over thrills the peanuts out of us, because every time she rolls over, she has a huge smile on her face. It's like she's saying, "look my and dad, I can roll." I'm guarding her, and Rhona is waiting beside me. In comes the nurse with the aforementioned needle. I hold Autumn and prepare the inevitable moment when her thigh lets the rest of her know that it's been compromised, when all of a sudden, nothing happens. No sound. No cry.

She did, for a moment, stop trying to eat the paper she was trying to eat. You know the paper, it's that stuff on a doctors table that's like wax paper, but isn't. After a slight pause, she went back to the paper.

Where we felt the needle, I think, was in the sleeping portion of the story. After 13 consecutive nights of basically sleeping through the night, the streak was broken Friday night. Sleeping through the night entails not having to feed her. We might have to get up and flip her back on her back. Remember, she's a flipper these days. Sometimes she gets herself on her belly in the corner of the crib and gets stuck. Mom and dad have to come to the rescue, but she doesn't wake up.

On Friday night, she had to be fed. We chalk it up to the flu shot.

Coming soon, Nanny and Granddad come to hold Autumn and fix things.

Subliminal Advertising

I think, after once running a marathon, that I could give you about 20 reasons why you shouldn't eat at a McDonald's. You could watch "Super size Me", or you could simply not eat there because they are using sketchy advertising techniques to sell burgers on the food network. I watched this the other day. A guy who was watching Iron Chef America, and noticed a quick flash of red. His DVR recorder was slowed down. Take a look.



There have been a lot of studies on subliminal advertising over the years. Movie theaters apparently used to do this extensively, showing popcorn for a single frame. I don't think this was official policy, I think it's most likely a rogue brand manager. But, if you needed a reason to not eat at McDonald's, here it is.

Autumn

Autumn, originally uploaded by MRHames.

True, this was taken last year. But, here's the thing: our camera is on the fritz. The shutter doesn't open fully when we turn the thing on. We're looking into it. We still have the two macs to take pictures. And we could go old school and take film shots. Either way, we have to solve this issue. We'll keep you posted.

I've been tagged

Claudinho, over at a great blog called "sparking curious mind" has tagged me. Sparking is a blog I check often because he has a lot of great thoughts about advertising. Here at Autumn Created, I have posted about advertising and politics, but mostly I keep it to Autumn. Anyway, when you're tagged, you're supposed to write five things people might not have known about you. Here my five.

1. I figure skated until I was 13. Yes, I landed a double sow cow, but have no idea why it's called that.

2. For the longest time, I wanted to be a pilot. I realized later my stomach didn't.

3. In university, I had a call in sports talk show. In almost three years, the number of calls I got was 8. My partner though is now an on air Canadian sportscaster.

4. I played the drums in high-school. Still have a drum set in the basement of my parent's house. My dad often wonders when I'll take it home.

5. I hated curling for the first 6 months I did it. My parents signed me up when I was 16 and I thought socially, that my high school popularity would have a hard time taking that kind of blow. Plus, my first skip was an idiot.

I think I'll also do five about Autumn.

1. She loves the color yellow. It makes her smile.

2. She holds her breath when our dog Lucy licks her in the face.

3. She's had some spice. We place a little cinnamon in her apple sauce. Here's hoping she loves spices.

4. We're not sure if the cat likes her. The dog loves her. The cat, we're not sure of.

5. She's 7 months, and we have almost 1000 pictures of her taken with the Mac photo booth on our home computer.

Matt.

Is 2007 the year?

This could be the year that people stop calling Global Warming a theory, and start seriously considering it a fact. There are countless things on the net one could look at to see the effects of global warming. This little picture show, in German, tells the story in such a dramatic way that I wanted to share it.

Matt.

State of the Union

I watched parts of the State of the Union speech last night, in between watching the skills competition of the All-Star game. I must admit, there's some good solid audacity in the NHL to put their all-star skills competition up against the State of Union. Since it was covered on all the networks, and all the cable news networks, one would think most of America, which has seen 6 SOTU's to date, might have looked elsewhere. Especially since its easy to find clips of his speech. It's also easy to find other clips.

Below are two clips. One is a hilarious send up of the SOTU. Way more entertaining. Plus, the Democratic response is hilarious (and a sneek peek at some of the satire we'll see in the next two years).

However, before you watch the jokey thing, I should point this out: I stayed on to watch Jim Webb respond to the State of the Union. Each year, the networks allow a "Democratic Response". This year, they asked Jim Webb, the former Secretary of the Navy for Reagan to give the response. It was one of the best speeches I've seen a politician give.



Now, the Real democratic response. Spoken without the polish of a politician, and yet, with the passion that sometimes seems missing.

Autumn's report card #2

Here then, the long awaited part two of Autumn's report card.



I should point out that Autumn was there at the parent teacher conference, and while it was all positive, she was humble, staying quiet throughout the entire 10 minute meeting.



In all seriousness, it was a nice moment. We're a little family, and this is an important part of her life. Involvement in a child's education is the best way to ensure she (or he) gets a good one. I have some issues about education in this country, but that doesn't mean I can't or won't get involved in every aspect of her learning.

Parent Teacher conference

That's right. A little while ago, we had a parent / teacher conference at Autumn's day care. She was even given a report card. Yes, she was less than 7 months old. Still, we went to talk about her, and how she's adjusting to day care. The bottom line is, she's doing great. The parent teacher conference is all about us. About how we're doing. So, here, finally is her first report card.



This is the cover. Click on it to make it bigger.

Here's page one.



A highlight: "Autumn is right on target". I should add that this morning, she was rolling around like a little ball. Belly, back. Belly, back. She'll be crawling before we know it.

Coming tomorrow, page 2 of the report. A highlight: "Autumn is right on target".

Autumn gets bigger

Yesterday was her 7 month birthday. Yesterday morning, it really became apparent how much bigger she is.

I remember posting posting about her getting bigger. I also posted once about how she's my little heater. The little heater post was about how she would snuggle into me in our bed. She could get in close because she was so small, and she could tuck up under my arm. Yesterday morning, mom brought Autumn in to see me, as I slept in. She didn't fit anymore. She still laid down beside me, but she could get tucked in. Plus, she is a lot more squirmy these days.

I know there will be a lot of moments in our lives where I'll realize she's no longer not my little girl, so I don't want to dwell too much on this. But I will say, it was nice having her fit under my arm. I appreciated it. And I'll appreciate all the other little moments we'll have as she grows up.

marriage vows

so you promise to love, maybe honor, stay with in the case of sickness and health, good times, bad times....but what about bad pants?

if you haven't yet promised yoruself to someone- you might give serious thought to spelling out your wardrobe expectations at the start of a committment/marriage.

Matt has been wearing a pair of trackpants (americans read sweatpants) since we met. Now, initally they were cool. Pretty standard stuff- black pants with a white stripe up the legs. I know you have seen the type on 3 out of 10 guys walking their dogs, running in your parks, maybe even renting a movie on a Saturday night at your local video store.

Fast forward five years and these pants are a bit worse for wear. And by this I don't mean they are full of holes or are threadbare. No- their fate is much worse for all of us.

they have shrunk.

and shrunk so more.

My husband is walking around in floods. And I mean BAD FLOODS.

Now in most cases, I look the other way when he walks out of the house in something less than the current fashions. But these pants kill me, there really is no excuse for them.

This morning as he put on his black short short (and tight!) trackpants, brown/greenish socks (fully visible due to the floodfactor), a navy jacket and nasty old dirty red ski hat - all i could do was laugh. I did ask him to wear a sign making it clear that I did not condone nor support this choice in active wear....but truly what can i do?

So, if you haven't committed yourself to someone- you might give serious consideration to included a clothes-clause in your vows. Either that or get a hooded jacket and a really big pair of sunglasses.

For Fun

Since we haven't posted in a while, thought I'd throw up a 'self-portrait', taken with the work computer. No additional commentary, except the ease in which we can take and share pictures now makes this such a great time to have a little one. Soon, we'll use that camera to catch her in video. It's gonna be fun.

winter hits hard, and it hurts

Indeed. It's winter in Buffalo. True, we were hit with a massive amount of snow back in what seemed like late Summer, but after the snow, relative warmth. But alas, with freezing temperatures killing the oranges in California, you just knew it was gonna get chilly. This morning, with the thermometer hitting 19 (now), it was Autumn's coldest day. Mom hooked her up in the baby bjorn, with hats, gloves, her snow suit and a blanket and took the girls for a walk, only to discover it was really too cold. And, methinks it will get colder.

It's indeed time to crawl up with a good book, snuggle, and wait it all out. So, stay warm (unless you're living in Hawaii or something) and read something good.

Aunt Tracey baby sits

So last night, mom and dad went to the Sabres game to watch them lose their third straight home game. There has been some whispers about the ice at HSBC Center being choppy. Passes don't appear as smooth, and the high flying Sabres don't seem that high-flying lately. Maybe it's just a simple mid-season slump. They could use the All-Star break.

Anyway, Aunt Tracey came to visit and babysit. It was nice. We appreciate it -- it's a long way to come. Autumn appreciates it. And Lucy certainly liked it.

Earn it like Beckham

David Beckham is bringing his Spice Girl to the US. This is big. If you're reading this for the first time on this blog, then let me break the news: David Beckham signed with the LA Galaxy (a team I hadn't heard of) for around 250 million over 5 years. Outside of the US, Football (Soccer) is a passion.

“Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I assure you, it's much more serious than that.” said Bill Shankly.

This is the passion he'll try to foster: this YouTube clip is of a pre-game anthem played before every Liverpool Game. Admittedly, Liverpool FC has been around for 100 years. But watch it (stay with it, and look for the tear in the Liverpool players eye):



The closest thing to this here is college football, but I would argue that a lot of the passion comes from the people attending the school. This is complete brand passion. Incredible.

I wish him the best. I'll consider going when he comes to Toronto. somehow though, I don't think I'll be alone.

Some new pictures

I took these pictures a couple of days ago. She was in a great mood.

This is Autumn in an expressive mood.  ... See my Tabblo>

Back in the Saddle again

I have been back at work six days now and I am just getting around to posting about it.
...
being back at work.
getting dressed in the morning.
working in my office.
coming in at 8.30 and staying until 5pm.
sitting at my desk, workin'
workin'
...

I can't say that I am super glad to be back at work and at the same time I can't truly say it makes me unhappy. There is a part of me that feels like i am on autopilot, I see an email, I take a phone call, i talk with a student and i respond. Sometimes it takes a minute, an hour, a day to remember what I am supposed to do- but i am getting back in the swing again. I am making progress, i am learning what happened during my maternity leave and I am catching up.

I don't have anything profound to say about being back at work. I enjoyed being at home and spending all day with Autumn. I will say this- regardless of your job working outside of the home is a hell of a lot easier than staying at home all day. Being a stay at home mom is wihtoutadoubt the hardest job there is. Sure, you might have a 20-40 minute window where your child is napping,but you likely need to use that time to throw in a load of laundry, change out of the clothes covered in spit-up, think about taking a shower, sit down and catch your breath, unhook the jolly jumper so you don't run into it everytime you pass through the doorway, something. There is always something to do.

Here at work, I am busy (don't get me wrong)- but it is somehow controlled busyness.

So, I am back. I will say this, I am excited to get paid again.
So, I guess it is good.
for now.
to get paid again.

for being back at work.