Memorial Day Weekend 2008.

So, Memorial Day Weekend just passed and a lot of things happened. I saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I got to play cards with Colin Timmins, we took Hazel to her first San Jose Giants Game with the Family(minus German), I broke the sink and we all got sick. Okay, so let's start.
On Saturday night I went with Lib and John to see the new Indiana Jones. I went with them to the 10:50pm showing and met them there. I came way early, with Brain Age in hand and grabbed a vegan cookie and a diet soda. It was nice. Then Lib and John came and we saw the movie. The trailers were all ones that I have seen, but they had a long one for Kung-Fu Panda which made John Cranston laugh out loud. The part that made him laugh was when a Snow Leopard slams into the panda's belly and as the impact happens the panda, voiced by Jack Black says, "Ske-dooch," then the leopard flies off in the air. John could not stop laughing. He was still laughing into the start of the movie. Well, the movie got into gear and right when Indy puts on his hat the reel busted and the movie stopped. I laughed out loud. In fact, I think it made the experience better. So, that being said, Indiana Jones was pretty weird. It had a lot of potential, but also seemed like Harrison Ford was trying to prove himself...the whole time. He was not as mean and 'tough-love' as he was in the previous films. It was like he pretended he wasn't 62, which really took away from it all. Also...I think that Spielberg needs to let go of aliens. This is his fourth alien film, he did E.T., Close Encounters of the Third Kind and War of the Worlds. Now with Indy, I get that time passed and yes, I missed Connery and Marcus Brody, but seeing Indy and Marien was pretty great but forced and a little contrived.
Okay, happy place. We also took Hazel to her first baseball game this weekend. Well, not her first, but her first with good players. (I have taken her to two Junior High Baseball Games at Pinewood and she had a great time). But this time there was a huge crowd, well, huge for San Jose Giants. Lib, John, Meg and us were all there and if it weren't for Hazel growing her third tooth, yes, she has two already on the bottom center, and now she has her first top tooth growing in, and let me tell you, it has not been an easy process. So yeah, we stayed until the top of the ninth and left. Hazel had had it with the game. She was not a fan at all. After the game went home and I dealt with my new favorite headache. Gerber daisies.
So, prior to the game I told Heather I would clean the kitchen and living room and she would clean the bedroom and the bathroom. So, I thought, I will clean the kitchen first, and in doing that I got the dishes ready on the counter and cleared some space in the sink and got every thing ready for the dishwasher, but before really anything, I decided, on a stupid level, to cut up some dead flowers into small pieces and put them in the disposal. For a bit it sounded okay, a little rocky whirring, but nothing I hadn't heard before. Then....something gross happened. Everything started happening in reverse. The water was coming back up through the drain and it was brown with green gerber daisy stems and then the water created a reverse whirlpool that was actually shooting the water up at me. It was nasty. I called Crockett and he walked me through was was wrong. First he said to get a plunger. That didn't help. Then he told me how to clean the pea-trap. That was my headache. I am actually getting a headache right now just thinking about it. To be continued.

Sick Hay cont.

So last night, I heard a coughing sound around 1am coming from the bathroom. I turned on my nightstand light and asked Heather if she was okay. She was not. Hazel's flu or whatever it was had made its way to Heath. Last night was not good. So this morning, I took care of Hazel and left her with Heather before I went to work. I gave Hazel a bottle and left her in the playpen while Heather slept in fetal position on the couch. So, I get to work this morning and I get the following email from Heather's Blackberry at 10:10am.

Hazel has diarrea now- so I am going to pick her up at Evelyns. I need to leave here as close to 4pm as possible to go to City Hall to take materials to a meeting tonight. Can you be home around 4pm?

Sickness rocks!

So, on my hand, in black Sharpie is 7UP and Wipes. I talked to Mark and Marie about potentially calling in tomorrow so that I can take care of Heather and Hazel. I am not sure if I am going to get this sickness yet, because I haven't been around Hazel that much, but you never know. Either way, being prepared for that possibility is really all that I can do right now.

Sick Hay.

So I got a call this afternoon from Evelyn, Hazel's sitter, and apparently Hazel is sick. I am in class, moderating the ambition of three boys, who are supposed to be working on a ROME packet, but instead are talking about the best 'fight' scenes in movies and Pokemon characters, when, Dafna, the admissions director from my school comes in to my class and tells me, "Your sitter just called and I gave her your extension." My heart went to my throat. I asked her if she could watch my class and I ran to my car to grab my cell. I called the sitter and she said Hazel was puking and crying inconsolably. Now, my life is kind of a pain this year because of my schedule. Since I work at a 7-12 school, the Jr. High gets out at 3, while the High School gets out at 215. So, yeah, I never get out early and with this added fear that my little girl is ill, I am pretty much in hero mode. So I run about to try and get a hold of heather as well as track down a substitute. The woman in charge of subbing is out meeting her painter, whatever that means, and no one in the office is all that helpful due to the new sudoku puzzle or online ordering that is currently wasting their time until 5. So I ask Phil, "I can't, I have to go home and clean out my fridge." And I run down and ask Barrett, "Of course." Which is soon followed by a text message from heather, who was MIA for a bit, and she told me she was eating lunch in the city hall mess hall. So, she told me she would get Hazel and that she would call the on call nurse. Crisis averted.

Been awhile.

Yeah, so, I have not really been into this lately and there is a lot to catch up on. I have a diary that I prefer to write in, but this is so much easier. For some reason I am paranoid beyond belief about predators out there and other creepies reading about my life, especially my kid and wife. For some reason, I am not to worried about myself though. Weird. Anyways, Hazel can crawl now, which she learned right before she was 9 months old, about a week before actually. I was worried about it for awhile, but now it is much more difficult. The sitter in fact told me I would 'rue the day' I said that out loud, and sometimes....I do. Hazel gets into everything and loves chewing on anything white and metal. So, she loves the MacBook, especially its battery cord. Yesterday she was sucking on the end with the magnet and Heather freaked out. She thought it would be bad for her or something. So, I googled, 'can babies suck on magnets?' Which, on top of it being pretty earnest, the google search was funny in its entirety. I made fun of heather about it for awhile after that. Especially since i am normally the motherhen.