Monthly Archives: October 2007

Hello Pot, it’s Kettle Calling

The President did it. He vetoed the State Children’s Health Insurance Program, just as he threatened he would. He voted AGAINST providing 3.5 million poor children with health care and the best part is the irony. How ironic that the most prolific spender, the man who has increased our budget and spends $1 billion a day in Iraq, claims it is “too costly.”

Senator Kennedy had a fabulous quote about this veto stating: “I think that this is probably the most inexplicable veto in the history of the country. It is incomprehensible. It is intolerable. It’s unacceptable.”

House Speaker Nancy Pelosi has indicated that she will work furiously to get the votes needed to overturn this abhorrent veto.

In the meantime, uber-organized group MomsRising wasted no time in getting out an email to its vast membership and calling for a rally today, click here to learn more:

http://pol.moveon.org/event/events/index.html?action_id=97&rc=mom_attend

MomsRising also included some startling statistics in their call-to-action email that I think we should all take note of:

 *12% of American Children don’t have any insurance coverage at all
* The U.S. Ranks 37th in the world for infant mortality
* One-in-five U.S. jobs does not provide health insurance, a pension, or wages high enough to support a family
* For a family of 4, one year of health insurance costs an average of 11,000
* Over 1/2 of all bankruptcy filings in 2001 were a result of medical expenses

The bottom line is that having access to proper health care impacts every one of us. As I’ve said before, it is SHAMEFUL that we have so many uninsured poor children in this country, let alone so many uninsured Americans. I hope you will take note of whether your Representative or Senator supported this Bill or voted against and contact the ones that voted against. It’s the least we can do to help support Pelosi in her attempt to over-turn this absurd and abhorrent veto.

Pushin’ Presents

It’s a rare day when I am pleased with a segment on motherhood on the Today Show. Unfortunately I missed the segment on “Pushin’ Presents” this morning but a friend reminded me of it and well….there’s a story about it on their web site:

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/21101071/

And so first, let me say that I think the phrase “baby present” is much more desirable and easier on the ear than “Pushin’ Present.” So moving forward, we will refer to it as a baby present.

That being said, I know there are two schools of thought out there. One is that well, you receive a baby present after you have a baby – and this gift should come from your husband or partner to you. The other is that it is ridiculous and why should you receive such a thing?

I’m thinking we can all figure out who falls in which camp…over in one corner we have the women advocating for baby gifts and in the other we have the husbands wondering WTF.

So once again, I will take it upon myself to comment.

It is my belief that once you endure 9 or 10 months of pregnancy..and then you get that baby out of you – however that baby might come out – you are more than deserving of a gift. See, the American Husband – he can just show up one day, help hold your leg back for however long it takes and bam – he gets a baby.

But you – need I get into all the things you go through in order to bring this child into the world? If you don’t know yet well, you’ll find out soon enough.

I also believe that while the husband might think that purchasing a gift for his wife is nonsense BEFORE the baby is born, even if you’ve had a difficult pregnancy, I firmly believe that once he witnesses precisely what you go through to give him this child, he’ll quickly change his mind, all the while thanking the good Lord above that he is a man.

If you are still pregnant and doubtful that this day of enlightenment will ever shine brightly upon your husband, fear not kittens, just trust me. Of course, if you are foolish enough to not want your husband in the room because you don’t want him to “not desire you” or “see you that exposed” – well then you’re an idiot and I don’t feel sorry for you if you don’t get anything. I am of the belief that your husband helped get you in this situation – he sure as hell is going to be there to witness what you have to do to get out of this situation. Why should he get off scott-free? It’s bad enough that his boobies will never engorge.

So, now that we’ve established that you’ve more than earned a gift, let’s discuss what this gift might be and how you go about getting what you want.

First, you might have a husband who is a masterful gift giver and will rush off and purchase you something extravagant or sparkly and just dazzle you in the moment of surprise when he presents said gift. If that is the case then bless you. You deserve it.

This might not be the case, however, so then you are left wondering – do you sit around and hope it’s a good one or do you chime in?

Ladies – again – you’ve endured enough – if there is something that you have your eye on, then don’t be a martyr, SPEAK UP. Communicate this to your husband. In my personal situation, I was really hoping that my darling husband would just blow me away,  but he just felt overwhelmed. I still don’t know if before I went into labor, he actually thought he was going to get me anything, but he certainly must have changed his mind and he felt like it was too big of a decision to make on his own.

So off we went together, me, husband, darling new daughter and all my extra baby weight, off in search of what this gift would be. It didn’t feel overly romantic at the time but again – I’d been through enough and at the end of the day, I received something very lovely.

Which brings me to the final point – this doesn’t need to be a gift that breaks the bank or puts you in debt. Hell, supporting a child will do that enough. But it should be something meaningful and with the best intentions, you might actually believe that you will impart this gift to your child one day when he/she is old enough.

Of course, that might just be the new mommy love talking in you. The hardened, tired parent of a 25 year old might feel quite differently but we don’t need to worry about that right now.  Hell, the hardened tired parent of an almost 2-year old already feels differently about that on some days.

All I’m sayin is that at the end of the day, if momma’s happy, everyone’s happy, and on the days when you’re particularly exhausted or pissed off at your husband, it just might help a little bit to look down and admire your baby gift instead of that muffin top that you can’t seem to get rid of.

Dad Talk

On Sunday we had brunch with a couple who have a 4 month old. We are friends through the husbands, they grew up together. Normally we get together with what I could consider “my friends” and the wives dominate the conversation.

Come to think of it, no matter who we get together with, let’s be honest, it seems the wives dominate the conversation.

Let’s face it, we’re more interesting and talkative, us women folk. Who wants to talk football when they can be talking fall fashion? Boots anyone? (sidebar: I FINALLY purchased a pair of low heeled chocolate brown boots and I am thrilled. I think they will do right by me this fall and winter, chasing after my toddler but looking cute and stylish along the way. Here’s the link if you’re curious:  http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2923689/0~2376778~2372811~2376239~2376362~2376240?mediumthumbnail=Y&origin=category&searchtype=&pbo=2376240&P=1).

OK – so while the wives pretty much dominated with our fascinating thoughts again this past Sunday, the husbands also chimed in. And this was a first-time meeting of these two friends since both of them have become fathers.

And frankly, what I heard actually surprised me. There’s some new show on ABC that I haven’t watched and don’t intend to but the previews show Dylan McDermott (hot) sitting in a spa like situation with his male friends and he makes some comment “Men, we’re the new women.”

I’m guessing that’s the only funny one-liner for the entire series of the show but it amused me. And suddenly, over brunch on Sunday, I found myself thinking there was truth to that statement. 

My husband’s friend starting talking about how he is adjusting to the reality that he just doesn’t have time for anything anymore. For example, working out. He lamented how he just doesn’t have any extra time to get to the gym.

To which my husband responded in agreement, even sounding sympathetic, and went on to say “I know, it’s like I’m constantly racing around. I get up in the morning and we’re taking turns getting ready and playing with our daughter. Then I race out the door to get to work. Then I hurry through the day and just work so I can get out at a reasonable time. Then I race home and try to beat the traffic so I can get home and see her a little bit before she goes to bed. It’s non-stop.”

STOP THE PRESSES.

Hold up.

Was I hearing this right?

In case you are confused, allow me to remind you, this conversation was taking place between my husband and his buddy.

NOT between me and the wife.

I was blown away.

Here we are, coming on two years into this parenthood gig, and it just blew me away that all this time, my husband actually feels the same way that I do. I had no idea. He’s never expressed this rushed feeling meanwhile, dive into the archives of KT, or just read me once a week, and do you hear anything else? It’s a common theme. Race race race. The Amazing Race.  Hell, I have trouble slowing down for old ladies with walkers when I’m driving home from work. And don’t get me started on jaywalkers.

But this honest conversation between two dad’s was not only surprising to me, it made me feel ridiculous for not realizing it and it was just really cool to listen to the two of them banter on like a bunch of mom’s. 

Maybe Dad’s are the new women?

Monday Morning Perspective

So before I left this morning my nanny offered up some perspective on life. She started telling me how she babysat on Saturday for a three-year old little girl in my neighborhood. She said “she made me cry.”

Turns out the little girl cried a lot while my nanny was there because she misses her daddy.

Her daddy is a soldier in Iraq. She said she talked so much about her daddy and how much she misses him and how much she wants him to come home.

Then when she went to bed, she took a letter with her and held it in her little hands under her pillow, a letter from her daddy. My nanny said there were many other such letters under her pillow that she holds onto all night long.

Is there a dry eye anywhere in the room right now?

Honestly, it’s that kind of thing that just puts everything into perspective. I’m not sure how I can stop thinking about this little girl and how much she aches for her daddy before my mind even wanders to the little girl’s mom, who was hopefully having a much needed fun night out on Saturday.