argument topics

Well, it took us two days, but we thought of some possible argument topics:

Which is better? Disgusting peanut butter? Or delicious peanut butter?

This one is fun because I think Jif is disgusting what with Carnauba wax and all. And Dave thinks Smuckers All Natural is gross because it distinctly LACKS the sugar and wax. So, each of us defines disgusting and delicious differently...thus, the never ending nature of this one.

Is Dave always right? Or just sometimes?

This one is also fun because Dave is the most mild-mannered, kind, gentle and diplomatic person you could ever meet. But, he DOES have his stubborn side. Each of us enjoys being right--that tiny jolt of energy that comes with the satisfaction. So, at our house, we make a special point to pause in the conversation, whenever any person is right, and we jokingly allow that person to revel in the momentary moral superiority. Even on the most trivial of matters.

And lastly,

Should our dog be named Merlin Hecubus, Spawn of Satan (Dave's choice) or Barclay Cornelius (my choice)?

This one isn't AS fun as the others, since, Merlin is Dave's dog, and he selected the name Merlin from the get-go. However, I have always been slightly disturbed by the schizophrenic nature of Merlin's name, it seeming to cast a long shadow on Merlin's personality prospects for the future. And, sure enough, Merlin HAS lived up to his name. Not to mention the internal psychological battle of good and evil on a supernatural scale.

I have always thought a more benign, and easy-going name for him could have just been Barclay. It has an Australian ring to it. And, the Planet of the Apes reference--grounding the dog squarely to the animal world. Generally, just pleasant.

Those of you who know Dave know, that his secret world is filled with epic, supernatural battles. (Hence his stellar performance at law school.)

So, while this argument is generally resolved, and I've lost, I still like to bring it up and point out the wisdom of my line of thinking. Especially when Merlin is a bad dog. Then the argument becomes, "YOUR dog is being a bad dog." He is only my dog when he is behaving.

the requisite argument

Dave and I never argue. Well, OK, possibly rarely argue. I don't know if that's good or bad, but I'm super happy and he says he is as well. Today, I heard a story on Garrison Keillor's show (normally I would be very embarrassed to admit to listening, BUT--see earlier posts about how there is only one radio station -- NPR -- in the suburban DC area hence my great consternation) about how he was friends with a couple who never fought, until one day, much like a little league baseball game,* they had a really raucous argument, and things unravelled quickly from there.

So, he said, naturally, most wise couples instead have the 'requisite' argument. A common argument, that never gets resolved that usually is about something trivial. It comes up from time to time instead of actual communication.

* these games go along smoothly until one player makes a spectacular error, and then the game spirals quickly downward--apparently this is observable and predictable. I wouldn't know! I guess I'll soon find out :)

As a preventative measure, Dave and I are trying to decide on the subject matter for our requisite argument. Possibilities include: (um...)

In other news, Isaac is climbing--on the stairs! Of course, with very close supervision. He can easily go up the stairs. Down is a bigger challenge. He still hasn't connected that it's really bad to go face first. I've been trying to get him to shimmy down backwards, but he still wants to just lead with his head.

He also has pink eye. It's illness #3, in a quick succession that began as soon as he started to put things in his mouth--around March 1st.

Dave is doing really well. He had a review recently which resulted in a bonus and a raise! And some comment about 98 of 100% performance rating. Wow! Go Dave!

In other Dave news, they had a Moot Court competition at his school. Of 350 1Ls (one-ells = first year law students), Dave presented oral arguements at a {very seriously scary} courthouse downtown {where they had only law enforcement vehicles and parking for "expert witnesses" YIKES!}, and he was one of 140 to go to the second round, one of 50 to go to the 3rd round, and we're waiting to hear if he's one of 16 to continue to the final round. Go Dave!! Nice job.

As far as my career accomplishments, I now know the difference between cleaning and disinfecting. I am very close to resolving my paper backlog, and I'm learning more about plumbing and home maintenance than anyone would ever care to know. NOTE: baby wipes are the best dust cloths, and they're great on stainless appliances. All a far cry from the glamourous life I was leading before, but there is nothing to compare to spending time with Isaac and the puppies all day :)

I still enjoy every single second of my time with Isaac. He is really sweet and wonderful and it's fun to watch his world come to life. He likes laughing, he HATES bananas, and he loves the doggies. It's all very sweet.

I am so looking forward to taking Isaac to the baby pool in our neighborhood. Dave also wants to buy a little one for our deck. The only bad thing is the wind gusts here somethin' crazy--and who wants to be outside with that going on?!!

I joined a mom's group--and then, I met lots of ladies who suggested I join their groups. So--I joined a second one, and am considering a third! Despite knowing a lot of friends and family here, it can't hurt to make new friends.

We miss you--and we have TONS of photos--and I'm waiting for Dave to finish school to post them--more soon!

Email us at schleiferkin@gmail.com. :)

if you're happy and you know it...

Clap your hands!

Isaac is clapping! We still don't have any teeth, but we do drool a lot and say things like "ta, ta, ta." I think Isaac has said "da da" but we don't know if he knows what it means.

He loves playing peek-a-boo and mimicking games like stick-out-your-tongue. And he loves to eat cereal and vegetables in his new high chair.

We have TONS of photos--like I mentioned, but Dave is the consummate FOAT-HOG and he knows about all the wires and such, and HEY, I'm just LAZY sometimes, let's just be perfectly honest?

Dave has been nose to the grindstone with his studies and writing papers and briefs, so, no time for things like the BLOG. Soon, very soon.

In other news, I've joined TWO mom's groups, and it's nice to meet moms in the neighborhood. Isaac is also enjoying our outings. And, it's been super fun reconnecting with my BFF from 8th grade.

Take care and more soon :)
Moi!

isaac is crawling!

He's wearing clothes for an 18 month old.

He turns 7 months tomorrow.

I have tons of pictures to post. More soon!

I don't often mention it...

...BUT!

Since my friend Susan said she felt trapped by a sick child at home in her blog-- and she survived...I am emboldened.

OMG! While I love being a parent to an infant, I hate being a caregiver.

There, I said it.

DISCLAIMER: My mom said yesterday her life is a 9 out of 10. She said she loves living with us, enjoys getting to know me better, and loves seeing Isaac everyday. She loves the food I cook and the chance to visit with the steady stream of family and friends. Her doctors would say I'm doing an excellent job, and her improving health is a testiment to the care she's receiving.

I help her send emails, write letters, do all of her paperwork and medications, and keep a steady flow of coffee, pepsi, ice, cheese, crackers, cookies and sandwiches coming, and I clean everything. I take her to all of her appointments and I help her with activities of daily living that we will not mention here.

I know more about oxygen tanks and concentrators and walkers and wheelchairs than I would ever care to know.


So--obviously she and I are having very different experiences.

Caregiving is no fun. Not because the work itself is difficult, but because of the trapped feeling. I can't leave the house overnight without an emotional firestorm, and I always have to be reachable by cell. There is no 'time off.' Even if I'm away, I am still 'on-call.'

I'm trying to do my best to accept the situation gracefully and know that it's temporary. I just wish I had a few siblings to share this with. (Or, at times, that I could fake my own death. Was that my outside voice?)

And for those of you who have not purchased Long Term Care insurance for yourselves and your parents--the clock is TICKING, tick tock, tick tock. Get it as early as possible while you still qualify and it's cheap. These events can drain your savings amazingly fast. Money is not a total solution, but the not-enough-money situation is even more stressful. Just my soapbox.

Ciao for now. Miss you!

shopping with Isaac

Isaac is quite the little boy now! For the last 4 times we've gone shopping, he's been riding in the cart! It's very exciting. He absolutely loves it. He looks around and around and we talk about all the tantalizing things on the store shelves.

(Now, yes, those of you germ-a-phobes WILL notice, he doesn't have a THINGIE. A shopping cart cover THINGIE. Yes, money is TIGHT! Law school is expensive! But, mommy always wipes down the cart with the anti-bacterial wipes first, so don't you worry now. We won't even start to discuss the doggie situation at home, because I know there's only so much you can take. Just know that the entire line of Lysol cleaners has become my new best friend.)

And, on the eve of turning 40, I think I've finally figured out how to keep the house continuously clean and straightened, the bills up to date, and the laundry and food coming. How sad that it took me this long. But, I guess when you're a working girl, you aren't just focused on the homestead. How freeing it is though! How much more able I am to enjoy time with Isaac, and how much more I'm able to be present with my mom and the dogs.

Today Dave and I are off to the asian market. Oh, how we miss the Uwajimaya. The asian markets around here are a little more 'authentic' then Dave and I are truly comfortable venturing into. Yes, we like pretty branding, and businesses that invest in marketing, interior decor, lighting and cleanliness. We are like Meg and Hamilton Swan from Best in Show--*so* lucky to have been raised amongst catalogs.

We are making delicious Thai and Malaysian food because we live in the MOUNTAINS and there is only Chinese out here.

no sleep til brooklyn

OMG.

Isaac stopped sleeping through the night around the first of the month. I am having trouble doing ordinary things.

And Dave's school is in high gear. Many weekends he wakes up, goes to the computer and doesn't leave except for bathroom breaks. He stays there until 2 am.

During the week, we drive him to the subway station at 8 am and then pick him up at 9 pm in downtown DC. And he studies until midnight.

So--it's like having 3 kids and two dogs--and no help. And no REM sleep.

My house is pretty clean and straightened--and I do a fair job keeping the food and laundry coming. But if I step away from any of the routines for a moment, things degrade rapidly to chaos.

There are tons of doctor's appointments--and non-stop errands and shopping, and running hither and tither to fetch things for my mom. So there's not a real feeling of accomplishing any kind of projects--like writing thank you notes for example. That stuff just gets delayed indefinitely.

There is definitely no planning--or being READY for what's coming next. There is just THIS CONTINUOUS MOMENT.

It's very different from the satisfaction of working and getting paid. I describe it to Dave as being like 200,000 leagues under the sea. And being interrupted constantly.

It's our life during school. I can't wait until early May. Dave will be 25% done with law school.

Ciao for now.