Monthly Archives: February 2008

Happy Leap Day!

A DJ on the radio last night was asking listeners to call in and answer: “How often do we have a leap year?” Derrr…

The prize: a $25 gift certificate to Brake Check. Not even enough for a crappy brake job, if you happened to need one.

Hmmm… I don’t know which was more lame, the question or the prize.

Teeth!

Who would have ever thought that identifying new teeth could be so challenging?!? With the help of an extra set of pediatrician hands and a nifty tongue depressor, I’m 99% sure I saw more than one. How many? I couldn’t tell you. Don’t even think about asking me to post a photograph of his pearly whites!

Ooops!

Note to Prius owners: When the car says “Add Fuel,” do it. When the car says, “no really, add fuel now, dummy (exclamation point)” it’s no longer about whether or not you can make it to the gas station before the car stalls. Apparently, even if you make it to the gas station in time and fill up the car, it still might decide not to turn back on until it has an appointment with the Toyota Doctor. As we found out on Sunday.

the “no, really” lights

It seems like everyone wants to know the question, “what happens when a hybrid runs out of gas?” so I wasn’t surprised to find several personal anecdotes on the internet. Some tell tales that you can run the car on battery power and coast into the gas station on fumes, but this doesn’t seem to be the norm. I read somewhere that this is a safety feature, designed to keep you from destroying the car by running it into the ground on the electric engine/battery alone. I also read that if you manage to keep the car running and fill the tank, then reboot, the warning lights should go away after 50 miles. Or just don’t let it get that low. Especially not on a Sunday afternoon.

Tooth?

…with an emphasis on the question mark. Wednesday evening last week I noticed a “hole” (for lack of a better word) on Noah’s lower right gum. Not in the center, where I might expect a tooth to pop through, but off near the canine area. It wasn’t red and it wasn’t white, and it didn’t look remotely toothy. The “hole” closed up a little and became less noticeable over the weekend, but if you run a finger over his gum, you can feel the little serrations of toothiness. As of today, I still can’t see anything white, his gum just looks different.

And we wonder why he’s fussy at daycare. No, seriously, we’ve been taking this all into consideration all along.

We have a tooth!

?

The Best Medicine

It seems that Monday went well at Ms. D’s. She reported that she heard Noah laugh, which can only be a sign that things are getting better. We’re still keeping our fingers crossed and accepting any thoughts and prayers you can muster! At least I can tell she wants it to work out as much as we do. Plus, I don’t think that she’ll be able to let him go now that she’s had a taste of his laughter… go watch that video again if you’re not convinced!

We’ll deal.

Dave and I have had some good conversations this weekend about the Noah/daycare mini-crisis. We feel optimistic about things getting better with Ms. D, and we feel good about our backup plan. We just can’t tell Noah about the backup, or he’s likely to bomb next week on purpose!