• Netflix won't let Macs do the 'Watch Instantly' option. I feel as if I should get a small discount, since I will never be using it. They did invite me to buy a Windows emulator for my computer and then watch. Um, no. If I was going to buy a Windows emulator, it would not be for watching Netflix. Actually, I can really only think of one or two reasons I would buy a Windows emulator, and one of them is just a note that if I were going to run one, I might as well use that program. Otherwise, no.

• Gillian lost her eighth tooth tonight. As soon as she told me, I had to write myself a note so that I'd remember to take the tooth and replace it with a dollar. Luckily, I do have a dollar bill. Otherwise, I'd have to send Sam to QT or something.

• I'm searching for a new shake/smoothie protein powder. I had been using the one JuicePlus makes, but I've decided I'm just not comfortable with the soy aspect. I'm thinking about a hemp-based one.

• Does anyone actually watch the Grammys?

• This week's episode on ww_renaissance is 'Let Bartlet Be Bartlet,' which is a little cheesy at the end, but overall, a really solid episode. Watching a WW episode each week makes me all kinds of happy anyway.

• Gillian has to give a presentation at Master's Academy tomorrow, on Winston Churchill. She has index cards and everything. While parents are invited to attend the presentation, I don't really have the ability to have anyone else deal with Jacob, so I think we will just skip that.

• I ought to go to bed now, but we slept late this morning, so I am having trouble convincing my body that I am, in fact, tired.

Last year, we used the Miquon math books in combination with the Developmental Math books. We finished Miquon Orange & Miquon Red, as well as Developmental Math Levels 1 and 3. We've been finishing up Level 2 over the summer, along with what Gillian calls her 'thin books' - the little workbooks like you get at Walgreens or the grocery store or Target or wherever. Yesterday, we finished Level 2 and another thin book, and she & I decided to go ahead and start Miquon Blue today, as well as Developmental Math Level 4.

I should point out here that while she loves the Miquon books, she doesn't necessarily love the Developmental Math books, and has been known to say she 'hates' them.

So, twenty-three pages later, she's on track to finish the first unit of Developmental Math Level 4 tomorrow. Yep, tomorrow. She just started going and didn't want to stop. Right now she's taking a break before doing her Miquon. I shudder to think about how many pages she'll do there...

... did I mention that she likes math? :)


Oh, and she lost another tooth. Doubly lost, again - out of her mouth and out of her life. I jokingly told her the next time that a tooth is really really loose, I'm not letting her go to camp.

I picked Gillian up from day camp at 3 o'clock, as I have every other day this week. I asked her how her day had been, what crafts they had done, what they had cooked, what games they had played, the whole nine yards. A little farther towards home, she starts talking to Jacob. We're nearly home when I hear her say "Jacob, I lost a tooth today."

Nevermind telling me! The sad thing is that she doesn't know when, exactly, she lost it, and so she doesn't have her tooth for the tooth fairy (or for her mother to keep >:) and, yeah.

So that's the first tooth she's lost. I'm going to continue desperately hoping that she has enough room in her mouth for all of her permanent teeth. Sam had four teeth pulled before getting braces and I think that it's one of the last things I'd consent to have done on a kid of mine. Hello, we're meant to have all the teeth we evolved to have. IMO, and all that.


I censor myself a lot. I think it must be nice to be mainstream and to agree with what the majority of people say, because then you could say what you thought and not worry about some weird kind of backlash. Instead, I worry that I can't correct blatant misinformation without being perceived as a nutcase out to convince women that their doctors lied to them. Nevermind that the doctors most likely did lie to them, I still don't think they should go around telling people that a double nuchal cord necessitated a caesarean. For starters, I want to meet this special doctor that diagnosed a double nuchal cord prenatally! Then I'd like them to explain why Jacob is alive and well (and had excellent APGAR scores, and cried while he was still half inside me and so forth) even though he had a double nuchal cord.

I think I managed okay for today to hit the right balance between informing without being OMG YER DR SUX. It's a constant battle. I censor myself on here too, because I figure that I respect the people on my flist enough not to offend them. The problem, of course, is that almost everything is potentially offensive, and then you have a bland, boring journal that no one wants to read. ¿Hooray?


I also hate it when you know you haven't done anything to upset someone, yet you still end up feeling like there must be something, some incident that you can't remember, because nothing else quite explains the behaviour. :(