Read Kiddo Read (A Mother-Talk Review)

December 20, 2008 at 12:04 am | Posted in All Consuming | 5 Comments

I promise you that if I ever send your kid a present, it won’t talk, beep, flash, shriek or otherwise induce seizures. It won’t randomly start chatting in the middle of the night (Did the cat step on it? Are the batteries dying? Or is it poltergeist?) causing you or your child or both of you to wake up in a cold sweat.

So if I gave your child something with a battery in it? I hate you.

Seriously, I usually give books to all the little ones in my life. Okay, and a few kid-powered toys, and art stuff, and pretend play stuff – and – but, really, usually books. This works great for kids I know well and kids who are near P’ito’s age. Not so great for my six year old nephew who I see twice a year and who doesn’t need another copy of Where the Wild Things Are.  And I’m a book snob, so no syndicated characters or television tie-ins please.

So I was really psyched to be invited to do the Mother Talk book tour for Read Kiddo Read.

This site was put together by author James Patterson to give parents, teachers and librarians recommendations for books that “kids would absolutely,  positively love… [that they] will gobble up and ask for more.”

It’s divided into four age categories: Great Illustrated Books (0-8), Great Transitional Books (6 & up), Great Page Turners (8 & up), and Great Advanced Reads (10 & up) with further subdivisions within each category.  I knew I was in the right place when I saw some new and old favorites in the mix.  Kitten’s First Full Moon, I Stink, and Knuffle Bunny (or, as P’ito calls it “Aggle Flaggle Clabble Book!”) – check! Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler? Check!

I picked up a lot of great gift ideas browsing through the listings here – a nice change from my old standards.  I also came up with about $150 worth of ways to spend that $20 Amazon gift certificate… thanks Mother-Talk. Thanks a lot.

I’m looking forward to sharing new-to-me titles like Dear Zoo, Ten Little Fingers, and  I Ain’t Gonna Paint No More with P’ito (plus, each book listing gives you suggestions for other books if you liked that one).  And my nephew? He’s getting I’m Still Here in the Bathtub. But don’t tell him that.

Of course I have a few quibbles: I want MORE. MORE BOOKS PEOPLE! And in the older age ranges it seems like there’s a lot of  the this and that series books.  But mostly – a very useful jumping off point for your future career as the aunt or uncle who never needs batteries.

Talk to me about the Two

December 9, 2008 at 1:54 pm | Posted in M'ijo | 19 Comments

I keep reading all these websites where people say, oh two, two was nothing. It’s three that really bites.

If that is the case, I am SO screwed. Two year old P’ito is alternating between aren’t you adorable and boy-I-understand-why-people-smack-their-kids. Last night he:

– refused to sit down in his booster seat to eat dinner
– once confined to said booster seat, poured his milk into his pasta and then threw said mixture all over the kitchen table and on my head
– pulled my hair whilst I was trying to clean up said pasta
– took my glasses off the counter and almost broke them while I was doing the I’m not going to pay attention to you thing in response to the above
– laughed maniacally in my face when I told him in my fiercest voice to STOP. RIGHT. NOW.

In retrospect he was tired and I probably should have just bagged the whole dinner concept and sent him straight to bed. But then he would have woken up at two am starving…

Bring on the assvice. Please.


Mia – it’s not really the booster that’s the problem. When he’s feeling compliant (gawd, I hate that word) enough to sit, he sits happily in the booster. When he’s not… the booster limits the circumference in which food can be thrown and the number of innocent bystanding objects that can be hurled to the ground. And I hear you on the “you can’t always get what you want” tantrums…

Liz & hd – I’m not ready to try in-your-room timeouts. I don’t feel like he’s cognitively able to understand the connection between “you broke mama’s glasses” and “I’m shutting you in your room.” We do do “time-ins” – in which I hold him still on my lap for a minute without talking. I’m not sure they work, but they make me feel like I’m doing something. And pajamanate is an awesome word.

Kerri, Jenny & Major B – do they make luxury padded suites for all of us?

Carrie & e. – PLEASE – I am clinging to the illusion that at least three will inject a modicum more self-control into the picture. Don’t burst my bubble.

Floreska, Susan, Erin: You give me hope.

Michelle – … but what if I already am?

Approved? Don’t I at least get to write an angry letter?

December 8, 2008 at 3:42 pm | Posted in The Sweet Life | 12 Comments

At my last endo appt I allowed as how, sure, it would be nifty to have me one of them there CGMS things, and endo said they’d submit the paperwork, but he wasn’t too hopeful about getting it approved since I didn’t have a history of any diabetes related hospitalizations. And I promptly forgot about it and went back to my current lazy 8.6 AIC mode – having fallen most definitively off the wagon of the born again diabetic awhile back…

Fast forward a month or two:

Message on my cell phone: Hi —–, This is —– from Medtronic Minimed. I’m calling to let you know that your request for coverage of the CGMS system has been approved and we are ready to ship your sensor and transmitter….



Who are you and what have you done with my insurance company?

Are you playing nice so that the incoming administration doesn’t eviscerate your slimy asses?

Don’t I even get to write an anguished outraged letter and spend six hours on hold listening to health tips (yes, losing weight CAN reduce my risk of cardiovascular disease. Yes, it’s helpful to try to reduce stress to lower blood pressure… Why yes, exercise is good for me, and maybe I’d be doing it if I weren’t still on hold waiting to talk to someone who actually knows something).

So, I guess I’ve got me one of those fancy-dancy CGMS thangs arriving on Wednesday. Any tips from the peanut gallery?

UPDATE: Lest we think it was tooo easy. The only time Extremely Busy Endo Practice can get me in to train on this before we go on our annual westward excursion? Is the Exact. Same. Time. we are meeting with a SW to discuss adoption possibilities for v. 2.0. Grrr.

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