To Continue With The Theme…

So in all seriousness–has anyone ever heard of a healthy kid whose DPA* (daily poop average) is at least four and is rapidly approaching five or six?

*DPA is an unscientific estimate taken over the course of about a month.  There is a direct correlation between output and irritation, both physical for the test subject and emotional for the researcher.

Yellow Jackets

Usually when yellow jackets are discussed in this house it is in a positive light–after all I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Georgia Tech.  This time, however, I am writing about the fact that I want to kill a few thousand of them.  We have had an active yellow jacket hole in our backyard for about a month and a half now.  We tried a trap that’s supposed to attract them and then trap them (that caught about 10 or so out of the swarming mass).  We tried the recommendation of our exterminator (who may get a call soon about treating more than just the interior of our house) which was to put a clear glass bowl over the hole at night when they’ve gone inside and leave it there for a couple of weeks.  We’ve tried that but apparently there’s either a neighborhood cat or some sort of woodland creature who thinks that this is a game.  We keep waking up to find the bowl overturned.  At this point we can’t use the deck (including our grill).  We can’t go out the back door except in the late evening.  And Matt hasn’t been able to mow the grass in months which has caused the backyard to look even more jungle-like than usual.  The only other suggestion we got came from the annals of Williams family history–and no offense Lou–but I’m not okay with any plan that involves kerosene and a match.  So does anyone have any suggestions?

Game

Liam’s favorite new game is to take his finger and stick it directly into my closed mouth (usually when I make the mistake of repeating his “oooo” sound to him).  He’s learned about how to use the stacker I got him a while ago–maybe he just sees the sounds coming out of my mouth as another puzzle to solve–not that he’s alone in that…

Teenagers Should Be Shot On Sight

This is my new policy, parents beware:

If you allow your ill-mannered children out on Halloween night in my neighborhood and they are 1) clearly illiterate and 2) extraordinarily inconsiderate and therefore either can’t read the sign that says to take ONE piece of candy or the other part of that same sign that says a baby is sleeping inside the house or just don’t care and first read the sign but then scream and steal all the candy I will be forced to shoot your children.  The fact that I am a pacifist who fervently believes in gun control will have no bearing on this edict.  Chocolate theft is serious business.  Consider yourself forewarned.

(Massive) Roundup

 Liam already knows where he’s going to school:

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More Spidey:

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Spidey and Superman:

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Spidey and Mommy:

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Spidey and Grammie:

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Wait–Grammie’s talking to other people?

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I’ll show her!

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Wait…I’m stuck!

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Ahhh…

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Spidey and Pop:

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Swingin’ Spider:

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I’d watch out if I were you, Grammie…

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At the Botanical Gardens:

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Scarecrows!

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Babies!

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Crowscare!

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Babies!
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Dried beans in a jar–what more could a kid want?

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The Great Macaroni Trials…

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This one’s for Gran:

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Well Mom, if you think closing the curtain will keep me out, watch this:

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Gratuitous cuteness:

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I need both my woobie and my hands–what shall I do?  Aha!

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Casualties

In the beginning, I lost my mind (which was a necessary first step).  Then came my dignity (as I huffed around town in capris and socks with my iPod slapping very attractively against my flopping stomach).  Next up were my ankle and subsequently my knee (see earlier post).  The most recent casualties were my hip, my groin, and for good measure, my toenail:

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My initial goal was to cross the finish line and my stretch goal was to run the whole thing.  Now I’m thinking if I make it to Thanksgiving without a transfusion or the loss of a limb I’ll be doing pretty dang well…

Habituation

Before Liam was born, my mom got us a subscription to Growing Child.  If you haven’t already heard about this newsletter/reference it’s really fantastic and very helpful to any parent (not just first-timers like Matt and me).  Anyway–the other day Matt was talking to me about something he read in the latest e-newsletter we got–a process called habituation.  Here’s how Growing Child defines it:

“Habituation occurs when an infant, after being repeatedly exposed to the same stimulus, eventually loses interest in that stimulus.  For example, if a baby is placed in a room where there is occasional loud noise (such as the sound of traffic) the baby will at first become startled every time loud noises occur until she eventually becomes “habituated” to those noises and therefore won’t pay any attention to them. She will only exhibit a startle response when she is exposed to a new, unfamiliar noise, such as an ambulance siren. ”

Matt theorized that this is the reason that Liam doesn’t listen me when I call his name anymore–clearly he’s decided that only new noises are interesting and has moved on (which does appear to be true).  Liam is very quick to figure out a new noise, toy, or sensation and then after he’s figured it out he’s finished with it and moves on to newer, more exciting things (like playing in the oven).  Then Matt went on to explain this part:

“The speed with which habituation takes place has been found to be related to later IQ scores. When the habituation rate of 4-month-old babies was tested, for example, it was found that those who habituated the soonest had higher IQ scores and better language development when tested again at 3 and 4 years of age.”

Matt decided that this clearly means that Liam’s a genius and of course I agreed, but now I have a question: Does quick habituation to something (say the sound of the full recycling bin crashing to the floor in calliope fashion–which the first time causes fearful crying, the second time elicited a shriek, and from then on has resulted in no acknowledgement that a large bin of glass and plastic is now all over the floor) mean that he’s got a high IQ which is mitigated by the fact that he continues to repeat the action over and over, thus proving that he’s insane (doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result) or does it simply mean that he’s some sort of a habituation savant and that he’s actually not too bright?