Thursday, September 30, 2010

Wow. I mean, really, wow.

So... I have a tendency to check a few news websites in the mornings. Because I can. Because I have the internet. Because I like to have a general idea of what is happening outside our little family/home, church, school, friends, neighborhood, city, metro area, country bubble.

Today there was a headline "Fisher-Price Recalls More Than 10 Million Items". Um, say what?! Excuse me?! Everyone who has children between the ages of birth-8 probably has a plethora of Fisher Price items! Ahh! My children are going to DIE! So I need to see what the recall is, right? I went to the company's recall page to find out what is going on.

OH NO! Our little Fisher Price tricycle thingy has been recalled!!! What's wrong with it? Is it going to spontaneously combust? Does it have lead paint? Are the wheels going to malfunction and eat up my child's foot? Horrible images are flashing in my mind... I read on...


It turns out that they are being recalled (voluntarily) because of the key. The little key thingy shown in the insert above. It protrudes a bit from the bike and allows the kids to feel like they're putting a key in the ignition and driving away. My kids enjoy it. It's a nice feature. So what's the problem? Apparently, there have been reports of children falling on the keys. And getting hurt. Actually some reports (a whole 6) of genital bleeding from falling on the key. Ouch.

But okay, wow. Is it just me or is this getting a bit ridiculous? I mean, I am the first one to tell you I want my children to be safe. To never ever ever get hurt. Ever. Never. I can be a big bad mama bear on this. But it's not always realistic. And yes, I want the products I purchase for my children to be safe for them. But at the same time, as a parent and a consumer, I am perfectly capable of looking at a toy and thinking, "How could my child injure his/herself on this? Is it worth taking a risk?" Then I try to be involved in being near them as they're playing so I can kiss the boo boos when they happen. And I know they could fall on that key-thingy but I'm not too worried about letting them ride the tricycle. Even if the recall page says to "immediately place the trike out of the child's reach" and order a replacement kit to fix it.

So, am I wrong to think this is a bit silly? I assume the company is trying to avoid lawsuits, right? But where is the line drawn? How much responsibility do companies need to take when it comes to accidents happening with their products? I am pretty sure I played with rusty nails as a child. Sometimes. Because we were playing sardines and I was trying to hide on the top of the roof of our little barn/garage thingy at the back of the house and there were some nails by the fence I was climbing up to use to get on the roof. To play sardines. And technically I turned out okay. You know? But I digress. Products aren't perfect because people aren't perfect. Accidents happen. We all mess up. Just like doctors aren't perfect even though they try to be and probably are pretty perfect 98% of the time. And their malpractice insurance is astronomically high. So the costs are passed on to us and it's astronomically high for us to get care.

Funny how a little Barbie trike turns into me on a soapbox about health care... :) All I know is, sometimes life is not fair. And it doesn't make a bit of sense. Bad things happen to amazing people, and good things happen to less-than-stellar people. Good thing this life isn't the end. It will all be worked out. Our loving Father in Heaven is full of WISDOM, and it will all be worked out. The End.

(Stay tuned... the Bubbs had a birthday, we have a new arrival in the family to blog about, my baby brother's getting home from his mission today - yay! - seminary is just amazing, and baby T is trying to walk or something! Never a dull moment! Well, actually, some of the moments are kind of dull. But we're too busy to remember when the dull moments happened. :)

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Grateful


I have a really fantastic husband. Really, I do. I definitely don't usually deserve him...he's always doing the little things to show he loves me. Like taking off a few hours of work so I can sleep when I'm sick. Or tidying up the kitchen at night so that I don't have to do it in the morning before seminary. Or watching kids while I have a girls night out or go to Time Out for Women. Or tucking me in and telling me to sleep when he's just as exhausted as I am. He really does stuff like this all the time for me.

Like yesterday. My power cable to my laptop broke. There was a short in the wire or something. I adore my Mac Book, but the proprietary-ness of Apple meant that a new one was 30 minutes and $80 away. And my life is sort of on my laptop. Work, seminary, kid stuff, financial stuff, etc. The hassle of using a backup and/or a different computer made me grumpy. In the morning, I used a netbook of his for work, but it was far from ideal.

So in his sweetness, DH took my power cable, did some google-ing, found some info, took the cable apart, put the wires back together, and reassembled the whole thing. And doing all of this meant he came to bed after 1am. It's not pretty :) but it IS very functional. He saw my need (well, mostly my selfish desire to have my computer) and he filled it. Selflessly. Just because he does that kind of thing.

I blog about this because it's ME that needs that reminder. So I'll remember to appreciate stuff he does even when sometimes he's doing other things I'm not a big fan of... :)

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Baby T Update

So... it's Sunday. And I'm home from church. Because the kiddos are sick. The worst part? They're not THAT sick. They have enough energy to run around, fight, yell, umm.. fight, run around, etc. But they are sick enough that I didn't feel comfortable sending their germs into primary and nursery and giving those germs to all the other children. That would not be very fair. And I couldn't foresee having to keep them with me through all of the meetings. So long story shorter... we're at home. Perfect time to blog about the Buggs.

Can't believe it, but she's already SIX months old!!
Some milestones she's reached:
  • She started eating baby food a few weeks ago and took to it like a fish takes to water. Seriously! She scarfs it all down, prefers to have her veggies mixed in with her fruits (who wouldn't?) and stares longingly at our food when we eat. It's probably just a matter of time before she's eating what we're having.
  • She is a CrAzY mover! She started rolling just after three months, starting crawling right at five months, and now she's already pushing her legs to a standing position while she's crawling and she's pulling herself up on some of the furniture. I blink and she's already on the other side of the room. My hypothesis, since my kids haven't usually been fast movers: she's trying to get away from the Buns. 'Cause the Buns likes to sit on her. And grab her. And kick her. And sit on her. I would want to walk too, if I were the Buggs. And then run away :)
  • She is... a THUMB SUCKER! What?! Where did this come from?! I have always been kinda proud of the fact that my kids have all just taken a pacifier and have given it up at 12 months and had no problem with it. So that's what I get. I have a little thumb sucker.
I have been trying to dissuade her. I have. I take out her thumb and replace it with the binky. Yeah, take that! BUT - before I know it, the binky is out and the thumb is in. Especially for naps and bedtime. I'm pretty sure she waits until I've left the room and then emphatically tosses out the binky and sticks in that thumb. I won't worry, though, since the paper I got from the doctor says "Thumb-sucking peaks at around seven months, and most children stop between 9-12 months". So that's my plan. It will work, right? Plus I guess it's kind of cute.


Stats? She's 15.5 pounds (35th percentile), and 26in (50th percentile). And overall, a pretty happy, good kid. We couldn't imagine life without her! :)

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Another Letter

Dear Some-Random-Sickness,

I don't care if you're a virus or a sinus infection or an ear infection or the flu. Just please go away. Puh-lease! Pretty please with a cherry on top? I'm not too proud to beg either. Really. Getting up at 4am for seminary has already been doing some kicking of my trash, I really don't need you to join in.

Thank you. I would write more but now I am going to try medicating myself and go climb back into bed. I think I am going to hire a babysitter so I can sleep. And FYI, I'll be sending you the bill. I think you at least owe me that much.

Miserably Yours,

ME