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I’m blogging about the case of the California octuplets over at Babble today.
I have really been slammed for the past week, getting ready to do two presentations tomorrow at the Online News Assn event in Nashville, working at my job, working on some freelance projects, blogging at Babble and at the News Sentinel (I wrote about disgraced, gay preacher Ted Haggard today). I also just started a Facebook group for my church, and will be helping with the church communications committee. I am excited about helping with that.
I’ve been so busy lately that I finally broke down and hired myself a new housecleaner-helper-person to come for a few hours once a week. It’s been two years since I had someone to help us with housework regularly. Jon is opposed to paying anyone to do this, but he let me decide (he’s crazy busy right now too, studying for the CPA exam, plus it’s tax season).
Can I just tell you that it is HEAVENLY to come home to a clean(er) house one day a week? It makes a huge difference for me. And the person I found is so sweet, and she does a great job, and uses all earthy crunchy cleaning supplies. It’s great. Money well spent, if you ask me.
The kids are all busy, too. J had her first real, non-family, paid babysitting job last night. She seems to have enjoyed it, and she’s proud that she earned enough money to pay for her mall/movie outing on Friday night. She will also find out today whether she got a part in the school play; we all have fingers crossed. She took acting classes last spring and seems to have a real knack, so I am happy to see her getting involved in school drama. She’ll have more opportunities for that in high school. Also on the J front, the doctor says the sinus attacks she is getting are likely allergies, and has prescribed Flonase. I hope it helps, because they’ve been getting worse suddenly.
Jon and I have decided to begin weaning C from our bed. I plan to do it the same way I did it with her siblings. We are going to put a futon on the floor in our bedroom, and I will lie down with her there to get her to sleep, and will go to her there when she wakes during the night, instead of bringing her into our bed. Then, when she is ready for her own room and bed, we will just use the futon in her new big-girl bed. I don’t think I will be ready to move her into another room for a good while yet, though. Plus, the room that will eventually be her bedroom is currently being used as Jon’s office, and as I mentioned above, he’s pretty busy these days. Once he is through the worst of his stuff, the room itself will need painting and fixing before we move C into it.
So yeah, we are busy. Yeah. But better too much to do than not enough!
UPDATE: J got the lead in the play! I am so happy for her 
Read all about it over at Babble today.
A woman gave birth to OCTUPLETS (yes, that’s EIGHT babies) in California yesterday. The most fascinating part of the story to me is the part where baby #8 was a total surprise:
The eighth baby was a surprise to the parents and doctors who had been expecting only seven children.
“It is quite easy to miss a baby when you’re anticipating seven,” said Dr. Harold Henry, chief of maternal and fetal medicine and one of 46 doctors, nurses and assistants who delivered the children by Caesarean section.
Just five minutes after the first birth, the unexpected eighth baby came out at 10:48 a.m. “My eyes were wide,” said Dr. Karen Maples, chief of the department of obstetrics and gynecology.
YIKES! If I gave birth to eight babies, some of you close friends and family members could definitely count on getting a baby for Christmas…
Jon and his mama took C for her first haircut. The back had gotten waaaay longer than the top and sides, so it was time for a trim.
More photos over at Babble.
I am a geeky social networking junkie from way back. I have been in touch with the same group of online pals from a parenting listserv since 1996, when I originally “met” them. I have several real life friends I originally met via Friendster (remember Friendster?). One of them is my youngest child’s godparent. I have been a really active member of a local message board, and that’s where I met my husband . I briefly made an appearance on My Space, and of course, I am a blogger. Oh yeah, I also Twitter. Oh wait, I forgot Linked In. I’m there, too.
Yes, I am a big dork.
But in the past six months, most of the friends and family members who have long made big fun of me for my online activities have themselves become rather enamored of Facebook. In fact, it is my anecdotal observation that Facebook – while extremely popular for several years now – actually “tipped” about six months ago, becoming THE dominant social networking space in existence, and the first to reach across multiple demographics in a pervasive way. I predict that Facebook will soon become as ubiquitous as the cell phone. Everyone will use it. Everyone.
How did Facebook pull this off? Why did it succeed while Friendster failed? Well, obviously the usability is pretty much perfect, and is getting better all the time. It also strikes an excellent balance between accessibility and privacy for users. Plus, unlike My Space, which focuses(ed) primarily on teens, and Friendster, which seemed aimed only at grown-ups, Facebook found a middle ground. It works for everybody.
Interesting Facebook story of the week: I have the Facebook application installed on my Blackberry, and the other day while I was at the grocery store, I noticed that they had artichokes on sale. I decided to buy one on a whim, having no idea how to prepare it. So while I waited in the check-out line, I posted a status update to Facebook via my Blackberry in which I asked if anyone could tell me an easy way to cook artichokes. I had THREE excellent responses before I got to the car with my groceries, and a number of other ideas for cooking the artichoke before I arrived home.
What’s not to love about that?
“Jaime Pressley credits pregnancy for new, sexy stomach”
Somebody slap her, now.