The Big DumpTruck

I suppose someone has already come up with the idea of mom badges. They would work like girl scout badges - if you do something worthy, you get a badge to wear on your mom-sash. Or perhaps your mom-vest if you've earned a lot of them.

I get to wear the "Dying in the Heat Watching Little League Games badge."

Junior played on Sunday (he had to be at the field at 1:30pm for a batting practice before the game) and on Monday night. Even though it started later, so you'd maybe assume it would be cooler, Monday was definitely the worst of the two games, because at least on Sunday there was a breeze. Man, what a difference a breeze makes! I was seriously starting to feel a bit panicky last night about how overheated I was getting. I was pulling the ice packs out of the little cooler I had and was applying it to my neck and wrists, just to keep things cool.

So I grant myself a mom badge today (it's lovely, it's got bleachers with those wavy heat lines coming off of them with a background picture of a baseball.) Anyone else earn one the past few days?

Labels: baseball, junior, kids, mommy

Aw, man, I went to the BDT archives to see what I was writing about at this time 9 years ago. The thing is, 9 years ago it wasn't a daily update, because everything had to be coded by hand and then uploaded via FTP, so I used to kind of do everything in an "issue" type setup. And there wasn't anything posted between Dec 26 of 97 and Jan 26th 98. Big bummer. I had another "site" I was running simultaneously, Mookie's Driver Training Page, or something like that. That's where all the Mookie news went. Mookie being Junior, by the way. Mookie was his in-vitro name, which we actually stopped calling him as soon as he was born, but it stuck on the website for a while. See, he was born 9 years ago tomorrow. I went into the hospital at about 6pm 9 years ago today to have my water broken. As I said to him this morning, "Hey, it's Applebees night! We have to go to Applebees and stare up at Leominster Hospital and think "Oh my God, I'm going in there and I'm going to leave with an extra person" because that's what Mr. Dump and I did that afternoon after my doctor said I'd gone long enough with my blood pressure slowly rising. My due date was the 7th, so there was no problem inducing. Well, you know, that and the fact that he was 8 pounds 12 ounces(!!) a fact I was blissfully unaware of until the maternity nurse said "Wow, you're all baby." "What?" "You've got a big baby in there."

How did I get to that point with nobody telling me he was big?

He's still big, and getting bigger, for the record. Still my baby, but still up at the top of the charts. Happy birthday, Mookie!



I did skip forward a couple of issues and present you this "best of" entry from Feb 1998:

User Name Suggestions

I was signing up for a site on the web that required a user name (so that I could post messages and it could keep track of me) the other day. I know that the odds of me being the only "Jody" on this service were slim to none, but I entered it anyway. I got the following Java Alert message:"Username Jody not available, here are some suggestions. KILLER SCHAEFERD HUMAYUN KENNICUTTA ANDREASEK KUTCHERA"

I'm not sure what those have to do with "Jody", and I especially like the option "Killer" but I didn't take any of their obviously well thought out suggestions. I went with "Jodyl"

Labels: birthdays, junior, mommy, mookie

I am doing a mommy blogging post today because I saw an article about mommy bloggers and felt bad because I was not included. I started blogging about my pregnancy back in1997 and all about his birth and growing-uppiness. He'll be nine in January, for those of you who have been here from the start.

But I am not specifically a "mommy blogger" because my posts, my whole site, my online identity are not completely based on my being a mother, at least not overtly. Anyone who knows me in real life knows that my son is my #1 priority in life. But as he gets older it's harder for me to intrude on his personal space by writing about every little thing.

So again, I do not get press as a mommy blogger. Maybe that's a good thing. But it's one less category I will qualify for when the Webbies roll around. That's me...a web pioneer (lookit me tooting my own horn again!) who nobody has heard of!

So okay, mommy stuff. I'm sitting on the big leather parent couch in the waiting room while Junior has a piano lesson (at Thayer in Leominster). He's only been playing since October. The girl one room over - she isn't always here, but she's a tenager who has been playing for years. She plays jazz duets with her instructor and I want to tell my son to stop playing so I can listen to her. It's very very toe tapping.

Does that make me a bad mom? Maybe that's why I don't have a mommy blog.

Labels: mommy, music