Going with the flow

Harmon graduated this morning upon his return to daycare. Our big boy went from a Grasshopper to a Butterfly, as did all of the older toddler group. It was not a seismic shift, just a new room, and he stays with all of his old friends from the Grasshopper Room. We weren't sure what to feel, or how he was going to react, but he was his normal happy self. He was a little apprehensive when he went into his old room (all of the kids get dropped off in one room and spread out from there) and there were new, younger kids there, but then he saw his new teacher, Deborah (she actually is moving with the toddler group to the Butterfly Room) and she gave him a big hug. So, as with most things, Mom and Dad worry for no reason. Harmon loves everyone (except maybe, Mr. G), and while he still has an occasional rough morning, just goes with the flow. Of course, butterflies do have wings, which is appropriate because every day he is learning to fly (like Tom Petty).

That Dog Won’t Hunt

These exact words were used by Jim Rome to describe Lloyd Carr after yet another crushing Michigan football defeat last season. Basically, the gist of Rome’s segment was to point out that he’s never going to change, no matter what. And, if that isn’t obvious to the world after Saturday’s debacle, I don’t know what it’s going to take to make everyone in the Michigan family see it.

It’s interesting, leading up to Saturday’s game, there was all kinds of talk in the media about what Carr’s legacy would be. Well, he defined his legacy by coaching (I use that word loosely) his team to the biggest defeat in college football history. No matter what the team does the rest of the season, this will never go away! We’ll always be the #1 seed that finally lost to the #16 seed.

There are NO excuses for what happened Saturday. Being in the stands, I saw a team that was unmotivated and unprepared. I saw a team that was completely predictable and this was confirmed by the entire Appalachian State team in the post-game interviews. But, a complete lack of imagination and an inability to adjust, not to mention the failure to ever go for the throat or play to an opponent’s weakness is what most of us fans have seen for years now. I can’t say what happened on Saturday is a complete shock because it’s seems we’ve been building up to this (or should I say deteriorating to this) since our national championship season in 1997.

The ’97 season was magical, due mostly to Charles Woodson. As is typical, we did just enough to get by offensively, always waiting for Woodson to make a difference. I sometimes think if 1997 hadn’t happened, maybe Carr would have been gone a long time ago. But, half a national championship buys you lifetime job security in Ann Arbor and allows you to do whatever you want. For example, he hired back his friend and crony (Mike DeBord) to handle the offense after he did such a bang-up job (12-34 over four years) at his previous school (Central Michigan of the high-powered MAC). Sounds like a great hire and, better yet, a great candidate for the future head coaching job at Michigan (especially if Carr has anything to do with it)! He absolutely refuses to put any thought into special teams, which is evident in how many issues we’ve had over the years. There is no individual coach who handles special teams, like at most schools. It’s coaching by committee at Michigan, which always makes for great execution like getting two field goals blocked on Saturday. He also loves his seniors, always choosing seniority over talent, unless his seniors are maimed on the field and underclassmen have to play by default. If it wasn’t for injuries to starters, who knows when Chad Henne or Mike Hart might have made their Wolverine debut! On Saturday, a walk-on, senior kicker was on the field kicking field goals with his eyes closed (I saw this photo on Saturday and now I can’t find it) while a SCHOLARSHIP kicker sat the bench. I could go on and on but it will just piss me off more and more.

For the first time since 1979, we have a three-game losing streak. Of course, our obligatory losses to Ohio State and our bowl opponent du jour along with the Appalachian State disaster. At this point, Michigan football is known for the following things: losing that big game early; losing another crap game during the season that we shouldn’t; losing to Ohio State; losing in the bowl game; and now losing to Appalachian State in the biggest upset in the history of college football.

No matter what we do the rest of the way, it won’t matter. The season is over and we’re the laughingstock of college football – and will be for years to come! Of course, the rallying cry in the locker room after the game was as follows: we still have a lot to play for; we still have a Big Ten championship to win. To that I say, who the eff cares! It’s not just about Big Ten titles and Rose Bowls anymore. The game has changed and the stakes are higher and, unfortunately for Michigan football, its leader has been passed by.

I’ve met Carr on several occasions and I know he’s a nice guy. He’s a great speaker and he does many, many nice things for the community. And, the Carr apologists out there love to say that “he runs a clean program and he has good kids” but that’s not so much the case anymore with our academic standards in question and players in trouble left and right.

If this awful, embarrassing, devastating loss is a catalyst for change, I could concede that MAYBE, just maybe, it’s a blessing in disguise. But, I think I know better. Carr will leave when he wants and most likely will have a big say in the selection of his successor. In spite of Carr, Michigan football has been able to sustain itself but how much longer can we survive the slow deterioration that most people can see so clearly? I hope Bill Martin has an answer to this question!

Appalachian State 34, Michigan 32

Yeah, pretty much speechless about this.

I'm sure we'll have more to say once we're off suicide watch.

Can't get it out of my head!

I think my favorite part is the crying vegetables!

This is from the new Nick Jr. show called Yo Gabba Gabba!

Good Lord! What has happened to me?

On this day …

… 37 years ago, Kevin was born. He was due in October but apparently was anxious to get into this world so he made his appearance a little early. He was just a little guy when he was born but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him now! He has grown into a fine man – the best husband I could ask for and the best father Harmon (and Isabel) could ask for. He does it all, each and every day, and even though we tell him all the time, we’ll tell him again. We love you so much and truly appreciate all that you do for us – big and small!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Potty Wednesdays

As I documented at the beginning of the month, Harmon has started to use the potty a little bit. Although he has gone once for Kevin (he hasn’t gone for me at all yet), he seems to do it every Wednesday when my Mom is here. I don’t know what it is about her but, when she’s here, he asks to use the potty. I don’t really care who he goes for as long as he has an interest in going. I know it will be a long process but at least there is some potty progress!

Spot Takes the Plunge

Harmon has loved his baths lately. While we’re out walking, he’ll start asking for bubbles and then care barely wait until we get home. Kevin will start his bath water and Harmon will run back and forth between the living room and the bathroom getting various toys to throw in the tub. Usually, it’s just balls but, last week, he threw his “Spot Goes to School” book in there! It took us a while to notice so Spot took a hit. We thought about just putting Spot down but then I felt guilty and spent the next half hour blow drying it. Of course, he wanted to read it before bed that very night and we had to tell him Spot was on the 15-day DL. We tried to explain that books don’t go in the tub but realized there was a serious flaw in our logic since he’s had Bobalong Whale with him in the tub for about a year now. Guess we’ll just have to make sure no more books take the plunge!

As a side note, we wouldn’t have minded if all three of his Spot books went into the tub and immediately disintegrated. Harmon’s Grandma (or “eema,” as he says) got him "Where’s Spot?" earlier this year and he LOVED it! He loved it SO MUCH that we ended up reading it about 15,000 TIMES EACH DAY. The next time she visited, she brought him “Spot Goes to the Farm” and we were happy that we could read a DIFFERENT Spot book. We then bought him “Spot Goes to School,” mostly because he saw it at Borders, begged for it and didn’t want to let it go, even when we were checking out. We like little Spot just fine – he’s cute and goes on many adventures. But, because of the sheer repetition, we’re hoping one day to discover “Spot Meets a Goodyear” on the shelves at Borders!

Back it up!

There’s one Harmon quirk that I love but I don’t think I’ve ever written about on the blog. He did it a ton yesterday so that reminded me to document it before it slipped my mind AGAIN.

When he wants you to read to him (which is, pretty much, all the time), he’ll go get his books of choice and, if you’re sitting on the floor, he’ll back up into you until he falls in your lap. It’s funny to see this little butt keep backing up and backing up and then he practically trips over your legs and falls into your lap. It shows incredible trust on his part, knowing that we’re going to be there to catch him. It’s like those team building exercises (I think they’re called trust falls) that co-workers do at their company retreats but MUCH, MUCH cuter!

How Saturdays used to be

With the college football season fast approaching, Kevin and I have been thinking about how Saturdays used to be before Harmon’s arrival. Our best memories were Saturdays when Michigan would play on the road. We would wake up just in time to watch Lee Corso and Kirk Herbstreit make their predictions on ESPN’s College GameDay and then catch the Michigan kick-off at noon. At halftime, Kevin would venture out to get pizza (usually from Papa Romano’s – yum) and then we would eat and watch college football ALL DAY LONG – well past midnight when the West Coast games finally wrapped up.

Although Harmon lets us watch a ton of football (definitely more than we thought), we can’t quite do Saturdays the same way we used to. Maybe as Harmon gets older and grows to love college football, we can return to those old Saturdays!

Rock, G!

Every other Thursday, Harmon's day care has Mr. G, a local musician, come in to entertain the kids. They all get together to sing and dance and Mr. G takes requests (which apparently Harmon makes quite often). Per the teachers, the first couple of times the new kids experience music time with Mr. G can be a little scary. He comes blasting in with his guitar all loud and crazy and the kids freak out. At Harmon's first music time with Mr. G, he got scared and started to cry. He then walked up to him and told him to go "bye bye!" Hilarious!

But now, Harmon is down with Mr. G and I always can tell when it's a Mr. G. Thursday because he sings all the way home. Since Harmon likes to say "rock" whenever he hears a good song come on the radio, we've been trying to get him to tell Mr. G to "rock!" It always comes out "Rock, G!"

Speaking of rocking, check this out! Awesome! There can never be enough Bruce!

Car knowledge

When we're out and about, Kevin often quizzes me about the other cars on the road and, more often than not, I fare very well in these quizzes. He seems surprised with my car knowledge until I remind him that I SHOULD know a thing or two about a thing or two since I was born and raised in the automotive capital of the world! I honestly just think it happens through osmosis around here.

Anyway, I think I passed on my car knowledge to Harmon. Not only does he love cars (and feels the need to point to and tell us about every car on the road), he already can ID at least two of them. A couple of weeks ago, he and my Mom were at one of the parks near our house. Usually, we don't drive home past this park but, on this day, we did. Unbeknownst to us, Harmon started yelling "Mama" and "Dada" as we drove by. We turned into our neighborhood and saw my Mom's car in the parking lot so we stopped to meet up with them. My Mom didn't see us drive by or pull into the parking lot and was wondering why Harmon was making such a fuss. She then realized that HE must have seen us. We thought, yeah, sure but then he did something similar Sunday night when we were out for our nightly walk.

We were walking through a ton of cars in the condo community near us and passed by a black and grey Honda Element. The second he saw it, he started yelling "Nana" and "Papa!" So, maybe he DID see our Jeep Liberty and know it was us back in the park that day!

21 months

Harmon is 21 months old today. I had a hard time coming up with new things to write about so Kevin and I had to brainstorm. We thought, jeez, he hasn’t done a ton of new blog-worthy things lately but, after thinking about it, he really has. So, following (in no particular order at all) is what Harmon’s been up to since his 20-month update:

He loves the clocks in our house and whenever they chime, he runs around saying “ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong” in tune.

He’s still talking a ton and repeating everything (we have to be SO careful). He says truck but puts an “f” in place of the “tr,” so that’s always fun. He also says clock (especially when it chimes, see above) but conveniently forgets the “l.” He is speaking in simple sentences and still is saying new words every day. Lately, he loves to say “hey, baby!”

When he falls down, which seems to be all the time, he comes running to us doing this fake-cry thing to get a sympathy hug. Once he gets that hug, he’s back at it. Also, if he wants you to go somewhere with him, he’ll walk up to you, say “hand, hand,” grab your hand and lead you where he wants you to go!

We’ve really worked hard lately on colors. His Legos (or noo-noos, as he calls them) come in red, yellow, blue, green, orange and purple so he knows those colors pretty well. It’s the cutest thing to hear him say orange. He’s also been interested in his numbers over the past couple of weeks and he can count to 13. I don’t know why 13, but he loves 13!

Before bed (or before one of us leaves), Harmon gives a hug, a regular kiss and an Eskimo kiss. He has to give all three and he has to give all three to both of us. And, speaking of bed, he is at the point where he can get one leg over the top of his crib. So, I think we’re going to have to lower it to the lowest and final notch. In addition to the crib thing, he’s also climbing on all items of furniture. He climbs up on his chair and then uses the chair to climb on the couch. Sometimes, he’ll actually sit there with us for two whole seconds!

A few months ago, the music and sounds on his stroller stopped working (evidently, the wires came lose and needed to be soldered back together). Kevin fixed it about a week ago and Harmon has been addicted to it ever since. He hasn’t even wanted to go for walks in his beloved wagon lately because he would rather play the music (on a freakin’ continuous loop) in his stroller.

His favorite things lately have been TWO BALLS (I hope his love for balls never goes away), hanging out in his pool, reading, and stalking his monitor (he is obsessed with that thing and we have no idea why)!

Whom?

When it’s time to go (or at totally random times during the day), Harmon will start yelling “Let’s go, Mama,” “Let’s go, Dada,” and then continue with let’s go Nana, Papa, Stacey, Erin, Grandma, Grandpa and Isabel. Sometimes, he also will include his teachers and friends from day care in this “roll call.” One name we don’t recognize at all is DeeDee. We thought maybe one of his teachers (Debra) had the kids call her DeeDee since Debra is hard to say but we asked and that is not the case. Basically, we have NO IDEA who DeeDee is so, if any of you know, can you clue us in?

Maybe he simply said “hey, baby” to a girl one too many times and now has a secret girlfriend. Who knows!

GPS

We’ve discovered have our own GPS device and I don’t mean a Global Positioning System. Harmon has what we call a Global Park Sensor, which means he can detect any park within a one-mile radius. Each and every time he gets in a car (it doesn't matter whose car), it takes him mere seconds to start craning his neck in search of the nearest park. We can’t drive by a park without hearing pleas of “swing” or “slide” from the back seat! And, during our nightly walks, he knows EXACTLY where the two parks in our neighborhood are located, no matter which path we take. It amazes us how he can remember where all these parks are but, when we take him in the morning, he fails to remember these trips later that evening! Selective toddler memory, I guess, combined with that GPS!

It's time to get to know your potty chair!

We bought Harmon a potty chair about a month ago with the intentions is simply getting him used to it. One thing that triggered this purchase was the fact that he tells us "poo poo" when he's doing just that in his diaper. To build on this, when we're in the bathroom, we try to explain that Mommy and Daddy are going potty too so he has some kind of clue. Over the past couple of weeks, after he's said "poo poo," we've been sitting him on the potty chair just so he can get used to the feel of it. And, quite frankly, we've been pretty happy with the fact that he doesn't hate it. But, yesterday, he had a breakthrough when my Mom was with him. He told her he had to go so she got the potty chair and sat him on it. My Mom distracted him from the difficult task at hand with a book and the TV and, after a short while, he actually went #1 and #2 in the potty! She was stunned and called me and then I was stunned and called Kevin who also was stunned!

I know it doesn't mean he's going to do it all the time from now on but it's a big step – one we need to build on. We've decided to try at least once a day if/when he tells us and then just see how it goes. Maybe it was a fluke but it can't hurt to go with it. I must admit, though, that although we were SO proud of him for his potty chair efforts yesterday, we all were a little sad too. This is just another reminder that he's growing up so fast!

Eskimo kissing

When I was getting Harmon’s pajamas on him after his Thursday night bath, I decided to show him how to give Eskimo kisses. Although he doesn’t quite get that he ALSO is supposed to rub his nose (instead of just sitting still), he has great fun with it! Right after I gave him Eskimo kisses before bed, he called his Daddy to give him Eskimo kisses too. He says a version of "Eskimo kiss" but, if you don’t understand him right away, he’ll just demand “nose.” When we went out to dinner with my family for my birthday yesterday, he gave everyone there Eskimo kisses. I guess it’s his new trick! But, the problem with adding new tricks is that we then demand to see them all the time. So now, before he goes to bed, he has to give a hug, a regular kiss (which is a open-mouth kiss on your cheek, complete with a big “mwa” sound) and an Eskimo kiss.

In addition to the Eskimo kissing going on, I HAVE to note how well he is saying “love you,” as well as “please,” “thank you,” and “bless you” – after sneezes of course. So far we’ve got a polite one!

His own little world

When Kevin and I dropped Harmon off at day care last Thursday, his teacher said he calls her by name (her name is Abby) all the time and also goes around the room naming all his fellow classmates. We thought, yeah, sure, whatever. But, on Friday, I decided to put it to the test. I dragged out the booklet we received when we started at Annie's, which included photos of all the toddlers in the class, and showed it to Harmon. As we flipped through the pages, he proceeded to name each of the toddlers (Aiden, Ariel, Bram, Charlie, Christopher, Cole, Henry, Leo, Starr, Tess and Thomas). He struggled a bit pronouncing Bram and Thomas but the whole thing was stunning to me – mostly because I don't think much about his world at day care. He has his own little world there and, even though we wish he didn't have to go, we know it's good for him!

Hop on the bandwagon

After the season the Detroit Tigers had last year and the one they are off to this year (best record in baseball, as of today), it’s really not surprising to see how many “fans” have hopped on the bandwagon. Every time I’m at the mall or the grocery store, I never fail to see a multitude of people sporting Tigers’ t-shirts and hats. When I see all these people, I honestly want to ask them when said t-shirt or hat was purchased and, if the answer is anytime after Opening Day 2006, I think they should trade in their “true fan” card for a “bandwagon jumper” card. Don’t even get me started on all the people suddenly GOING to the games!

This kind of things always has bothered me but it really hits home with the Tigers. Maybe it’s because I’ve been going to games my whole life – win or lose – and have the ticket stubs to prove it. Maybe it’s because I interned with the Tigers in 1998, an awful year when they finished 65-97, dead last in the AL Central (and 24 games out of first place). Whatever it is, at least I can walk around truly proud of this team’s success, knowing that I’ve been there through thick and thin and didn’t just jump on the bandwagon when things started to go well. Last year, when I saw this t-shirt (above), I thought all true Tigers’ fans should be issued one so you could tell the differences between us and these types of people.

Green, gold, blue .. whatever ... Crickets

Eight weeks from tomorrow, Michigan will play Notre Dame in football again. This is notable, not only because it features the winningest college football programs in history, but also because the clock is ticking. It is ticking for two friends of ours, both Notre Dame alumni, whom we have not heard from since last fall when mighty Michigan waxed the overrated Irish, 47-21. If they do not call, e-mail, write, etc., in the next two months, both will have gone silent for a full year. They would probably claim that their jobs, families, etc., are keeping them too busy to stay in touch. That is fair, as we know what it is like to have baby responsibilities, except they are more than happy to check in after the Irish have pulled off a leprechaun-aided victory over the Wolverines. Let's just say that it is no coincidence that we have not heard from them since last September, when things were said like, "After they get past Michigan, Notre Dame's schedule sets up nicely for a national championship run" and this doozy (to be fair it was said by a ND fan in my office, not our friends): "Michigan is not really a big game for us anymore." Um, OK. So, needless to say, we will not be waiting by the phone or checking e-mail on the hour to hear from them. It is too bad, really. We would never do that to anyone. After all, it is just a game. But, I guess it is tough sledding when you are a fan trying to return your program to glory since 1988. There is magic in the sound of their name, however. Their record in big games is a different story.

Searching for "buckas"

Ever since Harmon found his belly button, his love for all-things-belly-button has grown stronger by the day. He looks for our belly buttons all the time and, as I've mentioned in previous posts, wants to know where everyone else's is too. He also looks for belly buttons on all his stuffed animals as well as his talking, dancing Elmos and is confused when he doesn't find any.

But, yesterday, when he was with my Mom, he managed to find ONE of his toys that DOES have a "bucka," as he calls it. He brought his big blue ball (which he's pictured with above) to my Mom, pointed to the air hole and yelled "bucka!" When we got home from work, he was excited to tell us all about it too. He then spent much of the night finding the "buckas" on all his other toy balls. So glad he could satisfy his addiction to the belly button!