Tuesday talk

On Tuesdays, Kevin and Harmon drop me off at work first. As we near the medical campus, Harmon starts yelling “HELPACAS” from the back seat. He knows we’re near the U-M Survival Flight helipad and he also knows that we’ll go see those helicopters on our way home. The second we turn onto Wall Street, where my building is located, he starts his goodbyes, telling me things like “bye, bye, Mama” and “Mama working.” Of course, after they drop me off, he continues to be a jabber box in the car and, depending on his mood, it’s either “friends, friends” or “no, no, no friends” on his way to day care! My FAVORITE part of Tuesday, though, is at the end of my work day. Kevin picks up Harmon and then comes to get me. As I leave my building, Kevin rolls down all the car windows so I can hear Harmon just yelling “MAMA” across the entire parking lot. After his yells of “Mama,” there usually is a round of belly laughter that I just can’t get enough of. It’s such a great way to let work melt away and dive back into being a Mommy!

Go play intramurals, brother!

This is my favorite coaching rant OF ALL TIME! Colorado coach Dan Hawkins just loses it!



It's even better because when we say it around the house, Harmon finishes it for us.

We'll say, "It's Division 1" and he'll say "football!"

We'll say, "It's the Big" and he'll say "12!"

We'll say "It ain't" and he'll say "intramurals!"

Finally, we'll finish up with "Go play intramurals" and he'll say "brother!"

What a great freakin' kid we have!

Ohhhhh, pumpkins!

By the time we got around to searching for a pumpkin last year, there were about two left in the pumpkin patch. So, this year, we vowed to go earlier and did so Sunday.

Even though Harmon was a bit under the weather, we made our way to Three Cedars Farm in Northville and had a great time. The first thing we did was get cider and donuts and both were excellent. Harmon didn’t like either so that left more for me and Kevin (luckily we had starved ourselves all day in anticipation). After our snack, we took a tractor/hay ride (or, as Harmon says, bumpy tractor ride) out to the pumpkin patch. As an aside, there was a HUGE corn maze there too but we decided not to push it with Harmon (we might go back later this fall). We wandered the field for a while looking for a nice pumpkin and finally found one. This search ended so much better than last year! We then took the tractor/hay ride back to the main farm area where we took some pictures of Harmon on an older tractor. He just loves those things (he is all boy)!

I think Harmon might have had a little more fun if he felt better but maybe we’ll go back. If we don’t get back there during the fall, we learned they also are open during the Christmas season!

23 months

This is pretty much the last time I can say Harmon is (fill in the blank) months old. Once he hits two next month, he’ll just be two … until he is three. It seems like just yesterday he wasn’t even one month old – time truly does fly when you’re having fun.

The last few months have been so amazing; mostly because of how Harmon's communications skills have continued to grow. He tells us what he wants (or doesn’t want) and, for the most part, we can understand him. Lately, if you ask him where something is, he will yell out “RIGHT THERE!” Ahh, yes, the yelling. It doesn’t go over so well in church so we’re trying to work through the whole inside-outside voice thing.

We decorated our house for fall a few weeks ago and, since then, he’s been obsessed with our pumpkin lights. We have lawn stake pumpkin lights in the front yard and he loves them. He needs to go count them every time we get home and he loves to tell everyone in the neighborhood all about them (yelling PUNKIN LIGHTS) when we’re out walking at night.

In addition to the pumpkin lights, he’s also obsessed with cars lately. We bought him a set of four small cars a few weeks ago and he can’t get enough. He runs them all over the house and then lines them up perfectly when he’s done. He also pulled some of his older cars from his toy box so now there are cars everywhere!

He still loves his stuffed animals, especially his sea otter (above), and his love of reading is as strong as ever. Instead of getting a lot of toys, we usually get him books. I don’t think we can enter a bookstore without exiting with a book. And, because of this, he can practically read his books to us. His language is amazing – he knows so many words and numbers and can put so much together. I hope this continues!

Although he’s never been much for TV, he has a couple of favorite shows that he’s really into lately. He loves Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Blue’s Clues and those are shows we actually can stomach. I guess we don’t mind them because they DO have some educational value. He goes crazy for all the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse music (especially the hot dog dance) and he can’t see a paw print without saying “a clue, a clue!” The other two shoes he used to like – Wonder Pets and the Backyardigans – have sort of fallen off his radar and that’s just fine. As Kevin says, we don’t want him turning into a “vidiot!”

Now that the Tigers’ season is over, we’re not watching much baseball so I hope he remembers it come spring. In place of baseball, he’s taken a liking to “Dancing with the Stars.” He’ll yell “dance, dance” and go to a spot in front of Isabel’s cage – a spot that isn’t carpeted – and dance up a storm on the hardwood floor. Although it will embarrass him a ton when he’s older, I must note how he also loves to dance to “I Feel for You” by Chaka Khan!

Other than all this, things are going very well. He’s doing awesome in his new class at day care and is back to using the potty (after taking a break for a week - I have no idea why). I honestly don't have a clue when he'll be fully potty trained but we’re going to spend a lot of time on it over the Christmas break. We don’t have much planned for his second birthday – just a family party – but it will be fun and I'm sure he'll continue to get spoiled. And, here’s hoping his twos won’t be so terrible!

What's wrong with this picture?

Seriously, what's wrong? Look closely.

Magic

This past Tuesday, Bruce Springsteen’s newest CD, Magic, was released. After reading a ton of awesome reviews, I was so excited to get it and it definitely was worth the wait. Since getting it Tuesday night (Kevin spent his lunch at Borders getting it for me), I have been listening to it on a loop. Whether I am at work, at home, in the car or listening to my iPod, it is playing and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it! It’s awesome because it is such a great mixture of his sound over the years and, quite simply, it ROCKS. At this very moment, my favorite tracks are I’ll Work for Your Love and Livin’ in the Future. Since I can’t make it to his concert on Nov. 4, I’m hoping the tour will go well and he will come back to Detroit. It’s happened before so maybe it will happen again. At 58, you never know when it might be the end for the Boss!

First school photos

Two weeks ago, Harmon had his first school photos taken. His day care hires a photographer to come out twice a year to get photos of the kids. While I'm sure it's not easy to corral 70 kids under the age of five AND get them to sit still for a photo (getting them to smile is a bonus), I have a sneaky suspicion they get paid pretty well. Maybe I suspect that because I had to pay $60 for four sheets of photos! These people have a good gig going, they know parents can't resist photos of their kids so they just fork over the cash without even thinking about it.

Anyway, here are the photos (they are scanned so the quality sucks). I think they turned out OK, although I will dress Harmon in something different next year. I wasn't sure how this whole thing worked (rookie) so I just sent him in a polo shirt and shorts (nice denim shorts, dude). I didn't want to let him wear (and subsequently ruin) anything really nice and I didn't want to saddle the teachers with having to change his clothes so we just went with the casual look. Plus, Aunt Stacey is taking his two-year photos in a few weeks so we'll rock the more formal look then.

Out of the mouths of babes

Harmon took the next step to becoming a little boy when we bought him a set of four trucks. They are a little bigger than Matchbox cars, so he can't eat them, but small enough to race around on every surface. This includes the box from our new TV, which, despite being in the same room with at least 50 others toys, is his favorite. Harmon is really good at identifying all of his toys, stuffed animals, family members, etc. When we asked him about his four new trucks, he calls the fire truck, appropriately, "fire fruck." The train is "choo-coo frain." There is another truck which hauls two small, white cannisters. This is his "milk fruck." To us, the real mystery was, what would he call the fourth truck? It is pretty nondescript. It is not a dump truck, nor does it haul anything. But it does have a yellow hood. So, we asked Harmon what this truck was, and he amazed us with ... "yellow fruck." Don't babies just make it simple sometimes?

Harmon Spencer-san

You're alright, Aunt Stacey!

Let’s Dance

It’s a dreary Monday, all wet and fall-like outside. As I’ve said a million times, Mondays are hard for me as I have to leave cuddly little Harmon and work in the afternoon. Usually, I perk up on my drive in because I get to listen to the Jim Rome Show but, since the NFL season has started, WDFN cuts away to the weekly Lions’ press conference where the cornbread is dished out while it’s nice and hot. Since I am not a Lions’ fan (or shall I say sheep), I usually seek alternate programming during this time but it’s a struggle. I struggled again today and as I fumbled through my presets, I accidentally hit CD. Let’s back up a bit. We drive my ’98 Wrangler on Mondays (the newer car stays with the kid) and I can’t remember the last time I even HAD a CD in that vehicle. So, imagine my surprise when a CD (I have NO idea whose CD) actually starts playing AND starts playing “Let’s Dance” by David Bowie. God, I totally love that song! What a pick me up to my rainy Monday!

No October

As I type this, it’s Sunday, Sept. 30 and, unlike last year, I am facing an October without my beloved Detroit Tigers. As I watched Jason Grilli (of all people) strike out Chicago’s Toby Hall to end today’s game (and season), I cried. It’s been a long time since baseball meant anything to anyone around here – an entire generation of kids had no clue what Tigers’ baseball was – so to see another good season end was sad for me.

Now, I could be a pissed off Tigers’ fan because they failed to accomplish what they should have accomplished but I’ve thought a lot about it over the last month and I’m not going to be. If the 2007 season would have happened last year, the entire state would have been going bananas. For a team that was terrible for years to be playing meaningful baseball into mid-September would have been amazing. But, we all were surprised by the march to the World Series in 2006 so, naturally, 2007 was a letdown. Although injuries played a part, there are many other reasons the 2007 team isn’t in the playoffs. They couldn’t get the big hit when they needed it, they got outscored in late innings, they couldn’t get good hitting and good starting pitching at the same time and, when they did, the bullpen came in and lit the entire infield on fire. I could go on and on but I want to focus on the good because, for so many years, there simply wasn’t ANYTHING good to focus on.

Congrats to Magglio Ordonez for winning the AL batting title; to Carlos Guillen for his 102 RBI season; and to Curtis Granderson for his .302 average and his amazing accomplishment of being the first player since Willie Mays to hit 20 home runs, doubles and triples and steal 20 bases. Congrats to Placido Polanco for smacking 200 hits (with a third-place .341 average) and for finishing the entire season without an error at second base.

There are other accomplishments and so many wonderful memories from this season and I don’t think it will sink in that it’s all over until I come home from work tomorrow. Almost every night (and day) since April, I’ve had Rod Allen and Mario Impemba on the tube or Dan Dickerson and Jim Price on the airwaves bringing me Tigers’ baseball. It will be weird not to have that this week and for the next five months.

Thanks so much for a great season, Detroit Tigers! You brought baseball back to the Motor City and I, for one, cannot wait until 2008. Only 152 days to go – Spring Training starts Feb. 27.

To close, I love this quote from Rogers Hornsby:

"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.”

Chocolate

My parents and sister, Erin, were here recently to watch Harmon while Kevin and I went to a U-M football game. While we were gone, Harmon saw Erin eating M&Ms and asked to try one. Usually, when you give Harmon chocolate (or sweets of any kind) he ends up spitting it out. But, this time, he kept it in his mouth … and liked it.

Not that we want him to eat chocolate all the time but we’ve tried several different things (chocolate basically is a food group in the Bergquist house) and he never has taken to any of them. Not cookies, muffins, brownies, candy, cake or anything else. He DID eat a piece of fudge when we were in Traverse City in July, which was a shocker! Just ONE, TINY piece, though!

So, when he ate the M&M, we thought it would be a one-time thing. Not so much. Now, he says “chocolate” a ton and anytime we say “Erin,” he responds with “chocolate.” Erin came over tonight and the first thing he said when she came through the door was “chocolate!” The best thing about this is the WAY he says chocolate. He says it with a French accent, perfectly annunciating every syllable, which is hilarious!

Although I LOVE chocolate, I surprisingly didn’t like it at all while I was pregnant so maybe that explains it. And, like I said, it’s not like we’re begging him to eat chocolate and then allowing him to get his own M&Ms or Fritos out of the pantry. He’s an excellent eater (a healthy one too) and we’re hoping to keep it that way, with maybe an M&M or two every once in a while!

Sacrifices

We know that both sets of parents made sacrifices for us from the day we were born. And while this is a very small and seemingly insignificant one for us, it does show how your thinking changes when you become a parent.

As I type this, tickets are on sale for Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band at the Palace in November. Besides it being on a Monday night, and good tickets being $89 before Ticketmaster comes blasting in with surcharges and delivery fees, the timing is just not right this time around. Normally this is a no-brainer for Aimee, right up there with Tigers Opening Day (except for this year; cut it out 2007), Michigan football and the first night of any Will Ferrell or Vince Vaughn movie. We are finishing our basement right now, and that has been expensive, especially the past three weeks, but this is also about Harmon (in a good way).

Any time we plan something or go to buy something, we always think of our little buddy. For example, the day after the concert is a daycare day for him. Plus, the fact that we would have to drive home in the wee hours of the morning is not fair to his sleep. It is amazing as a parent to feel so strongly about your children and make sure they have all that they need and are not hungry, cold or sad.

Aimee is such a great Mom at this. Aside from my behavior in buying our new TV, I can be impulsive at times. My gut would be to buy the tickets and then figure out later who is going and how it is going to work out. Aimee is always thinking about what is best for Harmon. When she goes to the mall with him, who gets something? Very rarely her. It is usually Harmon, who also scores when Nana goes shopping and Grandma and Grandpa come to visit.

As I said in the beginning, I know this is a small thing, but Aimee has such natural instincts as a good Mom and Harmon is turning out to be a great son because of it. Maybe next time, Bruce.

Unexpected nap

OK, enough ogling of Russell Crowe! Let’s get back to it. As many of you know, Kevin and I split our Mondays – he works the early shift (7 a.m. – noon) and I work the late shift (12:30-5:30 p.m.). So, Mondays are always a little hard for me as I have to leave Harmon after spending a few fun hours with him in the morning. And, yesterday, he made it even harder.

It’s been a while since he’s taken a nap with us (at LEAST six months). We try every couple of weeks to get him to take a family nap but he wants none of it. Yesterday, though, after we had breakfast and played for hours, I got him all changed and dressed and asked him if he wanted to take a nap with me. He said yes but he’s said yes before so I was skeptical! We got all snuggled up together under the covers and he got comfortable on his Daddy’s pillow and then was snoring within minutes. Initially, I was afraid to open my eyes and look at him as he sometimes has this open-eyed, staring-off-into-space-but-still-awake look but he was dead asleep.

Of course, I wasn’t able to nap with him long as I had to get ready for damn work. So, I moved him into his bed and he took a nice, long nap. I was so sad that I couldn’t enjoy it more. Why a Monday and not a Friday or the weekend? Who knows when he’ll take a break from his busy toddler life to take another nap with us? Everything just goes by way too fast!

A sight to see

After two straight crushing, embarrassing defeats at Michigan Stadium, finally something good happened on the Michigan sideline on Saturday:


Ahh, yes, that would be THE Russell Crowe. He and Coach Carr became fast friends in the off-season and he graced Michigan Stadium with his presence on Saturday. I can't believe Russell freakin' Crowe was in my town! I love him (not to mention he's a tremendous actor and SO should have TWO Academy Awards - damn Denzel and that stupid Training Day movie). And, he's in my five. GOD!

Oh yeah, the game. Anyway, we crushed Notre Dame AGAIN, 38-0. I could get used to these yearly beatings. Granted they are a god-awful football team so Saturday's game was in no means a measuring stick for where we are at this point. No matter what, though, it's always fun to beat up on the Irish and their a-hole QBs (Quinn and Clausen). Guess it will be at least ANOTHER year before we hear from our ND friends.

The big 22

Any time someone has asked us how old Harmon is, it was fun to have answered eight months, 14 months, 16 months, etc. But, now he is closing in on the end of his "months" ages. Pretty soon, he will be our big 2-year-old boy. And, as he turns 22 months old today, he is growing up every minute of every hour of every day. He continues to amaze us every day with his intellect and his love for everyone (except, again, Mr. G). Here are some things he has been doing:

1. He is in love with his stuffed animals lately. His two favorite animals right now are a snow leopard he got when we went to the zoo two weeks ago, and a sea otter that Aunt Stacey got him in San Francisco.

2. He has always loved to have us read books to him, but now he is repeating words and lines back to us. It won't be too long before he is reading books to us. One of his favorite places to do this is on his potty chair. In the course of the rest of his chatter, he will say, "potty, potty" and off we go to his chair. He has gone several times for us, with a few false alarms.

3. The boy loves to count. He had become very proficient in counting to 13, but now he is going all the way up to 20. Tonight at dinner, he just kept going: 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

4. He does more than count numbers. He is getting more conversational every day. When we ask him if he wants something, instead of laughing or grunting, he now says, "yeah." Conversely, he has always been good at saying, "no." Dada has become "Daddy" of late, and last night he got to talk to his godfather, "Uncle Steve." He knows all of his aunts and uncle by name, but we still don't know who "Dee-dee" is.

We know it is still two months until he reaches those "terrible twos," but we don't think Harmon has it in his nature to be a bad boy. Sure, he disobeys sometimes and can be trouble at the dinner table, but he has been such a joy to watch grow up. As any parent knows, it is growing up.

Love you, little man.

Bergquist quote bag

When Kevin worked at the University Record, he and his co-workers used to keep a quote bag or sorts and they would re-visit them a few times a year for a good laugh. He’s suggested doing this at home so I finally got with it. Here are a few and we’ll see if we can keep this up.

1. Recently, Harmon said “hey, baby” to a cashier at Hiller’s and to one of the student helpers at day care. They both thought it was so cute!

2. Kevin used to work in a restaurant during his summers in Minnesota and the bus boys would yell “hot butter, gotta’ go” as they were clearing the candle-heated butter dishes that were used for the lobster. When we were out running errands on Saturday, Kevin taught Harmon to say, “hot butter, gotta’ go” and now he can’t get enough of it.

3. Kevin and I were watching VH1 the other day and a commercial for the Scott Baio show came on. If you’re not familiar, the show is called “Scott Baio is 45 … and Single.” Kevin suggested a new and improved title, to better reflect the star of the show – “Scott Baio is 45 … and a Tool!”

These next four are all Detroit Tigers’ related (what a surprise):

4. There was a quick shot of Pudge in the dugout and Kevin asked “is Pudge practicing his strikeout swing?’ All too appropriate this season!

5. The great Tigers’ TV analyst Rod Allen was commenting on Ramon Santiago’s fielding skills, calling him a vacuum cleaner. I replied with “yeah, and he bats a buck fifty!”

6. Kevin and I were discussing the recent demotions and promotions of pitcher Zach Miner. Kevin said I’m sure he’s thinking “I’m not your yo-yo!”

7. When discussing my favorite Tigers’ pitcher Jordan Tata, I mentioned that he’s from Texas. Kevin replied with “he’s from Texas, I wonder if he’s a prick?”

Wow, Coach, these are some IMPRESSIVE numbers!

Today’s U-M football game was filled with all kinds of record-breaking performances. Unfortunately, they all were BAD records. These are just a few to digest although I’m sure more will come out after the record books are inspected overnight. What can I say, I am SO proud!

1. Michigan’s 39-7 loss to Oregon was the worst since losing 50-14 to Ohio State in 1968 – the season before Bo Schembechler came to Ann Arbor.

2. Speaking of Bo, Michigan hasn’t won a game since he died the day before the Ohio State game last year.

3. Oregon rolled up 624 yards, the second-highest total by a Michigan opponent in its 128 years of football. The most was to Northwestern (654 yards) in 2000. While letting Oregon score at will, Michigan scored the fewest points in a game since a 9-3 loss to Purdue in 1996.

4. The last time Michigan started a season with two losses was in 1998 (with losses at Notre Dame and at home to Syracuse). The last time Michigan started a season with two losses AT HOME was 1959 (to Missouri and Michigan State).

5. This is the first time Michigan has suffered four straight losses since 1967.

You know, Coach Carr could have walked away a few years ago as a freakin’ hero. With his career record and his National Championship, not to mention all the things he does off the field, he could have ridden off into the sunset. He probably even could have had the new football building named after him. But, he insisted on sticking around way too long and now his legacy will be this 2007 season – YIKES. I feel bad for the seniors, like Henne, Hart and Long, who stuck around Ann Arbor for a chance at a National Championship. I also feel really bad for the U-M students who are having their college years ruined by 1902-style football.

I don’t even know what more to say. I am completely and totally embarrassed but I can’t say I didn’t see this coming. I think many people who have been critical of the program over the last few years aren’t surprised by this. We are disappointed but not surprised. As Kevin and I said today as we left in disgust during the third quarter, if we knew a change would come after going 4-8 or 5-7, I think most people would suck it up and endure. But, we don’t know and that’s what’s scary. I’m scared to think what kind of damage this is doing to Michigan football.

OK, on to humor (it’s how I deal, OK)! I read this on the U-M mlive.com forum a bit ago and died. Michigan Stadium is the hole that Yost dug, Canham carpeted, Schembechler filled and CARR DESTROYED.

And, this is something I said a few years ago (similar to Steve Spurrier’s “you can’t spell Citrus without UT” blast): You can’t spell underachievement without U-M!

Quick note: Thanks so much to my Detroit Tigers for once again pulling out a victory on a Saturday night after Michigan football completely ruined my Saturday afternoon.

Not in the job description

A lot of people are clamoring for LSU coach Les Miles to become the next coach at Michigan. There are many who object to that, in part because he is a little more vocal than what our fans are used to, and he once had the nerve to swear during a press conference. To that, Aimee replied:

"I don't care if he says f-ity, f, f, f throughout every Monday press conference, as long as he wins games."

'Nuff said.

Special Comment

I try not to let myself get too into politics these days. This administration has been such a disaster from the beginning that if I DO get into it, it’s really hard to get away from it. It’s so enraging that it just starts to take over. But, hey, at least I didn’t vote for him and thus can sleep at night.

One show Kevin and I do watch is Countdown with Keith Olbermann. Maybe it’s his SportsCenter history that drew us in but he’s great to watch and much more intelligent (and funny) than doing NFL highlights required him to be.

Last night, he had an extra special “Special Comment” and it’s something everyone should see:



If you would rather read the transcript, click here.

On a lighter note, I offer a compilation of Letterman’s Great Moments in Presidential Speeches. And, my all-time favorite! I think I say “internets” at least five times a day!