Seven Quick Takes

1. This is a great take on science reporting, and the news in general.

“…in a news market overflowing with facts, facts by themselves go unsold; they require a story—and that story … needs some kind of bias on the part of the author, ‘a pair of lenses that slide over reality and aim to bring it more clearly into focus.’ You can see what he means: our capacity to produce data on everything requires packaging; otherwise, it is like finding oneself in a library where all the books have been disassembled into piles of paragraphs, sentences and words. Our consumption of information requires an algorithm of narrative and the perspective of bias in order to produce focus. The problem — the presiding problem of our knowledge economy — is whether we end up focusing on something that’s actually true.”

I really love the author of this post – Trevor Butterworth. He has written a lot of good, interesting stuff for Forbes, and posts good stuff on twitter as @butterworthy (extra points for a hilarious handle/last name).

2. Following that piece indicating that bias is what makes us engage on this stuff in the first place, this article meshes pretty well with my biases. And dang, it would have been useful in that vaccine discussion on Jen’s facebook wall a week or two ago. The study the article describes several fact-based interventions aiming to change parental intent to vaccinate. The study authors sum things up well:

“None of the interventions increased parental intent to vaccinate a future child. Refuting claims of an MMR/autism link successfully reduced misperceptions that vaccines cause autism but nonetheless decreased intent to vaccinate among parents who had the least favorable vaccine attitudes. In addition, images of sick children increased expressed belief in a vaccine/autism link and a dramatic narrative about an infant in danger increased self-reported belief in serious vaccine side effects.”

Damn, that’s depressing. It only included 1800 ish parents, and I don’t have access to the full text, so I’m hoping the entrenched anti-vaxxers were a small group of people, thereby hindering broad extrapolation. But, well, it jives pretty well with every facebook interaction I have had ever, basically. Ok, that’s enough science for today (I’m saving y’all from a ranty tirade about BPA. BE GLAD.).

3. Hazel finally learned how to roll over! (On Monday, I think it was.) I will miss wee stranded turtle baby. Partially because it was the one surefire thing I could do if I needed to stash her somewhere for a minute. Girlfriend is on the MOVE. Other achievements recently unlocked: shaking her head no, pulling up to standing (and one ill-advised attempt at standing up unassisted, in the middle of the kitchen. NO MA’AM.), crawling over and frequently beaching herself on all manner of roadblocks. Remaining unsavory features: loud screamy yelling at random intervals, refusal to transition to swaddle free lifestyle, preference for late(r than 9:00 pm) bedtime. Made up for by: being the snuggliest monkey baby on the planet.

4. My brother is coming out to the boonies of central Washington for work next week and gets to stay a night with us, and I’m super excited. Hoping I can find somewhere good between here and Portland (where he flies out of) that we can go snowshoeing. I am REAL BAD at figuring this stuff out, as the funky microclimates of the NW are super confusing to me. Suggestions welcome, if you know of anything good. Also, I have to decide if it makes more sense to bring Hazel or my breastpump with me. To go snow shoeing. With my brother. #awkward

5. Speaking of pumps and my baby, I have several work related trips looming in the next two months, and I’m super curious to see how this pans out with Miss Bertie. Kevin has been handling a lot more of Hazel’s wake ups (or, more accurately, refusal to go to sleep in the first place), and I know he’ll be totally fine – and he is a champ at dealing with lack of sleep, if things go poorly. I distinctly remember my first work trip after Eliza was born. She was about five weeks old, and I remember feeling kind of superfluous as I packed up my pump and had no wise words to impart to Kevin about what Eliza might need in my absence, because he was the one who fed her and put her to sleep every night. It is very different this time, but we’ve made a lot of strides in the past month or so that leave me feeling like a) Hazel won’t miss me THAT much and b) Kevin won’t lose his fool mind trying to keep her fed and rested. Also I know Hazel can be, in many ways, a lot easier and more laid back when I’m not around (goes way longer between feedings, takes legit naps, etc.), so I’m wondering if it’ll just be no big deal. So, you know, now that I’m feeling like she’ll probably be just fiiiine, I’ll move on to worrying about my milk supply and if she’ll decide nursing is for the birds*. Can’t just have my brain sitting around, all idle like, now can we?

6. It is my niece’s second birthday today, and as per usual, I have not mailed her present yet. I am the actual worst at gifts, especially of the on time variety. I was talking with a close friend about this – her love language is timely and thoughtful gifts, and mine is NOT. (The love language thing mostly cracks me up – I’m being tongue in cheek when I use it. My love language is playing with my hair, if you’re wondering.) The conversation centered on the possible completion of the second half of her Christmas gift by the end of the month. The gift was: a pair of gloves. Well, half of a pair. A single glove. Anyway, I have talked about this before, so I won’t beat it to death, but let me just say: if I forget your birthday, or a thank you note, or I remember them but send it a month/year late, I AM SORRYYYY. Truly. I am working on this. I will get better, I hope, before my own kids are old enough to realize how terrible I am in this arena. Also, I take back any and all smirking I did at my father for not being able to spit out my or my brother’s birth dates off the top of his head at any given moment we decided to pop quiz him. I am seriously considering engraving my kids’ birthdays on my wedding ring, next to my anniversary, so I have half a shot in hell. (mental note: get a bigger wedding ring.) ANYWAYS. Lucy, a box will come next week! I’m the worst! But I love you!

7. It is 65 degrees out and I can see a little bit of blue sky, and OH, SPRING. I am so excited. I am taking my kids to the damn park. What are you up to this weekend?

*Well if that isn’t a terrible application of this idiom, I don’t know what is.

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A little more ADHD/Tylenol stuff.

I still have a few loose thoughts bouncing around in my head about the acetaminophen/ADHD thing, and about being pregnant and taking medicine. A fair amount of these loose ends came from comments on the original post, and in depth discussion with friends on the subject. I loooove these discussions.

1. I mentioned in the original post that there is research suggesting that NOT treating maternal illness/pain can ALSO lead to ADHD and other “negative” outcomes in offspring. The studies done in this area are smaller and less statistically powerful than the acetaminophen/ADHD study. In fact, some of the most interesting stuff isn’t even done in humans. So why am I willing to weigh these studies against each other to inform my choices? Because: there will never be a large scale epidemiological study that can adequately compare these “exposure” scenarios. It would be basically impossible to design and conduct a study that compares a reference group with no pain or illness of any kind to an exposure group with pain or illness, and to stratify the exposure group by intensity or duration or number of events. And to have these groups be big enough to yield statistical power to look at these subtle, low percentage outcomes. Much harder even than an imperfect, but interesting study on OTC drug use.

2. I want to also make a point about the overall study size, and the actual numbers of kids with the outcomes of interest. The overall study included over 64,000 pregnant women. That’s a ton! But it was broken down into reference group, and exposed groups, each of which were smaller than 64,322. The reference group for looking at ADHD-like behaviors included 18,188 total offspring, 458 of whom had ADHD-like behaviors and 17,730 of whom did not. That’s an incidence rate of 2.52%. In the exposure group for children of mothers who took acetaminophen for more than 20 weeks of their pregnancies, there were 1801 total offspring, 87 of whom had ADHD-like behaviors and 1714 of whom did not. That’s an incidence rate of 4.83%, which gets adjusted down to 3.67% based on the confounding parameters (demographic info and/or disease conditions as I mentioned in my previous post). Adjustments aside, that’s still… 87 kids. For a rate of 2.52%, it would have been 45 kids. 3.67% is 66 kids. That is both a lot of kids, and not that many, depending on your perspective (as usual, if you find yourself on the “wrong” side of a statistic, things suddenly get REAL). The difference in incidence is statistically significant, but I have trouble hanging my behavioral hat on a difference of 20ish kids, especially considering other flaws in the study.

3. I keep focusing on the ADHD-like behaviors, which is sort of a fuzzier endpoint than the ADHD medicines or the KHD diagnosis. Why? It’s because it’s a lot easier for me to talk about the math on this measure – it’s simple incidence. X kids with the outcome out of Y total kids. I don’t have to talk about person-time, which is a really confusing metric.

4. It seems like much of this is maybe a less discussed downside (or just a different side) of our incredible advance in knowledge and diagnostics – instead of “everyone’s different” we have names and syndromes, etc. And of course in isolation, you would rather your child not suffer. but does anyone really not have something? ADHD, asthma, celiac, depression, ASD, bad eyesight, poor coordination, shitty metabolism, mediocre IQ, janky heart, janky lungs, on and on and on. There are so many things to have. And so many degrees of severity for each of them. And I’m not saying we would CHOOSE any or all of these things, or that feeling negatively about them is necessarily bad or wrong or othering or whatever.

It just starts so early. “I want a healthy baby!” when what we really mean is “I want my baby to be healthy.” But that is slightly different. Do you want THIS baby? If he’s not “healthy”? What kind of disorders are acceptable in the abstract? What becomes acceptable when it’s part of your actual child? Where is the line between understanding the etiology of human .. disease is not the word I want. Human variation? The line between understanding what causes us all to be different, in so very many ways, and making value judgments about what is normal and what is not, and then… placing BLAME for (maybe) causing a deviation from that perceived norm?

This is heavy stuff, but I think the distinctions are important, as is considering the implications of these kinds of exposure studies, and the discussions that come out of them. Obviously everyone brings their own values to this subject, and I don’t think we can or should use a universal yardstick, but this has been a fruitful discourse for me, and maybe it will be for you too.


I should say that, especially for the last bit, this is a lot more stream of consciousness than I usually post here. And a lot heavier, and closer to divisive and charged issues. So. Uh. Ok.

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Reads from around the web

1. 23 and Me and Me: A doctor struggles to understand his own genetic testing results. I especially love these bits:

“In arranging for the test to be performed, I broke two of my usual rules as a doctor; don’t try and practice medicine on yourself (I usually outsource my personal medical care to my excellent GP) and don’t request a test where you don’t know what to do with the answer.”

“I have acquired enough genetics knowledge to bluff at a dinner party of non-geneticists.”

2. Gender Judo: An interesting article on being a woman in the workplace. I don’t agree with everything here, but it’s very topical for me as the only chick in my group at work, struggling with being put in the “nice” box, and finding a way to make sure my voice heard.

3. America’s Temple of Pseudoscience:

“The homeopathy section has plenty of Latin words and mathematical terms, but many of its remedies are so diluted that, statistically speaking, they may not contain a single molecule of the substance they purport to deliver.”

“I invited a biologist friend who studies human gut bacteria to come take a look with me. She read the healing claims printed on a handful of bottles and frowned. “This is bullshit,” she said, and went off to buy some vegetables.”

“Whenever we talk about science and society, it helps to keep two rather humbling premises in mind: very few of us are anywhere near rational. And pretty much all of us are hypocrites.”

4. Breastfeeding benefits have been drastically overstated: This is a sort of follow up to this excellent 2009 article on the same subject. Basically, the breast is best movement isn’t as clear and simple as advertised. I had a really interesting discussion with some friends about this article/issue this morning, and it’s far from simple, but I’m happy to see some new Actual Science on this topic, and hope it will help those of us who struggle in this area feel less guilty. (Damn, Gina, what’s with all the guilt?)

5. The Blood Harvest:
Ok this is just kind of cool. Horseshoe crab blood –> science. Also, tangent: my mom once skewered her leg on one of these bad boys. Yeowch, I bet that hurt.

6. A multipart mess on BPA and friends. First up, the good: Maybe That BPA in Your Canned Food Isn’t So Bad After All

“It was only when exposures were millions of times higher than what people typically get that the scientists saw changes like those caused by the body’s own sex hormones.”

I actually have colleagues participating in research in this area, and I wish I were seeing more media reporting on a few studies in particular, as opposed to the usual – such as this:
The Scary New Evidence on BPA-Free Plastics.
Another example of truly terrible science reporting, and also scientists behaving very badly. I won’t argue that there are legitimate issues with the toxicity testing for BPA replacements, and that I personally prefer the known not-particularly-evil that is BPA (seriously, if they have to look THIS HARD for adverse outcomes? It is a waste of time. There are actual toxic things we could be focusing on.), but on the scale of things I’m worried about in my day to day life, it’s somewhere below mopping the kitchen (i.e….. no.) Motherjones has done really bad, imbalanced pieces on BPA before, and they love to a) quote this total crackpot Fred vom Saal, and b) target legitimate science, without c) acknowledging their bias in doing so.
My favorite part is the quote of vom Saal’s that they feature:
“A poison kills you,” says biology professor Frederick vom Saal. “A chemical like BPA reprograms your cells and ends up causing a disease in your grandchild that kills him.”

I mean, that is just terrible, fear mongering horseshit. BPA ain’t gonna kill anybody.

Here is MotherJones attacking a colleague of mine last year, and here is an interesting post on Forbes from 2011 about why this whole thing is absurd (complete with a breakdown of a scientist bitch fight!). These last two links are old but the point stands.

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Acetaminophen and ADHD

So I read this article Monday, about a study linking acetaminophen use during pregnancy to ADHD-like behaviors in children. I am mildly irritated by the study itself, and super pissed about a lot the reporting on the study. (Raise your hand if you’re shocked!) Since reading it Monday when Jess brought it to my attention, I’ve seen this article as well as a few others flying around on twitter and facebook, and I’ve heard people express worry, fear, and worst of all, guilt. So I figured it might be valuable to pick it apart, a bit, as well as to broadly discuss the kind of messaging directed at pregnant women, and mothers in general, when studies like this are discussed in the media and elsewhere.

What the study did: The study used several robust and interconnected data sets to look at the correlations of interest. These are actually really cool – in Denmark, there are a few programs that work together to collect a lot of health data on a TON of individuals to facilitate epidemiological studies. (In fact, some of the studies that illustrated pretty definitively that vaccines don’t cause autism came out of these programs!).

  • Danish National Birth Cohort: this program enrolls pregnant women at about 6-12 weeks of gestation (like, when they go to the OB upon becoming pregnant, they are asked if they’d like to participate – and something like 30% of all pregnant women in Denmark do). As part of this study, they complete a telephone interview at 12 and 30 weeks of gestation, and another six months after the birth of the child, as well as a child behavioral questionnaire (Strength and Difficulties Questionnaire, SDQ) at seven years of age. The telephone interviews included questions about use of pain killers, and women were asked to recall specific medications taken on a week-by-week basis for the preceding weeks (i.e., at the 12 week phone call, they were asked to report which medications they took during each of the preceding weeks of their pregnancy). The SDQ was used to identify ADHD-like behaviors.
  • Danish National Hospital Registry and Danish Psychiatric Central Registry: these programs use unique civil identification numbers to track hospital admissions. The researchers tracked diagnoses of Hyperkinetic Disorder (HKD) through these registries.
  • Danish Prescription Registry: this program uses the civil ID numbers to track prescription drug use. The researchers used this to track the use of ADHD drugs (Ritalin*, atomoxetine, and modafinil).

Using these data sets, the researchers stratified and analyzed their data according to various features and/or confounders, such as

  • acetaminophen use profile (how many weeks of use, and during which trimesters/weeks)
  • SDQ scores (<17, or ≥17)
  • HKD diagnosis
  • ADHD medication use
  • Demographic info, like birth year, birth weight, sex, maternal age at birth, parity, gestational age at delivery, socioeconomic status, smoking and alcohol use during pregnancy, maternal BMI, etc.
  • Diseases of conditions that could trigger acetaminophen use, such as muscle and joint disorders, fever, inflammation, or infection (all self-reported).

So, to recap, the exposure of interest is acetaminophen use by week of gestation, and the outcomes of interest are ADHD-like behaviors, HKD diagnosis, and/or ADHD medication use.

What the major findings were:

  • More than 50% of mothers in the study used acetaminophen at least once during their pregnancies. The flip side of this really surprised me – more than 40% of women DIDN’T take even a single solitary Tylenol for nine months? Damn.
  • Compared to the no exposure group, there were increased risks for all outcomes of interest (ADHD-like behavior, KHD diagnosis, and ADHD medication use) in children of mothers who used acetaminophen during pregnancy.
  • For each outcome, the risk was GREATER for children of mothers who used acetaminophen in more than one trimester, or in all three trimesters, or for more than 20 weeks during pregnancy.

Issues I have:

Some of my issues are impossible to solve – you’re never going to get an enormous epidemiological study like this where they can get good, detailed information on the actual DOSE of medication people are taking. You get binary information (did they or didn’t they, over the whole nine months? Did they or didn’t they, on any given week?), rather than something quantitative (how MUCH did they take and when?). That makes it impossible for the researchers to study the critically important dose-response relationship, because they don’t actually have any idea what the dose was for any of these women. These researchers try to get at this relationship by using weeks of use as a kind of surrogate for dose, but it’s kind of messy. They track the number of weeks the mothers used it. They track WHICH weeks the mothers used it. But neither of those is the same as HOW MUCH. And while they make it sound like there is a clear correlation between number of weeks and strength of association, it’s not… THAT clear. The confidence intervals are really wide and overlap a lot with each other, and in many cases, with the non-exposed group. The associations ARE interesting, but they are NOT dramatic.

I’m starting to touch on the language used to discuss risk, here. The study relies on measures of risk called “risk ratios” and “hazard ratios.” What the heck are those? A risk ratio is a measure of RELATIVE risk between two states. So the unexposed group has a risk ratio of 1.0, and serves as a baseline or reference scenario. Then, let’s say an exposed group has a risk ratio of 1.46 with a confidence interval of 1.16 – 1.85 (this is a real example from the paper: the adjusted risk ratio for ADHD-like behaviors for children of mothers who used acetaminophen for more than 20 weeks of their pregnancies). Another way of correctly stating the observed risk for this group would be “the exposed group had a 46% higher rate of ADHD-like behaviors than the unexposed group,” or “the risk of AHDH-like behaviors was increased by 46% relative to the unexposed group.”

Hazard ratios are a little different, and a lot harder to explain, but the interpretation is similar. They are a measure of instantaneous risk over a defined time period. (Now you say: WHAT?) It’s kind of like a risk ratio averaged over time. (WHAT?) Ok, there’s really no easy way for me to explain this, unless you know what person-time is. Maybe you’ve read the insert on your birth control pills before, and it says something about how in a normal year of proper use, 1.7** women in 100 will get pregnant? So, that bit about “in a normal year…” – that’s a person-year. Or, 100 person-years, actually. 100 people, doing the thing of interest, for a year. So it’s the number of outcomes over the total person-years studied, for the exposed group versus the unexposed group. Anyone still here? I swear I just visualized all of my friends backing out of the room slowly.

ANYWAYS. You can talk about hazard ratios in basically the same way as risk ratios. So, for example, the study found an adjusted hazard ratio of 1.53 (1.21 – 1.94) for use of ADHD meds for children of mothers who used acetaminophen (can we abbreviate that shit? Damn. COMWUA? Ack.) for more than 20 weeks of their pregnancies. So we can say “the exposed group had a 53% higher rate of using ADHD meds than the reference group.”

All right, so raise your hand if you’re like, “OMG, FIFTY THREE PERCENT AHHHH” and between this and that This American Life episode, you’re chucking out the only damn drug you were comfortable taking when you were pregnant, because WHOA that’s a lot?

That means it’s time to bring up ABSOLUTE risk. Absolute risk is a measure of the actual incidence of the outcome of interest in a population. So, in this study population, the absolute risk of a child having ADHD-like behaviors despite their moms never taking Tylenol ever was 2.6% (458 hyper kids / 17730 unmedicated moms = 0.0258). The absolute risk for the poor suckers whose moms popped acetaminophen for more than 20 weeks of their pregnancies was…. 3.8%.

When you start layering percentages like this, things get muddy real fast. “46% higher” sounds a heck of a lot scarier than the absolute risk numbers do, to me. And this is where I start to get bent out of shape (1400 words in! We made it!). I think it is appalling, based on this study, for researchers, clinicians, and reporters to make statements like:

“If these results reflect causal associations, acetaminophen should no longer be considered a safe drug for use in pregnancy.” – study authors

“(Pregnant women) shouldn’t worry at this point,” says study author Dr. Beate Ritz, professor and chair of the epidemiology department at the University of California, Los Angeles Fielding School of Public Health. “But if I were a woman who was pregnant … I would try to avoid taking painkillers as much as I can until we know more about this.” – CNN article

“If there is a pregnant woman out there willing to take Tylenol after reading this research — or just the associated headlines — I’d be surprised.” – Motherlode blog, NYTimes

“There are nonpharmacological ways to deal with pain,” says Dr. Jeffrey Chapa, head of maternal-fetal medicine at Cleveland Clinic Children’s Hospital. Massages, baths and acupuncture are some alternatives he suggests to help relieve pain. “I think we have to focus a little bit more on that as opposed to just medications.” – CNN article

I would say the majority of my issues here are with science reporting, as opposed to the research itself. I do think the authors over-interpreted their results a bit – I don’t think that the researchers should be making, or even suggesting making a broad value judgment about whether acetaminophen should or shouldn’t be acceptable for use in pregnancy. I understand why they did – as scientists, we aren’t taught how to write in a fair and balanced way – we are taught to describe our findings and their importance, and then our continuing employment depends on politicians grading that importance. So you end up with inflated statements and sweeping judgments. I get that. I wish it weren’t the case. But at least it isn’t free standing.

My bigger beef, though, is with science reporting – some of it is link bait bull shit – “you’ll never guess what common medication will ruin your kid’s life!” – but even leaving the really egregious examples aside, the tone is just awful. One liners stripped apart from the caveats and quantitative information provided in the original research. And usually science reporting focuses on a single study at a time, rather than the body of literature on that topic, thereby further isolating these often grandiose “findings” from their proper context.

So it ends up as another one liner in the broader conversation about pregnancy, and pregnant women, and what they can and cannot do.

Like, as a pregnant woman, it your JOB to have a neurotypical, model-perfect child, and any deviation from that ideal is a) problematic and b) your fault. That is a seriously dangerous message! And it is everywhere. And for this particular example, well… Some of us actually have these “ailments,” or kids with them. And I know *I* don’t feel like damaged goods over here. Nor do I appreciate the implication that I should.

As this post discusses, there is a catch-22 about use of even common medicines in pregnancy – they aren’t studied in pregnant women because of possible risk to the fetus, so we never have enough information to know if they might be harmful to the fetus, and on and on. So all the meds, and pharmacists, and doctors say: take it if the risks are worth it to you. Which is terrifying language! What are the risks, both of taking the medicine, or of choosing not to? (They never actually TELL me the risks, when I have asked, that is for sure.) How do we weigh those risks in a useful way? There is really very little useful information or discussion to help women navigate these questions. (Sidebar: one of the MOST useful tools for this that I have found – for lay people! – is Motherisk. Or Jen and her handy book.)

The prevailing attitude seems to have evolved to the point that a pregnant woman is viewed as a host, or a vessel, and her mental health and happiness are totally secondary for the duration of pregnancy. I was talking to some friends about this, and one raised a really interesting point – because society has moved towards having fewer children per capita, this attitude has become more and more prevalent. When it was (and in communities where it still is) really common for a woman to have a lot of pregnancies, no one expects a woman to suspend her normal life just because she is pregnant. If you expect to be pregnant or nursing for the better part of a decade (or longer!), it would be preposterous to suggest that you not eat a normal diet, exercise, or engage in normal activities, TREAT PAIN! for that long. I mean, truly absurd.

There is also the point that this particular study treated acetaminophen exposure in kind of a binary way – the null group was totally unexposed. Considering acetaminophen is one of the only drugs that is touted as truly safe for pregnancy, I find it actually kind of hard to believe a woman who didn’t take even one measly tylenol for nine months should be the definition of “baseline.” While they controlled/adjusted their estimates of risk based on things like maternal fever, inflammation, infection, or chronic pain, I would still argue that there is likely a connection between a woman who takes not even a single dose of acetaminophen and someone who might be less willing to seek a pharmaceutical solution for their child’s ADHD-like behaviors.

Additionally, and more importantly, there is evidence suggesting that NOT treating maternal  pain, inflammation, infection – the issues that generally cause people to take acetaminophen – ALSO seem to elevate risk for ADHD-like behaviors, in addition to a host of other (perhaps more legitimately negative?) health outcomes (1, 2, 3).  This is also true for other maternal health issues – like depression or anxiety or even STRESS – not treating them also leads to bad health outcomes for our children.

The only thing that is obvious from these kinds of studies, the only thing that is truly clear: you can hope for a completely uneventful pregnancy, and completely pristine maternal and fetal health throughout, and if you are lucky enough to have that happen? You and your kid (both of whom may or may not have “ideal” health outcomes anyways!) get to be in the reference group! That’s…. it. Hope for that. But don’t count on it.

And if you aren’t that lucky – as nearly all of us are not – please, try not to stress over correlations between health outcomes with low incidences and legitimate medical interventions. Sure, don’t take medicine for no particular reason, of course not. But if you’re asking me if I were pregnant, would I take acetaminophen for a fever, a headache? Absolutely. Without a second thought.

* Amusingly, the authors of the original study state that a prescription for Ritalin “…is a highly specific indicator for an ADHD diagnosis and it has only one additional rare indication  – narcolepsy.” Guess what face I’m making. GUESS.

** I totally made this number up, but it’s close to the real one.

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Day in the Life

OK, I’m way behind on this, but I enjoyed everyone else’s day in the life post over the past couple weeks. Here’s my Monday.

6:00 – I hear Hazel starting to wake up, so I bolt out of bed and into the shower, in hopes I can get through my routine before she wakes up enough to realize she is starving.

6:10 – I’m showered and dressed, and Hazel is still just doing her “mildly irritated” squawk, so I blow dry my hair and slap on some make up (uh… concealer. Maybe mascara, but probably not). I honestly only manage this (pathetic) level of primping every other day lately, on the mornings I shower, but I’m hoping as Hazel actually sleeps more (and more consistently), I can work on looking less like a hobo.

6:20 – grab Hazel and head downstairs. Usually I have to nurse her immediately, but today she is chill enough that I can sit her down for five minutes while I make myself a smoothie for breakfast. (Jess got me addicted to smoothies while I was in Denver. My normal breakfast is a make ahead sausage casserole or sausage biscuit balls – that’s literally been my breakfast for 95% of the days in the last two years – and I am so damn tired of it. Smoothies won’t work for long, though, because I honestly don’t have 5-10 minutes to spend on prepping food in the mornings.)

6:30 – settle in on the couch to nurse Miss Nut, drink my smoothie, and dick around on my phone. I catch up on texts and twitter and email, and stare lovingly at my squishy baby.

6:50 – Kevin is up, so I take Hazel upstairs with me and let her play in my closet while we chat and I brush my teeth, find my shoes, etc. After a minute or two, Hazel bonks her head on the door frame, so I take her back to the safety of the living room.

7:00 – get my work stuff together – frozen meatloaf for lunch, my cooler and pumping accouterments, my purse, jacket, badge. Sit back down and try to get Hazel to nurse a little more before I head out.

7:15 – Kevin comes downstairs with Eliza. She has an Ok to Wake clock set for 7:15, and she is excitedly jabbering about how the green came on and now it’s time to play, and Salsa (how she says our nanny’s name) will be here soon. Eliza grabs her Valentine’s day bee and runs laps around the house with it, stopping to show Pooh Bear this and that.

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Creepy/awesome Valentine’s Day bee.

7:25 – Alyssa (our wonderful nanny) arrives. Her mom gave her a ride today, much to Eliza’s delight – her mom is an OT who works with the school system, and she knows tons of fun games and brings crafts over and it’s always great fun for E. She helped E make the valentine’s bee, in fact, and then took it to school and laminated it so Eliza could pretend to feed it and love it and hug it without its wee antennae falling off.

7:30 – Kevin and I head to work. We work at the same lab, but in different buildings. We carpool most days, which is the best. A) I have my very own chauffeur. B) we get to hang out, sans kidlets, for almost an hour most days. Granted I often dick around on my phone or stare dazedly out the window, but sometimes we chit chat too.

7:55 – I am at my desk. I’ve got a bunch of meetings in the morning today, and I have to fit in three pumping breaks between them. The meetings are fun, though, because they are for cool projects with all my favorite coworkers. Just the right blend of getting stuff done and bullshitting. Between meetings, I work on revisions for a journal article and an intro/specific aims page for a nascent grant, meet with my student about some experimental work he’s doing and end up talking about enzyme kinetics for awhile.

9:55 – I run over to my husband’s building for another meeting, and before it starts I trade him the $20 bill in my wallet for four quarters so I can get a diet coke. Some people might call this a bad trade, but I’m pretty pleased with it.

11:30 – pump/lunch/internet break, followed by more work work work. Science!

16:20 – Kevin IMs me to see if I’m ready to head out.

16:45 – we get home and I start prepping dinner. Enchiladas – we have salsa verde left over from last week, so I just have to make the black bean filling and assemble everything. I get the filling going while Kevin plays with the ladies, i.e., distracts Hazel from flipping out because the buffet got home.

17:00 – I sit down to nurse Hazel. Kevin keeps playing with Eliza and stirring stuff intermittently.

17:15 – I finish assembling dinner and shove it in the oven. Kevin and I tag team the kiddos and keeping an eye on dinner and intermittently playing on the internet, each doing useful and useless things in several minute stretches. I spend a good fifteen minutes with Eliza in the bathroom while she works on unlocking some potty training achievements (unsuccessful. sigh.).

18:00 – Dinner time! We are on top of it this week, meal plan and shopping done on Sunday, so we all get to eat together. Hazel happily mows down on everything we put in front of her, while Eliza barters for more rice by taking begrudging bites of enchilada. Yeah, we bribe her with carbs, what of it.

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18:30 – After dinner, Kevin and I are once again tag teaming. I gather dishes and load the easy ones into the dishwasher while he plays with kids. Then I play with kids and he washes some stuff. Then I dick around a bit and he gets Eliza’s PJs on and teeth brushed. Then I play with kids and he washes dishes.

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This seems like a good time to bring up this ridiculous article about how egalitarian marriages apparently suffer from a lack of sex, and then this rebuttal about reasons that’s ridiculous.

19:00 – I get Hazel into her jams, then make her laugh so Kevin can sneak her medicine (she hates her Prevacid so we have to trick her), and then settle onto to the couch to nurse her to sleep. Kevin reads Eliza one last book and then takes her up to bed with Pooh bear and Ducky. She gives Hazel and me a kiss before she heads up, and then Kevin sings her a couple of songs, tucks her in, and heads back down stairs.

19:15 – Hazel has decided sleep is terrible, so I plunk her on the floor in favor of a brown and some chocolate ice cream. She is super tired but doesn’t want to sleep, so nurses and plays intermittently over the next half hour. Finally Kevin takes her for a little walk around the house until she gives in to sleepiness, and then he sticks her in her swaddle sack thinger and I settle in to nurse her some more.

20:15 – Hazel finally passes out and Kevin takes her upstairs, and then we settle in with some Olympics. And I play on my phone. I’m having a passionate and interesting discussion about parenting techniques with some friends on iMessage, and stay up later than I mean to. And also totally forget to do my push ups, for the first time this month. BOO. The discussion was worth it, though.

21:30 – bed time! Brush teeth, pop a unisom (I’m afraid to wean myself off these until Hazel is sleeping through more consistently – without them, I have more trouble falling asleep because I lay there listening for her), kick the cat out of my spot on our bed, and curl up with my book for about five minutes before I realize I’m reading the same sentence over and over. Lights out, see ya tomorrow.

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Random AWESOME Tidbits

So, I kind of forgot about my SGNFP giveaway, and then when I remembered, I realized I didn’t make the giveaway very clear in the post, and I’m not 100% sure everyone who commented actually WANTED the book, so maybe I’m learning I should be more deliberate when I do such things. WHATEVER, I pressed onward, and Random.org did me the favor of choosing an unambiguous entrant: …. (drumroll)… Life of a Doctor’s Wife! Hooray!

Hazel took a bottle from Kevin one day last week with no issues. He came home a little early, and our nanny was about to feed her, but told Kevin to give it a try – he hasn’t tried in a few months because of logistical issues and our disinclination to beating our heads against brick walls – anyway, she drank it happily. When he told me, my immediate response was “Suck it sucker! I’m going to sleep SO MUCH.”

(In reality, I will still feed her at night because it’s a lot faster than warming up a bottle to her exacting specifications, not to mention less likely to waste milk (she rejected formula last we tried, but we’ll try again). But at least having the option? SO NICE.)

(Also obviously this is super helpful with my anxiety/guilt about going out of town without her, and leaving Kevin to suffer. Now I am not nearly as concerned.)

Eliza uses “big big” in place of “very.” So, she goes “big big fast” instead of very fast, and says cake is “big big delicious,” or that she is “big big tired.”

Hazel started crawling last Monday. She’s not efficient yet, but she is moving, and in the direction she wants to go. She celebrated by crawling over to the air vent in the living room and playing with it for an hour.

We had a gorgeous snowy weekend here. Just perfect. The snow came a few inches a night Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and was very dry – not good for snowmen or snow balls, but wonderful for sledding, and not too bad for driving, even for this Georgian. We ended up with 4 – 8 inches by Sunday, and took the ladies out to play on a little hill at the park. Eliza was being ever so two while we were getting ready – it took a full hour to get her dressed, as she kept screaming and laying on the floor like a limp noodle. We were thisclose to not going out at all, but eventually she got it together. We went with our close friends here who have a daughter about six months older than Eliza. It was so, so fun – they had a great time sledding, and so did the grown ups.

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Seven Quick Takes

1. Our cat, Alfalfa, scared the crap out of us yesterday. He is and indoor/outdoor cat, and usually begs (loudly) to go in and out, in and out all the live long day. Yesterday morning, Kevin came down and said he had just realized that he hadn’t seen him in a while. It’s amazing how the absence of something, even something that’s kind of BIG, can be hard to notice at first. While I assumed the worst, Kevin sprang into action – took a spin around the neighborhood, got his microchip info, called the nearby vets, started working on a lost cat sign. But we had no good pictures of him, which was sort of a crushing realization. Long story slightly shorter, he waltzed up to the door mid-morning, as if nothing were amiss. Gah, cat!

2. I settled on my February goals: 50 push ups and crunches per day, reduce frivolous shopping category by 25%, bring lunch to work four days per week. The push ups took me like an hour this morning. I do them in pathetic sets of three or so. Super interested to see if they get easier by the end of the month – I have hated push ups my entire life, even when I was super athletic and climbing all the time and had big strong muscles. Which I do not have now.

3. I’m trying to feed Hazel less often when I am with her all day. Kevin worked from home yesterday and was telling me it’s a totally different ball game when I’m not here. She barely cries at all, naps relatively easily for our nanny. Less easily for Kevin, but still decent. With me it’s mild fussing every hour or more often to eat, and I’m lucky if I can get her to do more than snooze for 20 minutes at the end of a nursing session, on me. So this morning, I fed her when she woke up, and then waited a full three hours before feeding her again – she had some actual food in between, and we did some errands so she was more distracted. And now? SHE IS NAPPING. UPSTAIRS. For FORTY minutes, so far. I’m sure some of y’all are like “well duh you idiot” but this had honestly not occurred to me.

4. I am dabbling in Catholicism. That’s all I’m ready to say about that.

5. I registered for my annual professional conference yesterday. I was thinking I was going to skip it for the first time in like seven years – I’m not presenting anything this year, and I felt (feel) guilty leaving Kevin to deal with both kiddos when I don’t strictly HAVE to. Especially considering Kevin still can’t give Hazel a bottle, and she nurses to sleep at night. But Kevin convinced me that it would be ok and that I should go. It might be rough, but they will survive. I know no one’s going to die or anything, but I still feel pretty guilty. Whatever, I am gonna sleep so hard.

6. I am reading The Interestings, and wow, that is sort of a bold title choice considering how not terribly interesting it is so far. I’m supposed to be re-reading this year, but I have a pile of new to me books on my Kindle: Life After Life, The Goldfinch, The Bloodletter’s Daughter, Timebound, The Snow Child, Sushi for Beginners. And one of the first re-reads I wanted to do was The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, which I have only ever “read” myself on a bit of a technicality – it was an audiobook we always listened to on road trips as a kid. I could use some more free time for all of this, please.

7. Ok she woke up – 50 minutes. That’s still kind of amazing. I’ll take it.

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Snowpocalypse!

The thing about Atlanta is, I will talk your ear off about how much I hate it. I hate the traffic, I hate the sprawl, I hate the weather just about year round (too hot! too humid! too cold! too all over the place! too much rain! not enough rain! AHHHH!). I hate the hills that pass for mountains. I hate the politics.

BUT, appaaaaarently, If you mock Atlanta’s lackluster response to a weather event and the ensuing shitshow, I will start spewing vitriol. I have been white knighting for my hometown all over the place this week. I have a bone to pick with the universe.

I can understand the impulse, and could even before I moved somewhere that people don’t make fun of when it snows (even though it barely snows any more here than it does in Atlanta, and my town is only marginally better prepared for the kind of weather event that nailed ATL yesterday). Yeah, southerners don’t know how to drive in the snow, and yes, they do actually flip out before anything even starts to accumulate. Yes, everyone would have been better off yesterday if the state and local governments had told everyone to stay home in the first place.

But imagine: you live somewhere that gets snow/ice on this scale only every few years at most. People certainly don’t have the first clue how to drive in it, that’s true – but they never EVER get to practice. I never once drove in snow or ice until I moved to WA, and you can bet your ass I skidded around the first time. I was lucky that there weren’t any cars around me at the time – that’s not a luxury that I’ve had often, in Atlanta. Certainly there were idiots who were going way too fast – I’d say most people can infer that they should slow down a bit, at least – but those idiots live everywhere, not just in Atlanta. Most people just didn’t have a feel for it at all, and small mistakes multiply in that kind of traffic.
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Also, have you been to Atlanta? The city is actually pretty hilly. And the roads are curvy – it’s not a grid, like Chicago. And there are a ton of overpasses on the highway system through the city, and the overpasses are inclined too – do a google image search for Spaghetti Junction. Also, there are a TON of trees in Atlanta, and sometimes you truly can’t see what’s coming around the bend. So you are going slower than usual, but maybe not slow enough, but you don’t know that – you’ve never driven in snow/ice before. BAM.
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Plus, ok. It was only two inches of snow! But the temps dropped quickly, and the roads were sort of warm, so the first bit melted and then froze – so it was a couple inches of snow on top of a layer of ice. That sounds super fun. Knowing what I do now, I definitely wouldn’t have driven in that, myself. But if I didn’t know, I might have decided to try, depending on the scenario – if I were at work, and Hazel were home, for instance. She… can’t go to bed without me. Like, she would stay up all night.

The snow fell midday – so people had already gone to work, it’s not like when you wake up and are faced with the prospect of driving TO work on shitty roads. People are a lot more likely to choose to stay home in the situation, because it’s more in their face, and they are AT home, not trying to get there.

So why didn’t places cancel ahead of time? Savannah did – they said school was cancelled today as early as Sunday or Monday, for example. And people – Savannahans included – laughed and laughed, but I bet they stopped once they saw what happened to Atlanta yesterday. Atlanta has cancelled based on weather forecasts in the past, and will in the future – but they catch a LOT of flack when they do that. Sometimes the weather doesn’t happen at all – I remember a day in college at UGA when there was no snow, and in fact it ended up being sunny and in the 60s. More often the weather does happen as forecast, and people still bitch and moan because “it was just an inch or two!”

All that complaining and joking – locally and nationally – has an actual effect. When ATL gets it wrong, by cancelling when they needn’t, or not cancelling when they should have, or even cancelling when they should – people bitch, and people joke, and it affects the politics. People talk about money and time lost in all of those situations. It affects the way officials handle the next situation. It’s like a pendulum, on some level – they didn’t cancel this time, so next time they will be overly cautious, and then people will bitch, and then they will be not cautious enough. From a decent blog post on why it’s hard:

How much money do you set aside for snowstorms when they’re as infrequent as they are? Who will run the show? (cities/counties/state) How will preparedness work? You could train everyone today, and then if the next storm hits in 2020 everyone you’ve trained might have moved on to different jobs, with Atlanta having a new mayor and Georgia having a new governor.

It ends up seriously biting ATL in the ass about once a decade, like this. I remember it happening in 2000 when I was in high school – a huge ice storm paralyzed the city for days, but it happened overnight so people got caught at home. I remember the “blizzard of ’93″ when I was a kid. My mom tells me about when it happened in 1982, when she was pregnant with my brother, about to pop – my mom, who grew up in New England, and had lived in Georgia only a short while. She got caught on her way home from work – steep hill, ice and snow, no salt or plowing. She couldn’t drive any further, and ended up knocking on a stranger’s door and asking to stay overnight. It was a shitshow!

And after a shitshow, everyone has a solution. Atlanta should be more prepared! Buy Preparedness at The Preparedness Store, I guess? How should they be prepared? Which details matter? How should they pay for it? What ACTUAL PLAN would work, do you think, long term, not just for the past three days? Go on. I am all ears.

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Perhaps you should run for office!

Edited to add more posts of interest:
Why the south fell apart in the snow

But if you’re making light of the situation, or more realistically using it to reinforce your view of the South and the people in it as full of backwards blubberers, you are an asshole. It’s hard to remember sometimes, but things are different in places you do not personally live.

People being nice.

Then something amazing happened… More than 46,900 Atlantans (and counting) joined the Facebook group SnowedOutAtlanta, which was created to provide info and resources to those who needed help. A map was created so that people could add their homes and show where stranded motorists could get shelter and supplies.

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Resolution fun, and a book for you

I love making resolutions, but I always make them on a monthly time scale instead of for the whole year. And also they aren’t pass/fail – I give myself a grade, incorporating how hard it was and how well I did. My blog actually only existed to document resolutions for a while, but then I got pregnant with Eliza and have been mostly derailed for the past two years.

In college, one of my best friends and I used to come up with food challenges – that’s where this started. We would give up or add a specific food item or class of foods, for just a month. So, I’ve given up diet coke for a month, or given up cheese, or added in vegetables at every meal. That sort of thing. It wasn’t a means to an end, really – we weren’t trying to lose weight or even specifically change our habits forever – it was just fun. And while it wasn’t a stated goal, it helped us behave more intentionally in general – like, I am a huge mindless eater, and it made me pay more attention, even just a little bit, to what I was eating. Which is a good thing for me, but also just fun.

So over the past five ish years, I expanded the game to include behavioral stuff too – like one month, I wasn’t allowed to use my smart phone in social situations. That was a fun one! The month I found out I was pregnant with Eliza, I was in the midst of exercise month – I was working out before work four days a week. That one was HARD, but I did it.

Anyways, I’m trying to pick the habit back up again, but I’m doing littler things than I used to. I have some good friends who are playing along, and we just had a “how’d January go?” chat (yes, even though there are still several days left, whatever, you’re not the boss of me), and it was really fun. My January goals were:

1. No more starbuck’s froofy drinks – I’m giving myself an A, because I haven’t had any, but it ended up being way easier than it would have most months, due to life craziness. We didn’t take any of our usual weekend walks to Starbucks, so it didn’t even come up until Sunday, and I aaaaalmost got one just because I would still have gotten a good grade for the month, but that didn’t seem in the spirit of my intention.

2. 2+ chores every day – I have no idea. I know I have done chores, but I haven’t been paying any more attention that usual, and didn’t even print out a new chore chart for the month, so I think I get a big fat F on this one.

I also have some annual goals that I made reasonable headway on:
1. Cook 12 recipes - I know I did at least this one, and it was delicious (have had it 3x this month!).
2. Exercise 100 times – I hit 5, which is low, but I didn’t want to do it at all, so I’m giving myself a pat on the back anyways.
3. Go on six family adventure – we went to Denver, which I’m counting, even though Kevin had to work the whole time.
4. Blog more – Well, ok, nope.
5. Read 30 books - I read three:
The Unlikely Romance of Kate Bjorkman – A dear friend gave this to me for Christmas, because it’s her favorite Christmassy book. It’s a YA novel set at Christmas time, and it’s just a very sweet and funny and well-written romance.
A Dance for Three – Same author, but the subject is teen pregnancy and mental health, so a bit heavier. It was still pretty good, but not as light.
The Sinner’s Guide to Natural Family Planning – I won Miriel’s contest for this book, which was pretty exciting – giveaways are fun! So this book is by a prominent Catholic blogger, Simcha Fisher, and it’s about NFP, and the struggles and unexpected gifts inherent to that practice. As a non-Catholic, I found that Miriel was right – as long as I approached it “in the spirit of quiet truth seeking,” there was a lot of useful info about love and communication, good food for thought. In fact, go read Miriel’s post on the book, and if you’d like to read it, leave a comment here. And on Fridayish, I’ll pick someone and pass it on.

I am still deciding on my February goals – I have limited free time and attention span these days, as Hazel is still cramping my preferred sleeping style, so I don’t want to set myself up for failure. So, I don’t think it’s the right month for me to stop swearing, which was evidently the goal I had picked for February last month. I’m thinking about bringing my lunch to work every day, and maybe a budget goal – reduce our shopping category by 25%? I’m not sure yet. But it’ll be fun!

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Bears go to Denver

The ladies and I tagged along with Kevin on a business trip to Denver last week, viewing it as a lovely excuse to hang out with Jess and family. Last time we went, Hazel was three months old and Eliza was just shy of two. Hazel slept as well as she normally did, and Eliza woke up one of the days – FOR GOOD – at 2:17 am.

This time, Eliza did great – we brought her OK to Wake clock, which was, I think, a very good move – she totally loves that thing. “Clock turn green? Play? Go upstairs? Green came on! Play!” Hazel, on the other hand, went in for a full on sleep regression, starting the night before we left. She went from sleeping through the entire preceding week to waking up HOURLY, and sometimes more. Was bananas.

Over the course of the week, though, she cut her first two teeth, and learned to say/wave hi, clap her hands, and give kisses. So basically ready for college. Also she is so, so close to crawling and pushing into sitting. Things are about to start moving real fast over here.

I was totally in denial about the saying hi thing, even after Jess got this seriously convincing video, but she has kept doing it pretty consistently.

Despite the sleep deprivation, I managed to have a good week – I got to squeeze Annika AND Reagan, watch Callum and Eliza play together, and shoot the shit with Jess all day (and Liz, some of the days). Can’t argue with that.

Also, while Hazel probably would have slept at least marginally better at home, and I would have been at work every day till 5:00 rather than wrangling both kiddos mostly myself, I don’t think I would have handled the sleep deprivation as gracefully. I seem to parent a little better with an audience. I was able to stay pretty patient and chill with the kiddos all week, which is not my strong suit. When I’m tired, I usually turn into an impatient screamer, but I mostly just rolled with it. When we got home on Saturday afternoon, even though the ladies weren’t being any more challenging than they had been all week, I was DONE. I immediately got snappy and short and yelly and, oh, I hate that.

I mean, it’s sort of understandable – I was getting like five 45 minute chunks of sleep each night, assuming I could pass out immediately. But I hate, hate, hate it when I am impatient. It makes everything worse – it throws off the kids, so they get needier, which makes me screamier, and eventually everyone is crying and wishing for a new day.

But! I guess Jess is my antidote. Jess, please move into my living room.

Anyway, Hazel has been sleeping better the past couple of nights – undoubtedly traveling wasn’t helping her sleep regression nonsense – and I am feeling much better rested. I AM concerned about upcoming trips with Hazel though, because good heavens that was rough.

Some Eliza tidbits from recent days:
1. She just learned to (sort of) play hide and seek. She will count to 10, or just to 3 when she gets too excited, and then come find you, giggling hysterically the whole time. We played this with Callum too, and it was so fun. You can’t hide very well, and sometimes you have to give her hints, but it’s pretty funny. Also, hiding in 10 seconds is kind of hard.

2. Marie said on twitter (https://twitter.com/Lifeinatinytown/status/425085132924391424) the other day that two year olds love to put shit in shit and carry their shit around, and well, truer words, my friends. Eliza loves to carry her little backpack, or zipper bags filled with magnetic letters, or maybe some dinosaurs. She is forever filling up bowls or bags with her toys, and then emptying them into other receptacles, and then carrying them around. It’s hilarious.

3. She is also super into pretending lately, and I love it. She has squatter’s rights on a cabinet and few drawers in the kitchen, and the cabinet does quadruple duty as an oven, a shower, a bedroom and I don’t know what else. She cooks pretend food in there, she puts Pooh Bear to bed, she makes her Ariel lego take a shower. She goes in the cabinet and plays knock knock. Very busy.

4. She loves cartoons. Mostly Disney movies – Pooh was the first one that she latched onto, and that remains a favorite, followed closely by Cinderella. We have tried other movies, and none have come close to these two. She doesn’t like anything live action (except football/sports), and isn’t really into Pixar style animation either. I bet she would also love Snow White and Sleeping Beauty – the older Disney stuff. Her favorite part of Cinderella is the cat/mouse parts.

Cheers!
Cheers!
Snow
Then she went face first down the slide. Twice.

Bath time!

Coordinating babies
Color coded.
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