Very significant post this morning. All infant related.
I have started teaching a new course this month and am learning the names on a new class list.
My biggest challenge is, as always, the curse of the creative speller.
If your name is Megan why is it spelled Mheghaan?
Why is Cassidy, Kasidee?
Why is Britanny now Brit-anee?
Judy is Joodee?
I have taught Tifani's, Tiffany, Tifanee all in the same class.
It makes my head explode.
Listen I have a last name that requires spelling out every time I say it, and over time that is a nuisance. Why send your child out in the world with that handicap over what is an ordinary name? Why have teachers say "you're kidding" every time your kid says what the creative spelling stands for.
If you want your baby to have a cool name choose a cool name. Don't try to do it with creative spelling. It's making my class lists a nightmare.
I personally have some favourite names I was never allowed to use. Chester and Imogene are two. I also have tried to persuade my son-in-law that if he has a boy Woody, Skip and Dash (short for Dashell) are great boys names. He sort of likes Frank.
At least he wouldn't spell it weird. The spelling weirdness seems to be reserved for girls names.
Part two of baby themes:
If any of you are along SR A1A the next couple of weeks and feel like doing a few straight seams, I have a chair waiting.
This is my baby wipes pile for the next momentrepreneur fair my daughter is doing. The last time she sold out and she is too busy with more elaborate projects to get all these done:
A daughter who sews and wants to go fabric shopping.
You know I am thrilled.
Part three of baby stuff:
This is my beauty secret section.
Now I know many of you have looked at the pictures on this blog and wondered how I do it. So I am going to go public now.
Over the last couple of years my beloved dermatologist has been burning off little cell change spots on my face that are the result of sun damage. All those readers in Australia in particular (where I probably acquired same spots) know exactly what I am talking about.
At one of our sessions I asked him about all the anti-aging products on the market and he said to me, doesn't make any difference at all.
Sadly soon after this this very nice man dropped dead (now there's a medical term from my childhood you don't hear much any more, along with the famous "they opened her up and they just closed her up"). I will miss our visits.
Anyway I did try some of those things that "dramatically reduced the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles in 98% of all women tested within three days" anyway, which by the way cost me about 2 yards of cashmere wool.
Within three days I noticed absolutely no evidence that 58 was the new 28 but I did notice that some of my little areas where we had been burning stuff off had flared up. I decided this kind of cell change I did not need.
I also remembered my grandfather.
He was a druggist and had one of those old-fashioned drugstores where there was a soda fountain where a full time person made ice-cream sodas and we used to get ice-cream cones with sprinkles. He also had a lady who sat on a stool in front of table of glass jars and custom mixed face powders.
Despite this lucrative part of his business I remember my grandfather, who knew a lot about making things, used to tell me that the cosmetic industry was a racket "I can make a lipstick for 4 cents" he used to say. And he usually didn't dis suppliers. In fact my dad was named after an executive at Modess.
Back to my beauty secrets.
So this memory of my grandfather's view of cosmetics and my flared up face made me rethink things.
This is where I am:
I wash my face in oatmeal baby cereal - works like a charm and my skin has never been better, although I have to tell you 58 is the new 58. I have also started to use baby cream and a sunscreen stick from California Baby (so easy to use) with nothing in it I don't want to be absorbed in my skin. I had forgotten that the skin also absorbs, but people I know on "the patch" for smoking, or Mr. Rascal who had a big pain killer patch on his side after his surgery last year, have reminded me.
Oh and the cost per day? About 4 cents.
OK now you have heard everything.
At least for today.