I don't have a strong design "eye" or sense of how things should look. I'm more involved in the details -- do these lines have the same spacing and width, does the text wrap around the photo OK, etc. But I can replicate a design as a template and fill it with new content pretty easily. And if someone ELSE says "hey, what if we did this?" I can usually figure out a way to make it so.
Case in point: puzzle pieces.
What if we made the cover for this document a puzzle with different pictures in each piece?
Uh...
It took me a couple days (really just a few hours over a couple days), but I figured out how to do it. There's a puzzlify script for Illustrator. I did that for one picture, making it into 12 individual "pieces." Then I released the clipping paths and pulled the pieces over to InDesign, where they became image boxes. I then replaced each copy of the original image with 12 different images and resized as normal to fit each piece.
It was a lot of trial and error at first -- trying to use the pen tool over a drawing of a puzzle to make the image boxes in the puzzle piece shapes, etc. I'm such an amateur and the pen tool was really hard for me/I never got it to work quite right.
But I was really happy with the solution I found, and I gave two options: a solved puzzle and a puzzle with the pieces kind of "exploded" and spread out.
Of course the puzzle idea got killed immediately and it will never see the light of day. BUT I learned a new trick, and maybe I'll make a puzzle with Jane pictures just for fun.
Also today I figured out something to correct a screw up I made in terms of a URL and how it was created in WordPress. I was freaking out for about 45 minutes though until my Google searching got me what I needed -- a simple uncheck of a box in the settings and a reload of the PDF and I was back in business.
It's the little victories that keep me going... But who knows for how long.
California March 2012
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| Jane on a Plane |
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| Walker Feet on the Beach |
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| Our future's so bright ... we gotta wear shades |
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| Laughing on the beach |
Graduation
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| Jane's First Graduation |
We have one more lapsit story time next week and then we have to decide if we take a hiatus or if we go to the story time with the big kids (all ages are jumbled together in the summer).
Parenting Advice
Everyone knows when you're pregnant you can expect a lot of advice.
What I didn't know was that I could ignore about half of it. Just because someone had a baby (including me) doesn't mean they know everything about raising one!
Some things that stuck to me were so random. Like someone told me I shouldn't get or make the cute closet dividers to separate Jane's clothes (newborn, 3 months, 6 months, etc.) because HER daughter's clothes never made it out of the clean laundry basket. So why waste the money?
For some reason I listened, and Jane's closet is a bigger mess because of it.
I will admit that I don't hang up much of Jane's clothes (mostly because the closet is a jumble thanks to no organization system on my part!), but I do put them away in drawers consistently (i.e., the basket system for baby laundry doesn't work for me).
Also I read a lot of "you'll never pluck your eyebrows again" or "you'll look upon a hot shower as a rare treat," etc. Maybe those will be true when I have a toddler (and/or an out-of-town husband), but right now I still have time for showering and whatever grooming I might feel like doing (which isn't much, but that's not a reflection of parenting/motherhood ... it's a reflection of my sheer laziness).
Some people mean well. Some people just want to make themselves feel better about their parenting choices. Some people are just know-it-alls who always have the right answer. And it might be possible for someone to be all three.
But I am finding more and more to trust the well-worn advice: "Trust your instincts. You know more than you think you do."
(But I still need to get Jane on a better sleep schedule/routine during the day!)
What I didn't know was that I could ignore about half of it. Just because someone had a baby (including me) doesn't mean they know everything about raising one!
Some things that stuck to me were so random. Like someone told me I shouldn't get or make the cute closet dividers to separate Jane's clothes (newborn, 3 months, 6 months, etc.) because HER daughter's clothes never made it out of the clean laundry basket. So why waste the money?
For some reason I listened, and Jane's closet is a bigger mess because of it.
I will admit that I don't hang up much of Jane's clothes (mostly because the closet is a jumble thanks to no organization system on my part!), but I do put them away in drawers consistently (i.e., the basket system for baby laundry doesn't work for me).
Also I read a lot of "you'll never pluck your eyebrows again" or "you'll look upon a hot shower as a rare treat," etc. Maybe those will be true when I have a toddler (and/or an out-of-town husband), but right now I still have time for showering and whatever grooming I might feel like doing (which isn't much, but that's not a reflection of parenting/motherhood ... it's a reflection of my sheer laziness).
Some people mean well. Some people just want to make themselves feel better about their parenting choices. Some people are just know-it-alls who always have the right answer. And it might be possible for someone to be all three.
But I am finding more and more to trust the well-worn advice: "Trust your instincts. You know more than you think you do."
(But I still need to get Jane on a better sleep schedule/routine during the day!)
Breastfeeding: Safety Pin Alternative
(Background: the baby nurses most vigorously on the
side she starts on, so you want to alternate start side to help keep
milk supply even.)
How am I supposed to remember which side I'm supposed to nurse on next?
One thing the breastfeeding books and classes all seem to say is to use a safety pin on your bra and move it back and forth to mark which breast to start nursing on next time.
I hated the idea of a safety pin, mostly because I might only have one hand to grapple with it, and in the middle of the night (or really any time) who wants a safety pin so close to a baby's precious head?! Also even with both hands I'm never really good at opening and closing them.
So I started keeping track by just writing it down. I kept a notebook (as I think most new moms do) and wrote down EVERY LITTLE THING. (I think I read someone call it the Pee, Poop, Milk diary recently.) And so I just added a notation for which side I started with for each nursing session.
Round about Christmas time we were staying at my mom's house and there was no nightlight. So I didn't want to turn on the light just to figure out which breast to use (whereby fully waking up myself, my baby and my husband). So I just guessed/tried to use my memory.
FAIL.
But I've come up with a better solution, and it's been working great for me.
I found a rubber bracelet -- the kind made famous by Lance Armstrong's Live Strong cancer organization -- in a drawer in my room at my mom's house. This one was for breast cancer awareness (which is a whole other post -- I am all for funding more research but have a tendency to think market saturation has been reached for pink 'awareness' products ... and don't get me started on Komen/Planned Parenthood).
Anyway, I started using the bracelet as my marker of which side to start breastfeeding on. I never have to take it off -- it's not hurt when it gets wet. Really it's the only thing that's with me even more than Jane! And it's going to be visible in some of her photos from this year (many that I appear in I mean, including one of my favorites from Christmas). There's also no risk to me or the baby while I'm moving it/I can't accidentally injure her with it like I could with a safety pin.
I've only forgotten to switch the bracelet a couple times, and it's usually when I'm half asleep in the middle of the night or early morning hours. But it's a part of our nursing routine that I'll move the bracelet from one arm to the other.
I think there could be a market for such a bracelet (if someone isn't already selling them ... it looks like this is something similar). Instead of being cancer or awareness related they could be customized with the baby's name, a favorite color, a date, etc.
As for me, it's one less thing I have to remember, although as an avid note taker I was a little sad to stop writing down every little thing.
How am I supposed to remember which side I'm supposed to nurse on next?
One thing the breastfeeding books and classes all seem to say is to use a safety pin on your bra and move it back and forth to mark which breast to start nursing on next time.
I hated the idea of a safety pin, mostly because I might only have one hand to grapple with it, and in the middle of the night (or really any time) who wants a safety pin so close to a baby's precious head?! Also even with both hands I'm never really good at opening and closing them.
So I started keeping track by just writing it down. I kept a notebook (as I think most new moms do) and wrote down EVERY LITTLE THING. (I think I read someone call it the Pee, Poop, Milk diary recently.) And so I just added a notation for which side I started with for each nursing session.
Round about Christmas time we were staying at my mom's house and there was no nightlight. So I didn't want to turn on the light just to figure out which breast to use (whereby fully waking up myself, my baby and my husband). So I just guessed/tried to use my memory.
FAIL.
But I've come up with a better solution, and it's been working great for me.
I found a rubber bracelet -- the kind made famous by Lance Armstrong's Live Strong cancer organization -- in a drawer in my room at my mom's house. This one was for breast cancer awareness (which is a whole other post -- I am all for funding more research but have a tendency to think market saturation has been reached for pink 'awareness' products ... and don't get me started on Komen/Planned Parenthood).
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| Bracelet is on my left wrist in this photo from Jane's baptism. |
I've only forgotten to switch the bracelet a couple times, and it's usually when I'm half asleep in the middle of the night or early morning hours. But it's a part of our nursing routine that I'll move the bracelet from one arm to the other.
I think there could be a market for such a bracelet (if someone isn't already selling them ... it looks like this is something similar). Instead of being cancer or awareness related they could be customized with the baby's name, a favorite color, a date, etc.
As for me, it's one less thing I have to remember, although as an avid note taker I was a little sad to stop writing down every little thing.
Fwd: Louisiana Ghost Story
My mom forwarded this. I doubt its authenticity, but it's funny-ish.
Louisiana Ghost Story (true story)
This happened about 6 months ago on Louisiana Hwy 57, just outside of Dulac, a little town in the bayou country of Louisiana , and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.
An Ohio business man, Saul Rubins, abandoned his disabled vehicle on the side of the road, and attempted to hitchhike. The night was pitch dark in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly, through the sheets of rain, he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped. Desperately needing a ride, Saul jumped in the car and closed the door. Only then did he realize that there was no one behind the wheel and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain.
Again the car crept silently forward and Saul was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.. He saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and beg for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into the bayou and he would then drown!
But just before the curve, a shadowy hand appeared at the driver's window, reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and Saul was alone again.
Paralyzed with fear, Saul watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally, scared nearly to death, Saul had all he could take, jumped out of the car, and ran to town..
Wet and in shock, he went into Schmoopy's. Voice quavering, he ordered two cups of coffee, black, and then told everybody about his supernatural experience. The room became silent and everybody got goose bumps when they realized Saul was telling the truth and was not just some drunk. About 30 minutes later two Cajuns, dripping wet, walked into Schmoopy's and one says to the other,
"Look, Boudreaux, ders dat idiot what rode in our car when we wuz pushin' it in da rain!!!"
Louisiana Ghost Story (true story)
This happened about 6 months ago on Louisiana Hwy 57, just outside of Dulac, a little town in the bayou country of Louisiana , and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.
An Ohio business man, Saul Rubins, abandoned his disabled vehicle on the side of the road, and attempted to hitchhike. The night was pitch dark in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly, through the sheets of rain, he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped. Desperately needing a ride, Saul jumped in the car and closed the door. Only then did he realize that there was no one behind the wheel and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain.
Again the car crept silently forward and Saul was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.. He saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and beg for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into the bayou and he would then drown!
But just before the curve, a shadowy hand appeared at the driver's window, reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and Saul was alone again.
Paralyzed with fear, Saul watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally, scared nearly to death, Saul had all he could take, jumped out of the car, and ran to town..
Wet and in shock, he went into Schmoopy's. Voice quavering, he ordered two cups of coffee, black, and then told everybody about his supernatural experience. The room became silent and everybody got goose bumps when they realized Saul was telling the truth and was not just some drunk. About 30 minutes later two Cajuns, dripping wet, walked into Schmoopy's and one says to the other,
"Look, Boudreaux, ders dat idiot what rode in our car when we wuz pushin' it in da rain!!!"
Read Across America
Happens to be Dr. Seuss' birthday, so Jane wore her Horton onesie for the occasion:
Hope you're reading a good book!
Hope you're reading a good book!
Rubber Band
Did you leap today?
I'm not sure I did, but I certainly am feeling overscheduled and overtired. And I know this is nothing compared to what my life may be like when Jane has her own activities.
It's hot and muggy and gross, which adds to the difficulties.
I'm not sure I did, but I certainly am feeling overscheduled and overtired. And I know this is nothing compared to what my life may be like when Jane has her own activities.
It's hot and muggy and gross, which adds to the difficulties.
Shed Spreading
A hormonal shift apparently causes a new mom's hair to start falling out around the baby's third or fourth month. Jane is right there, and my hair has been shedding like crazy for the last couple weeks.
My normal hair loss is probably more than most. I have a lot of hair, and when it's not shaped, cut and thinned by an expert stylist there's more of it to fall out. But the pace at which I'm losing hair is greater than my norm. Although I didn't notice my hair getting thicker during pregnancy it must have.
I'm not scared or upset, probably because I can't really tell that my hair is thinner other than seeing the massive amounts of hair coming out when I comb it -- and falling all over the place. I'm mostly wearing ponytails or buns these days anyway -- that's my preferred hair style in general because it's easy (not necessarily flattering) and Jane's grip is such that when she grabs the hair she's yanking it out, causing strands to twirl around her fingers. Not so fun to un-twine.
Eventually things should stabilize hormonewise and my hair will be back to itself. If it's a little thinner for a while so much the better. I still need to find a good stylist here. Meh.
Something that is NOT postpartum related that is happening to me is some skin shedding. This happened when I was a kid too -- my hands would peel. It's really gross, and I seem to remember not holding hands with other kids because of it. I don't know if it was my choice from embarrassment or theirs because YUCK! I've been using thick hand creams and just did an exfoliating scrub in the hopes to even things out. It's probably a weather thing AND a hands-are-wet-more-often thing (baby baths, more handwashing after diaper changes, hand washing my breast pump almost every day, etc.). Yech, though. I guess I should be glad it's only my hands ... for now!
My normal hair loss is probably more than most. I have a lot of hair, and when it's not shaped, cut and thinned by an expert stylist there's more of it to fall out. But the pace at which I'm losing hair is greater than my norm. Although I didn't notice my hair getting thicker during pregnancy it must have.
I'm not scared or upset, probably because I can't really tell that my hair is thinner other than seeing the massive amounts of hair coming out when I comb it -- and falling all over the place. I'm mostly wearing ponytails or buns these days anyway -- that's my preferred hair style in general because it's easy (not necessarily flattering) and Jane's grip is such that when she grabs the hair she's yanking it out, causing strands to twirl around her fingers. Not so fun to un-twine.
Eventually things should stabilize hormonewise and my hair will be back to itself. If it's a little thinner for a while so much the better. I still need to find a good stylist here. Meh.
Something that is NOT postpartum related that is happening to me is some skin shedding. This happened when I was a kid too -- my hands would peel. It's really gross, and I seem to remember not holding hands with other kids because of it. I don't know if it was my choice from embarrassment or theirs because YUCK! I've been using thick hand creams and just did an exfoliating scrub in the hopes to even things out. It's probably a weather thing AND a hands-are-wet-more-often thing (baby baths, more handwashing after diaper changes, hand washing my breast pump almost every day, etc.). Yech, though. I guess I should be glad it's only my hands ... for now!
TIB TIL: Coffee
Mindy Kaling has a blog, Things I've Bought That I Love, which is funny and led me to at least one purchase. Most of her stuff is higher end than what I am in the market for, but it's still a fun read in my Google Reader.
I buy stuff too though. And I like some of it. With baby gear there's always something that I'm loving (Target diapers, Moby wrap, zip-up PJs, etc.). So I'll try to write about those more -- as a record for myself and to help anyone who might Google such a product.
I'm a big coffee drinker -- or I was until I got pregnant. Then the taste was revolting (but most things were). Now I'm nursing and I can't load up on caffeine like the days of old. Those days will return, this I know, but for now I'm satisfying myself with decaf. And I've found two that I like enough to write about.
I love-love-love Starbucks Via decaf Italian roast. Seriously just stir in some just boiled water (from my handy-dandy electric kettle) and it's a deceptively good cup. Unfortunately it's about a buck a cup -- maybe a little less if you can find it on sale. That's sorta steep for an at-home coffee, but still better than a real run to a coffee shop. (Aside: you can get VERY tasty coffee drinks with decaf espresso at almost any coffee shop. I'm partial to decaf lattes with skim milk.)
The regular drip coffee I've found that I love is Dunkin Decaf. It's available at my grocery store, and if I get the proportions of water and coffee right it's super flavorful. I probably drink too much, and I know it's priming me to go back to my life of excess caffeinated coffee. But I'll take it.
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I buy stuff too though. And I like some of it. With baby gear there's always something that I'm loving (Target diapers, Moby wrap, zip-up PJs, etc.). So I'll try to write about those more -- as a record for myself and to help anyone who might Google such a product.
I'm a big coffee drinker -- or I was until I got pregnant. Then the taste was revolting (but most things were). Now I'm nursing and I can't load up on caffeine like the days of old. Those days will return, this I know, but for now I'm satisfying myself with decaf. And I've found two that I like enough to write about.
I love-love-love Starbucks Via decaf Italian roast. Seriously just stir in some just boiled water (from my handy-dandy electric kettle) and it's a deceptively good cup. Unfortunately it's about a buck a cup -- maybe a little less if you can find it on sale. That's sorta steep for an at-home coffee, but still better than a real run to a coffee shop. (Aside: you can get VERY tasty coffee drinks with decaf espresso at almost any coffee shop. I'm partial to decaf lattes with skim milk.)
The regular drip coffee I've found that I love is Dunkin Decaf. It's available at my grocery store, and if I get the proportions of water and coffee right it's super flavorful. I probably drink too much, and I know it's priming me to go back to my life of excess caffeinated coffee. But I'll take it.
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Read: How My Breasts Saved the World
How My Breasts Saved the World: Misadventures of a Nursing Mother by Lisa Wood ShapiroMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Hilarious. I found it while perusing the parenting shelf at my local library. Really glad I picked it up, and I read it within a day. While I couldn't relate to everything, the memoir of nursing really struck a cord. And it's written in such a way that keeps you laughing. I should look and see if she has a blog ...
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One Year Ago
I spent the day filled with glee -- unsure that it could be really real, after trying for so many months. I cooked a lot that day -- had already planned to use my federal holiday to make dinners for the rest of the week and to watch reruns of House.
The morning sickness hadn't set in (that would start around Mardi Gras, which weirdly is today this year), so I was feeling fine.
But nothing, nothing, nothing compares to the way I feel when I get to hold my baby. Waking up with her, going to sleep with her in her crib next to our bed, feeding her, even changing her diapers. It's all the best to me -- even when it's not.
And I wish the other "stuff" -- my doubts and insecurities and second guesses about what I "should" do -- would just melt away.
Drip
Sitting in the sun room that's more of a rain room right now. Its roof needs to be replaced, and there's drip-drip-drip coming from the casing of one of the windows. It's filled two Joe's cups so far not to mention the wet towels surrounding. Soon it will all be fixed though, so no worries. I'll keep on enjoying the rain, even if it does interfere with local parades.
My baby and husband are asleep in the next room. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep -- on a Saturday when I can actually snooze a bit longer of course -- so I got up and am drinking drip-drip-drip coffee. I'm finding decaf tastes as good to me as regular, although I'm sure after nursing I'll return to high octane stuff.
Baby is stirring, so time for a baby bath and more cuddles. She's becoming quite the little person, and I love her so much. Crazy hair, loud squeals and all!
My baby and husband are asleep in the next room. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep -- on a Saturday when I can actually snooze a bit longer of course -- so I got up and am drinking drip-drip-drip coffee. I'm finding decaf tastes as good to me as regular, although I'm sure after nursing I'll return to high octane stuff.
Baby is stirring, so time for a baby bath and more cuddles. She's becoming quite the little person, and I love her so much. Crazy hair, loud squeals and all!
Read: Next
Next by Michael CrichtonMy rating: 2 of 5 stars
Bought this book for 50 cents at a garage sale down the block. It was an easy read, and there were some typical Crichton plot devices (everything goes to hell all at once). But there were way too many characters to keep straight, and it wasn't evident how they tied together, other than some sort of genetic modification being part of their story. And in the end things didn't get totally wrapped up for all the characters. I still don't know why the genetically modified turtles were in the book.
This book came out in 2006, before the oil spill, so I thought it was funny that one of his genetically modified underwater organisms was a coral that would glow "BP Clean."
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Read: A Visit from the Goon Squad
A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer EganMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
I read this book because it was on the shelf at the library next to The Keep, and I recognized the title as having one the Pulitzer Prize for fiction last year (mainly because Jezebel had done a post about how the media covered her win -- including running a photo of the guy who didn't win with the story instead of a photo of her). Anyway.
The book is basically a collection of short stories that have overlapping characters. It also floats through time or is not linear. It's an interesting construct, although it was confusing at the beginning of some chapters to figure out who was who (especially the narrator) and how people fit in with the characters from other chapters.
I liked it a lot, and I think it would be fun to try to read all of the Pulitzer Prize winning books from the last ~30 years or more. Maybe something to do in my spare time.
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Recipe Reviews: Brown Sugar Chicken & Enchilada Casserole
Another day, another crock pot recipe. I had high hopes for this brown sugar chicken recipe. But it wasn't as great as I was hoping. I used chicken breast tenders, which fell apart. That was OK, since it just looked like shredded chicken. We ate it over rice and it had an OK flavor, but it needed some veggies -- or something.
Shawn made sandwiches with the leftovers for lunch, so I guess that's good to get double duty out of it. But in all likelihood I won't be making it again. It was fun to pour Sprite into the mix and see it bubble!
I made the chicken in one of the plastic slow cooker liners. I am starting to think that might not be wise. Who knows if the plastic is BPA free? If I won't microwave in plastic surely I shouldn't slow cook in it. So the next things I've made in my crock pot were straight in the pot.
The next was enchilada casserole, and it was pretty tasty. I forgot to put in the beans, but that was OK. And the tortillas in the middle kind of disintegrated so it was this tasty corn-mealy texture in that layer. We ate most of it and there was enough for lunch the next day. The beans would have stretched it further and probably added another layer of yumminess plus more fiber and nutrition. Next time.
Shawn made sandwiches with the leftovers for lunch, so I guess that's good to get double duty out of it. But in all likelihood I won't be making it again. It was fun to pour Sprite into the mix and see it bubble!
I made the chicken in one of the plastic slow cooker liners. I am starting to think that might not be wise. Who knows if the plastic is BPA free? If I won't microwave in plastic surely I shouldn't slow cook in it. So the next things I've made in my crock pot were straight in the pot.
The next was enchilada casserole, and it was pretty tasty. I forgot to put in the beans, but that was OK. And the tortillas in the middle kind of disintegrated so it was this tasty corn-mealy texture in that layer. We ate most of it and there was enough for lunch the next day. The beans would have stretched it further and probably added another layer of yumminess plus more fiber and nutrition. Next time.
White House Greetings
Jane got a special card yesterday -- from the White House. I know it's just a mass message that they send, and somewhere an intern's job is to hand address responses to these requests and slip in the printed cards. It's still cool, and I think I will frame the card. The envelope (which I almost posted a picture of until I realized that it includes her full name and address ... d'oh) is a little grungy. Thanks USPS. :)
Want to get your own card from the White House greetings office? These are the instructions I followed (I did the snail mail route):
Once your baby is born, mail your request to:
White House Greetings Office
Room 39
Washington, DC 20500
Alternatively, you can fax your request to 202-456-2461. Include the following information in your request:
* Name and address of the baby
* Exact date of birth
* Your (requestor) name and daytime phone number
* Both parents' names
* Any additional mailing instructions (if other than baby’s residence)
They'll send greetings for other things too. And I think it's v. weird that there's no online form option. Because who uses a fax machine these days?
Want to get your own card from the White House greetings office? These are the instructions I followed (I did the snail mail route):
Once your baby is born, mail your request to:
White House Greetings Office
Room 39
Washington, DC 20500
Alternatively, you can fax your request to 202-456-2461. Include the following information in your request:
* Name and address of the baby
* Exact date of birth
* Your (requestor) name and daytime phone number
* Both parents' names
* Any additional mailing instructions (if other than baby’s residence)
They'll send greetings for other things too. And I think it's v. weird that there's no online form option. Because who uses a fax machine these days?
On the Record
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| Advocate Staff Photo |
A reporter and photographer from the Baton Rouge Advocate were there. Our picture was taken, and the reporter spoke to us after the program. The article ran today, and Jane's name was in the paper for the first time.
We're rounding up copies to put in her baby book and send to my Gran. I can't guarantee the link will always be up! I also screen captured the photo so I could keep it digitally.
Maybe in a few more months we'll try to catch one of the real classes that are offered. The words I really want her to know how to sign are "more," "all done," "hungry," "tired," etc.
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