blog-pinions

My friend is doing a speech and wants our help. Her speech is about blogging.
Here's how you can help:
Leave a comment telling how you feel about employers monitoring blogs (if it should be done or not) and what you think about people being fired for what they post on their blogs.

Feel free to ask your readers, too - just let me know in the comments that you're talking about this on your blog.


Here's how I feel:
I don't think employers should monitor blogs, unless they have reason to believe something is being said that will jeopardize the company. But, since blogs are public there's no way to stop employers from monitoring. (I bet mine is reading this right now. waving "hi employer.")

Unfortunately, GA is an employment at will state. You can be fired for anything. If you wear a green shirt to work and your boss doesn't like green, you can be fired. So, based on GA law, you can be fired for your blog. That doesn't mean I think it is right. Blogs are online diaries and I don't think you should be fired for what you write in your diary. But, blogs are also public, so you do need to watch what you write. If you write something the company feels can jeopardize them, they should tell you what they found and give you chance to remove it.

I think the whole blog thing is something companies need to address. I don't think they should patrol blogs or tell you what you can or can't write. I do think they need a policy about blogs.

Edited: This is how I feel about blogging at home on your own time. Blogging at work is a completely different issue. I feel when it comes to blogging at work, you should follow the same standards as all other personal things - like personal phone calls, checking you personal email, reading a book, etc. Your employer does have the right to know what you are doing on company time with company property.


Hope this sparks some conversation for Friend's speech.




On to Nolan things:
Nolan learned how to blow raspberries. He does it all the time now, even when he's eating.



He's rolling everywhere and he's trying to crawl! (poor cats have no idea what's about to happen.)
We put him in the crib at night on his back with his head to the door. We when get him up in the morning, he will be on his stomach with his feet towards the door!

He is going to be dangerous!

I'm just mad

I'm mad at God. I'm mad at people with happy NICU stories. I'm mad at Publix for not having more stage 1 baby food. I'm mad that's there not more research to stop NEC. I'm mad that babies are still being born premature. I'm mad that babies are still dying!! I mad at the people that say so and so's "baby was born premature" at 2 weeks or 3 weeks or even 4 weeks early. FYI: that's not premature*! I'm mad at the people with perfect pregnacies. I'm mad at the people with 16 healthy kids. I'm mad that I feel like people think I should be "over it."

I know, I know I have a lot to be happy for. blah, blah, blah. I also have a lot to be mad about.

I had to leave the room the other day when the news started talking about the smallest preemie ever born is now going home healthy. I know I should be happy for them - whatever. I'm not happy for them, I'm mad that it's not Caleb coming home.

We were ready to have a special needs baby. We were ready to cram 2 babies into our tiny 2 bedroom townhome. We have 1 healthy GAINT baby that I love more than anything. We're supposed to have 2 babies 8 months (adjusted) apart. Caleb should be walking all over the place now - chasing after the cats (and Nolan) and getting into all types of trouble. He should be saying "mama" and "dada." Instead God has him in Heaven. Some times I'm ok with that, because really is there a better place then heaven? But, some times I'm so mad. I want him in my arms! Is there really any better place then a mom's arms?

mad, mad, mad, mad

I know this is just another lovely stage in the greiving process. I'll get over it - but I won't get over losing Caleb.

I feel myself pulling away from God. I'm religious**, I grew up in a religious home, and I work for a religious company, but still I'm pulling away. Why would God take my baby from me? He was about to come home. Now, he's gone. Why? God knows this pain, so why would he want someone else to feel this pain?

I didn't realize I was mad until chapel this morning (again, I work for a religious company and we have chapel every Wednesday morning). The speaker asked us to write down things we wanted to confess to God - any sins we hadn't confessed yet (even though there's all this confession talk I'm not Catholic and that's all I'm telling you.). My thought was "Why would I do that? God took my baby. I'm mad at Him. I don't want to confess stuff to Him. I don't even really want to talk to Him." Ding Ding Ding - I've entered the mad stage.


(please know, I am editing most of the things I want to say because my parents and many people from my work read this blog)



*24-28 weeks is micro or extreme preemie (Caleb was born at 26 weeks, 6 days. He was a micro-preemie)
29-34 weeks is just plain old preemie
35-37 weeks is preterm (not premature) (Nolan was born at 35 weeks, 4 days. I refuse to call him premature or preterm. I call him my fake pretermie. I have no problem saying he was a little early.)
37+ weeks is term (not premature)
This gets me so upset. Don't call your 3 week early baby premature or you will get my wrath (aka I will soap box all over you).

**I'm not getting into my religious beliefs here. For one thing, it could ID where I work and that's not good. For another thing, I just don't feel like have a big religious discussion right now.

my husband is a dork

He sends me a picture of Nolan everyday. I love hearing my little pink cell phone buzz, knowing there's a new picture of Nolan waiting for me.

I heard the friendly buzz this afternoon. When I looked at the picture, I saw this:


I'm still rolling my eyes (and laughing).

No more water

We've been home for less than 1 week from our hot water heater breaking. Now, a water main broke. The whole city is out of water.

Guess Nolan's not getting a bath tonight.

New look, same old blog

I tried to keep this blog kind of boyish looking since it is all about my boys. But, I decided that until they start posting, I'm taking over my blog design and I want flowers!

So, until Caleb figures out how to use the wireless in heaven or Nolan starts typing, I will have flowers on my blog!

Is 5 months to early to potty train?

The diapers are bad, very, very bad.

Nolan started eating baby food. He loves everything! So far, his favorites seem to be peas, green beans, bananas (although they give him gas), pears, peaches, and sweet potatoes (his most favorite) - basicaly he's loved everything we've fed him. (Update: Cary found out today that Nolan's not a big fan of squash.)

Someone really should warn you about the grossness of baby food diapers. They are way nastier then newborn diapers.


Hot water update: Cary and his friends installed a shiney new hot water heater Thursday night. We moved back into our house Friday. It's good to be home, but I do miss the grandparents' help. They fed us, cleaned Nolan's bottles, changed some of Nolan's diapers. I miss that.

I will post pictures of the lovely holes in our ceiling soon. (The hot water heater is on the second floor. It leaked into the 1st floor ceiling and onto the couch.)


Did I mention the diapers are gross?!

I promise this is the same baby

September


February

Hot water heater burst

moving in with Cary's parents for a few days.

Will update when we're back home.

aahhhh

I came home from work today to nothing. No crying baby. No crying husband. Nothing. Just silence. It's great.

Nolan is at Cary's parents' for a few hours. Cary took his old Bronco in to get painted today. So, no one's home. It's just me, a freshly cleaned kitchen, a pile a laundry, and a cat who won't shut up! (any one want a cat?)

I finally have time to post pictures!


"Did you say something about my rolls?"


Close up of the yummy baby thighs with all the rolls.


"I'm so cute"


First food


He wasn't sure how he felt about the cereal.


It was finally cold enough outside to bundle him up.


"Who's that?" (he's looking at a mirror)


The jumbo baby who ate little Nolan.


Smile!


Watching the Superbowl with daddy.

I gave Nolan my cold

It was a long weekend.

He's getting better now.

Not too bad - he got his first cold at almost 5 months old.

When I left to go to work this morning, he was crying. Not because he was sick, but because he wanted to play. That's a good cry.