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Baby Tracker ® - Daily Childcare Organizer & Log (1 Year Binder - Refillable)
See your baby's day at a glance! Plan, organize and track your child's activities with your family and childcare providers. The Baby Tracker® Childcare Organizer is the most complete and updatable version of Baby Tracker. It's designed as a refillable binder that can be used year after year. This Baby Tracker Childcare Organizer binder format includes the award-winning daily tracking pages that make it easy to record and view key activities by time---and keep it all in a single daily page view. There is also a tabbed parent reference binder cards for emergency phone numbers, a medical release form, immunization chart and health record page. In addition, the Baby Tracker Childcare Organizer includes tabbed monthly divider pockets to store receipts, notes, appointments cards with a undated reminder calendar to note plans or important events for the month. The binder also features a clear plastic inside cover binder flap for keeping a picture or identification information of your child in easy view.77% (5)
A great gift for the new mom or mom heading back to work. Improves child care communications and makes drop-offs and pick ups a snap. Keeps baby's needs and schedules in one handy spot.
The Baby Tracker Childcare Organizer format comes with 12 months of daily pages (360 daily page charting views) that can be easily added and removed from the binder that is designed to hold up 3-4 months of daily tracking pages at a time. Used and future pages can be stored in the Baby Tracker cardboard sleeve. Refill page packs available for annual refill, newborn 24-hour day+night and nursing schedules, and older kid tracking from publisher. Accommodates children from birth to 4 years.
PLEASE NOTE: Spiral-bound journal versions of Baby Tracker - the Daily Baby Tracker Childcare Journal, Log Book AND the Newborn Baby Tracker Childcare Journal, Log Book for nursing moms and 24 hour newborn schedules are AVAILABLE in the BOOKS section of Amazon.)
365.63 "Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?"
Phew! What a day!! ::deep breath:: Ready? Today I got down to my community college at about noon to hand in my immunization forms and eventually see an academic counselor who would help me sign up for classes. I couldn't go earlier in the day because my essay score from last night wasn't due to be finished until noon. Not a huge problem, but going at noon meant that there was an abundance of people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I found my way to the nurse's office where I was herded into a small waiting area with about five other people. When I was finally let out of my holding cell, I was greeted by a frustrated nurse and her student assistant who had been dealing with irritation all day. I handed in my forms and ran for the door. Next stop: academic counseling meeting. I found my way to the student lounge/cafeteria where about seven counselors were there to handle no fewer than 140 students . I knew it was going to be a long wait, but what other choice did I have? So I plopped down and began seaming my sweater. I seamed, and I seamed and I seamed and I seamed. Still my name had not been called, and it had been two hours. Annoying, but understandable. Then comes this girl who sits down a few chairs away from me. Innocuous looking at first. And then out came the cell phone. Holy freaking crap. This girl yapped and yapped and yapped and WHINEEEEDDDDD. She sounded like Madonna on SNL. She whined to four different people on the phone about how she was "gawna haf ta be heah faur t-EW hou-assssssssss" in an attempt to get someone to come down and keep her company. Umm, howabout you STFU and get over it before I stab you with my tapestry needle? Hmm? Nevertheless, I remained calm - this could probably be attributed to the fact that the cafeteria staff felt bad for us and they came around bearing plates of delicious white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. A total of THREE AND A HALF HOURS passed before I got my chance to see a counselor. You wanna know what happened when I finally got my ass in that precious, coveted seat? I explained my desire to transfer to FIT and get my associates degree in one year. I received a perplexed look and then I explained that I had a crap-ton of AP and college credits from high school. The poor guy gave me a look of sympathy as he sighed and told me that my AP credits made me a transfer student, and I was in the wrong place. Well no one effing told me thissssss!!!! Not today, not yesterday, not in effing JUNE when I first came here!! He called the admissions office and instructed me to go there. Where is the admissions office? On the top of a hill on the other side of campus. Oooh boy was I PISSED!! I finally made it to the admissions office and waited on a short line to speak to the gate keeper there. When it was my turn, I explained to him what had happened and my situation, and he sighed and shook his head. He was about to tell me to go back to where I had come from when I explained (with flared nostrils and gritted teeth) that I had been instructed to go here and mayyyyyybe he should have a little talk with someone in the office because I was going to be really angry if I had to go back there. So he did, and I was allowed to stay. Apparently he bumped my name up on the list for this office since I had been waiting for 3.5 hours due to their own mistakes. I still, however, had to wait an hour to be seen. During this hour, I realized, yet again, that I am not ready for children now, and sex really isn't worth the consequences at this point (mom and dad will be happy). OH MY GOSH!! There were five separate children having conniptions. Screaming and crying and crying and screaming and whining and gagging from screaming and crying and holy crap am I glad I don't have to take one of those home with me. I had wanted to throw myself on the floor and have a hissy fit at this point, too. Blahhhhhh. Eventually I got seen by a counselor and I set up a pretty good schedule considering classes start next week. I'm taking a marketing course, a business-oriented computer course, the obligatory English lit and comp course and ::drum roll:: a portrait photography course :))) I'm going to have to find people to take pictures of now. Me, myself and I probably won't cut it for this class. Anyway, now down to the point of this little series of photos. After this fun, fun day of funness, I hauled my butt back down to the building I was previously at to get a parking permit and my ID card. It was a long day (at this point it was 6:30ish), haha, and that's my story and I'm sticking to it, ok?! When the woman went to take my photo, I was blankly staring at the camera until I realized I had to smile. I went to go make a closed mouth smile, but the camera caught me in that in-between stage. This stage gave me an unintentional Zoolander face. When the woman handed me my card IDay 196: Dropping my game face
The business of the day was showing up for a work party for a Burning Man camp, and trying each other on, seeing if we agreed if I would be a good fit and a contribution to the camp. I think I've found my playa family, and it will be a relief if they think so too, and I can check that off my list of big question marks in my life. On to the next one. Hopefully I'll know soon whether I'm in, or need to keep looking. But as soon as I got home, the tears showed up. There are 3 biggies that are gnawing at my ass right now, and for the day I was able to put them aside, only to have them come flooding back as soon as I retreated to my private den. The biggest one is that I'm scared. I'm scheduled to do a test on my heart on Wednesday of this next week, and in the fine print, they have to let you know that the test can kill you. Lovely. I may have nothing wrong with my heart, but the test to find out can kill me, or just leave me damaged. Like I said, I'm scared. I volunteered a couple of months ago to be part of some of Kaiser Permanente's research, and it included a treadmill test while taking an EKG. But they had questions about something that was showing up on my "resting" EKG, so we did not proceed with the treadmill/heartstressing portion of the test. Instead they had an experienced doctor look at the printout, and then they recommended I see my GP and talk about it. That was months ago. They seemed unconcerned enough that they didn't schedule my appointment for months, so I haven't been worried about it, buried it in my "I'll only worry about it, if and when, I find out there's something to worry about" pile. Ok, I'm worried now. It may be nothing, just a normal variation in my heart waves, but to be sure, she wants me to do this test. Two radioactive isotopes, and 2 "medicines" in an IV drip, 2 1/2 to 3 hours of testing, pushing my heart and watching it with a Gamma camera. (Only in the Orwellian world of Western medicine would they refer to a drug that pushes your heart and can kill you as a "medicine". Willingly inject radioactive isotopes? Hello??????) So here's the thing. I'm an alternatives kind of girl. Birthed my kids at home, don't do immunizations, etc, etc. I try to get to root causes and not just treat symptoms, I choose natural over invasive, dislike drug therapies and often have "unusual" reactions to prescriptions, and when practical, choose Eastern over Western, chiropractic, massage, and even some more woo woo stuff like EMDR and NET. I've had so many events with Western doctors that have been extremely unpleasant, (including a felony assault according to the doctor I just saw last week, when I was disclosing some of my fears to her), and have a marred boob to show for one of the misjudgments of the "god complex" doctor who handled my cancer surgery. So, do I listen to my gut, and my history, and avoid this test at all costs, or do I proceed so that I can put this behind me and stop worrying about it? Am I just reacting out of fear, or out of my body knowledge? I did after all find my cancer myself even though it was tiny, and the doctor wouldn't listen to me when I said my post-surgery incision was getting infected. He was wrong, I was right. But I'm the one with the golfball sized hole in my boob, not from the surgery, but from the infection. So I do know myself really well, and am pretty intuitive about my bod. But I don't want to be stupid and fearful, and have THAT be the end of me. I feel like the grim reaper has been circling around, waiting for his chance at me for a while now, and I'm just not ready to make my exit yet. I have a lot more living and loving to do, thank you very much. 'Here's your hood, what's your hurry?' I still don't know what I'm going to do about this fucking test. But this is how my cancer diagnosis started, with me thinking it was nothing and it turning out to be a pretty big something. As well, I watched my mom go through 3 open heart surgeries, and her troubles with her heart showed up when she was about my age. So no doubt I have some of those old painful memories fueling my fears. Ha! The stress of just thinking about this shit'll probably kill me! The other two triggers for this crying jag are arriving home, alone, on a Saturday night, no loved one to come home to, and not being able to afford to take myself out. There was an event I wanted to go to tonight, where I know I would be loved up, hugged aplenty, but I literally don't have the gas or toll money, never mind the cost of the event. My fault. I've procrastinated a long time about bringing in a new roommate to help me with expenses, the interview process feeling long and arduous, and the fears of winding up with someone in close quarters who is not a good match for living together. Such a crap shoot to make decisions quickly for the sake of short term financial stability, but potentially
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