<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:50:09.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof by Day - Dad by Night</title><subtitle type='html'>What happens when you start a job as a college professor and become a first-time dad (and move to a new state) all in a 6-week time span?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114368364783050289</id><published>2006-03-29T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:54:07.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby!!</title><content type='html'>Don't let the headline deceive you - the baby is not ours. Laura's sister, Amy, had a baby boy (Miles) on Sunday. We're hopefully going to see him soon. I'm excited to compare Miles and Isabel. There are times when I think Isabel is still so little. I'm looking forward to a good comparison. Maybe it will make me miss having a true little baby (and then again, it may remind me of the bliss of growing up).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114368364783050289?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114368364783050289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114368364783050289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114368364783050289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114368364783050289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-baby.html' title='New Baby!!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114368342516548415</id><published>2006-03-29T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:50:25.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Darn Tooth!</title><content type='html'>Isabel has tooth #4 (which was erroneously reported as having been in a few weeks or so ago) coming in. She's been teething about a week and no breakthrough. I am ready for snaggletooth to be gone and for the snotting and coughing to be gone. She's been a bit grumpy, so I'm sure Laura's ready for that to end too.   When will the madness end???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114368342516548415?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114368342516548415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114368342516548415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114368342516548415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114368342516548415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/03/that-darn-tooth.html' title='That Darn Tooth!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114281843104994572</id><published>2006-03-19T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:33:51.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's weekend (with support) and a revelation</title><content type='html'>Laura had been planning a trip with her friend Bonnie for months now.  Part of her plans included being away from Isabel, which meant it was time with dad for Isabel.  We were just at my parents last weekend, but when I talked to my mom this week, I said in passing "hey, if you're bored, come down; it's just me and Iz - ha, ha."  Well, I didn't think she'd take me seriously.  It was Friday evening and the phone rang - it was my mom.  She asked if she and dad could come down for the weekend.  So, my plans to be super dad were thwarted - of which, I was perfectly fine with! :)  Laura, however, was somewhat disappointed.  She really wanted me to have Isabel by myself ALL weekend, so I could experience somewhat of what she goes through.  It's funny, because this whole time with Isabel, Laura and I have striven to "teach" each other what one another is going through.  After my mom called on Friday and Laura indicated her disappointment, I really wanted Laura to experience going to work like she used to and then come home and help with baby, home, etc.  As I have reflected, maybe it's time to stop thinking like "you really need to experience what I am" and think more like "here's what I need, now what do you need?"  Baby steps for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114281843104994572?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114281843104994572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114281843104994572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114281843104994572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114281843104994572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/03/dads-weekend-with-support-and.html' title='Dad&apos;s weekend (with support) and a revelation'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114230686685439319</id><published>2006-03-13T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:27:46.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 24 Hour Bug</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired of my family getting sick. This go-around was me - again. I just completed a full round of antibiotics on Friday and Sunday evening - BAM! I don't know what it was, but it created a 102 degree fever and I threw up (rather violently). Thank goodness it's Spring Break - not that get the week off, but things slow down this week so that when I took the day to get over being sick, I did so without freaking out about being behind. We have high schools students on campus Tuesday and Wednesday and the good news is, I should be fine. I'm just tired of sickness!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114230686685439319?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114230686685439319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114230686685439319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114230686685439319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114230686685439319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/03/24-hour-bug.html' title='The 24 Hour Bug'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114178843773048132</id><published>2006-03-07T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:27:17.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thanks to JCPS</title><content type='html'>I would like to personally thank Jeff City Public Schools.  As reported earlier, Laura was sad surrounding the circumstances of her former choir program.  She would love to be in her old program teaching.  But alas, just as I thought things were subsiding and possibilities in Kentucky were developing, her former Principal called to talk her into coming back.  So, this is my thanks to the folks of JC public schools for opening a healing wound.  Not that I'm blameless - I did drag Laura to Kentucky and I will be forever grateful for her selflessness in this matter.  But seriously folks, unless you can fnd me a job, I don't think we're moving any time soon.  (and no offense, but I'm thinking that neither MU is going to have a job for me nor is it in your all's ability to create one). The notion is touching and your heart-felt words are great, but I think we're sticking around for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114178843773048132?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114178843773048132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114178843773048132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114178843773048132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114178843773048132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-thanks-to-jcps.html' title='My Thanks to JCPS'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114178789959381793</id><published>2006-03-07T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:18:19.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc Says She's Good!</title><content type='html'>The report of the day is that Isabel's check-up showed no signs of ear infection. WOO HOO! That was great. I am relieved, needless to say. Apparently, she is doing rather well. The doctor commented that she is rather alert for her age. Laura thinks the doctor is being nice - I applaud the doctor's accuracy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114178789959381793?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114178789959381793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114178789959381793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114178789959381793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114178789959381793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/03/doc-says-shes-good.html' title='Doc Says She&apos;s Good!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114178774866774861</id><published>2006-03-07T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:15:48.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Say There Was a Fourth Tooth?</title><content type='html'>It's funny, because I swear there was a fourth tooth coming... it's still not here and my daughter looks like a bumpkin.  If you've read Laura's blog (homealot link is on this page), she calls her "Snaggletooth."  At any rate, I fourth tooth should be here soon - I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114178774866774861?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114178774866774861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114178774866774861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114178774866774861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114178774866774861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-i-say-there-was-fourth-tooth.html' title='Did I Say There Was a Fourth Tooth?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114109311596229815</id><published>2006-02-27T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:18:35.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosion - Round 2</title><content type='html'>I could literally cut and paste last Monday's posting about Isabel's explosion... seriously.  Almost same timeline and everything.  So, scroll down to that entry and imagine that it happened, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114109311596229815?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114109311596229815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114109311596229815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114109311596229815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114109311596229815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/explosion-round-2.html' title='Explosion - Round 2'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114109301034278165</id><published>2006-02-27T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:16:50.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Job Comes First?</title><content type='html'>As I eluded to in the previous post, Laura had so many people begging her to come back to her job. And if she were able to, I am convinced she'd be a prominent music educator in that state. It really sucks, because I want that for her. I love watching her succeed with her students. I still listen to her women's chorus performance at the state music educator's conference last January (a very big deal). So, where does that leave me?? Well, I wouldn't mind moving back at all. The problem is - there' s no job for me. My field is Ag Ed, which means there are very few universities in each state that have that program. In Missouri, there are 4 programs and the only one that's large enough to have more than one person is MU - the land grant university (which traditionally, land grants are "research extensive" university, which serve as a state "flagship" and, oh yeah, pays better). I don't foresee anyone leaving MU anytime soon, nor do I see them adding a tenure track position anytime soon. So, I would have to find a job that wouldn't utilize the 3 years of training and thousands of dollars of debt we incurred. Plus, if I wanted to break back into the profession with a tenure track position, it would be difficult - VERY difficult. Whereas, there are choir positions everywhere which gives Laura the opportunity to find something similar that she would have in Jeff City. But, that's no guarantee - at all. It really sucks because we both want to be so good in our professions. I want to give this opportunity to her so badly but, in the process, it makes me nervous that my ambition in a job I was designed for would make me miserable. What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some other variables in this mess, and if I had to bet money, I'm guessing we're not going anywhere. But, it still doesn't make everything all right, does it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114109301034278165?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114109301034278165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114109301034278165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114109301034278165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114109301034278165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/whose-job-comes-first.html' title='Whose Job Comes First?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114109238879461635</id><published>2006-02-27T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:06:28.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>We took a little road trip from Thursday to Sunday to Missouri so we could visit friends and so Laura could go see the high school musical where she taught (Jeff City, MO). For a while, I was NOT looking forward to the trip. I was nervous about Isabel and how she'd do on a 7 to 8 hour car ride. Once those nerves subsides, I was nervous about being away from work for two days. I had a busy month with a research conference, faculty search, and student teacher visits that things kept piling up on me. Finally, I tried to use my time effectively and efficiently and dug my way through most of my work. It was Wednesday, and I was excited to see Columbia, our former neighbors who were GREAT friends, friends from MU, and to see Laura excited around her former students again. Thursday rolled around and a persistent morning sore throat persisted past the morning and then some. I didn't feel well at all. I was tired and it was hard to swallow. I had a low-grade fever - so great, three out of three sick in February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to make a long story short, Isabel was GREAT!! We only had to stop once on the trip there and once on the trip back!! She was great around people, too. She was happy and playful and friendly. Her thumbs down moments were at night. She didn't sleep well until Saturday night. Other than that - great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura got to see her former students and I think it made her miss her job even more. It didn't help that there's drama surrounding her former program right now. Her old teaching partner has some things to deal with and her replacement is in an impossible position. So, when Laura shows up, parents and students are begging her (and me) to move back to Missouri. Needless to say, it was the rejuvenating weekend I was hoping for, for Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I went to urgent care on Friday morning and was told I wasn't contagious. The doctor thought it was just my drainage causing some infection. I got a prescription and we continued with plans. I really enjoyed being back at MU - I forgot how "homey" the old office was and how much I enjoyed hanging around those folks. By that evening, I had a higher fever, which broke quickly. Saturday, I was still tired but feeling better and Sunday was similar. We came home last night and I checked out the back of my throat - WHITE SPOTS. Not good. This morning, I checked it out with the doctor. They took a throat culture and gave me stronger antibiotics. We'll see what this is about, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114109238879461635?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114109238879461635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114109238879461635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114109238879461635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114109238879461635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114048226722522812</id><published>2006-02-20T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:37:47.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter Exploded</title><content type='html'>Seriously, she did. I was cleaning the kitchen while Isabel was sitting in her high chair. I knew she had pushed &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; out, but she seemed content. So, I finished cleaning, picked her up and whisked her upstairs for a diaper change. I put Isabel on the changing table and noticed my sweatshirt was wet... and it wasn't pee. When I looked down her pants were soaked - again, not pee. As I start to unravel the mystery (and yelling for Laura to help) I saw what was the consistency of very, very fine cole slaw - and it was yellow-ish green. Conveniently, Laura had to leave for choir practice, so I was stuck with the duty (and the doody). I was raised on a pig farm and even I thought this was foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news of the day is that Isabel's doctor said her infection is going away and that she seemed on the uphill swing. I can't wait to stop giving her antibiotics - I am certain this is causing the toxic waste we've been experiencing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114048226722522812?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114048226722522812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114048226722522812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114048226722522812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114048226722522812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-daughter-exploded.html' title='My Daughter Exploded'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114038776844955696</id><published>2006-02-19T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:22:48.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Feeling Better, We Think</title><content type='html'>Isabel's general disposition has improved.  She's been happier - like her old self.  She hasn't been sleeping the best, but for now, we're attributing to the fact that she's been pooping every 3 hours due to the medication.  Today, she's been kind of sleepy.  It makes us nervous, but she has a follow-up appointment tomorrow, so hopefully the doctor will tell us she's doing fine.  We have a trip this week and we definitely don't want a sick child, nor do we want her to relapse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114038776844955696?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114038776844955696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114038776844955696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114038776844955696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114038776844955696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/shes-feeling-better-we-think.html' title='She&apos;s Feeling Better, We Think'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-114012683528160971</id><published>2006-02-16T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:53:55.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ear Infection from Hell</title><content type='html'>Work has been stressful, I have to admit. I'm playing catch-up amidst some drama going on. But the persistent drama is the on involving Isabel, who has not been able to shake her ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been good and her teeth have been coming in, then BAM! A fever popped up yesterday. So, Laura took her to the doctor and found out that her ear situation has not improved. So, now what? She had shots yesterday evening and shots again today from her normal pediatrician. She has now been conditioned to hate "instruments" at the doctors office. She screams at tongue depressors, stethoscope, you name it. So great, the need for therapy begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel goes back on Monday for a check up and possibly more shots.  We'll let you know when we find something out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-114012683528160971?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/114012683528160971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=114012683528160971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114012683528160971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/114012683528160971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/ear-infection-from-hell.html' title='The Ear Infection from Hell'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-113996957807526334</id><published>2006-02-14T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:12:58.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof By Day, Prof By Night, and then there's Dad</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy teaching my Tuesday night class. I find teaching Research Methods to be a challenge. Unfortunately, to a group of educators (both formal and nonformal), such a class isn't so exciting, nor is the "practical" use of such a class so apparent. My victory comes in "a-ha" moments, when they understand how science really works and when they make connections to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... teaching night classes means late nights for both Laura and I. It's like we're both on the job full blast until 7:30 or 8:00PM. It's crazy. I really feel like I skimp out on dad duties when I'm not home at a descent hour. It's better than last semester - I had 2 night classes and that was not fun. When I was in grad school, I had a more flexible schedule (not that my department chair isn't great about flexibility). But, expectations are different. Night classes, as unfun as the timing can be, were not as big of a deal. The other BIG piece to that puzzle, too, is that we didn't have Isabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summertime, here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-113996957807526334?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/113996957807526334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=113996957807526334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113996957807526334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113996957807526334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/prof-by-day-prof-by-night-and-then.html' title='Prof By Day, Prof By Night, and then there&apos;s Dad'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-113987630462077990</id><published>2006-02-13T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:18:24.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Come in Pairs</title><content type='html'>First off, as I type this, I am watching my daughter about topple over in her Baby Einstein seat, watching a Baby Einstein video.  I am convinced there's something subliminal going on with those videos.  Toddler captivity is NOT that easy.  But, I enjoy my time alone with her.  Laura is off at choir rehearsal, so this gives me and "the Iz" some dad and daughter time.  And as I type this, I do a believe a poop occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, Isabel's fourth tooth (first two on bottom, third on top) is coming in the top to provide a nice pair for #3.  And she seems to be in a little better mood today.  She's still a bit cranky, but not as bad as yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-113987630462077990?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/113987630462077990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=113987630462077990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113987630462077990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113987630462077990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-they-come-in-pairs.html' title='And They Come in Pairs'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-113979387581486940</id><published>2006-02-12T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:24:35.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tooth</title><content type='html'>After much frustration today (and last night), the verdict is in... Isabel has another tooth coming in the top.  This makes her third tooth (first two on the bottom). Her grumpy night, mixed with a very snotty (and also grumpy) day can now be explained outside of the confines of an ear infection. There's almost a sense of relief about the situation. And there's an overarching theme of excitement in that Isabel is hitting another milestone in her life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-113979387581486940?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/113979387581486940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=113979387581486940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113979387581486940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113979387581486940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-tooth.html' title='Another Tooth'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-113975642204056076</id><published>2006-02-12T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:00:22.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Consistency, Please</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know she's been sick, but when will Isabel evolve into a full-night sleeper? Seriously, folks. It seems like every other baby around her age has been sleeping through the night for months now. She's had a week here and there where she's been pretty good. Sometimes, it's only once at 5:00AM. Isabel does so well in every other department. She's on a bit ahead on her physical development, with some of her weird quirks (like randomly toss her head from side to side), we question the cognitive development, but in all seriousness she's definitely on track, if not ahead. She goes to other people fairly well, is only somewhat attached to mom, and does a lot of smiling and laughing. All the pieces are in place EXCEPT the sleep piece. Again, I may be ranting when others have it worse, but why have a blog if I can't talk about this stuff, right?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-113975642204056076?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/113975642204056076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=113975642204056076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113975642204056076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113975642204056076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-consistency-please.html' title='A Little Consistency, Please'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-113970493765656650</id><published>2006-02-11T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:42:17.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Girls</title><content type='html'>Both my daughter and wife are sick... at least today they're in better spirits. My wife (Laura) and I just got back from Orlando on Wednesday. My daughter (Isabel) stayed with my parents while we were gone - she had also JUST gotten over an ear infection and virus or so we thought. On Thursday, I was at work playing catch for being gone to Orlando, an additional conference two days before that, and a few days with a faculty candidate. By 1:30pm, Laura had called to say she was so sick that she could take care of Isabel. I tied up loose ends and went home to find that Laura was really sick and Isabel had a temperature - again. So, I went into "Super Dad" and caretaker mode. I took Laura to the doctor at 3:30pm, dropped off her prescription, took her home, took Isabel to her appointment at 5:00pm, then dropped off her prescription and picked up Laura's, got home, tried to catch up on work, went back out at 7:30pm with Isabel to pick up her medicine, came home, gave Isabel her medicine, gave her a bath, and put her to bed. In all this, Laura knew I HAD to be at work the next day for the important Search Committee meeting, so she called her mom who drove 2.5 hours to help out. Now, back to the story. I sat down to work again when through the monitor, I heard a wet sound like water. Isabel had vomited ALL OVER her bed. She's about 9 months old - that's a lot of vomit for such a small girl. Laura's mom showed up soon after and helped me out. I REALLY NEEDED IT! We got Isabel and the bed cleaned up, put Isabel back down to sleep and I spent another hour working before I went to bed - on the couch. Laura's doctors thought she had strep throat and she was in a contagious period.  I didn't want to take any chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... poor me. But it was stressful with everything going on. The next day, the Search Committee meeting had drained me (it was long and taxing). By the time I got home, I was beat. I ran to the grocery and picked up new medicine for Isabel (she puked again - we linked it to the first medicine). That night, I got a bit snappy with Laura. I really had no more resources to give. I apologized shortly after. I can be a real baby when I'm sick, but when I had two sick people to care for and a job to stay on top of - it was draining. I'm sure others are in worse situations than I - it was a new situation for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Saturday) they're both doing much better and Laura has been helping out (partially because she hasn't been able to hold Isabel for a few days). We have been LAZY and it's awesome. I'm hoping to do the same thing tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-113970493765656650?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/113970493765656650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=113970493765656650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113970493765656650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113970493765656650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-girls.html' title='Sick Girls'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-113970369073077089</id><published>2006-02-11T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:22:59.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Search Committee</title><content type='html'>Here's one of the "prof" things I can talk about - somewhat. For anyone in the academe who has done a search for a new faculty member, you probably already know how annoying the process is for hiring a new professor. When I applied for my position, I was annoyed about how long it takes from job posting to decision (about 3 months if you're on the ball). Now that I'm on this side, it can be just as annoying or worse, especially when you're waiting on someone to decide if they're taking the job or not. So, needless to say, I'm on pins and needles until we have someone signed on for next year. My colleague Robin and I are pulling the program together - and not doing too bad if I do say so (we're both untenured Assistant Professors).  We can't wait to have a third person on board! I'm sure I'll be writing about this more as the drama unfolds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-113970369073077089?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/113970369073077089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=113970369073077089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113970369073077089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113970369073077089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/search-committee.html' title='Search Committee'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22321920.post-113970322750184580</id><published>2006-02-11T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:13:47.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Goes Nothing!</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to start a journal. I have friends who have started blogs, a friend/colleague who has a written journal going back many years, and recently my wife, who is now starting to blog. So, I thought with my combination of "I really want to journal" with "I'm a techno geek," well, I thought it may be a good match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not see too many details about my "prof by day" part, as a majority of my appointment as an Assistant Professor is teaching and working with students. Concerns about confidentiality or something. :) But, what you will see is definitely the dad part and how the dad part and the prof part interact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22321920-113970322750184580?l=profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/feeds/113970322750184580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22321920&amp;postID=113970322750184580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113970322750184580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22321920/posts/default/113970322750184580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profbydaydadbynight.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here Goes Nothing!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530974847751287842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
