Ow. I just manged to stick myself in the boob with a pin.
They really should come with warning labels. Think there is someone I can sue?
I’m thinking Pat Buchanen or one of those other guys who thinks he is God claims to speak for God because obviously it is His fault my boob didn’t come with a warning label attached.
A terrible wound like this could go septic, you know.
Sewing is a dangerous sport.
Heard in my house this morning as I was getting dressed and putting on a bra and someone noticed…
Munchkin: I na-na, please please please please please?
Me: Yes, yes, just a minute.
Munchkin: (points) Oooh, Na-na bwootiful.
That’s the first time she’s tried to use that word, and I’m not sure that she quite knows what it means, but it made me laugh.
She was nearly weaned before the baby was born. She’d normally nurse only once a day, and toward the end I’d usually manage to distract her from even wanting that one time without too much fuss since I’d get nasty contractions whenever she nurse.
Now she wants to nurse constantly though. It might be just because there is milk for her again, but it’s probably mostly just her way of reassuring herself that she’s still loved and she hasn’t been replaced. I don’t mind most of the time because she is my sweet girl, but other times she drives me crazy because she is just so persistant. I’ll tell her “no, not right now” and she’ll keep asking and asking and asking without pause. I feel bad when she’s sort of tired and I tell her no and she falls on the floor and cries as if her whole world has been devastated. I feel bad when I could let her nurse but I don’t because I’ve been stuck in my chair all day and there are other things I want to do, but oh my goodness, enough is enough.
But I was very glad she was still nursing the other day when she pushed her feet against the table and managed to knock the chair with her booster seat over backwards. She was screaming and terrified and hurt, and I was freaked out because for an instant when I couldn’t get to her quite fast enough to catch her before she hit the floor I’d had images of cracked skulls filling my head, and what else but na-na could have reassured us both so fast and made everything better?
And we’re headed out to the pediatrician now for Sean’s checkup, so more on him (and just how big the na-na is making him - he’s bigger than Munchkin was at his age, but then he always has been) when we return.
Someone is trying to freecycle a toothbrush. A used toothbrush. Sure it’s actually one of those little rubber finger brushes you use on toddlers that has only been used “a few times,” and it comes with the toddler toothpaste, but still. A used toothrbrush.
EEEEEWWWW.
Meanwhile someone on usededmonton is advertising a garage sale for this week that looks interesting. They did include the dates. They did not, however, include the location. The phone number section says “please email.” The email section says, “email address not provided.” The world is full of idiots.
On an unfunny idiot note, someone else is trying to get rid of a five year old pregnant cat. He/she/it has had this cat since kittenhood, but he/she/it is moving and doesn’t have room for the cat in, much less the forthecoming kittens. There are times when really wish I could reach through the internet and smack people.
We went to the playground this morning. Munchkin slid and swung and played in the sand. Sean hung out in the newly finished Mei Tai carrier (pictures soon) and was ooohed and aaahhhd at by the other mothers present - what little could be seen of him anyway - because he is still just that new. Nevermind that he is six weeks now and I’ve already had to put away most of his newborn clothes because he’s outgrown them (waaaaaah).
Then Sean, who I still can’t decide what to call here and elsewhere online, decided he was hungry and so we switched to the sling. And thank goodness for slings. How else can one feed a baby at the same time as pushing a little girl on the swings?
All was good.
Until it was time to go home, anyway. Then all was gross.
Just before we left, Muhchkin found a little orange ball burried in the sand and picked it up. I thought it was one of those little superballs, and since I didn’t think there was any chance of its owner finding it again, I decided that she might as well keep it and bring it home.
All the way home in the car (it was playdate sort of thing, so we were on the other side fo town) she kept talking about how she needed to wash her hands, but I thought it was just because of the sand. Nope. I parked the car at home and went to get her only to find that her hands and face were all covered in sticky orange gunk.
It wasn’t a superball. It was a giant gobstopper or some other similar candy. Some other kid’s sand coated candy that she’d dug out of the ground. And of course she’d been eating it.
EEEEEEWWWWW!
Ah well. I suppose it won’t actually hurt her. But still.
EEEEEWWWWWW.
That got thrown out very fast.
The skin on my arms feels way too tight and is turning pink now. It’s been a while since I’ve been out in the midday sun (it did just snow here Sunday), and such things as the need for sunblock slipped my mind. Munchkin might be a little burned on her face, but at least I put her in long sleeves and made her wear a hat with a brim this morning. And I know how tender newborn skin can be, so Sean was completely covered all the time. So no real harm done.
Hee. I answered seriously because it is a subject I’ve been thinking about lately, but all the same I am enjoying this troll quite a bit. He’s funny!
Edited because I am no longer enjoying the trollery and no he isn’t funny. I guess I only find overblown hate and intolerance amusing up to a point because he really crossed the line. Oh. My. God.
Is an editorial worth reading.
I believed the administration when it grandly proclaimed we were going to bring a stable, Western-style liberal democracy to Iraq, complete with religious tolerance and the rule of law. We never had enough troops in Iraq to restore civil order and the rule of law. The Iraqi elections have produced a ruling majority of Shiite fundamentalists and marginalized the seething Sunni minority. Iraq dangerously teeters on the brink of civil war. We have emboldened Iran and destabilized the entire Middle East.
Written by a marine who served two tours of duty in Iraq.
Read the rest here.
As of today I am officially out of maternity clothes and into normal clothes.
This is only because the other day I bought clothes several sizes larger any I own having given up getting my old jeans on any time in the next few months.
*cries*
Nine months to put it on, right?
Because practically my entire livejournal friends list did this yesterday and I’m always just a little behind…
Go to Wikipedia and enter your birthday (month and day only, no year). List three events, two births, and one death that have occurred on that day.
March 20
events
births
death
The 2003 invaaion of Iraq also started on my birthday, but I prefered peace over war for the third event. Oh, and John Lennon married Yoko Ono on that day…
I dropped my mom off at the airport a few hours ago. Munchkin whined and cried the whole way home because she wanted to “go up in airplane” too.
And here we are on our own again. Just me and a one month old (thankfully sleeping at the moment) and a very-cranky-didn’t-get-enough-sleep two-and-a-half year old. And Im supposed to make this work and keep my house out of a state of filfth and squalor and see that there is somewhat nutritious food to eat. Bleah.
Having two is much harder than having one. One was a piece of cake. Sure there is some cake with two as well, but someone nasty baked rocks into it, and you always seem to bite into one just when you think things are going well.
I wish we didn’t live so far from my family.
Only about three more hours until M gets home from work.
I need to get out, but I don’t think it’s happening because no one has posted about meeting for coffee or playdates this week. I suppose I should be the one to initiate things one of these days if I want to do something. But it’s so much nicer when other people do it and invite me along. Then I don’t have to worry about the horror of rejection.
Uh oh.
We all know (or should know) that powdered formula is not sterile and can harbor bacteria which can be dangerous to small babies. And we also know that all too often it is recalled due to problems such as haveing metal filings in it. But did you know the stuff can shut down an entire courthouse?
Hee!
(and yes, yes, I’m glad it’s there for those who need it and all that, but still, ick!)