We had broccoli because that is what Munchkin asked for.

My child is straaaaaaange.

But it’s all good.

I have no idea if I write well or not.  I just can’t tell.

I’m thinking of writing again.  Just fanfiction - I doubt I’ll be up to anything original for quite a while, though I do intend to try NaNoWriMo again this year.  In preparation to hit the keyboard again, I’ve been looking over some of the unfinished fics I have idling on my harddrive.

There’s this one that I remember being really excited about.  I thought it was going well and some of the best writing I’ve done.  Now I look at it, and it’s horrible.  How could I have thought that was good?

I was devastated for a bit.  I thought that I really couldn’t write at all.  Then I opened another story that I’d most abandoned because I thought that it was dull and pointless and just plain crappy.  Only…

Now it looks really good.

See?  This is why my fiction writing so rarely makes it online.  I don’t trust my judgement when it comes to it… and having read so many adoring reviews of the most horrid dreck on fanfiction.net, I really don’t trust anyone else’s opinion either.

What to do?  What to do?

Eh, I’ll just keep on writing anyway.  Keep on once I start again, that is.

Oh my!

So the baby was just nursing just a minute ago.  And he let go and got himself back on.  It felt a little strange, but I wasn’t really paying attention as Munchkin was also in my lap and we were reading together.  Then I look down, and the nipple totally isn’t in his mouth at all.  He’s sucking away happily about an inch away from the nipple - guess he was pretty much done nursing and didn’t care if he was getting milk or not.

Now I have a huge, dark BOOB HICKEY!

I’m a little scared of it.

An article about that new vaccine for HPV and the debate about whether kids should get it came up over in bouju_mooju last night. Which reminded me that I never hear anything about that vaccine without mention of those that think it’s going to make kids think its safe to have sex and more sex and regular orgies all the time, and it makes me roll my eyes.

So here’s what I posted over there because I feel like putting it here too:

Seriously, who thinks “I better not have sex because I might get HPV?” People seem to say “ooh, nasty” when it’s brought up in sex ed, then they forget about it altogether.

It’s pregnancy and HIV that people worry about, if they worry about anything.

This protects against a virus that many people get and that can have deadly consequences for some but no one seems to think about it. I do think it should be part of the routine immunizations, and I will want my daughter to get it.

Muchnkin has been running around the house today in just her overalls.  It’s really cute.

And Sean - who still doesn’t have an Internet nickname, poor boy - is just in a diaper.
But what is with this weather?   We had snow just a month ago.  Now this.  How does it go from snow to this in such a short time?

This week my LJ friends list is making me think that perhaps I should have been watching Veronica Mars all this time.

Is it too late to join in now?

I think I saw about five minutes of one episode once.  But it might have been something else.

The Evolution of Dance.

Can’t. Stop. Laughing.

Hah!

And I love that he’ll do the funky chicken but just shakes his head when the music for the Macarena comes on.

My big girl used the toilet the other day!  I was so proud.  Alas, it hasn’t happened again since.

I think she would be potty trained by now if we hadn’t had the baby.  For one, I would have worked at it more with her if I hadn’t been hugely pregnant and tired all the time.  But mostly it’s just that she is nervous about being replaced and so still wants to pretend to be a baby whenever possible.

Anyway, she just had a huge growth spurt and has outgrown most of her diapers.  Darn.  I was thinking they would last her until she was out of them, but I guess it isn’t to be.  We’ve had her in disposables about half the time lately as a result, and oh do those things stink of chemical when wet.  Yuck.

So I need to make some more diapers for her because the pocket diapers we like are about twenty bucks each (Canadian) and we just can’t afford that.  Pocket diapers are basically a waterproof outer layer and a soft inner layer that wetness can pass through with a space in between where you can stick a folded up flat diaper or some other absorbant inner.  It’s as easy to put on as a disposable since it is all one piece when put together, but it comes apart so is easier to wash and dry than all-in-ones where the absorbant diaper and waterproof cover are sewn together.

I took some pictures for a diaper sewing list where people are fascinated by this sort of thing.  I thought I’d show them off here as well though just in case anyone is interested.

The inside:

I’ll admit I was in a big hurry (they don’t give me much time to sew) so I was a bit sloppy.  The velcro tabs are at slightly odd angles, and the elastic at one leg is just slightly tighter than the other.  But it works fine.

The outside:

See what I was talking about re. crooked tabs?  Oops.

And modeled by a monkey:

In other baby stuff news, I have a home-made stretchy wrap that is sort of like a Moby wrap.  I just finally dared to try to figure out how to get Sean onto my back in it, and I sort of got it to work. It took many false starts though, and he was cranky when I finally got it to work, so I took him back off just a minute later.  I’m not sure if he was cranky because he was uncomfortable or cranky because he was tired and annoyed with all the time and effort it took to get him up there.  I’ll have to try again sometime.

Overheard in our house the other day as she was quite excited about getting ready to go out and play:

“Pants? Pants? Morgan need pants! Shirt? Bra!  Morgan need bra!”

Um, no, sweetie.  You really, really don’t.

In other mock teenagerish behavior, she’s taken to shutting herself in her room.  When I open the door to let her out (she still can’t turn handles) she says “no no Mama” and shuts it again.  It’s been allowing me to get some housework done that I can’t do with her underfoot, so yay.

Sean is spending a couple of minutes in his swing, and he’s looking up and over at something intently with the cutest smile on his face.  I really want a picture of his smile, but I can’t get a good one from this angle/this far away, and every time I move closer to him with the camera he looks at me and quits smiling