The Queen's Rambles

Howdy! It’s been awhile. I suppose some people go four days without posting and don’t feel weird, but not me. I don’t feel guilty, but I do feel. . . discombobulated. If only Erik and Elsa would get on the same rest/sleep schedule I might have some time to myself. By the time Elsa goes to sleep I am d-o-n-e for the day.

She got to have a big milestone on her two month birthday. We all got to meet cool internet people, StrangeDave and Davesangel on LJ. They were here for a very not-fun reason, but we had a fun afternoon visiting with them. I love meeting my internet people. They really are real! And they brought gifts! Ann made really cute hooded towels that will last a long time. She also spoiled me with a beautiful wrap/scarf thing in my favorite color.

At two months Elsa is finally starting to wake up a little. She likes to imitate the things we do like sticking out our tongues or opening our mouths. She’s also finally starting to coo and recognize us. She’s a daddy’s girl all the way and totally lights up when he enters the room. Also, that girl can pout! She is such a B@dorek baby. I didn’t even realize Erik wasn’t a pouter until she stuck out her lower lip. I started laughing because it is a habit she comes by honestly. I may have stuck out my lower lip just a teeny-tiny bit on one or two occasions.

I already have my period back. TMI, I know, but it is unfair and I want to whine about it. I have been in an incredibly foul mood. Melt your bones, foul. Turn your soul into ashes, foul. I had a meeting with my mothers group last night and thought I was going to get into a ultimate cage fight with one of the other women. I’m becoming much better at taking a hit now that I’m letting Erik rough house a little so I think I could take her. This woman is in two groups, which is not allowed. Now we see why–total conflict of interest! She keeps wanting to give her other group our free rental room. I was pretty hot under the collar last night when I explained to her that her other group has a simple solution to their problem. They just need to call the bank, find out when the room is available and change their meetings to that day. There is no flippin’ need for us to lose out on our free room. We have it twice a month and she thinks we only need it once a month.

I’ve also been surly with my dear son, but he deserves it most of the time. I was a super nice mommy today and bought him Jungle B’Jones (aka Indiana Jones Lego for the Wii). I’m just glad he is calling it Jungle B’Jones. He was calling it the Indian game and went up to every single person he met in Target and told them he had an Indian in his bag and asked if they wanted to see. I’m just glad we are in a place where saying Indian isn’t really rude. The Indians here are from India so I guess Indian is an acceptable term. In Oregon I probably would have got my ass kicked since you aren’t supposed to call Native Americans Indians.

Anyway, how did he repay my generousity? He threw a metal bucket at my leg. I didn’t see it coming, so couldn’t even dodge. My ankle is still bruised and sore. He knew he was in deep shit. He took off running, but I caught him. I’m not really even all that embarassed to say he had a bright red hand print on his butt that lasted well over an hour. We’re trying to make him wear underwear but it’s an uphill battle. I told him spankings hurt less with underwear, but since he is rarely spanked he doesn’t get it.

Why doesn’t he wear underwear? All the discussions end the same “but I just like people to look at my wiener.”

He’s a mans, man I suppose. He certainly is into violence. Ugh. I have to admit I am glad he’s not a wuss. We see wimpy boys out and about and they kind of grate on my nerves. Wimpy girls are grating too, but not in the same way. I never thought I was a sexist, but I guess I sort of am. I just wish boyishness didn’t involve so much hitting. Everything is POW! WHAM! KA-BOOM! WHAP! SPIDERMAN!

Yesterday we went to Romp ‘n Roll open gym that was fun for boys. There were seven rowdy little boys, three dads, me and Elsa. Elsa and I ended up in the lobby out of harm’s way. The boys had a blast throwing balls, jumping on the dads’ backs, and whapping the snot out of each other. I tried to control Erik, but with six other little boys and the dads all encouraging the behavior it was a lost cause.

We went back today and it was mostly really little kids so it took quite a bit of Mama intervention to rachet him down to an acceptable level of romping and rolling.

I’m boring myself. I’m sure interesting things have been happening. I’m just way too tired to think of them or to think of a clever way to word things. Bah! I am so ready to slap myself right now.