The Queen's Rambles

I have the baby monitor on and am doing everything I can to keep from jumping up and running up the stairs like a bat out of hell every time she fusses. I’m trying to give it five minutes before the bats start flying. Thus far she’s been alone for an hour and seems to be well and truly asleep after a few bouts of fussing. I’m amazed. And guilty. What if she neeeeeds me? What if Erik would have slept if I would have left him alone? But if she needs me I will go. Erik? Well. We tried sleep training. The boy could sustain a scream for hours. Elsa isn’t screaming, just fussing around a little. Big difference. I would have known the difference back then, right? Maybe not.

Other reason to feel guilt: I’m letting Erik play Indiana Jones while I type this. We should be doing something real, but it’s not worth the fight and I’m enjoying a little me-time.

Last reason to feel guilt: Erik doesn’t eat his lunch at camp. Today he ate one cookie and a bag of fruit snacks. Yesterday he ate a bag of fruit snacks and three pretzels. I pack a lot of different things that I know he likes and, of course, he chooses the nutritionally bankrupt items that are sent as a little treat, not a main meal. We had a long talk about putting good stuff into our bodies so maybe tomorrow will be better but I’m not holding my breath.

At least he’s totally into camp now. I knew he would be, but it’s hard to leave your kid when he doesn’t want to be left. He also picked a new pair of tennis shoes–the tackiest things you’ve ever seen. Not only does the heel light up, the whole blim-blamming toe lights up. Fire Sketchers! Whoo-hoo! *gag gag*

Oh well. I’m sure I didn’t have the best taste in the world when I was four. I walked around telling everyone I was a blue fairy.

I just got an e-mail from GoodMama. They are the ones that sent me a bunch of diapers with bad snaps and that weren’t waterproof. It has taken them forever to get back to me, but finally they e-mailed me a refund for some of the diapers and for my return postage. They are mailing the other repaired diapers back. Hopefully I can sell them, though I feel guilty when I try to sell things that I think are total crap. But some people swear by these diapers so I don’t know. Maybe I just got unlucky.

After all my swearing off of work-at-home moms for diapers, I went out and bought a gauze baby wrap on Etsy. I got wonderful service and a beautiful wrap from babyette.net. I thought I loved my Moby, but I didn’t even know what wrap love was. This new wrap is about a bajillion times lighter, which is great for summer. It isn’t stretchy, so it feels a lot more secure to me and the baby isn’t dragging down by my knees after an hour of wear. The price was great, too. Some of the brand name gauze wraps are upwards of $150! Holy crap! I know fabric is expensive, but I can’t justify that for six yards of fabric with serged edges.

Now we just have to figure out what we are going to do regarding baby transportation on our Oregon trip. She won’t be quite steady enough to sit in our dedicated airport umbrella stroller. I don’t think our snap & go will fold down correctly with the car seat attached to it and she is traveling as a lap infant so we won’t be able to bring the baby seat onto the plane. I love carrying her in the wrap for short amounts of time (an hour or two) but after that it starts bothering my back. It would be really good to have her wrapped up on my lap on the plane, though, since it would mean I have free hands. I guess we’ll just go with the wrap but it would be so nice to have a stroller. Our cheapie stroller is not good for travel, actually, because it is so cheap it flips over when you hang bags on it but I am not taking our good stroller. The cheapie has only been used at airports and after 8 trips or so it is beat all to hell. I don’t want my good stroller to get beaten up by the baggage guys.

Maybe I’ll make Mike bring along the front carrier so he can carry her sometimes too. Traveling with an infant is just oh-so-much fun /sarcasm.

And there is a real scream. Guess I’m done.