Twenty-five Minutes
*I had exactly 25 minutes to post before the pizza was ready (assuming Elsa doesn’t wake up). I was only going to post. Why did I let myself get sucked into FB?
*I bought Erik a weapon. Green light saber. Oh my. I said I would never do that, but when the other kids on the street all have them and tell him he’s not allowed to play with them unless he has a weapon. . . well. . .what’s a mom to do? Be PC or let kids be kids?
*Erik is obsessed with dying. Bedtimes have been horrible lately. He cries and cries, almost working himself into hysterics. “I’m going to miss you so much when you die! Don’t die!” I explain, and explain that I won’t die until he’s a great big man with kids of his own. I even broke down and told him that when I die I’ll go up to the clouds and watch over him (if I can let him believe in Santa, why can’t I let him believe that even if I don’t believe it? Ohhhhhh. Personal moral quandry. Sorry to those who do believe in heaven. I just don’t. Sort of wish I did since it’s a really nice idea.)
*I’ve been going through huge stacks of baby clothes. Some people really need a lesson on doing laundry. I can’t stand dingy looking clothes, but one person who gives me clothes has nothing but dingy stuff. I’d really prefer not to get anything from her, but how do I tell her that? Do I invite myself over to give her a laundry lesson?
*I hate having a period. I hate it even more when I can’t use my Diva Cup. I forgot to order a new size after my last period and now I’m paying the price. I have my new size on order, but that’s not helping me this time. I forgot how messy and gross and just. . . UGH. . .the whole thing is. I almost broke down and went to Whole Foods to buy one, but I called and they were $10 more than one online (including shipping). I don’t think you normally ever have to buy a new size, but months of forced celibacy will do that to a person I guess. When will these kids start sleeping at a decent hour?
*Elsa’s four month check-up was yesterday. She’s up to 19 lb 9 oz and 25.5 inches. So off the charts for weight, 70th percentile for height and 95th for head circumference. Nice, healthy baby. The doctor asked if I had any concerns, then just laughed at me when I said “ummmmm. She’s just so happy. She never cries. Is that ok?” For awhile I was worried she had something mentally wrong with her since she’s always so happy, but she is very curious, alert and engaged. I guess there’s just a such thing as a happy baby. I didn’t know that was a possibility when Erik was a baby. Our parenting philosophy with him was “whatever makes the baby stop screaming” but since this baby doesn’t cry we aren’t constantly trying to figure things out.
*It’s too bad our trip to Oregon was so painful. Otherwise it would have been very pleasant. My family actually behaved themselves pretty well and there wasn’t as much dog hair. My mom had to put down her basset mix and that cut the dog hair down by at least 3/4. Before, you could sweep every hour and get enough hair to knit a plus sized sweater every time. This time you only had to sweep every four or five hours.
*Erik was pretty funny this time. He noticed that the house is a lot dirtier than our house and kept commenting that he didn’t want to walk around barefoot because it was yucky. He really didn’t want to use my dad’s bathroom because it was nasty (I won’t go in there). He also kept asking the cousins why they didn’t wash their faces (not like he looked any better). It will be interesting as he gets older. I wonder how long we will be able to visit and have him enjoy his cousins. They are in a totally different world. I feel really bad for the kids.
*There’s the buzzer. Guess I posted more than I thought, but with a lot less detail.