Random
I went to Chuck E. Cheese for the first time ever. Erik was so excited that he was running in the parking lot, yelling “YAHOOOOOO!!!!”. He had fun, but not as much fun as he imagined. He wasn’t very good at getting tickets or playing the games. It was not nearly as gross and dirty as I imagined. I always hear people talk about how disgusting it is, but I thought it was quite clean and well kept. They must have a good manager.
I would even consider doing a birthday party there, except the big rodent in a costume FREAKED Erik out. Nothing ever scares him, but he was sitting on my lap, whimpering, when the mouse was out. I think he’s more interested in a more active party anyway.
I just found out that I sort of went to college and sort of know, but only by name, a New York Times bestselling author. Aren’t you impressed? Mike wasn’t. “So. . . did you ever even talk to this person?” Ummm. No. But I recognize the name! Isn’t that enough?
The book is called Heaven is for Real if you’re interested in that type of book. Basically this guy’s four year old son died on the operating table. When they brought the boy back to life he had a big story to tell about going to heaven. Being the skeptical atheist that I am, I’m not particularly interested even if I am willing to tell you that I sort-of-but-not-really-at-all know a bestselling author. I only know about the book because I know the little boy’s aunt and she is posting about it on Facebook a lot. Heck, I’d be posting about it too if I was related to a New York Times bestseller. Can I say that enough? Why do I like those words? Because I wish I was a New York Times bestseller? Maybe I will be one day. I think that requires me to actually write something, though, so the dream is probably dead.
My newest crazy project? I think I am going to do what I said I would never, ever, ever do and sew a diaper. I bought all this PUL for a project and now that project is dead so I need to do something useful with it. I just have to wait until Feb so I can buy some microfleece and elastic. I’ve been looking at patterns and reading directions and it doesn’t sound as hard as I thought it would be.
I had someone desperate to buy these crappy GoodMama One diapers that I posted about and guess what? She dropped off the face of the earth without a simple “never mind.” Grrrr. I have two other people interested, which I’ve communicated to her, but still she refuses to pick up the keyboard and say “no thanks.” I hate to be a rude biddy, but I finally sent her a message with a deadline. I need to get these diapers out of here. I was worried that maybe she didn’t have access to her computer or something, but then I realized her profile on FB is public and she is just not responding to me so I don’t feel nearly as bitchy about giving her the deadline.
Is it time for my nap yet? I had a sneezing fit in middle of our 4 am nursing session and it woke Elsa up. Bah. Then I finally got her back to sleep, only to realize she had a poopy diaper at 6 in the freakin’ morning. Why, baby? Why you do that to mommy? Mike offered to let me sleep in late, but I had so much to do that I couldn’t even take him up on the offer.
Does someone want to come here and start an afternoon summer camp no more than ten minutes from my house? I’m starting to get a little depressed thinking about this summer. I love Erik. Love, love, love him. He’s funny, smart, charming and all around 94% perfect. But he’s social. He needs activities. Activities that I am not in charge of. But having him somewhere, often somewhere way far away that involves rush hour traffic, at 9 am? Why would we put ourselves through that? He is often not even out of bed until 9:30. I know this will all come to a crashing halt in late August when he starts kindergarten, but why borrow trouble before then? If it was just him, I could get a move on a little earlier, but Elsa is also a late riser and the thought of having both of them and myself ready to be out the door by 8:45 (or earlier depending on the camp we choose) makes me want to claw my eyes out.
I must do some more searching around, I guess. So far I’ve just looked at camps put on by our county rec department. There are some generic ones pretty close by, but all the cool themed camps are so far away that they aren’t really in the realm of possibility. It would be good to save money anyway, right? It’s not like I would be sending him to camp every single week. Last year he just went for four weeks. He said it was the most fun he’d ever had in his life, which is one reason I want to send him again. I want him to have fun. Non-Mom provided fun.
Oh well. We need to pinch our pennies so we can go to Vancouver this summer.
What else?
TV! I watch a lot of TV while Elsa is nursing. Outsourced is probably my favorite comedy right now, though I didn’t care for the movie it is based on. My favorite new show of the season, Terriers, was already canceled. I just started watching Detroit 1-8-7 and the last episode was so good it gave me shivers. Then I found out they are likely canceling it and probably won’t even be airing the conclusion to the last episode. Bah. This is why I stick with shows I don’t care about: Top Chef and so forth. Anyone watch America’s Next Top Baker or whatever it was called? The one with Buddy the cake boss? I watched Top Chef: Just Desserts this summer so was expecting work on par with that. The poor bakers they got for this show? Oh my. They are sad. So, so sad.
I really wanted to like Hawaii Five-Oh but it puts me to sleep. I tried watching the US version of Being Human and don’t understand what they did to it. Did they try to make it with US characters but make it exactly like the British version? It even seems to be set in Britain. What’s the point? It was so terrible I couldn’t make it past the 30 minute mark.
At least Fringe is back! But they moved it to Fridays, which is the kiss of death I’m told. Booo! And White Collar is back! My DVR messed it up, but I found it OnDemand so I could be happy.
Have I really resorted to listing all my shows? I’m sad. I should be taking pictures of my kids and posting them. I think Elsa may have strawberry-blonde hair. Or maybe it is all the pink reflecting off her clothes.
Speaking of clothes, I think I may try to get together a lot to take to the Tot Swap. Basically you register and tag your clothes with prices you set, then drop them off at a big weekend event. I’ve never done it before, but I have so many barely worn things that are just dying for a new home that maybe it would be worth it. I no longer use our consignment shop b/c they are a total rip-off and I don’t like the people running it.