The Queen's Rambles

I guess Elsa is teething. I thought we were over the biting thing, but no. She walks up and bites my arm, my chest, Erik’s arm, whatever she can get her teeth on. She just bit my nipple again and wouldn’t release it, much like a pitbull.

I am done.

She can have warmed up cows milk. She is not getting anything straight from the source anymore. The pain is too much to bear.

Now, can I bear all the crying and begging and lifting of my shirt that is bound to happen? I know plenty of 16 month olds that are no longer nursed. They all seem to survive just fine.

I just don’t know what to do with a crying baby, other than sticking my boob in its face.

Today is not the day to mess with me, though. I am way too hormonal and have no patience at all. Not only is Elsa acting like a mini-vampire, her brother just can’t keep his body off me. Why, why, WHY does he have to be ON TOP of me every waking minute of the day? We talk about my bubble space. I swat him away. He just does not care and he’s so danged boney. ARGH!

I’m so fun today.

We got another big kindergarten packet yesterday. I can’t believe he’s starting kindergarten! When I was a sub I wanted nothing to do with kindergarten. They were so small, helpless and wiggly. Yet he seems so big and mature. Yet still helpless about some things. I suppose I should teach him to tie a bow some day.

We went to a birthday party for our neighbor girl yesterday and Erik was the only boy. What a difference between boys and girls. Poor Erik was really out of his element with all these girls that didn’t want to run and jump and shoot things. I met a couple of really fun ladies. I was excited because I was going to invite one to join my MOMS Club, but then I found out she works full time. She was mad that MOMS Club is just for stay-at-home moms, but that’s just the way it is. The club can’t be everything to all people. In general, stay-at-home moms don’t want to hang out doing kid stuff on the weekends. For most people I know, those are family days and freedom days. Work day week days are the days we need support from other moms and activities for our children.

I am just glad they are done resealing our road. They had it closed off for over 24 hours, which was a major pain. The kids loved it, though. After all the work was done and the cars were all gone, they had a whole big area to ride their bikes and scooters. It was kind of spooky looking to see such emptiness, but it did make for a lot of neighborly meetings. Everyone had to park far away and walk up the hill to their houses.

Our first parking spot was across a major road and we almost died. I had a big bag of swimming stuff attached on a stroller hook. The hook broke while we were in middle of the road. I managed to get the bag, the stroller and Erik back onto the median of the road, but it gave me a heart attack. Erik FREAKED out about the stupid hook and darted back into the road to save it. My god. I about died. Thankfully the only truck coming saw what was going on, came to a complete stop, and waved us through. I was about to kill the boy for almost getting himself killed. The whole walk up to the car, he was freaking out about the stupid hook. I guess he was fixated. Nice that he wanted to keep it, I guess, but it was just not a good scene.

Later, I decided I was never walking across that road again so I got lucky and found a visitor spot on the road below us. Still a horrible, hilly walk but at least there was less chance of death.

As I was poking around, trying to find a short-cut to our place an older lady came out of her house and started telling me what beautiful children I have. Then she said she was an artist and wanted to take pictures of them so she could draw them. We went to her house (why yes, I am just stupid and will end up the victim of a serial killer) and she got her camera and some bubbles. I blew bubbles and she took pictures of them out in the sun, so it will be interesting to see what she comes up with. She showed me several of her drawings and they were really good. She says she used to be a high school art teacher.

So that was that and now I am going to go do something even more interesting: watch more “Torchwood: Miracle Day.” I’ve only seen a couple of Dr. Who episodes and they were pretty cheesy so I didn’t add it to my roster. I’m really liking this series, though, so may go back and watch the rest of “Torchwood” since it is on Netflix streaming. Maybe I’ll become a “Dr. Who” fan after all.

Heh. The one time I decided I was going to watch “Torchwood” a couple of years ago, I somehow got confused and ended up watching “Being Human.” I’m really glad because the UK version is awesome.