{"id":185,"date":"2010-05-28T19:47:07","date_gmt":"2010-05-29T02:47:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=185"},"modified":"2010-05-28T19:47:07","modified_gmt":"2010-05-29T02:47:07","slug":"perspective","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=185","title":{"rendered":"Perspective"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I guess it&#8217;s really true that the second child gets short shrift.  That&#8217;s already happened in numerous ways, from lack of documenting every single detail of the pregnancy to lack of pictures of every single expression she makes.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a small sample of things that <i>never<\/I> would have happened with Erik.<\/p>\n<p>1)  I never would have left him unbuckled in his bouncy seat, EVER.  Thus I never would have walked in and found him face flat on the floor.  How does a newborn flip out of a bouncy seat?<br \/>\n2)  I never would have let him cry without checking on him for more than 15 seconds.  Thus I would have found him, face flat on the floor, a lot sooner.<br \/>\n3)  I never would have forgotten his blankie.  Thus I never would have had to wrap him up in a dishtowel at a MOMS Club potluck.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s about all I&#8217;ve got tonight.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m the new editor of our MOMS Club newsletter and am quickly re-learning the number one lesson that three years of editing <a href=\"http:\/\/www.mosaicminds.net\">Mosaic Minds<\/a> taught me.  People will never meet deadlines.  And the Mosaic Minds people <i>wanted<\/i> to be writerly.  How am I ever going to get the new board members to give me their two paragraph biographies?  They were due yesterday.  It wouldn&#8217;t be that big of a deal, but I keenly remember the other lesson of Mosaic Minds&#8211;get the writing in front of as many eyes as possible before publishing.  There will be stupid typos and errors no matter how many great editors look it over.  I am not working with a bunch of writers on this project, so I really need to get it out early to the other board members and beg them to look it over for reals instead of just saying &#8220;looks great!&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Did you guys hear the scare about sun screen?  It causes cancer or something?  Will someone research that and get back to me?  I just hear rumors and don&#8217;t really have time to look it up myself.  I have been *gasp* cleaning and organizing my house while the baby sleeps.  I am not the best housekeeper by any stretch of the imagination, but lately I&#8217;ve got a hankering to have things put in drawers instead of in piles all over my house.   I don&#8217;t want to end up being a hoarder.  Not that I would.  I am ruthless about giving this away on freecycle, but we still have too much stuff.  Or maybe we just don&#8217;t have enough room?  One of these years I&#8217;ll have my dream McMansion and we&#8217;ll have so much room I won&#8217;t have to have piles.  Except?  I know that the more room we have, the more junk I collect.<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of getting rid of stuff, my mom took all Erik&#8217;s old 3T and 4T clothes back to Oregon.  I was sort of torn about giving them to my sister since I know she things Erik dresses like a dork and I figured she wouldn&#8217;t use them.  I guess she doesn&#8217;t have quite the same fashion sense when it comes to her step-grandson.  <\/p>\n<p>My mom confused me yesterday by referring to the &#8220;four kids.&#8221;  It turns out that my sister&#8217;s step-son dropped his 3 year old off two weeks ago and hasn&#8217;t been back for him.  My sister has been in contact with the mother of the kid and she said she might &#8220;drop by to say hi.&#8221;  Uhhhh.  So they just abandoned their little boy with my sister?  She shouldn&#8217;t even have custody of her three kids because she can&#8217;t take care of herself!  Granted, her house is a much safer environment than their place, but that&#8217;s not saying much.  It makes me so angry that these people are able to reproduce and give their children such shitty lives when I know so many people who desperately want children and would make fantastic parents.  Reason number one why I can&#8217;t believe in God any more.  No God I want to believe in would do that to innocent children and the people who would take good care of the innocent children.  <\/p>\n<p>Isn&#8217;t that just a cheery note?  <\/p>\n<p>Speaking of not believing, I find that aggressive atheists are just as annoying as aggressive religious people.  I guess it&#8217;s the first time I&#8217;ve ever encountered aggressive atheists.  I don&#8217;t like to be told what to think by any one, even if I agree with the sentiments.  Why can&#8217;t every body just believe what they want to believe, as long as they don&#8217;t hurt other people?  Of course, that&#8217;s a big part of the problem.  People can&#8217;t just let others be.  They have to try to control the world to make it fit their own moral code.  <\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t even control a four year old, so how am I going to control the world&#8217;s moral code?  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I guess it&#8217;s really true that the second child gets short shrift. That&#8217;s already happened in numerous ways, from lack of documenting every single detail of the pregnancy to lack of pictures of every single expression she makes. 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