{"id":250,"date":"2010-08-31T14:40:53","date_gmt":"2010-08-31T21:40:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=250"},"modified":"2010-08-31T14:43:53","modified_gmt":"2010-08-31T21:43:53","slug":"long-time-no-post","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=250","title":{"rendered":"Long Time, No Post"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have no idea how long it&#8217;s been since I&#8217;ve posted.  New baby + no laptop=very sporadic posting.  That&#8217;s a compelling first sentence.  Not.<\/p>\n<p>Since last you&#8217;ve heard from me, I&#8217;ve decided I am fat, old and gross.  I informed Mike and he told me if I was a car my Car Fax report would be fine.  <\/p>\n<p>Nothing says romance like telling your wife her car fax report is fine.<\/p>\n<p>When I was younger I always thought that someday I would magically lose weight and be beautiful.  I was just waiting and waiting and praying and waiting and praying and waiting some more.<\/p>\n<p>Now I know better.  <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m past my prime and things are just going down hill from here.  I better learn to love myself now because it&#8217;s not going to get any prettier.  I&#8217;m never going to be skinny.  My face isn&#8217;t wrinkly now, but it eventually will be.  I don&#8217;t have gray hair yet, but I will some day.<\/p>\n<p>Could this crisis be brought on by my son?  Could hearing &#8220;You&#8217;re going to die someday&#8221; every five minutes be making me insane?  Possibly.<\/p>\n<p>He does say cute things, too.  Like today he wouldn&#8217;t get off my lap because he says he loves me so much and he&#8217;s always going to love me and when he&#8217;s a teenager he&#8217;s still going to love me and never go to school or work because he&#8217;s going to sit on my lap and love me.<\/p>\n<p>Also, he&#8217;s going to play video games instead of going to school, but that&#8217;s not as sweet as the loving mommy part.<\/p>\n<p>My mom is going to be here for five weeks in October.  I&#8217;m excited!  I might get some time to do some quilting and she might help me clean my house.  My house is an everlasting pit of despair.  I can no longer keep up.  Elsa is a wonderful, sweet baby but she&#8217;s at the point where she needs\/wants a lot of attention.  Attending to her needs is a lot more fun than mopping the floor.<\/p>\n<p>Except when she pinches my nipple with her little claws.<\/p>\n<p>My back is killing me these days.  It&#8217;s not like the spasm I had when I was on vacation.  Instead, it is shooting pains through my back, especially if I sit in a wooden chair.  Having a 20 pound baby <i>really<\/i> helps with that.  Not!<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t really do any baby wearing any more because of my back.  Oh well.  I never did any baby wearing with Erik, but that was because he was a screamer.  I subscribed to a babywearing community and got ticked off by their attitude, so it is just as well that I quit.  I am not an all or nothing sort of gal when it comes to a lot of parenting things.  You are not a bad parent if you use a stroller.  You are not a bad parent if you baby wear.  You can do both!  Imagine!  You can use whatever strategy works best for whatever situation you are in!  Amazing!  Seriously, this &#8220;all or nothing&#8221; attitude towards a lot of parenting issues wears me out.  Just the other day I was reading the blog of a woman I&#8217;ve read for years.  She has two boys about Erik&#8217;s age and made a really rude comment about people who feed their babies purees instead of doing baby led weaning.  Apparently if you feed your babies purees you are grabbing their faces and shoving a spoon down their throat and making them gag because you have control issues.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know about you, but I never grabbed Erik&#8217;s face when I was feeding him.  I am sure there are good things about baby led weaning, but it is not the end all and be all of baby feeding.  Purees are fine.  Using a spoon doesn&#8217;t mean you are traumatizing your baby.  <\/p>\n<p>I did traumatize Elsa the other day, though.  I gave her a tiny bit of banana.  She was not impressed.  Poor baby.<\/p>\n<p>At least she didn&#8217;t cry.  Not that I would expect her to cry.  She is the amazing non-crying baby.  When she gets mad she sticks her lower lip out and her eyebrows turn red.  If I would have had her before having Erik I wouldn&#8217;t have had a clue what to do with the boy.  Not that I had a clue anyway, but it would have been an even bigger shock to my system.  <\/p>\n<p>So anyone know the Swedish etiquette for giving wedding gifts when you aren&#8217;t invited to the wedding?  Apparently Mike&#8217;s niece got married this weekend, at least that&#8217;s what her Facebook status says.  She&#8217;s his niece so that&#8217;s one point for getting her a gift.  He found out about it on Facebook so that&#8217;s a deduction.  I suppose we will be classy and send something.<\/p>\n<p>Guess I better wrap this up.  I have a coupon for a free photobook from Shutterfly if I can just get it put together by tomorrow.  Not holding out much hope for that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have no idea how long it&#8217;s been since I&#8217;ve posted. New baby + no laptop=very sporadic posting. That&#8217;s a compelling first sentence. Not. 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