March 10, 2008

• Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

  Make sure it's a pitchfork, and aim for the eyes.  It'll work better that way. 

  The baby just started crawling, what, last week?  Today, I had my back turned to her while cleaning up some lunch, or something...I don't remember what, but it doesn't matter.  It could've been ooze from invading aliens, but it doesn't progress the story. 

  Anyway, I had my back turned, and, as I turned around to make sure I got all the ooze, I saw the baby standing up, hanging onto the side of our futon, and walking along the floor. 

  WTF.

  Then she attempted to climb onto it to get whatever toy had been placed there by her brother.

  I was NOT READY for cruising this week. 

  Also, as I'd noted in my previous post, she's a talker.  Mind you, most of it is baby babble that we've managed to translate, but she really does say things that have meaning.  She did say something that particularly sounded like "oh crap" a week ago, about the same day that Brandon asked me what "fucker" meant.  Gotta love that.  For those of you who wish your children talked more, let me just say OH NO YOU DON'T.

  Brandon is a talker.  He probably gets it from my mother and myself.  I spent so much time alone with him, with nobody else to talk to, and I like to talk, that it probably rubbed off.  That and the fact that if he and my mother play The Quiet Game, they're tied for the loss.  I'm so glad he loves to talk to me, and am glad that he can talk so well and on so many subjects (lately, it's how his life resembles this or that computer game), but for cryin' out loud, I'd just love a few seconds of quiet.  Between him and the baby's shrieks and babble, it's like a zoo here.  THERE'S ONLY TWO CHILDREN!  In fact, my mom said it sounded like a zoo today, and that was during a relatively quiet moment!

  I've been reading http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/ for a few months now, and the latest entries are scary real.  She's such a funny mom, much like some of my subscribers, and always seems so on top of everything...and then...!   You'll have to read it to understand.  But it scares me, because I often find myself on the cusp of sanity / insanity, and I worry what happens when I get pushed over the edge.  How many parents openly talk about how insane being a parent is?  I love my family, and would do it all over again in a heartbeat, but isn't there at least a merit badge we can get?  I can totally understand why the childfree choose not to have children, though it's not a choice for me. 

  By the way, we're trying diligently to get the house in somewhat of a presentable state.  I used to have these great seasonal parties - I'd usually have one for Halloween, and another for St. Patrick's day, and I don't think I've done that since Brandon was 18 1/2 months old, so I really miss it.  I miss having friends over, and having them ooh and aah over all the food I've cooked.  I don't get out a lot anymore for so many reasons, though really, I never truly did get out much once I quit my job...so anyway, I'm really hoping to have a presentable house by baby's first birthday, though it really would be more fun to have a pool party at my parent's house.  I just get tired of my mom worrying about the details because she won't let me worry about them.

  Okay, as long as I have a little quiet in the house, I'm going to get caught up on my subscriptions.  I apologize for not being around a lot lately, I've really missed all my Xanga friends.  I'll buy you a virtual beer, because I am going to drink all the real ones.  Except I'm out.

  Like always.  

  EDIT:  Also, for those interested:  Melena-beana is 9 months old and 17.9 pounds - still a tiny little thing, but she's gaining about a pound a month.  In fact, she gained 1.9 pounds this past month.  She's got fat little legs, and a little watermelon belly, and round little cheeks, so she's chubby, but still little.  I'll try to post photos tomorrow, if I forget, someone beat me about the head and neck. 

  Oh, and she likes cheerios, pancakes, sandwiches, and whatever else we'll let her eat.  She also likes to feed cheerios to the rest of us.  I don't like the gooey ones. 

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