chocolate chip cookies are the world’s greatest food. where would i be today if my husband had not offered me ccc the first time we talked??? probably at a bulk barn somewhere, wondering how many chocolate chips can fit in a baggy and fighting with an old lady for the coveted pen-on-a-string…
so imagine my elation about these cookies for increasing milk supply.
“i must eat this entire batch of cccs, it’s for my health and the babe’s.”
the onceler’s birthday is this week. she was telling me about getting old, and i immediately assumed she was talking about me. gahh i still have not settled into the big 3-0. “3” to her is “old,” so i must be a dinosaur. perhaps that is why she has been telling me jokes about a dinosaur who does not share his ice cream. but i digress: she has requested a pizza party. how does one make a fun pizza for a child who is allergic to dairy?
i have already taught her the ‘party! PIZZA party!” chant. remember that game??? so there is no turning back now.
sorry i have not been keeping up. i have been under a lot of stress and haven’t made time to post. i did want to come by and acknowledge how amazing my mom friends have been to me. if you’re having a hard time- reach out! i guarantee you there are others of us who feel the same, have gone through the same, want to tear the hair out of the same people… thanks my friends, you rock!
i wrote a resume last week for the first time since 2006. now there is an ‘interests’ section? i was told- for places that get a ton of resumes- that’s sometimes all they look at! dear god, i have no interests. i work and i wipe poop. my boobs provide the sustenance for an entire human being, what other talents do i have time to nurture? this is a sad state of affairs.
i remembered, foggily, that i used to like to read once. so i started water for elephants tonight. wow! i did like reading. i’ve got to make time for this literary sh!t more often…
what’s your lost art?
lets talk non-western medicine for a sec. because after talking genitan violet with one of my mom friends, i realized these medicines are so much more fun than what MDs prescribe.
i used maca root when it was taking entirely too long to get pregnant. the babe became my little parasite that month. it’s supposed to be good for the sex drive on top of anecdotally helping get knocked up. but i don’t think there’s anyway to quantify that. because if you don’t want to have sex, you’re probably not going to get pregnant…
i’ve also found gatorade and bananas cure every hangover.
what remedies do you use?
p.s. if you were scratching your head about genitan violet:
this image is from zygotedaddy. he seems quite lovely by email.
he was not attempting to turn his child into an oompa loompa. just cure a nasty case of thrush.
i’ve talked to some of you about how the onceler was not a fan of this whole “preschool” set-up when she first started.
but little by little she is getting it and warming up to the whole routine there. she’s getting into circle time and playing at the “park” there.
it’s so hard to know if you’ve made the right decisions about school for them. which school? when to start? what class should she be in? what to wear???
do you guys remember anything from your preschool? i have one memory: trying to get away from the pincher. why did that boy always go for the sensitive spot on the back of my upper arm? i hope karma bit you in the ass eventually pinchy…
an accurate depiction of her feelings towards preschool
this month i ‘celebrate’ a milestone birthday and i am not at all pleased about it. ry is trying to get me to go to dinner at this fancy italian place in town. it has really amazing pasta and all, but really we love it because they serve you wine in a coffee mug while you are waiting outside for a table. however, all the free wine in the italy won’t keep me outta my 30s.
i started playing around on this site today. because women in their 30s are much cooler and better put together than me. i best catch up.
how do you like to celebrate your birthday?
i cannot get these two songs out of my head:
not because i think pregnant women are smug. or that sydney is innocent.
what’s in your head (other than these two songs now!)?
holy cr*p. stressful week. you know it is bad when you start getting angry at your two year old for not putting her arms through her sleeves fast enough. doesn’t she know i have to change the babe’s diaper and get her to preschool and prep for this meeting and maybe just maybe actually eat something myself??
then i went to the acupuncturist and he told me my “homework” was to stand facing the sun with my eyes closed for 5 minutes. like a flower. what?! i barely have time to breathe. and i’m sure if flowers had legs they would probably go do something useful. instead of just letting bees get all up in their shit and steal their nectar. stupid flowers.
but he is right. and so is the onceler. i feel a little bad for getting mad at her for acting her age, but i was reassured by many a mom friend that this is normal. whew. because i already do enough to screw my kids up.
any stress relief tips/ you-don’t-suck-as-a-mom-i-do-that-too anecdotes greatly appreciated 🙂
i’ve been talking to a couple of my mom friends who are having a helluva time getting their kiddos to sleep. so let’s pool resources. how do you put your babes to sleep? if you have time, give an age ref too.
the onceler:
birth- 4 months or so~ nurse to sleep. for an hour or more at each go.
4- 8 months~ walk in the stroller or ergo. nursing to sleep still works at night.
8-12 months~ dance i think? it’s all a blur now.
12-15 months~ plead with various deities.
15 months on~ magically sleeps through the night. loves her bed and asks to go to sleep. who knew?
the babe:
birth- nearly 4 months~ nurse, burp, play, rock/ stairclimb, sleep. rinse, lather repeat. but now that i’ve written that out i’m totally screwed right?
stolen stock photo.
my mom friends 