Cutiemom

Because we all die.  Goodness, why am I so morbid today??  I think it's just because I'm trying to go fast, here.

Nope, just been extremely busy lately.  Baby's taking a nap, and I've been trying to catch up on some reading.

Updates:

Turns out WashU is giving me the same full ride + fellowship package they offered before, so we'll be moving back.
I've been trying to brush up on my French lately, reading books, watching movies and joining a mother-baby group.
I've been very brave lately when it comes to getting out of the house, going to meetings and meetups, etc.
I've joined a program... well, maybe I'll talk about it and maybe I won't, but it's fantastic and it's brought back my optimism and self-confidence.
A. seems to have doubled in size.  His fists are like small hams (don't know why, but that's the image that sticks).  My boobs have appropriately shrunken.

OK, I'll try to update more in the future *wince*.  I leave you with this, which made me LOL:

Duggars

I can't seem to tear myself away.

I've been a member since Nov 2007 but never did A-NY-THING with my account until tonight.  Oh, glorious tonight.

I'm salivating.  I think I'd rather look at the projects and imagined the finished beauty, than actually do them.  I know I'm going to get through ONE of those color stranding mittens and be done-diddly-done, but I can't help it.  I'm hooked.

Now.  If I could only get through this God-awful, soul-sucking Debbie Bliss wrap pattern that is almost surely too small for A. already... *sigh*  But I must.  I simply must.  Mustn't I?  Why does Debbie Bliss insist on having you knit things in 20,000 tiny pieces and then seaming them?  Why??

Should I give up?  Please help me.

Don't worry, that was a *contented* sigh.  Today is shaping up rather fantastically!

I woke up this morning at 10:15!!!  No, I couldn't believe it, either.  And guess who continued to sleep until 10:45, allowing me to get my disgusting house in order?  Yes, it was A.!

When he woke up, he just laid on his tummy in his co-sleeper for a while, hanging out and looking adorable with his big eyes wide open- and his mouth, too!

When I got him out he was smiling all over the place.  I took off his diaper and gave him naked time in front of the sunny window and he was cooing, smiling and slithering all over the place.

Yesterday was his first time REALLY rolling over, all the way, all by himself.  So since he's discovered he can do that, he's been doing it nonstop (from his back to his tummy).

And today, he went the other way, too!  And he got a lot closer to crawling.  He was just so happy, maybe because he was so well-rested.  He had 2 vaccinations on Tuesday so he was a wee bit cranky yesterday and maybe didn't sleep so well because of that.

AND I got some milk pumped, too.  Yeah!   AND I made lunch on time and cleaned the kitchen.  We haven't eaten out AT ALL for over a week, which is extraordinary for us.  I think it's because when M. comes home, instead of it being a *burden* to cook, it's actually a *break* from watching the baby all day.  Don't get me wrong, I heart the little guy way too much, but sometimes it's a little energy-sapping to entertain him all day.

Speaking of loving the little guy, it seems like I love him more every day.  Don't know how the other ladies feel, but I didn't really bond with him intensely from the beginning.  It really has been building for me.  Now I'm so sappy, and so is M.  We both admitted to each other that when details came out about John Travolta's son dying in his arms, we got so sad.  I just couldn't take thinking about how his parents must have thought about their son when he was a little baby, holding him in their arms :((( 

Ugh, so sad.  I never felt this way before, but something subtle has changed.  I also *truly* think babies are the cutest.  I used to ooh and ahh over them probably mostly because I felt I should.  But now for some reason they really are the cutest things.

OK, I'm starting to get boring.  I'm off!

I don't follow "The Hills," but I have seen a lot about these two weirdos, "Heidi & Spencer" on one of the sites I shamelessly follow: www.thesuperficial.com.

Question: Why is Spencer Pratt looking so eeevil lately?  He's always just looked like a goof-face, but ever since the (fake?) wedding, he's been looking like some sort of young, slender, evil Norwegian Santa.  Is it the beard?  Or is it something more sinister?

Why is everybody on "Mommy" forums so passive-aggressively competitive?

It starts during pregnancy, like this:

Poster 1: "Hi, I'm just looking for support because I've been nauseous for the first 5 months of my pregnancy and now I've started projectile vomiting 3 times every day.  Will it ever end??"

Poster 2: "Mmm, can't help, I was never, ever nauseous during pregnancy.  Not even a day.  But hang in there, *hugs*!"

Or this:

Poster 1: "I haven't gained any weight yet and I'm giving birth next week.  I've actually lost weight and been offered a modeling contract :O  Anybody else have this happen??"

Posters 2-30: "I've gained 2 pounds, I'm so jealous of you!!"  Right.

Then it starts with the "My little shit did this so early, isn't that fantastic?"

Poster: "Kayleigh Banjo Tanner Hayden Ryder is sitting up already!  Is that normal for a 2-day-old baby?  I don't know.  Can everyone congratulate me on my wonder-child genius??"  (OK, they usually don't say the last thing, but it's totally implied.)

Save the bragging for people who care.  Like immediate family or those who happen to accidentally read the crap on your blog.

Am I getting sick?  I have a scratchy throat and I'm feeling tired.  Well, it has been 2 years, maybe I'm due..

Jeez.  I can't cope with motherhood in "well" times, what am I going to do??  A. is also showing signs of funny business- a little nasal discharge and a desire to nurse and sleep most of the day.  Easy for him!!

We are doing Elimination Communication and it is AWESOME.  Someday *sigh* I will get around to blogging about it.

Bref, A. is using about 3 diapers a day.  Yup, we are catching that much, er, "elimination."  It is SO fun, I tell you.  Maybe I'll post a pic of him on his Baby Bjorn Little Potty (BBLP for those in-the-know, wink).  But I don't want to be accused of being some sort of child pornographer.

A tongue papercut.  While licking Holiday cards.  More disgusting to think about than painful.

Don't know if I've touched on how viciously I hate loud motorcycles.  But it's worse now that I have a baby.

What's the purpose of a loud motorcycle?  To announce your presence and coolness by blowing out everyone's eardrums?

I could just as well announce my presence by going up to your ear and shouting repeatedly into it, but it's annoying, isn't it.

Loud motorcycles = same concept.

Except that when you have a baby, it's like you're yelling in my baby's ear as well.  Which is definitely not cool.

If you roar by me on a loud motorcycle, I will promptly tell anyone and everyone in the vicinity that I wish I could pick up your motorcycle and throw it in the garbage. 

And if I could catch you, I would.

I just spent, like, 1 hour prepping all the ingredients for our dinner tonight.  Indian food, why are you so time-consuming?

My BIL just moved to Milan for his job, which means I'm insanely jealous of my SIL.  Grrr.  They will also be staying in London part of the year.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!