Queen of Rambles

Just how long can a couple of D batteries keep a swing swinging? I may need to buy stock in a battery company, since batteries seem to be a major necessity with a baby in the house. We’ve got swings, bouncy things, singing things, boob milking things, and picture-taking things. It’s amazing how much crap we think we need in order to take care of the baby. In truth, we obviously don’t need anything of the sort, but it sure is nice to live in a technologically advanced world. Stinky Butt has been in the swing for almost two hours and is sleeping soundly. Hooray!

I’ve decided that I need to get a job as a scrapbook journaler for a scrapbook magazine. In an effort to make my scrapbooks look a wee bit better I impulsively bought a scrapbook magazine yesterday. I think someone must have misunderstood the point of a scrapbook, because it seems like a colossal waste of time and money to make a whole layout with only one picture on it. I like my layouts to have four pictures and a couple of stickers. The design elements are cute, but I’m not really interested in seeing how well someone can combine three shades of pink. I want to see pictures! I find myself horrified with the journaling on the sample pages. In one paragraph a woman managed to use the word “sassy” six different times. She was clearly lacking a thesaurus.

I think my birth control pills have started their crazy-making mission already. Yesterday I found myself incredibly weepy with a strong dose of self-loathing. The day before I was angry and the men in my life were lucky I didn’t throw someone off the balcony. Today I hate stupid people and want to tear the arms off the women in one of the breastfeeding support groups I follow. I can’t stand it when they make comments about “those poor formula fed babies.” These women say things like “my baby smiles when she sees my breast. Those poor formula fed babies!” Uhhhh. Formula fed babies smile when they see a bottle. Duh. Or “it’s so sweet when my baby holds my finger while I’m breastfeeding [and I'll say it is sweet]. Those poor mother’s who never get to experience that love!” Uhhhhh. . . babies hold fingers while sucking down a bottle, too. Duh. I am personally very glad that I chose to breastfeed and was able to keep up with it. It was a very, very rough three weeks but now that we’ve got it down I can’t imagine doing the formula thing. I just can’t see paying a whole lot of money for something I can get for free. The first few weeks it was hard to see how using bottles could be any more difficult than having a baby hanging off the boob for [what felt like] several hours every day, but now that he goes longer between feedings I can clearly see that it would be a major pain in the ass to get up and mix a bottle every time he displayed signs of hunger. And, of course, it’s healthier, which is the number on reason to breast feed.

Despite my loathing of stupid humans, I’ve had a pretty good day. I finally got to see the new Harry Potter movie and was quite pleased with it even though Emma Watson needs some serious acting lessons. I don’t want to post spoilers here, so if you are just dying to know my thoughts you can CLICK HERE. My thoughts aren’t really any different than the thoughts of anyone else. I went to the 10 am showing and couldn’t believe that the theatre was about half full. Who goes to a movie that early? Other than me? Lots of little kids were there, which pisses me off. The movie was really dark and little kids don’t need the images of death and scariness in their brains. At least all the kids were very well behaved and I didn’t have to sit in my seat and seethe about rude theatre behavior. The adults were well behaved too, which is even more unusual.

We have finally taken steps to get renters insurance and life insurance. About time, eh? The renters insurance is now paid for and we have an appointment with the life insurance guy. We started to get life insurance last year, but it was so weird that we didn’t ever do it. Some lady was supposed to come get us and take us to a health check, but then she never showed up and we didn’t pursue it because I was paranoid that she was going to take us to a research laboratory and steal our kidneys or extract horomones from our pituitary glands or something equally heinous. Ok, so not really, but it was weird and uncomfortable. Now we just need to find a non-skeevy lawyer and our business will just about be taken care of. I have no idea how to go about finding a non-skeevy lawyer. Should we just get a will kit from Staples? Our main concern is that Erik go to the people we’ve appointed as guardians, so we want to make sure we do it right.

And now he is waking up so I guess this ramble is over.

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