Entry Number 1000!
Wow. One thousand entries in this blog (not counting my old archives). You’d think that would compel me to write something especially meaningful, but nope. I don’t have time for that right now. Maybe entry 1001 will be the special one.
Onto the show. . .
Though I’ve been seeing people talk about Christmas shopping, it didn’t really occur to me that it was something I needed to be doing until today. How on earth did it get to be the end of November already? This year has just flow by, even though last Christmas seems like eons ago.
I’ve got my shopping half-way complete with a minimal amount of effort. My dad’s presents were picked out, paid for, and confirmed while leftovers were being zapped in the microwave. My grandma’s present was taken care of after pie time. I actually ventured forth to a store for baby presents and have my niece and nephew pretty much taken care of. That just leaves my mom (no clue), my husband (a semi-clue), and my baby (do three month olds really need presents?). Things sure get easier when you decide that perfectionism is over-rated.
Today was a victory in the fight against colic. There was no screaming fit. There was some whining, and some “draped over the forearm” action, but it was not bad at all. Now, if we can just win the fight against the head-banging, I won’t have to worry so much. Erik fights sleep for all he’s worth and I worry about him. He bangs his little head against my chest over and over, so hard that it feels like he’s going to break his nose or get a concussion. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a wild party animal like my sister–my mom says she did the same thing. Also, my mom says my sister always liked to have the top of her head touching something when she slept just like Erik. When my sister turned into a completely unmanageable wild-child teenager I decided that I would never have kids. Nothing could possibly be worth running the risk of having a kid like that. After I met Mike I came to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, our parenting style would prevent a disaster and opened up to the possibility of children. Looking at Erik, I can’t imagine he would ever turn into a violent, thieving criminal but what mother looks at her sweet baby and sees that future? Let’s hope the head banging isn’t a harbinger of doom.
The next Mosaic Minds deadline (December 1) is fast approaching. If you’d like to submit a feature article or short story, please do! The theme is Turning Points, so it shouldn’t be especially challenging. I think I am going to write my Bibliophile on “gifts for the bibliophile in your life.” I have a few ideas, but could always use more. Do any of you have anything I should consider including in my article? If you’d like, I can use your quote and fully credit you/link to your blog if I use your suggestion (and it’s not something I was already planning on including), or I can just use your idea without quote and no credit. Whichever.
Guess it’s time for bed. Maybe my dreams will reveal the perfect gift for my mother. Fat chance.