Queen of Rambles

Today has been stuffed full of activity, all of which deserves to be recorded for posterity. It feels like months since I woke up to a small hand patting my face. Why can I sit around for days with nothing to do and then suddenly find myself in a whirlwind of activity?

Things started out simply enough. I had a packet of ground turkey that I was supposed to use to make MisterE some homemade baby food. I have read up on homemade baby food and knew that it was possible to puree meat, but it just seemed to gross and unnatural that I didn’t really believe it. While boiling up a pseudo-soup I realized I needed to pull out the big guns, so dug out the blender we received as a wedding gift. It was still in it’s original packaging. We’re coming up to our third anniversary. Whoops.

I quickly found out that pureed meat/carrots/rice smells exactly like dog food. Ugh ugh ugh.

I have a confession to make. I don’t make my own baby food because I’m Super Mom. I make my own baby food because the look, smell and thought of baby food makes me gag. I can only tolerate it when I know it used to be something edible. The whole time I’m feeding MisterE I have to tell myself “remember those pears you sliced up? Remember how real they were? This is just pears. It’s ok. No one needs to gag.” I don’t know if I’ll be able to convince myself to feed him the meat products.

Later we went down to the mall to pick up his pictures and I ended up buying something that has already drastically improved my life. May I present the hip rider? I’ve tried all kinds of slings and carriers but he hates them. He hates being confined. This involves no confinement, so he is quite happy to sit on it. It’s not hands-free, but it does take a tremendous load off my back and arm. I walked around the house for a couple of hours with that silly thing on and I’m just about ready to find the inventor and give him my first born child. I suppose that would defeat the purpose. I never knew I could get so excited over a freakin’ fanny pack. That’s basically what it is, though it has a strong plastic thing in the pack to act as the seat, plus the shoulder strap. Yeee-haw! I get more fashionable with every passing day.

You know what else I bought? More pictures of my kid. I am so irked! I bought a package and all was well and good, but apparently not good enough for the soul suckers who work at Sears. Oh no. They send along three extra sheets of pictures of your baby with cute little enhancements and it’s only fifteen dollars more to buy them. I did not want or need more pictures. I don’t know what I’m going to do with the pictures I’ve got (anyone want a picture of a cute kid?). How could I say no? How could I leave the pictures of my baby? They’d just be thrown away. I can’t throw away my baby! Bastards.

And now I am exhausted because it is way past my bedtime so I’ll have to tell you all about the thrill of Mom’s Night Out tomorrow. Please don’t die of suspense in the mean time.

This entry was posted on Monday, April 17th, 2006 at 7:52 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.