Queen of Rambles

Mike had to work tonight which meant Erik and I got to see him for approximately 1 hour tonight. That sucks!

It especially sucks because Erik has not been acting like himself. He just wanted to lay on me all day and wouldn’t even go get his shoes to go on a car ride. Usually you say the words “car ride” and every shoe in the closet is out and ready in about five seconds flat.

He spent all day begging to go get pappa-daddy from the choo-choo, yet the second Mike got off the train Erik turned his head away from him and refused to look at him. He shot him sour looks for an hour, refusing to play with him. He clung to me, making it almost impossible to cook dinner.

As usual, he didn’t take a nap, so Mike wagered that I’d have a hard time keeping him up till 8.

Boy oh boy do I wish I would have gotten that wager in writing.

The kid needed sleep and I started his bedtime routine at 7 because he looked so out of it. I was sure he’d fall asleep on his own by 7:30 and I didn’t want to be stuck trying to change his diaper and put on his PJs while he slept.

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I finally got him down at 9:45 after much screaming and yelling (on his part. Mostly.).

We always lay in bed together with a book, then he starts rolling around and finally falls asleep. Tonight he just kept getting out of bed, so I’d tell him he could either lay with mommy or go to his crib. He would give me the look of death and saunter into the living room. Into his crib he would go, screaming like the hounds of hell were after him.

And so it went, over and over and over again.

He had a vaccination last week so at one point I was convinced he was one of those kids you read about that has a vaccination and suddenly has autism. He wouldn’t talk to me at all, which is really unusual for him. I finally gave him a dose of infant Tylenol since something was clearly wrong.

Eventually, I just had to grab him up and stand-rock him while he screamed and pelted me with this fists and feet. It only took one round of London Bridges to knock him out, which isn’t surprising. Gah! That really shot my whole evening because I was convinced he’d be down by 8 and I’d have two hours to work.

And now I feel like I have to go do the “I’m a Mommy Blogger” dance. What would that dance look like, anyway?

Oh, and for those who commented on my Three Broomsticks shirt, isn’t it cool? I love my HP shirt! I got it from cafepress since the official HP shirt makers don’t believe fat women want to wear cool things like a Dumbelore’s Army shirt. Booooooo! I’d love a Dumbledore’s Army shirt! I really, really like Cafepress’ plus-sized V-neck shirts. They have an excellent cut, are very comfortable and feel very high quality. They cost a pretty penny, but I wouldn’t hesitate to buy another one if it was a design I liked. I actually have another one that says “Department of Mysteries” and has a silhouette of Ron, Harry and Hermione, but it is . . . provocative. I don’t need Department of Mysteries emblazoned across my bosoms, especially since they really ARE a department of mystery. You never know what I’ll pull out of my shirt: a magnetized zebra? A sticker? A piece of chewed up cheese? Maybe the letter Q? It’s all in there. Erik loves to put things down my shirt. Last night I couldn’t go to sleep because my armpit was itching and when I went to scratch it I found three Thomas the Train stickers stuck in the general vicinity. It was an excellent reminder that I need to shave my pits more often.

Hey! Guess what! I just won $1,000,000,000!!!!! I guess I better go call my contact in Nigeria and finish off this entry.

Oh! And speaking of Harry Potter, I finally got an e-mail about the evils of The Golden Compass. I’ve been waiting! Seriously, I have never understood the fundies who hate HP, yet don’t say a single word about The Golden Compass. I think it just wasn’t popular enough for them to latch on to. The whole HP being a wizard and therefore a product of the devil is totally ridiculous, but the whole Golden Compass being evil is not. If I was a Christian there is no way I would let my young child watch the movie or read the books. I no longer identify myself as a Christian, but the hatred for Christianity spewed forth in the series made me very uncomfortable. I really liked The Golden Compass, but by the time I read book 3 in the trilogy I was confused and unimpressed. If the fundies (or even not so fundies–really, any Christian would do well to carefully read this series before passing it on to their children) want to attack a children’s fantasy series, this is the one to attack. There is no arguing with that. The main characters kill God in the last book. I’m just surprised it took people this long to notice it. I guess the upcoming movie propelled it into the spotlight.

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