Talk of the Offspring
This is going to be an Erik heavy post, so if mommy blog musings aren’t your thing you can move right along. Do I have any readers that don’t like mommy blog musings? I can’t imagine anyone would stick around these parts if they were offended by momminess. It’s all I talk about, after all.
It was such a nice day out today that we dropped by the park after gym time. Happily, there were several people we knew hanging out there so after I panicked about my flat hair, skanky pits and disgusting gym attire I was thrilled to have adult conversation. This is a group of ladies that hang out together a lot and it seems they have a regular plan for play date lunches. The hostess invited me along, so we headed off to a house for some yummy food and serious toddler talk.
I was VERY glad to run into this group today because one lady is a nurse and another is a pharmacist. Erik has a rash on his backside, but I couldn’t figure out just what it was. It’s not a traditional diaper rash because it’s not in his butt crack. Instead, it forms a ring around where the potty seat would be touching his butt. Very puzzling.
I tried to get Dr. Google to help me diagnose him yesterday, but Dr. Google did nothing but show horrific pictures of poor babies that had such bad rashes their parents should be tried for child abuse. I don’t know how they could ever let a baby get as bad as these babies were. It was almost like some of them didn’t even have any skin left.
Not so helpful in the diagnosing of an early stage rash.
I was contemplating calling the doctor, but it was a little better today so I thought I’d just give him a lot of bare bum time and hope for the best. Instead, I was able to show his bum to the professionals and they both agreed it was a yeast rash so I’ve lathered my son up with monistat. I’ve started wiping his potty seat down with white vinegar so I hope that helps.
While we were there Erik found a little play electric guitar. He LOVES guitars. I fear he’s going to be in a band by the time he’s 14 and I’m going to have to pass out condoms to his groupies. The guitar had a neck cord, and he loves having things around his neck, so this was THE GUITAR. It was THE ULTIMATE Erik toy. He was in LOVE. Did I enough enough capital letters?
You have no idea how badly I wish I had a video. He was rocking out hard core. The head was banging, the hips were swaying, the feet were dancing. He looked like he belonged on stage at the Super Bowl. Even better? He’s a song writer! Not only was he pretending to play, he had words! I heard something like “I went poo-poo! Mommy changes my diaper! I went poo-poo!” I was sitting there with my jaw hanging open as the other women were giggling like crazy. Yet another reason to get your kids hooked on the Wiggles early.
Not that he watches the Wiggles anymore. Today has been all about Wonder Pets. Can you believe I don’t have one bad thing to say about the Wonder Pets? It was actually kind of cute. Except I was a little disturbed when they all had to rub their bums against an egg to make it hatch while they were singing “bum bum bum!”
Enough about the child. It’s me time!
Three days ago my hair reached the point of no return. I’ve been growing it out since. . .oh. . . December? Yeah. Three months. I know, I know. Some of you get your hair cut once a year. I’m just a wee bit addicted to hair cuts. The last cut was too short and too ugly, so I was trying to let it recover. Suddenly it was stringy and gross and I had to do SOMETHING, but I wasn’t prepared to lay down the cash for a salon cut when I’m still in middle of growing it out. I ended up at one of those cheapo strip mall places and had a nice lady take care of me. It is better than it was, but I have no idea what it will look like once I take a shower and try to fix it myself. I also got my eyebrows waxed for the first time in forever and it looks great (minus the bright red mask covering the top half of my face). I really should maintain the brows even though I hate pain. It does make such a different.
I had to laugh at myself because I remember right after Erik was born I was getting my brows waxed a lot because it was one of the most relaxing things I could do. You go, you lay down, you close your eyes, someone else attends to your needs. I think I might have fallen asleep a few times until the hair was ripped out of my delicate parts.
Today? I felt sorry for the woman who escaped reality to get an eyebrow wax! That shit is PAINFUL! She wanted to wax my lip as well, but I wasn’t up for that. I don’t even have a hairy lip! I don’t think. Ummmm. Julie, Tora, would you tell me if I had a hairy lip?
And now for a treat! If you want to laugh your ass off, check out THIS VIDEO. It is not work or kid safe, but if you are alone you will laugh so hard you might pee your pants. It’s a “realistic R&B song.”
March 24th, 2008 at 10:55 pm
I hope Erik’s rash clears up easily and quickly.
That “Realistic R&B” song was hilarious!