Queen of Rambles

I bought a web cam for myself for Mother’s Day. It was really a gift for my own mother, since I bought her one as well. The plan is for her to get to see Erik in real time and for Erik to get to know his Oregon family a little better. He begs for his cousins almost every single day. Some days he gets his bag and says he is going to fly in the plane to see Braxton and Laynee. He’s going to be beside himself with joy when we really do fly out in less than two months!

The thing about this web cam? I think I hate it. You know how the camera adds ten pounds? This camera adds at least ten pounds directly to my face. I look in the mirror and am usually sorta pleased with the overall shape of my face. It really thinned out a lot when I was pregnant and my double chin disappeared into my belly. The camera makes me look like a giant blob head sitting on top of four chins. I don’t understand!

I had to call over there to see what program they signed up with since they got their camera first. My sister was out, so I ended up talking to her husband. He was pleasant enough and I pretended I didn’t have fantasies of sticking an ice pick through his eye long enough to get the name of the program and their user name. He kept going on about how much God has blessed him and it made me want to puke. A) You’re homeless. B) God would be much more interested in blessing you if you weren’t a drug addict, whoring, defrauder of old women.

Anyway, they are using SightSpeed, so if anyone else uses that let me know. I’m also thinking of installing Skype just because I think there are people who have actually heard of that one. I think Mike needs to talk to his relations and see about getting them hooked up. That might require a phone call, though, so they probably won’t be notified for at least 2 years.

Dawn is coming tomorrow! We are going to have so much fun! She’s going to get to see my house in all it’s dirty glory because Erik would NOT leave me alone today. He woke up at 6 am again (I am not liking this habit! Must get blackout curtains tomorrow!) so was tired and clingy all day. He wants me to run away and hide from him, but he does not want to close his eyes so I have to run super fast and slam the doors in his face to try to confuse him. You should see my gazelle like leaps over the plastic crap that litters the living room. It’s awe inspiring. I’m sure my downstairs neighbors would agree. By the time Mike got home, the child was on MY VERY LAST NERVE. I would grab his head and tell him I was going to twist it off in the growliest voice I could find and the boy just laughed and laughed. At least he’s not sensitive, I guess, but he doesn’t get that sometimes mommy gets mad. Everything is a game to him.

I shouldn’t be so down on him because he really was a good little boy this morning. We went over to the park and a daycare lady was there with her three charges. Erik played extremely well with them and (shock of shocks!) listened to me when I told him not to run away and not to “tickle” them with the pine needle cluster he pulled off the tree. The daycare lady couldn’t believe how good he was being (and frankly, neither could I), so that gave me some happy, happy, joy, joy this morning. Of course, it all came crashing down this afternoon when I heard “Mama! You better hide!” for the millionth time, then got a finger in the eye when he was trying to pick me up face first. I was oh-so-tricky. I made the bed my favorite hiding place, then frustrated the heck out of him by wrapping the covers all around myself so he couldn’t get me. Any game where I can lay in bed is a good game, especially when I’m this tired. He didn’t quite agree and I was getting so mad at him that I could feel myself shaking, then I took a look at his totally adorable little face brimming with love, curiosity and mischief and felt like the biggest jerk-face on earth. He is such a precious gift that I need to enjoy him now. He will only be young once. He certainly won’t be running through the house, chasing me when he’s a teenager. Unless, of course, he is a drug addict chasing me with a knife, trying to kill me.

He was so tired tonight that he didn’t nurse to sleep! Let’s all do the weaning dance! I am making a major effort to wean him, which is probably part of the reason he is waking up so early. He is not getting his middle of the night nip. This is the first night he hasn’t nursed down and my left boobie may very well explode. The pain is killing me. I think I need to go do something about it. Wasn’t that way more than you ever wanted to know?

Thank you all for the chocolate cake recipes! I have it narrowed down to the Dense Chocolate Loaf that Ally suggested or the Chocolate Harvest Cake that Beverly suggested. Oddly enough, she got that recipe from me, though I have never made it myself. If I do the loaf cake, I will whip it up in the morning then serve it Sunday night. I guess we’ll see what I’m in the mood for in the morning. Also on the menu this weekend: shredded beef burritos with homemade guacamole and homemade pizza. Maybe I’ll even get healthy and make fruit salad. That might be asking too much.

Guess I better get my rear off to bed. Between Erik and the birds, I’m going to have to start going to bed at 8 pm. Whoever commented about the movie with a war between a woman and a bird I need to talk to you. How do you defeat a bird? I may have to cut down all the trees in front of the apartment. Think the management would like that?

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