Happy Happy!
I have my computer back! I can revert to my slothful ways of hanging on the computer while parking Erik in front of the TV. Maybe not having my laptop was good for me.
I just missed the biggest moment in sports history while writing that sentence. I hope it was worth it. Mike claims it was no where near the greatest, but I find it hard to believe that a hockey announcer would exaggerate. Clearly the world has been changed by the winning of that one team (no idea what team).
I’ve just uploaded a few pics from my mom’s visit. You can find them HERE if you’re so inclined. I’ll only post a few.
An uneasy Easter hug. Erik, 3 1/2, Braxton, 4 3/4.
The Reston Zoo was the biggest hit of the trip. If you’ve got a kid aged 6 or under I highly recommend it.
Gratuitous picture just to show you those long legs. Where’s my baby?
I’ve been doing a lot of reading this past week, mostly fluff, but also Taking Charge of Your Fertility. I am so mad at myself. Why didn’t I read this book years ago? If I would have read this book I never would have had the stupid issues I had the past couple of weeks. I would have noted my fertility signs and known I was never pregnant.
I guess I thought the book was for people with fertility problems. I also thought it had something to do with the rhythm method of birth control and I knew the rhythm method was not very accurate. At least I’m in good company. The author of the book says that she assumed this method of fertility monitoring was the rhythm method when she first heard of it. It’s not. It’s pretty amazing, actually.
I thought I was fairly educated about my body and cycles and all that, but this book is showing me that I didn’t know jack about anything. Every young woman should read this book RIGHT NOW. Every woman with a cycle should read this book! It’s fascinating to read and very helpful. It’s also a really easy read because the author uses a lot of humor and down to earth examples. I wonder when I can buy a copy for my niece. She’s only three. Maybe in ten years?
Now, if I could just remember to take my temperature before Erik arrives and I have to yell at him for kicking me in the face things would be dandy.
Speaking of.
When I was doing the OB/GYN thing a couple of weeks ago I lied on my intake information. It asked all kinds of questions about abuse, including “Have you been kicked, hit, slapped, bitten or hurt by someone in the past six months?” I circled no, but it was a blatant lie. I haven’t been bit in the past six months, but Erik has done all the other things. Does it count as abuse if it’s done by a preschooler? Would they put a social worker on my case if I answered yes?
And speaking of that, I think I best be heading for bed. Erik was up at 6:30 this morning. Woe is me. He has been such a good boy this past week or two that I can’t really complain. He’s happy, chatty, and sweet. He’s been listening to what I say. I just have to break out the counting and he’s golden. But damn, that boy still hates sleep. Guess I can’t have everything. I do wish he would stop with the m@sturb@ting. I really don’t like a big wiener shoved in my face early in the morning. And I most certainly don’t like my kid coming up to me, asking me to help him make it bigger while he watches V. Don’t think so, kid!
Was that a little more than you bargained for, tonight?
I got a haircut today with Erik in tow. I bribed him with marshmallows and matchbox cars. At one point he came over and got some marshmallows, dropped them on the floor, then ate them. It was disgusting, no doubt. The poor girl cutting my hair just about gagged. “Uh. He just ate that off the floor.” I can’t begin to describe the horror in her voice. “I know, it’s gross. Having a boy teaches you to relax.” What else could I say? The deed was already done. Just as long as he doesn’t get the swine flu he’ll be ok.