- I have been avoiding comments, email, and voice mail for days now (I read my official email but I have not opened my Hotmail box in some time. Eek.) I’m not sure why the sudden isolating but it’s on my must-get-over list for Monday. Which includes phoning the potential babysitter about potential schedules.
- My schedule is still kicking my ass, the working and baby and house and family and life thing. But in a good way. More on this later though.
- I have read some blogs and even commented, as a means of procrastination for work/bill paying/etc. Jen over at MUBAR mused on the commercial shift in mommy blogs. I have to say that one of the dis/advantages of being openly abnormal/crazy is that generally Wal-Mart does not invite you to their dos. Well, also not being very popular, something I have a love/hate relationship with. I love to have readers. I hate to have people I might want to meet as a regular person know that I’m multiple before I meet them (unless they’re specifically seeking multiples and not just, you know, cruising mommy blogs). Sometimes I leave my blog as a link and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I’m embarassed to be open about my/our multiplicity and wish I’d never done it, and sometimes I feel on a little mental health education crusade. All of which is to say, in this overlong bullet point, that AT LEAST I don’t have to worry about the ethics of being asked to hawk merchandise!
- Noah and I have had our first sign language argument and it was entirely my fault. We were out and he pointed out a bird and I showed him what I thought was the sign for bird (I think I confused it with chicken, but now it means bird in our house) – two fingers and a thumb at your lips like a little beak open and shut. So he laughed and kicked his legs and then about ten minutes later he did the sign for nurse, sort of, with his hand up out of the carrier. So I sat on a bench and took him out of the Ergo, and he got really mad. So I signed (and said) “no nurse?” and he said “nurse! nurse!” and I said “all gone nurse?” and he said “nurse! nurse!” and I tried moving him into a nurse position and he flipped out so I held him up and said, “what do you want?” and he signed “nurse,” and then scowled at me and then finally signed “more” and pointed up. There were more birds up there. What I’d thought was a ‘nurse’ sign was, in fact, sideways and his attempt at a beak, albeit a full-handed one. Poor kid has such a stupid mother. We did laugh quite a bit at those birds though.
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