Couch/Potato

I'm still a little sick but not a whiny blatch any more.

Ok, I have to admit...I think I'm a hippy. Signs pointing to yes:
1. breastfeed
2. cloth dipes
3. crochet
4. make own baby food
5. stay at home mom

It kinda sucks. I'm not at all ashamed of any of these things, though. When I say it kinda sucks, I mean that these things don't really fit in with how I used to identify myself. But how I used to identify myself in the past, I really can't say. It's ironic that I do this stufff now, and love it.

I think I may also be a yuppie:
1. own 2 Hondas
2. highlight of week was when Crate and Barrel new couches were delivered
3. shop at Gymboree regularly
4. christ, isn't that enough?
5. my friends from college would also add: shop at Supertarget

I only say this because of those dear friends from college. We have an email list called oddly enough "The List" where we all just talk about the most random things. One recurring topic is who is and who is not a yuppie. I know that the signs above would definitely put me into the yuppie category according to The List. Those guys are odd though; apparently being a homeowner also makes you a yuppie but working in a corporate setting doesn't. It's just comedy.

Seriously, I'm in an odd mood. I just spent the last 2 hrs cooking and food-processor-ing 5lbs of potatos and 5 lbs of sweet potatoes for the Manling. That really gets annoyingly boring after the first batch or two. Especially alone on a friday night- Mark is as usual working.

We got the zebra Britax Marathon carseat earlier this week and Mark installed it I think Tuesday. I really love it for it's amazing safety rating, the ability to hold up to a 65lb child, and of course the super fancy pattern. It's just weird getting used to carrying the Manling in and out of the house just holding onto him. I think I'm going to drop him in our dust bowl. I mean yard.

Other than getting our new couches- finally! I can't think of anything else exciting of late. Our old couch and chair were hand me downs of hand me downs of hand me downs. The couch was a ripped up and faded ugly floral print which I had hidden via a slipcover which constantly came up in the back and was a magnet for animal hair and crumbs, and the cushions were being sucked into the crease by the heavy as hell sleeper sofa within. So on Sunday we get to say goodbye to that forever. I can't wait.

This is the first time Mark and I have bought furniture ever. I feel like such adults!!!! Well, I guess we had bought a dining room table/chairs but we never ate there because we always ate on the couch and now we have to use the table to try to preserve this god awfully over-priced furniture for as long as possible. So it probably sounds really lame, but that's the big news out this way.

Now, in terms of the Manlings foods, I hrecently tried to get him to eat a mashed potato. Mashed potatoes are the trademark favorite food of my family, and so I thought the Manling would take right to them. He HATED them. Hated them to the point of crying and them throwing them back up. Mark suspects it was because they were just plain potato- no salt, no butter, no sour cream, no milk. Poor little guy. I'd probably hate them too. This is the first food he's had such a reaction to; usually the Manling will gladly eat anything I put in front of him just like his dad.

The Next One That Comes To Mind Is That Socialite Marie

The last two days the Manling and I have been invited to a few social gatherings. I am posting about this only because I think the big hand of karma is coming for me.

Last night, we went to a double birthday party for these two dudes I worked with at the big box retailer. One of the guests was a young dude I did not know who had a green mohawk. The Manling looked at him for a bit, his lip quivered, and then he started to cry.

today we went to a birthday bbq for one of our birth-class moms. I have the Manling dressed in Old Navy jeans, a green The Childrens Place polo shirt, a hawaiian-type yellow and green Gymboree button up shirt on top of that, and matching yellow Old Navy sneakers. He looks very 80's yet also very preppy.

I think the Manling is going to grow up to be either a thug or a frat-boy. Not punk rock at all. People who know me keep asking me why he is always dressed in these yuppie clothes versus anything punk rock. Unfortunately, it is much cheaper to get those clothes rather than ones I'd like him to wear. I think I mentioned this before. I need to start my own t-shirt company.

Blecch

So I am sick: some sort of either allergies or sinus infection. And even w/ the lotioned up tissues, it still feels like I'm blowing my nose w/ a burlap sack 50x an hour. And because I am breastfeeding, I'm supposed to contact a health professional before I take anything. Like I can be bothered with that and thus I am just suffering and whining.

Other new things: the Manling can sit up by himself better; he had about 10 days of being a complete PITA by not sleeping at night; ordered the zebra Britax which should arrive tomorrow; had high gusts of winds on Monday which blew huge tree branch onto a line which up to 5 min ago was laying down into my backyard: 1st we called the electric co- they came out and said it was a phone line but at least it was dead so we could move the tree; then we called the phone co who came out and said it was the cable co; so called them- thank god we have satellite so I wasn't out of tv service til now, and finally they removed it. And these blinds that we had to have special ordered for the Manling's room so he can finally move into his room and I can get my bed back are acting up so I may have to send them to get repaired when all I want is a new one made so I don't have light pouring in ruining all naps and I used to work in the special order blinds area at a certain big box retailer so I know it can happen but the company (not my hookups at at said retailer) say I just need to fiddle with it, not to mention the whole pull thing came completely off soI'm livid. And my windshield got a big rock-dinger in it so I had to get that fixed today. And my college is being a bunch of cakesniffers about this internship that I took almost 2 summers ago but haven't gotten a grade yet for so I don't know if I'll really graduate in spring. Did I mention I'm sick and feel like I'm dying?

Luanne is now 8 weeks pregnant, and went to her first doctor visit on Tuesday. She's been completely nauseous since Saturday night, and hadn't been able to keep anything whatsoever down since then, so she's vy dehydrated. Finally, yesterday, she got a prescription for anti-nausea medication. The kicker is that it's in the form of anal suppositories. I really can't stop laughing. I thought for sure that since she hadn't had morning sickness by now that she wasn't going to get it, especially since I did, and she's so young. I feel bad for her, but at the same time I kind of feel like she needs to suck it up a little. My friend L. had hyperemesis throughout her pregnancy, but she only got the anti-nausea drugs in the last trimester. I just read that the younger you are, the worse you get morning sickness. That's entirely opposite of what I thought. I did go buy some things for her from my favorite local used children's stores that is unfortunately going out of business. I hope she likes the stuff.

News Item

My cousin, whom I shall name Luanne for the point of this blog, just announced she is pregnant. At least according to the EPT's she's taken. I'm a bit excited, but I want to wait a few weeks before I really talk about how I feel.

Other than that, I forgot how much I liked They Might Be Giants.

All Things Fanged

My friend J. just sent the Manling a Nosferatu onesie in honor of the times we would watch the movie or have "theme" nights involving vampires. It's the coolest thing I've ever seen.

The Manling took it upon himself to grow in some teeths the past two days. The front bottom teeth have appeared; first his left, then his right. I didn't notice really any "teething" problems like sleeplessness, general PITA, or excessive drooling. What a stoic little dude!

And the last item that's tooth-related is that Mark and I went to see the Avs-Ducks hockey game on Tuesday. This was the first game we had seen since an unfortunate "incident" 5 years ago where we never got to see the 3rd period but did get to descend into the bowels of the Pepsi Center to the Dungeon, and thence to the Art Museum, as Mark claims. Once again, we did not get to see the 3rd period; one of the guys who went with us passed out during the second intermission, falling on his face in the bathroom. It wasn't due to alcohol - just a passing-out, very reminiscent of my cousin's first day of work. anyway, the dude broke his nose, a rib, and 2 teeth, breaking a few others, and requiring his lower lip to be sewed back onto his jaw and 2 trips to the ER.

So it has been quite the week for teeth around these parts.