miscellaneous (be warned: lengthy)

 Yesterday was a really tough day with Julia. I think (though I have no one to compare her to) she is generally a pretty easygoing baby so I thought I might lose all of my marbles forever in one silly little day.  She woke up in an ocean of urine (this doesn't happen infrequently) which I don't understand...isn't that what diapers are for? Her diaper was completely dry which would would lead me to believe that she certainly has interesting (and talented?) aim. I tried washing her mattress pad thing that won't fit in the washing machine because it is attached to some covered cardboard or hard plastic with 'soap and mild water' (not sure what mild water is) like the internet told me to do but the putrid smell remained so my only victory of the day came when I got serious about the task and used pungent bubble bath which happened to work like a real charm. She then refused to nap all ding dong day and by refuse I mean scream at the 14,000th foot of her lungs and bite her little hands with her little Chiclet teeth leaving weird little snake bite looking marks until I relented and picked her up...14 times in a row (this is not an exaggeration) and I know that I am not tough loving her by doing so....indulge indulge indulge is my firm philosophy. She was only somewhat happy if I walked around and gave a detailed narration of what was in the house ("and these are our pet dust bunnies and that is a picture when mom used to sit in the front seat of the car like a big grown up and this is the bathroom...please stop panting it is not bath time...and this is mom's third glass of wine this morning...fine just a little taste for you though...okay, okay just one more sip but don't drink it all...my box is almost drained.") I'll spare you all of the complainy and mundane other details but Simon had a talk to go to after work and wouldn't be getting home until later than usual which made noon feel like six am and by three pm I had maybe (but maybe not) shed a frustrated tear or two. Pathetic Grace with only one child to watch. I'm lucky she isn't old enough to throw up, get into the pantry or smear the delicious contents of her diaper on the walls....I know. It was still a rough and exasperating day.

And now I suppose it would be natural to launch into some nice little sentimental discourse about how despite the terribly unfortunate occurrence of these rotten days I am still so happy to stay at home with Julia...which I am happy of course but I am just going to type a little run-on sentence chalking it up to a real conundrum of a bad day that I didn't learn anything from and that I hope never ever repeats itself. Please never.  

Now that I have that off my fingertips, let us move on.

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To reward and reinforce Julia's excellent behavior I used a little more of the sheet that just keeps on giving and made her some sailor/jailbird pants:

(photos taken circa 3:30 in the am..after a two hour middle of the night play session..I was certain she was sleeping through the night for good...always a little something up her sleeve)

she has been religiously reading the fashion blogs and knows that mixing patterns is in in in

I then took this odd tank top 

(that I believe I've only wore once...over a turtleneck...to a bar...super fancy style)

waved my magic sewing wand in the air and made Julia a small something

I don't know.
Maybe a little nightgown or swimsuit cover up...we'll see where she runs with this.

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Next order of business

I found out yesterday that a very funny, very smart and very witty friend of mine reads this blog (megan) and it intimidated me to no end and made me want to instantly delete the entire thing once and for all realizing that more than my parents and siblings are reading.


I've seen other blogs do 'delurk yourself' posts but I think it only works if people read the blog. So unveil yourself if you dare...pretty please. It would really help if all of my siblings (including the family pets) could comment under aliases and my parents could comment thrice each. Again...pretty, pretty please. If I only get two comments this post will be promptly deleted....maybe the whole blog will take its dying breath...I never know.

Please don't be shy...I'm the weirdo that has a blog.

hasta tomorrow or never.

smile.


(yikes...that didn't mean to sound as sinister as it may seem to some)