motherhood, politics, faith & whatnot

[11] Do you enjoy fighting with people?

Sometimes, but sometimes, not.

[2] What color is your mailbox?

Black.

I don’t know if Maricar makes it by here too often, I’ll share five things.

1. I am also a chocoholic. I often think that it’s a monthly thing, but then I realize that I’m stuffing my yop with chocolate as often as I can which is mostly every day. Black raspberry chocoalte chunk ice cream tonight. Yum.

2. A Nik*on D50 is also the camera that I want. I’m trying to learn about all the features on my little Can*on Powershot S30. And it turns out that it really does a lot. Who knew? But its autofocus is going and it overexposes everything for some reason.

3. I also buy too much stuff for my kids. It’s so fun. I love seeing them explore and Daniel’s curiosity is hard to keep up with. J rolls his eyes everytime I come in with something else.

4. I wish I had a job that I enjoy like you do yours. But I do have a job now. I’ll be working a few hours a week for Dream*Dinners — it’s one of those places where you go in and put 6-12 meals together at one time and then take them home and freeze them. I get a good discount on the food and it’s mom-friendly place to work. I’ve got a couple of other irons in the fire, too.

5. I am a really, really bad housekeeper. Our bathroom hasn’t been cleaned in . . . . um. . . . a really, really long time. Except for the toilet. I wipe that thing down pretty often. Ick, I know. Now that I have a job, I day dream about having someone come in and clean the house for us, even just once. They’d probably never want to come back again after that anyways.

I could go on. . .

Dominant Traits

55% of people agree that SuzeB is caring
77% of people think that SuzeB is intelligent

All Percentages

able (0%) accepting (0%) adaptable (11%) bold (0%) brave (0%) calm (0%) caring (55%) cheerful (0%) clever (22%) complex (0%) confident (11%) dependable (33%) dignified (0%) energetic (0%) extroverted (0%) friendly (22%) giving (0%) happy (0%) helpful (11%) idealistic (0%) independent (22%) ingenious (0%) intelligent (77%) introverted (0%) kind (33%) knowledgable (22%) logical (22%) loving (11%) mature (11%) modest (11%) nervous (0%) observant (33%) organised (11%) patient (0%) powerful (0%) proud (0%) quiet (0%) reflective (0%) relaxed (0%) religious (0%) responsive (11%) searching (22%) self-assertive (11%) self-conscious (22%) sensible (22%) sentimental (0%) shy (0%) silly (0%) spontaneous (0%) sympathetic (0%) tense (0%) trustworthy (0%) warm (33%) wise (11%) witty (22%)

Is caring what people put when they don’t know what else to choose?

I don’t even know what made me think of this. I think it was because we got our college alumni journal yesterday and it had more news about everybody having babies. When we were in our 20s, it was mostly about weddings and who was is whose wedding, etc. (OK, grammar police, I know that probably wasn’t correct pronoun usage. . . .)

One of my closest friends who was my maid of honor hasn’t gotten married yet. If she did now, I doubt that I would be in her wedding party just because we aren’t quite as close.

One of my closest friends from college had a traditional Hindu wedding (no bridesmaids), so there was that.

And for my brother’s wedding, they asked Jim to be a groomsman, but I wasn’t a bridesmaid in their wedding either. I wasn’t enough of a Barb*ie doll to have fit in with the other bridesmaids. And fuschia wouldn’t have been a good color for me.

I don’t know that I’ve really missed out on anything by not being a bridesmaid, except the opportunity to wear some snazzy dresses, not of my choosing.

almost. We are one month away. We are down to 4-5 feedings in a 24 hour period. When he turns one year and we start giving him whole milk, we’ll decrease it more if he’s agreeable. I know that we could just keep going indefinitely, but I’m ready to have my body back to myself. I’ve so loved that I’ve been able to nurse my babies. I know that I will cherish all the intimate moments. I wish there was some way to capture the experience. I’ve taken a couple of pictures, but I think they might be creepy to anybody but me when the boys are older. (Am I the only one who thinks about that? Hi Daniel’s girlfriend, have I shown you the pictures of him nursing when he was a baby? Man, did he like to nurse, and I had to practically pry his brother off the boob with a crowbar. . . . Hey, where are you going?. . . OK, you can see them later. . . ).

I was looking at Andrew as he nursed today, watching his expressions and how his eyes moved and blinked. I could see the remnants of the newborn who latched on like a pro almost a year ago. Trying to take it all in, trying to savor these quickly passing sweet moments of babyhood. These are the memories we’ll think about the most in our old age, when our babies were young.

I don’t like to wear shoes in the house. The first thing I do even before setting the baby down or hanging my keys up when I walk in the house, is to kick my shoes off. I don’t like it when my husband keeps his shoes on inside for too long. “Are you going somewhere?” I ask, knowing that he’s not, but a person just isn’t relaxed if they still have their shoes on.