Tales from the Crib
Gee, I've missed my blog, and all of the other blogs, too. Whilst on maternity leave, I did not visit the online Valhalla, or read even one email. Hooray!
Now that I'm back at work, I'll have plenty of time to catch up. Ha! I tried to write a blog entry at home, but within 2 milliseconds of typing the first word the baby woke up and Stevers was all up in my face asking a LOT of questions. Here's what I managed to write in the last 6 weeks:
Tales from the Crib: Part 1—Hello God, It’s Me, Lulu
January 6, 2006
This is the first time I’ve opened this computer since I left work on December 6, 2005. Wow! A full month! I just realized that.
Wanna know why I haven’t written?
1. Lack of interest followed by too much to say and the fear of the time it will take to say it.
2. Getting computer AND cord together at the same time seemed too daunting.
3. No internet access. This means that to publish my tomes I would have to either come into the office or go to my mom’s and try to figure out the whole “remote access” thing. Mmmm, I love computers!
4. I knew that as soon as I sat down to write, what just happened would happen: Marky Mark would awake from a nice, longish snooze and want to eat—which requires both blogging hands, and Stevie would zoom in from his previous position and sit down next to me, asking me if he could “write a poem” when I was done, and then proceed to ask questions and make comments every 2 seconds—“what are you writing?” “are you doing numbers now?” “Mommy, I don’t even know how you make all capital letters!” “Boy you sure messed up a lot on that sentence!” “What does that spell?”
Tales from the Crib, Part 2—My Boobs Hurt
Breastfeeding is a wonderful thing, unless you’re a nipple. Or possess a pair of nipples. A pair of nipples that are experiencing “nipple trauma” from having a child with perhaps a tad of “nipple confusion” gnawing on them all damn day.
Tales from the Crib, Part 3—We Paid Off Our Land!
Of course, my intention was not unlike sourdough bread lovers--to make a "start" and keep cookin' from those starts. It just didn't happen, and I don't appreciate being pushed!
Anyway, there's lots to say and I'll say a good amount of it here pretty soon. Aloha! I'm actually quite pleased to be back. The California people sent me booze and chocolate for Christmas! It was just sitting here in my office! Man, that is PHAT!
Now that I'm back at work, I'll have plenty of time to catch up. Ha! I tried to write a blog entry at home, but within 2 milliseconds of typing the first word the baby woke up and Stevers was all up in my face asking a LOT of questions. Here's what I managed to write in the last 6 weeks:
Tales from the Crib: Part 1—Hello God, It’s Me, Lulu
January 6, 2006
This is the first time I’ve opened this computer since I left work on December 6, 2005. Wow! A full month! I just realized that.
Wanna know why I haven’t written?
1. Lack of interest followed by too much to say and the fear of the time it will take to say it.
2. Getting computer AND cord together at the same time seemed too daunting.
3. No internet access. This means that to publish my tomes I would have to either come into the office or go to my mom’s and try to figure out the whole “remote access” thing. Mmmm, I love computers!
4. I knew that as soon as I sat down to write, what just happened would happen: Marky Mark would awake from a nice, longish snooze and want to eat—which requires both blogging hands, and Stevie would zoom in from his previous position and sit down next to me, asking me if he could “write a poem” when I was done, and then proceed to ask questions and make comments every 2 seconds—“what are you writing?” “are you doing numbers now?” “Mommy, I don’t even know how you make all capital letters!” “Boy you sure messed up a lot on that sentence!” “What does that spell?”
Tales from the Crib, Part 2—My Boobs Hurt
Breastfeeding is a wonderful thing, unless you’re a nipple. Or possess a pair of nipples. A pair of nipples that are experiencing “nipple trauma” from having a child with perhaps a tad of “nipple confusion” gnawing on them all damn day.
Tales from the Crib, Part 3—We Paid Off Our Land!
Of course, my intention was not unlike sourdough bread lovers--to make a "start" and keep cookin' from those starts. It just didn't happen, and I don't appreciate being pushed!
Anyway, there's lots to say and I'll say a good amount of it here pretty soon. Aloha! I'm actually quite pleased to be back. The California people sent me booze and chocolate for Christmas! It was just sitting here in my office! Man, that is PHAT!
posted by lulu | 10:40 AM
2 Comments:
Hurray!
Now we can have our fetishes fulfilled again.
Isn't it interesting that young children (even children like Stevie--who, I believe I'm right in saying, don't get what is today seen as "normal" exposure to TVs and computers) immediately gravitate to the keyboard? What does it say about the evolutionary future? Anything at all?
Congrats on owning some Hot Waffles!
(Now hurry up and finish the entry you were starting back in December . . . I want to see what those scanned photos referred to!)
Ditto!
Check your site meter, which has advanced in your absence, as I checked every day, only to find "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash" again. So Gven and I went to see it and liked it (especially Mother Maybelle and her hymnal).
I've missed your shoot-from-the-hip writing style, your first-hand tales of domestic goddesshood, your snarky humor, but really, first things first.
Although I can't empathize with part 2, I can sympathize. Aren't there ointments or something for this problem? Bag Balm for humans?
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