I had a dream last night that I was on Will and Grace. It was the episode with Minnie Driver in Karen's closet and they were both calling Jack and he couldn't decide which one to go to. Only I was Jack, and Karen and Minnie were Julia Child and Martha Stewart. They both kept calling me and didn't know what to do, they're both just so fantastic! So the whole dream I was running back and forth in the closet and then the baby woke me up.
So this morning I'm in the living room disassembling the carseat to try get the formula washed out of it while my little bubba is snoozing and guess what's on IPTV? "Baking with Julia" with special guest Martha Stewart!! I was like "Holy crap! I'm a little bit psychic!!" Obviously it was a rerun, seeing as Julia is dead (sigh) and Martha was actually perky and not quite the hardened soul she is today, but still Julia and Martha so who cares how old it is. It was the best 24 minutes of my week. But the carseat still isn't clean.
Friday, June 27, 2008
I am now the mom of a portable baby, meaning he is actually advanced enough to sit up in a high chair or shopping cart, so we can actually go out and about without a back-up. Which is totally awesome because I was beginning to feel like a shut-in when he was too big for the carrier-type carseat but too floppy to hold himself upright. So I was all psyched, ready to go shopping when I realized I am not yet free. None of the places I was going to shop have a diaper changing station, and the boy was way overdue for a poop. So we waited. And waited. And by the time the little dude clenched his fists and made the poopface, it was too late to go anywhere because it was time for a bottle and a nap. This is how I plan my day now, around the big poop.