Monthly Archives: August 2006

I know I’ve blogged before about how awesome my family is, but here’s more evidence: my aunt came to visit us this weekend, and in the course of three days, she

– weeded the entire front and back yard, which were rife with weeds
– helped Mr. Squab kill the creeping charlie that was preparing to down our power lines
– painted the radiators in the living room
– bought us two lovely dinners out
– and BEST of all, lookit what she got me (and the Hatchling) for an early birthday present:

HOW CUTE IS THAT?!?! The Hatchling loves to sit up and this way she can do it all on her own for as long as she wants. Leaving me free to actually eat lunch! or check email! or blog!

Thanks, Tante Buttje. You can come stay with us whenever you want.

… that I am sick unto death of shedding? I thought I was DONE with all the post-pregnancy body weirdness, but my hair is coming out in HANDFULS. I think I’ve stopped up every drain in the house, and the Hatchling is covered in the remnants of my tresses. I had a lot to lose, so it’s not like I’m worried about going bald or anything, but man, it is a pain in the ASS washing, brushing, fixing, looking at – basically, just having hair right now. On the plus side, if I collected it all together I could make a very unique sweater. On the minus side, that would be extremely gross.

The guy who produces the “Girls Gone Wild” videos is a violent, woman-hating, asshole.

No, really – read the profile. This man is scary.

… just otherwise occupied. We survived the vacation! The Hatchling was a real trouper – slept better than she sleeps at home, lovedlovedloved the water, and remained amazingly zen about the sudden explosion of people she was living with (at one point, there were 11 of us!). She let her Oma take her down to the lake just about every day, and managed to get all her naps in even when the temperature and humidity soared. Her mama, on the other hand, was not quite so relaxed. I was so worried that we’d be bothering the others (shushing them all the time or waking them with a screaming baby) or that they’d be bothering us (making noise when the baby was sleeping or convincing me to stay up too late playing cards) that I had a hard time enjoying myself as much as I should have. It was very, very different from being there without a baby! Normally I think of the cottage as a place for serious vegetation – I read trash novels, spend entire days lying on the sand or in the water, and nights are for drinking and playing games with the siblings. I think this year I only actually got in the water two times, and the most I managed to read was a few scattered pages of magazines. But it was great to see the family, and for them to see the Hatchling. And my mom was in full-on chef mode, so we ate like kings. I’m glad we went, but boy, I’m also glad to be home!