Argh

I can't help myself. I keep making headbands.

I am going to overdose. I can take one or two headbands, but ten, twelve of these? Who can handle all of this cuteness?

The things they make for babies

I got these as part of a gift from my work peeps. Crocheted baby shoes.

What I'd prefer however are baby shoes made out of rainbows and elfin hair. Maybe I'll find them on etsy.

Twilight: Eclipse

I finally watched this movie for the first time last night. Oh so bad. So so bad. I think the nerve endings in Kristen Stewart's face must have all died. How else can it remain so slack all the time? I can imagine the director saying, "Kristen! Show no emotion! NO EMOTION EVER!" And she nailed it.

But at least I made this while I waited for it to end:

I can't stop making headbands. Please someone take this glue gun away.

I hate yams

I have changed 3 poo diapers in the last two hours. Please stop.

It's yam poo. I fed the child one ounce of yams yesterday, and she is now expelling it with the angry ass power of a thousand suns. It seriously smells like a human body died and rotted in her diaper. I am covered in hand sanitizer and am wondering how much a hazmat suit would cost, and could I get one off of amazon?

2 minutes later...

Yes, amazon does sell hazmat suits. How could I doubt this? But perhaps even better is this gas mask which is $20, and 80% off retail price. According to the product description, this is "the gas mask issued to Israeli civilians when threatened with chemical attack by Saddam's Iraq. It has full NBC (neuclear, biological, chemical) protection, and comes with one sealed filter. Mask is new, unissued cond. and has hydration port (comes with drinking straw but not canteen cap)". Perfect.

I'm excited

because my bid is still the top (and only) bid for the Leapfrog Learn & Groove Musical Activity Table on eBay. It plays songs in English and Espanol!

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY LIFE?

Our wine thing

I haven't used our wine thing in so long that I forget what it's called. Wine holder? Wine closet? Ugh I forget. Anyway I used to drink wine, a lot of it. Like, in such amounts that I personally could have funded a small winery. I used to worry about getting pregnant, whether I would be able to stop drinking cold or whether my child would have a touch of fetal alcohol syndrome. Turns out I didn't have to worry about it -- being pregnant made alcohol taste ad. And even now it still tastes a little weird, and the few times I've had a bunch of drinks, my child made me pay for it very early the next morning. (Tangent: totally worst thing for a raging hangover? Crying baby.)

So now instead of wine, our wine thing holds books for and/or about babies:

Wackadoo

The photos I like most are the ones that are kind of weird.

Like this duckface one:

Just before I snapped this shot, V was looking down at jonker, and it was going to be a nice, sweet father/daughter moment. At the last second she turned her head and made it unexpectedly hilarious:

Or this one where she's flexing her feet: