February 13, 2008

• What better way to start off the new year than with rice cereal!  Starting life with a silver spoon in his mouth.  He doesn't care.

  

  Our cable hasn't worked properly since Monday.  We are unable to use any of the DVR features of the cable box.  I'm very VERY upset because none of my shows are recording!  Not to mention the fact that Dr Evil and I have to compromise in what we watch since we can't record!  Oh the horror!  [what did we do before dvr and how on earth did we hold out so long before getting it?].  Anyways, there is a message that pops up telling me to call the number on the screen if the problem persists.  Well the problem has persisted...

  I called.  an automated service answered my call.  All I wanted was to speak to a service rep.  Irking.  I said "1" to continue in english.  Then "4" to speak to someone regarding the cable TV.  Then 3.  Then 4.  Then 2.  Then 2 again.  After about 15 minutes of "trying to help them better assist me" Colin started chiming in.  You see, I was holding him while on the phone so when I said 4 or 2 he would look at me and reply "ooohwowu" or "abubuduh" or "pshtebeb".  As I spouted out more numbers he got all riled up and babbled louder.  The next thing you know the automated lady was telling me she couldn't understand my entry and that we'd continue with the previous question because it was replying to Colin's sounds and not my answers!  This happened about 5 times before I got mad and gave up.  My cable still isn't working properly.  

  

  Colin got sick last week.  He's been sniffly and snotty and for a while he was spiking fevers.  He got me sick too... right before I had a case due, a midterm, and 2 papers.  No more fever for either of us but still sniffly and snotty.  He's such a baby these days.  I wish he'd act his age... geez!  Since he wasn't feeling well we spoiled the hell out of him.  We let him co-sleep... nursed him on-demand, rocked him to sleep.  Can't wait to Ferberize him... again.  All the screaming and crying was so fun the first time around.

  

  When I was pregnant, those 7 months went by soooo sluggishly.  The last 7 months with Colin have been a whirlwind!  In the last month he's cut 4 teeth and currently working on his 5th!  He's sitting on his own.  He's balancing on all fours [getting ready to really crawl and tear up the apartment!].  He's eating solids (rice cereal, carrots, sweet potatoes, nutterbut squash, peas, avocados).  Next bananas

  Speaking of solids... I love my food pureed.  I've been making Colin's baby food.  It's easier than I thought it would be.  I was stressed at first as to whether or not I'd be able to do it... or do it well for that matter.  Me no cook so good.  Turns out I'm Top Chef when it comes to baby food!  The other night I made dinner too spicy and felt I shouldn't eat it cuz it might irritate Colin [since I'm still nursing].  We didn't have anything else to eat so I unfroze Colin's carrots, sweet potatoes, and nutterbut squash.  Yum!  A couple years ago, I went to Aquavit and thought Samuelsson was a damn fool for pureeing my broccoli.  Now I think, he was a culinary genius! 

  

  I am waaaaay fatter than when I was pregnant.  When I was prego, my "fat" was actually the little piggy that had taken residence inside of me.  Right now... there's no one... just me... 3 cupcakes, a piece of cake, a box of chocolates, and a slice of bacon cheese pizza.  I have a disease.  I think I eat as many desserts in a single day as I used to smoke cigarettes during a day.  I'm about two twinkies away from dentures and a trip to Lane Bryant.  I look like I'm 4 months pregnant.  Maybe worse.  How embarrasking.  I need to start working out and eating better.  I used to care about what I ate and how I took care of myself... Now I let myself use the fact that I had a baby and that I'm still nursing as excuses to eat 4 donuts and a piece of cake for breakfast.  My sweet tooth is ferocious!  I want to be skinny again.  Ok my goal for my birthday is to lose 2 lbs.  I will only eat one thing sweet a day and getting some exercise at least 3 times a week. 

  

  I made our cleaning lady cry.  Well... she got misty on me.  She keeps bringing us presents from baby finger foods to baby hats to picture holders to a fish to a freaking pinata!  It's all really sweet but it's a little weird receiving things from her.  Anyways, week after week I tell her not to waste her money and that it is the last time we'll take it.  So last week she brought a twisty straw and a fisherman hat and I told her I wasn't going to take it.  And like every week she said it was the last time.  So this week I went off [nicely] and told her to save her money and stop buying us things... she pouted her bottom lip like a 2 yr old and her eyes filled to the brim with tears.  It was so bizarre to see her cower on the floor like that.  It was like I was reprimanding a toddler.  Sometimes she makes me feel uncomfortable.  She doesn't have boundaries.  Did I tell you about the time she saw me nursing Colin and decided to show me her inverted nipple?  I still have nightmares about that!

  

  Ok I think I have caught you up about our lives.  Thank you, you've been a beautiful audience.  And now for your viewing pleasure....

  Nobody beats daddy!

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