What, me worry?

The very best part of the Hot Mix Incident from over the weekend, is that now I am not scared to give the kid ANYTHING. He‘s ALL OVER those honey-laced strawberries...... Anyway, I realize now how much this whole “solid food” thing was affecting me. Because he doesn’t do formula, I have to watch out for the iron intake and I was starting to worry about anemia. The kid wouldn’t take the “Gerber stuff” and while I would still give him the “adult stuff”, I always felt bad -- as if I was somehow projecting how much I don’t like Gerber and their nefarious corporate tactics in 3rd world countries. Anyway, I will continue to try the Gerber stuff, but refuse to worry about it. Damn. This mothering gig is HARD - there is always, ALWAYS something to fret over.

The weekend was really, really nice. X still worked every day of it, but would come home in the early afternoon. Arun is becoming very attached to him and loves it when X takes him walking around the neighborhood to see the cars. Also, it seems he knows the word “Daddy”. When I say the word, he looks around for him (he does this with “kitty”, too. “Mama”? Nope, the little ingrate - although it’s probably due to the fact that I hate talking in 3rd person like that little red fuck Elmo.).... Anyway, X has already commented on how much it is going to suck the day Arun starts to cry when he heads out the door for work.

This weekend was also pretty productive - we went to Kansas City nearly every day for something (meals, coffee, Union Station gig, Nelson Art Gallery), I started to catch up on my cache of Antique Roadshows on the DVR, I downloaded more footage of Arun then made a new DVD out of it, read some magazines, and read a book. The book, Generation Me by Jean Twenge, was absolutely fascinating. It covered the whole GenX thing (18-35 year olds) and was EXTREMELY interesting - I had a difficult time putting it down. While I would be considered a part of that generation, I am at the very low end, so there were some aspects that I certainly related to and others that I didn’t understand. I am still thinking about this book, so I will write more about it later.

I have the Wednesday Group coming over for a Germ Exchange, um Playgroup, today, so I need to tidy up - at a minimum, I should probably move the fireplace tool set.

Simian Snaps

I rarely take “sleeping” snaps these days because Nap Time is Sacred Time and you don’t mess around with THAT shit. However, we needed to be out the door to meet my friend R and her daughter K, so I took advantage of the fact that I needed to wake him anyway.

Arun bummed his first Cheerio off of K during our lunch at the Nelson. I think he got a little drunk. Maybe he can return the favor in high school when K needs to score some beer.

We went to the Celebration at the Union Station and Arun had a blast just looking at everything going on.

He started to get a little tired of the Celebrating and “insisted” we miss out on the Fireworks. Kids these days. They just suck all the Fun out of everything.

Ah, who am I kidding? Just about everything is more fun with him around. Well, except sex. Ironically. sigh