That I am an obsessive proofreader? A normal blog post is proofread at least 5 times. It takes me FOREVER to post sometimes because I keep thinking ”Just one more time. THEN, I’ll hit publish”. Am I the only one? This proofreading obsession also applies to emails which explains why I am hideously behind on emails. I need to LET IT GO, because then I could email and blog more frequently. (and of course, I just added that last sentence on like the 6th proofreading.... sigh)
That I have been watching more TV lately? In the Switching One Habit for Another category, I have been watching more TV than sitting online. It is easiest to sit downstairs in the living room while Arun plays. He does NOT like sitting in the office, despite my best efforts to make it a play room for him - in the vain hope that I could sit online while he happily plays amongst himself. That plan is quickly foiled as he crawls over to me and starts grabbing at the keyboard and mouse. We really need a laptop. sigh.
That I think that Joe on Blue’s Clues is a bit of a Hottie? I have been watching Blue’s Clues because Arun will watch it for a whole 15!!! minutes!!, but then I finish out the episode because let’s face it, gals. That Joe? He’s pretty easy on the eyes. In fact, I just caught the landmark episode where Steve heads off to college and passes the Thinking Chair to Joe. Steve? Not so hot.
That I've considered buying a few more remotes just for Arun to play with? We have a few old ones already for him, but it would be nice to just scatter them throughout the house. Those things are worth fucking GOLD in the Entertainment Olympics.
That I fed my 9 month old baby chili the other day? These days, the moment Arun realizes that I am consuming food or drink, he immediately drops to all fours and scampers over to tackle me. So, I was eating a Boca Chili thingie and the problem was that I had liberally doused it with hot sauce. But Arun would NOT leave me alone, so I gave him a taste thinking he would go away but instead HE CAME BACK FOR MORE. In this same vein, we have discovered that Arun is not allegic to strawberries, mangos, trace cashews and sunflower seeds (which are SEEDS, not nuts, right??). I am sorta over the whole allergies thing at this point. I will hold tight to the peanuts thing, of course, but everything else is fair game now.
That Arun crawled off the bed the other day? CRAWLED safely, not FELL dangerously. Like, he did it the same way he crawls off the step from our foyer to the living room. Don’t get me wrong, I am not happy about it, but I was pretty impressed that he figured out how to do it. I am so grateful we have one of those low, platform beds. Yikes.
That my mother is driving me a bit crazy and I am a little worried about our trip to BlogHer? She keeps making little, needling comments about the co-sleeping which PISS ME OFF. If I want to co-sleep it’s MY FUCKING BUSINESS. I am tired of tackling all the stupid myths, false propoganda, misconceptions and urban legends about co-sleeping, folks. TIRED OF IT. She also made comments about my obsessivly taking pictures of Arun. And she always brushes his hair off his forehead. I LIKE bangs, otherwise, he looks like an egg-headed, bug-eyed freak. Also, she was starting to get mad at my sarcastic comments - like when I make the "beautiful people" comments and that I hope Arun isn't one of them and that instead, he is ugly-smugly, but smart. OF COURSE , I am joking - what mother wouldn't actually hope that her son is drop dead gorgeous AND brainy?
That after having put Arun in his carseat, I hopped into the driver’s seat and started to back out of the garage with the rear passenger door fucking OPEN? Did you read that? OPEN. Fortunately, I always creep very slowly out of the garage, so the second I hit the garage door rail thingie I stopped. There are some marks on the inner rubbery trim, but the door is okay but OH. MY. GOD. It really freaked my shit.
Haircut #5 and Counting
The hardest part about getting his haircut is keeping him from turning his head to see the action. It’s an operation best conducted with three persons - one to hold, one to cut and one to entertain/distract. He doesn’t scream or cry, but towards the end, his patience gets maxed out faster than a college student’s first piece of plastic.