Holla at yo momma, because this weekend is mother's day. Did you forget? This is the first year I can claim this holiday and bebe sure makes me earn my title. Let's see, today we had... kitchen chairs moved and knocked over, an entryway mat wadded up and turned over, dog bowls turned over, a full alligator roll away from the poopy diaper I was changing, running away in the middle of another diaper change and then immediately peeing on the carpet, and general teething grumpiness. But, woot! It's the weekend. We have a friend coming to stay for a night and the weather is gorgeous. 80Fhigh, 48F/low, not a cloud in the sky. Maybe we'll even get to use our firepit. I think mother's day morning will be celebrated with some mimosas on the deck. Happy weekend. What do you idiots have planned?
We have another frost warning. My seedlings-turned-mature-plants are never making it outside. Tomorrow I'm taking mom to the dump. She likes going for car rides, and finds the dump a fascinating place for some reason... it's like REALLY judgmental people watching, where you can see what shit they throw away and then (literally) talk trash about them.
Diaper changes are a rodeo event around here. If my husband is here he holds the baby down while I change, but during the week it's a solo event. Kid has decided that diaper changes are not a worthwhile endeavor and tries to eject out of the situation, which usually means rolling away in about .3 seconds. I am not adept enough to perform a one handed nappy change. Occasionally when I am exhausted and worried that I will not react fast enough and an injury will occur, I will perform a diaper change on the ground rather than the changing table, but then bebe can run away altogether. It's really a lose-lose situation that I get to participate in 7-8 times a day.
Plus side, poop was smeared on the changing table cover today rather than the carpet. So I've got that going for me.
Oh, sorry. Alligators do these fast barrel rolls to drown their prey. The quickness and savageness of the bebe's rolls remind us of that move.
It seems to have struck a chord with a few people... I have a pickup full of cardboard and Styrofoam that the normal street picker-up-er-ers don't deal with worth shit, so it's just easier to drive it to the dump and toss it in the big recycling bin there. She likes to come along when I do as she enjoys driving around in the truck. It's not aligator-rolling poop smearing complex or anything... And it's fun to go slumming every now and then.
Taking her to a nice brunch place that does live jazz music on the weekends. We used to go when we lived in the city so it will be a nice change of pace. I'm not getting her anything else as I promised her jewelry with the baby's birthstone in it. Since the kid will be born in 3 weeks or less, I think that's enough.
Yeah, I used that expensive diaper changing station a total of once. I don't see any good reason for doing it anywhere but the floor. I just kept a towel on the changing table and would toss that thing on the floor and whip through the change without having to be concerned that the wild animal kicking and spinning would fall.
That's what I thought he meant when I first read that line; he was using "dump" as a term for nursing home. Hey Nett, how old is your mom, anyway?