by mayberry on April 27, 2007
Some of the loveliest ladies in the blogosphere are about to deliver what are sure to be some of the loveliest babies in the blogosphere. So in their honor, here’s a little unsolicited counsel (and you’re invited to their baby shower–go join in the fun!).
The worst assvice I received as a new mom: “She’s still not sleeping through the night? Oh, because you’re breastfeeding, that’s why.” Gee. Thanks. Sooo helpful.
And the best advice, right after “give breastfeeding at least three weeks before you decide to stop”: Pick your battles. Baby won’t sleep anywhere but the carseat? Buckle him in and enjoy the ride. Toddler will only eat from a red bowl and drink from a red cup? Stock up on the scarlet and dine in peace. Preschooler wants to wear 14 different colors, textures, and patterns at once? Beam with pride at her individuality and independence. You only think people are staring at the grocery store. And if they are? Screw ‘em–they obviously have no sense of humor.
by mayberry on February 8, 2007
1. 8 hours alone
- Mostly in the car, marinating in NPR.
- Especially charmed by a story on This American Life, about a boy who idolized his late father so much that he decided to build a time machine so he could see his dad again. He spent more than 50 years studying quantum physics so he could figure out how to build the machine. (TAL’s web site doesn’t allow me to link directly to the story but it’s called “Tragedy Minus Time Equals Happily Ever After”; the subject of it also wrote a memoir).
- A large chai tea latte consumed entirely by me with no one pestering me for a drink of it.
2. 8 hours asleep.
- Stayed up late.
- Slept in cushy hotel bed.
- Woke up at nine-thirty a.m. and read People magazine before taking a hot shower while not also listening for someone yelling “Ma-MAAAAAA!”
3. 8 hours with Julie.
- Drinks, and appetizers, and an attempted pick-up by a really drunk guy at an Irish bar. I mean, I think Julie and I are cute and all, but we had like 15 years on this guy and were both wearing wedding rings. A few minutes later he was involved in some sort of altercation and was escorted from the bar by a pair of cops.
- Slept through breakfast, proceeded directly to lunch.
- Had chocolate fondue for dessert at lunch. Fondue, as in molten chocolate.
Yeah. It was a good day.
P.S.: I didn’t include this at first because it technically happened outside of the 24 hours, but the icing on the day’s cake was finally, finally meeting my fellow Mayberrian Movin’Mom! I vow that another six months will not pass before it happens again.
