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Can I have my pony now?
Feb. 7th, 2008 02:56 pmI just wanted to say that I really dig Barack Obama. I think he is a very good speaker and he is very good at making people very hopeful. Even though he thinks Jen and I shouldn't be married. Hell, sometimes *I* think Jen and I shouldn't be married. But not because she's a woman. ;) I don't really think he can institute the kind of change he is talking, though - not for lack of trying but because of reality. It's kind of like Deval Patrick, whom I also love very much. He was very candid and hopeful and optimistic and promised that we would all have ponies and what can I say, I am still waiting for my pony.
Also, nothing is quite as amusing as taking your easily overstimulated child to playgroup when she has napped for 30 minutes all day and skipped the pre-lunch nap she usually takes. Because it's like "all eyes on your baby" while she cries and cries, and everyone tries to "make her feel better." And then the host's husband starts taking PICTURES so then they have a gazillion pictures of your overtired and overstimulated child crying.
But then people started to leave, and everyone went out into the kitchen. I put Punk on the living room floor to change her diaper and she rolled over and started playing quietly with all of their toys. HA HA, SUCKERS!
She fell asleep as soon as she got into the car, as expected. (It was 2pm and she got up from her 30 minute nap at 9:15am.) It was the first time she fell asleep in the Big Girl Car Seat and I was worried that when she woke up from being taken out, she wouldn't go back to sleep. But... she did. Yay! She is sleeping now and I ate fast food drive through at Jen's insistence and maybe I can even fold some clothes.
(Yes, Tim, I am still a clean freak. Having a baby hasn't changed that except that I don't get to clean as much and drive myself crazy.)
Also, Jen is having eighty gazillion back problems right now and the chiropractor says she has disc problems. She fell at work a while back so worker's comp should pay for everything, but if she needs to have some sort of back surgery I am likely to shoot myself. Or something. Maybe not as dramatic.
I have been thinking about this Canada thing for a long time. Years, probably, but definitely more hard core since Punk has been born, because I want so much more for her than what she's getting here. I want her to live somewhere where her parents don't need to adopt her when they tried so hard for her, and I want her family to have the same rights as someone else's family no matter what part of the country they are in, and I want university to be affordable and attainable for her if she wants to go, and I want to know that she will always have health care, no matter what happens to her moms. It has become a bit of an obsession in the last month or so, not at all related to the election because I'm not one of those "If so and so wins I will just move to Canada" people.
Speaking of the election, GOOD RIDDANCE MITTENS!
Can I have my pony now?
Also, nothing is quite as amusing as taking your easily overstimulated child to playgroup when she has napped for 30 minutes all day and skipped the pre-lunch nap she usually takes. Because it's like "all eyes on your baby" while she cries and cries, and everyone tries to "make her feel better." And then the host's husband starts taking PICTURES so then they have a gazillion pictures of your overtired and overstimulated child crying.
But then people started to leave, and everyone went out into the kitchen. I put Punk on the living room floor to change her diaper and she rolled over and started playing quietly with all of their toys. HA HA, SUCKERS!
She fell asleep as soon as she got into the car, as expected. (It was 2pm and she got up from her 30 minute nap at 9:15am.) It was the first time she fell asleep in the Big Girl Car Seat and I was worried that when she woke up from being taken out, she wouldn't go back to sleep. But... she did. Yay! She is sleeping now and I ate fast food drive through at Jen's insistence and maybe I can even fold some clothes.
(Yes, Tim, I am still a clean freak. Having a baby hasn't changed that except that I don't get to clean as much and drive myself crazy.)
Also, Jen is having eighty gazillion back problems right now and the chiropractor says she has disc problems. She fell at work a while back so worker's comp should pay for everything, but if she needs to have some sort of back surgery I am likely to shoot myself. Or something. Maybe not as dramatic.
I have been thinking about this Canada thing for a long time. Years, probably, but definitely more hard core since Punk has been born, because I want so much more for her than what she's getting here. I want her to live somewhere where her parents don't need to adopt her when they tried so hard for her, and I want her family to have the same rights as someone else's family no matter what part of the country they are in, and I want university to be affordable and attainable for her if she wants to go, and I want to know that she will always have health care, no matter what happens to her moms. It has become a bit of an obsession in the last month or so, not at all related to the election because I'm not one of those "If so and so wins I will just move to Canada" people.
Speaking of the election, GOOD RIDDANCE MITTENS!
Can I have my pony now?
