1. I'm weaning the baby. Mostly because she isn't all that interested and partly because it would be great to release myself from that physical obligation of Mandatory Presence. There are movies I want to see, vacations I want to take, things I'd like to do AWAY FROM MY BABY.
The thing about Charlotte is she has never been the kind of baby that loves to nurse. Sure, she was comforted by it and she was into the nutritional part but she just never, ever seemed to WANT to nurse. She never fell asleep while nursing. She never got into a legit schedule with nursing. If I offered, she accepted and that's about as far as it went with her.
This gets a little hilarious now that we know she's a baby that eyes your plate of enchiladas and then EATS AN ENTIRE ONE. (With jalapenos and onions!) She will eat anything. It feels almost like she's been holding out for the good stuff and now that she's mastered a sippy cup she's really not interested in me. I think we'll be done in the next two weeks or so.
Oddly, I don't feel any wah-wah-this-might-be-my-last-baby feelings on the topic. Looking at her, it's hard to see her as a BABY, since she's all huge and wiggly and can mimic sounds like UH-OH and DADA and HIIIIII. (I hesitate to call these true words because she really is only mirroring what she hears, when she hears it. I have yet to get a HIIIII when someone enters the room.) I feel like we left that sweet-sleepy-baby nursing part a few months back. Claire weaned at 11 months and it appears Charlotte will as well.
I might use it for kitchen curtains, but I'm not sure. I'll thumbtack the yard up and see what I think. If I like it, I'll use it along with a larger order and if I don't like it on the wall I will turn it into sofa pillows. Anyway, my normal place didn't have it, so I had to Google and I found my new sweet shop where I ordered my yard of fabric PLUS another yard of sweet fabric that I am going to use to make a little cushion for this rocking chair I used to sit in at my Grandad's house:
I could have ordered a LOT more fabric but I restrained myself. They shipped this stuff to me for a flat $3.75, which I was a big, big fan of.
3. Every time we go to Walmart these days, Claire sees the chocolate bunnies and says, very solemnly,
"I really hope the Easter Bunny comes shopping here and brings me one of those chocolate bunnies."
(Her bunny of choice is a Lindt chocolate rabbit.)
So, HRM. This appears to be a topic the literature doesn't address: How does the Easter Bunny acquire his goods for distribution to children? Santa has a workshop and the Easter Bunny has.....Walmart? According to Claire, he has Walmart.
4. Because I am an amazing mother, I let Claire paint with legit tempura paint today. In the house. She did a really good job with keeping it reasonably clean and only painting when Charlotte was napping.
5. Look at what I found in the washing machine. (Bloated, dead.) (Oh my gosh, just typing that made me vomit a little.)
I don't think it's as bad as the time I found a tail-less gecko (bloated, dead) in the washing machine but it's SURE CLOSE.
6. Elizabeth posted about her summer uniform a few weeks ago and while I LOVE Elizabeth's idea and plan it is just not for me because there is no way all of those things would be clean, folded and easily accessible all at the same time at my house. Perhaps Elizabeth is better at laundry than I am, but I know I'd have a pile of orange and navy garments in a corner of my room within two weeks. (Why is the folding and putting away so haaaaaaard?)
For the past few summers, all I have let myself buy are dresses. This works for me because it's waaaaay harder to find a dress I like than a cheapie shirt at Target or Old Navy, and this cuts down on frivolous purchases that fall apart. I have no use in the hot Texas summer for jeans and I already have enough shorts to make a good rotation, so this leaves dresses/skirts. And, I know myself, if I bought "uniform" shirts to go with skirts I would just spill salad dressing on them and turn them into pajama shirts and never, ever get rid of them and be reluctant to replace them and I HAVE ENOUGH OF THAT SHIRT THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
So. Dresses. They make me feel less frumpy, I look semi dressed-up, I can wear them with flip-flops, they require no matching. That's my plan for Summer 2012. (There's also the part about how I figure since someone barfed on me for all of last summer my "look" will be much improved no matter what I wear.)
7. This is the first dress I think I want to buy. $35! Yes! WINNAH!