I'm feeling rather tired and blah tonight. Last night was a late one, and today was filled with catering and a semi-fussy child. She has been banished to the dungeon, er, basement with her father for a bit so I can finally listen to the new Wilco CD uninterrupted. I'm thoroughly digging on "Spiders (Kidspeak)". It's so loose that it makes my neck muscles want to stop working, which could save me a lot of money on massage therapists.
There is nothing in the world quite as pitiful as watching a one-toothed cat trying to eat a large piece of chicken. Trust me, I saw it today. Pitiful, but funny. I had to reward her for her valient effort, so I cut up the chicken for her before she could choke on it.
Clara Jane rolled onto her stomach for the first time yesterday. She was on her quilt on the floor, and I turned my back for a second. Of course, that's when she did it, so I didn't get to see it. I certainly heard it. Apparently, Clara Jane heard through the baby grapevine that being on one's tummy causes babies to grow up to listen to Celine Dion and wear Lycra bike shorts in public, so she screamed and screamed and screamed. And continued to scream long after I picked her up, so horrible was her fear of what being a tummy-dweller might do to her.
I've deciding that crawling is highly over-rated. I'm sure she'll have no trouble learning to crab-walk, and I know she'll be happy about never having to face the dire consequences of tummy time.
I'm missing the Rufus Wainwright show at the Fox tonight. I guess I could have gone, but I didn't feel like sharing Rufus with Ben Folds and Guster. What the hell is a Guster, anyway? Wasn't that a model of vehicle made by Dodge in the late '70s? Anyway, I'm missing Rufus, which makes me a bit sad. Last time he was in town, I missed him because of being c-sectioned, infected and lactating. I just realized - as of this week, it's been a year since I've been to a concert. A whole year. Jesus. I guess this parenthood business really is turning me into an old person, er, adult.
Great. Now I'm depressed.
Posted by Robin at June 23, 2004 07:27 PM | TrackBackI saw Guster perform once. They opened for John Mayer. They're actually pretty decent!
Posted by: Wendy at June 23, 2004 09:04 PMI am soooo digging Spiders. In fact, this whole album is making me want to smoke a big fat jay to um, get more out of it when I'm listening ;)
Posted by: Mrs. Ed O'Brien at June 23, 2004 10:56 PMHey, keep your chin up! Our last Stripes show was at the beginning of July...not a year yet!
(sorry, just being a lil brat)
:)
Posted by: Jack White's Bitch #2 at June 24, 2004 11:23 AMwhat? only a year since your last concert? i can't even remember the last show i went to seeing as i was inconvieniently out of town for the white stripes-a-thon.
and guster...they sang that fa fa fa song. remember? fa fa fa? :)
Posted by: kara at June 24, 2004 05:46 PMNarnia hated tummy time, never spent any time on her tummy. And as I have bragged about many times on my blog, she started crawling at 5 months. Not crab walking, not scooching, but real crawling. So you see, there is hope for babies who hate tummy time.Clara "Don't put me on my tummy" Jane will be crawling around Uno next month.
Posted by: Mae Midwest at June 24, 2004 06:33 PM