Today has been pretty routine. No hair traumas, no major hissy fits from the child or her mother. So, I thought I'd take care of a little official blog bidness.
First and foremost, much love to Matilda444, who has made an ultra-generous donation to America's Second Harvest via Project Blog. Matilda's donation will make it possible for food banks to distribute 750 meals to people in need. Matilda, you rock! Thank you!
I'm going to add a new little feature to the sidebar. Since I do a lot of recipe development, I'm going to start posting links to some of my stuff. Good practice for getting my ass in gear and finally writing that cookbook I've been talking about for years.
Now, on the some Clara Jane news.
Peaches. Oh, for the love of organic white peaches! That's what this child of mine is eating with absolute frenzy. Our first foray into homemade baby food has gone wonderfully well. Since Saturday she's been getting pureed white peaches twice a day. We don't have any good messy-baby photos, because she doesn't spit them out. She loves them. She now even recognizes her little purple baby bowl. When she sees it, she goes nuts.
Today, she was rolling on the living room floor and noticed the empty bowl a few feet away from her. Clara "Peaches" Jane rolled onto her side and proceeded to scooch to the bowl. Child, you're only 4.5 months old! Slow the frick down! I think her new friend Narnia "Most Mobile 6-month-old Ever" Hope might be a bad influence on my child. It was after watching Narnia crawling and pulling herself up that Clara "Copycat" Jane started getting these ideas.
Slow down!!
I might be posting from prison tomorrow night. One of B.'s friends, who I will only refer to as "Spanker", will be paying us a visit. I have issues with Spanker. I set Spanker up with one of my best friends last year. Because, having known Spanker for 5 years, I thought he was a good guy.
You know how to make a good guy turn into a total monkey-spank? Fix him up with one of your best friends. Ghandi probably would have sprouted horns and eaten meat if some chick had fixed him up with one of her best friends.
I've managed to avoid seeing him for over a year. A big part of me would like to not be here tomorrow. But there's the sick part of me that's greatly looking forward to unnerving Spanker. I'm not going to do anything mean. I'm just going to be quiet. Very quiet. It scares the hell out of people when I'm quiet, since it's such a rare occurance.
And if I snap and do something mean, I'm sure they'll let my baby visit me in the hoosgow on Mother's Day and my birthday.
Posted by Robin at June 29, 2004 06:58 PM | TrackBackAh, good old Spanker. I've been meaning to drop him a line lately. He's good in theory, great in bed, but overall, bad for women ;)
Have fun torturing him (and use the toilet plunger on his face if you feel the need to).
Posted by: Mrs. Ed O'Brien at June 29, 2004 10:41 PMhey, if you do decide that you don't want to be there when he's there, we could get together for dinner. :)
or you could just let clara have an explosive poo and projectile vomiting episode on him. :)
Posted by: star monkeybrass at June 29, 2004 11:06 PM