My darling sister and Adventures in Cooking have both been breathing down my neck to write another entry, but the last couple of weeks were one long blur of suck and then busyness, and now more suck. It's like 800 degrees here with 146% humidity, and my brain feels like this looks, except half-melted:
Wedding shower on Saturday. I consumed more sugar in those two hours than I normally do in a year. Woke up with a headache on Sunday, and now it's sweltering, and there's no way I'm getting on the elliptical anytime this week. I feel gross and worthless. Maybe I will start jogging outside at night.
Wait, no. No, I won't.
2.0 is more like 2.0 x 108 (too bad I didn't name her 3.0 because then she'd be the speed of light, and I am such a dork). I'm obsessed with her weight and length because I have never seen a baby grow so fast. It's almost obscene. She's about 17 pounds and 26 inches now. As big as Grace was around 7 or 8 months. I do not feed her Sprite and doughnuts, I swear.
I watched the finale of Lost. Now, I figured it would be a letdown. A show that great just can't have a satisfying finale. It's pretty much impossible. But oh my gosh, people. I can't even tell you how irritating this was.
It was so schmaltzy and argh. And schmaltzy. Did I mention that? Because it was. I expect better from you, show.
For most of the episode, I was pretty sure we were looking at a Rambaldi device, which would have been annoying, but not as lame as what it really was, which I'm still not sure of. Have you ever been talking about something and suddenly realized you were running off at the mouth, and you let your sentence just trail off aimlessly because you didn't know where it was going anyway? That was the finale of Lost. I think the writers were all drunk and got tired.
And then the scene in the church at the end. Oh my gosh. What annoyed me the most--and I know this is stupid--was the stained-glass window. A cross, a moon and star, a star of David, and a bunch of other Major World Religion symbols. It was so ridiculously heavy-handed I wanted to barf.
So, we took our mower to the hardware store to get repaired. It's always been broken. One of the wheels likes to come off, and James has to stop and kick it back on. It adds more than a few minutes to the job.
It's now been a week and a half, and they're still not done with it. Meanwhile, our lawn looks like something out of Little House on the Prairie. I'm afraid to go play in the yard with Grace because I'm pretty sure I'd lose her. Soon, the neighbors will start complaining. Too bad Shirtless Yardwork Neighbor Man is no longer around to mow our lawn when it gets too long.
We need a new car seat. The Enormous One is not going to fit into hers much longer unless she stops eating (hah!). It needs to be a convertible, easy to install without LATCH, and rear-facing up to a pretty high weight. Also, it must not exceed the value of the child who will be sitting in it. Otherwise, I'll just sell her to the highest bidder and buy myself a cute little sports car.
I am running out of shows to watch on Netflix while I feed the rabid beast. I started Torchwood and was intrigued, but it's not really clicking with me. Any suggestions?
I would like to read while feeding the baby, but I find it difficult to hold her and a book at the same time.
We started weaning her from the swaddle tonight. It was so hot in her room. I left one arm out. Hopefully we don't wake at three in the morning to an enraged, naked baby. Few things are less pleasant.
Remember earlier how I talked about trailing off at the end of a sentence because you realize you're rambling on about nothing? Yeah, that's what I'm doing. So now I'll stop.
