Here’s a few things that I just have to get off my chest before the weekend starts.

1) So, I post on Child’s Play x 2 and I must look very pathetic. There is one comment on my guest post, and it’s mine. My ego has been sufficiently deflated. Despite my apparently large readership in Lewis County, Washington, it is clear, once again, that The Corner is still a small place in the great big blogosphere. Okay, I’m done with my pity party.

2) I feel like an extraordinarily crappy mother. Easter morning, just as we were about to take pictures of the kids (the very one that I posted a couple of days ago, as a matter of fact), Baby Boy throws up all over his khakis. Besides the feeling of panic that comes with your baby vomiting, there was the “what is he going to wear now?” dilemma. Fortunately, the Webmaster had dressed him in his new, 9 month sized khakis, which are still a little large on him. His 6 month sized ones were clean and ready to be worn, so we got him into dry pants while the Munchkin kept exclaiming, “Baby spee up! Baby spee up!”

And as soon as we get the clean khakis on him, he throws up again. This time, though, he misses everyone’s clothes (I am holding him horizontally with the floor so the vomit goes straight down) and hits the carpet, and in the vomit is a piece of plastic wrapper about 2 inches long and a half an inch wide. It was blue. We have no idea where it came from. Clearly, the poor kid wanted it out of his tummy. He was fine after barfing it up, and our Easter progressed normally from that point, sans vomit.

Fast-forward to last night. The Webmaster had choir rehearsal, so I was home alone with the kids. Baby Boy has two new teeth bulging out on either side of his top two teeth, so he’s on the crankier side of things. So as I was doing some research on the computer and the Munchkin was watching a movie (as she gets to do on Thursday evenings because Daddy’s not home and Mommy wants her sanity), Baby Boy, fussing and whining, crawled over to me. I picked him up, and then he began to gag. I caught most of the vomit in my hand, but he tagged his overalls, my jeans, and my socks as the overflow hit the floor. And the cause? He had found a piece of bark on the floor and decided that it might make a decent snack. The bark’n’vomit, all in my hand, told a different story. After changing my own clothes, I stripped him down and gave him a bath in our kitchen sink, and he was so wiped out that he went to bed early.

Good mothers would vacuum more.

3) Today is the day – I am signing up to be a Stampin’ Up demonstrator. The Webmaster has informed me that I need to at least try and make money off this hobby. So I will become a crack dealer instead of just a user. Only kidding… I am looking forward to getting out of the house and doing camps, using my creative skills, and at least supporting my habit. Now I will have an iron-clad excuse to buy stamps! Ha ha!

Have a good weekend, everyone!

4 Responses to “Potpourri”

  1. Little Cousin's Mommy
    April 21st, 2006 07:09

    Well, now that you’re a demonstrator, you can advise me on some stamps. I’m going to be doing a scrapbook – of sorts – highlighting Oddball’s Army career. Also, I may – but don’t really want to – have to scrapbook my wedding album (I know, I’m very late), so I’d need suggestions on that. Nothing cutesy!

    Also, I left a short comment on your guest blog. So quit you’re whining!

  2. jen
    April 21st, 2006 12:34

    I read your ditty on ChildsPlay2 and liked it…just haven’t been into commenting lately.
    But now I am…comment comment comment! 🙂
    I also reside in the PAC NW…Kitsap area actually…

  3. Oddball
    April 22nd, 2006 16:08

    Look on the bright side of things. Your going to be a demonstrator, and at least you didn’t spend Friday training to call for Artillery fire on your own position (fun but a bit scary).

  4. Matthew
    April 24th, 2006 13:08

    Don’t take it personally, Deanna. I only have about 10 regular commenters so I don’t get many comments anyway. Also, it’s been my experience that people feel weird commenting on a post that is not on that person’s blog.

    Your experience about the barfing scares the bejeezus out of me. We rarely get out the vacuum ourselves.