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May 11, 2006
Well, I think this thing has officially gone live so it must be okay to share: my new ClubMom blog, Purple Is a Fruit.
Please stop by! It’s totally fresh and new and…um, okay, it’s pretty much this page exactly. Except with ads. And a goobery picture of me. But also: donuts!
And for your viewing pleasure, a baby with a washcloth on his head:
May
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May 10, 2006
Somebody found their way to this site by searching for “my child is eight months and not crawling”. Hey, same here, Mystery Googler! But fear not, for every child develops at their own pace, and soon enough both you and I will wonder what we did with all that free time before Junior started slithering around the house and tongue-probing open electrical sockets.
It’s sort of hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that Riley will be independently ambulatory at some point, I suppose it’s a reluctance on my part to picture him as a toddler instead of a baby…a deliciously soft, sweet-smelling, tiny…little…
Well! Pardon me while I sob brokenly into my shirtsleeve for a moment, here. Ahh, that’s better. Nothing like the emotional dichotomy of awaiting all new stages with breathless excitement while simultaneously mourning each passing moment, you know? I can’t wait for Riley to learn more and do more; I can’t stand the thought that he’s growing older by the nanosecond! Ha ha haaa, I’m going CRAZY!
(Crazy like a fox.)
(What?)
(I don’t know. Let’s move on.)
Watching the video Kristin posted of her ridiculously adorable Nolan doing his hilarious version of crawling actually briefly melted all of the connective tissue in my body with its awesomeness. I hope Riley busts some kind of cool-ass move like that, because that would be even better than American Idol.
Well, except for the Chris Daughtry songs. Sorry, Riley, but if it’s a question of sharing the magical experience of my firstborn child tackling a developmental milestone or watching Chris sing “A Little Less Conversation”, you’ll just have to do it again during the commercial break. Maybe if you had a wallet chain mommy would love you just a little bit more.
(9:47 PM update: Noooooo! WHY GOD WHY?)
I’m told that when I was little I didn’t crawl, but rather motored around by ‘walking’ on all fours, which seems highly advanced and probably indicative of incipient genius on my part – unfortunately for a while I also fell a lot but never put my hands out, thus constantly smashing facefirst into things and no doubt knocking all the gifted neurons into a permanently unused portion of my brain, along with my future ability to understand that microwaving a cup made of both metal and plastic is not a good idea. So here’s hoping Riley got an extra dipper from JB’s gene pool when it comes to early locomotion.
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In all the flurry of preparing for our weekend trip to Victoria – washing clothes, assembling all of Riley’s necessities, making reservations – I completely forgot all about Dog until this afternoon, when I placed a frantic and guilty call to the vet to see if she could be boarded. Thankfully there is room, but O how the mighty have fallen; Dog, who used to be top Dog in this household, now slipped somewhere below the laundry in terms of importance.
Tonight, to partially make amends for both my forgetfulness and her upcoming kennel stay, I allowed her to eat the leftovers from our dinner, which included some slow-cooked beans. I’m not sure if dogs are truly capable of revenge, but as a result of the mortiferous aroma that’s been wafting gently in my direction ever since, I think it’s safe to say that for now, Dog is pretty much first and foremost on my mind.
(“Forget about me, will you? Fine, I’ll gas you out AND dig in your garden.”)
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