Sunday Confessional

List this under "Things I Never Thought Would Excite Me", but the highlight of my last two days has been good, solid, easy and quick to clean poos.

Sunday Confessional

When I decided to cut my hair, there was only one way I wanted it. Pixie short like Zuul's. Didn't quite work out that way, but I'm coping.

I've already been thinking about which hair colour I want to try next, and I want to try and dye it the same golden brown as Zuul's. I love her shade and, quite honestly, I'm a little bummed of everyone saying she looks like everyone but me.

This is incredibly Joan Crawford of me, isn't it.

Sunday Confessional

Whatever drugs the creators of In The Night Garden were using? I want them.

Sunday Confessional

We were with our nephews this weekend -- ages four and two.  They love to play rough with Subversive Dad.  This evening's game he was a tiger.

The four year old hollers "Subversive Aunty!  Subversive Uncle's trying to eat me!!!" in which I damn near replied, "Yup, he tries to eat me too."

I guess I must be finally gaining my mommy filters. Don't know if I should be proud or sad.

Monday Confessional

Oops! I'm a day late.

I was out of washcloths and baby wipes after Zuul's lunch yesterday, so I called the dog over to help clean her up.

Sunday Confessional

Protip: Be prepared to do some explaining if you miss a spot or two on baby's face after a blueberry meal. They look remarkably like bruises. And you will miss a spot because cleaning up baby with just wipes or a wet cloth is impossible. I've just given up and tell people she's in a fight club.

As for the confessional part, I am so over this introducing baby to one food at a time thing. I know it's the right thing to do just in case she might have an allergy, but it's become tedious.

Sunday Confessional

The first "lullaby" I sang to Zuul was Pink Floyd's "Mother". It was the only song I could remember the lyrics to. Even though I named her after a song. Those sweet lyrics escaped me. "Mother" though? Like I was in high school, watching The Wall on repeat with my clique of band/art/film geeks all over again.

If you're wondering what the big deal is, go Google the lyrics and get back to me.

Creepy mom is creepy.

Zuul's going to be so fucked up.


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And, with that, I'll be very pressed for time the next few days. We move in with Grandma and Grandpa on Thursday all the way over on Vancouver Island until we sell our Mainland home. Grandma & grandpa do not have wifi either. I write most of these blogs from my non-Bluetooth iPad while Zuul naps or plays next to me. Pro. Grandma and grandpa are very eager to help and play with Zuul, leaving me with more me time, but Con, only one computer to share between four people, therefore, OMG SO LOST WITH OUT MY SOCIAL NETWORKS!!!

I guess I'll finally be catching up on some knitting and exercise.

Wish me luck! I'm going to miss my home very, very much.

Sunday Confessional

Two days ago, we started our normal routine of getting up, nursing and getting ready to walk the dog.


I must of been bagged because, while I took great care to protect Zuul from the frigid morning, I completely forgot to strap her in safely in her stroller.

If you follow my blog, you know this is a BIG FUCKING DEAL because Subversive Dog can really throw her weight around, and has damn near toppled the stroller over before in her excitement. Luckily for Zuul and I, (not so much for puppy), she has been nursing a scraped up paw and, therefore, with a sad limp, a lot gentler with us all.

Still, feeling like an epic fail as a mom. The only thing making me feel like less of a failure (just a little) is the story an old family friend told me.

Her daughter, who’s a year or two older than me, was also raised by a German Shepherd and told me about the day she parked her then toddler outside of a boutique and tied the dog to it before heading in to shop. (I’ll let that absorb with you for a bit.)

She came out to find the dog had pulled her baby 3 blocks down the street. No harm to any party except maybe a life lesson in where not to tie the dog (or leave your children, cough cough).

For the record, this particular mom is most excellent and a good life long friend. The 70’s were just a very different parenting era. Very. 0_o

Sunday Confessional

Zuul finally turned front to back… And will probably never try it again. She banged her head.  Hard.

And where was the parental supervision? Why, I was sitting right next to her the whole time…

Reading The Bloggess.