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.

Fa la la la la la la not sure.

Happy holidays, everyone! From the Subversive family home.

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.

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S.O.S

I sunk to a new low today.

Zuul was getting cranky, and I knew it was close to nap time, but it was also lunch time, and I was defrosting peas, praying she'd hold out until after lunch.  I started her on the boob in the nursery and she fell asleep.  

Anticipating this, I had Subversive Dad check in on me once, and, whispering I said "put the peas in the fridge, and please bring me my iPad and a sandwich."

Now, this isn't funny, Subversive Dad is going deaf.  He's usually pretty good at reading lips though, so I thought I would be ok.  However, 20 minutes after he gave me his iPad, I still hadn't been brought a single thing to eat so, desperate, I went to Facebook.

DISCLAIMER:  Please excuse the bad typing on my end as I was doing it with one hand while balancing a baby on my legs.  Also, excuse my first attempt at screen capturing.  I haven't quite figured out how to trim it all down.  I'm a bit graphically challenged - as you can tell by my sloppy blog.

Now, Zuul did wake up right when N called, but Subversive Dad made me a sandwich anyway with a side of shaming glances.  He swears I did not ask him for a sandwich, but if there is one thing you ought to know about me is I DO NOT MESS WHEN IT COMES TO FOOD!!!

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