Monthly archive for February 2012

Mini break

Mike and I got back yesterday from two nights at our favourite hotel, where we enjoyed a luxurious, baby-free mini-vacation while Ellie hung out with my parents, doing the sorts of things you do when you visit your grandparents, like going out for breakfast and refusing to nap. I didn’t even cry when we left her, and I didn’t miss her TOO terribly much. (There is something soothing about leaving your child with your own parents, because you have experienced firsthand their level of overall competency, and can reassure yourself with the knowledge that you are awesome and alive and they can probably take credit for at least some of the awesomeness and most — if not all — of the aliveness.) I believe the Brits call this sort of thing a “mini break”, which I think is lovely, because it conjures up images of swimming on sunny days at seaside cottages and picking bouquets from wildflower gardens at cute little country homes and driving in convertibles with big sunglasses and scarves around your head, and although we didn’t do any of THOSE things, we did get to play music super loud in the car and sleep in late and eat breakfast in bed and order the margarita sampler at lunch, which is 3 mini margaritas (i.e. the perfect amount for an extremely rare indulgence in daytime drinking) served in a festive little tray, the perfect accompaniment to the fajitas and freshly made tortilla chips that you might eat too many of because there is no good Mexican food in the town in which you live. (more…)

Baby goggles

You know how there’s all kinds of unintentionally obnoxious things you say about parenthood before you actually become a parent? You don’t mean to be so oblivious, but you really just don’t know any better, so you say things out loud you really should have kept to yourself, and if you’re lucky you forget you ever said them, but if you’re unlucky not only do you remember you said them, but other people remember too, so you kind of spend the first couple of years feeling and looking kind of like an idiot, and although ideally everyone finds the fumbling and the cluelessness kind of endearing, in reality I suspect that the amount of grace offered likely depends pretty heavily on just how obnoxious you were before parenthood happened to you. At any rate, I think the whole process repeats itself when your first child becomes a teenager. And probably again when they leave for university, and again when they have THEIR first child. Probably it continues until you die, this whole speaking-authoritatively-about-things-you-know-nothing-about thing, but that’s a depressing thought and thankfully not really my point. (more…)

Biological contamination: high

I was going to blog this week about more interesting stuff (Ellie said her first word! we are going on a mini-vacation in a few weeks! other things I can’t think of right now!) but I came down with strep throat on Tuesday so I’ve spent the past few days focusing all of my energy on trying not to die. Mike stayed home for a couple of days and I got to lay on the couch watching old episodes of Ellen so at least I didn’t have to worry about taking care of Ellie but it was all pretty miserable. I think the thing that makes all of this the absolute worst is that I had a dentist appointment at the end of last week to have THREE cavities filled (four needles! 70 minutes in the chair! hole in my lip from the straw of the smoothie I stopped for on my way home and stupidly drank while my face was still frozen!) and it seems like there is a very good chance that I got the strep AT THE DENTIST. Which is like adding insult to injury, only worse. What is worse than adding insult to injury? Injury to injury? I don’t even know. Whatever is worse, that’s what this is. I didn’t think it was possible for me to hate the dentist any more. AND YET. (more…)