Something I Sometimes Forget
I love auditing. I love it, and I think I’m good at it. With all the drama that probably everyone deals with with work, with all the emotions that go along with being a working mother, I really just like auditing.
I don’t want to forget that.
Caribbean Friday
The week is finally over. It ended with a jerk (ha!), with lunch being comprised of foods from the Caribbean. I attempted cheese pizza, but it was made with barbecue sauce or something. Wacky fun. I also had key lime pie, thus showing that if all else fails, pie redeems everything.
Thursday – American
The menu for today is American food.
Not bad, except that that probably means that the vegetarian option is a Philly cheese steak.
Wednesday Lunch
Mexican. Yet another cuisine that I don’t love (or even really like). Granted, I’m kind of a picky eater. But then, I can’t be the only person who doesn’t like these styles of food, right? The vegetarian offering is Tex-Mex vegetable spring rolls. Isn’t that more of a snack than a meal?
Monday, Tuesday… lunch?
I’m at a week long training seminar in Atlanta. The conference center we’re staying at has themed lunches, which is great in theory, but sucks for me in practice.
Monday was Indian day. Tampoori chicken. The vegetable was an oily peas and carrots that had some odd spice on them. There is a salad bar, but it appears to have no light dressings, and only very generic salad bar stuff–romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes, egg, etc.
Today, Tuesday, was Chinese day. Teriyaki chicken. Asian stir fry vegetables. Etcetera.
Now, I’m not a vegetarian, but I generally prefer to avoid meat. I just don’t like it that much. But when my only vegetarian options are french fries (again), pizza (again), and the salad bar… I’m getting bored. And for me, who’s eaten the same kind of cereal almost every day for the last 7 years or so, that’s saying something. I just don’t feel healthy. And I have to sit through hours and hours of classes every day with nothing but this crap in my stomach.
Spinach salad, anyone? Maybe something with beans? Lentils? Something without exotic spices? Let’s see if it gets any better as the week goes on…
gDiapers – The Experiment Continues
We are still using our gDiapers! On Miss Hazel, at least.
I blogged about gDiapers when we first tried them out. And I get a lot of traffic from people who are searching for gDiapers online.
When we first used them, it seemed like every time she went to the bathroom, it was a blowout. I was beginning to get skeptical of the supposed seal the gDiapers make that should prevent that. However! She had blowouts in disposables as well. I didn’t realize that until this summer when we were in New York and couldn’t flush the gDiapers, so we switched to disposables.
Now that we’ve started solids, though, I’ve noticed a big change. As anyone with kids can tell you, the switch from an exclusively liquid diet to a more substantial one (even though pureed peas and bananas don’t seem to me like they should solidify in the digestive system) makes for a change from an exclusively liquid poop situation to a more substantial one. (And smellier, but that’s beyond the point.) Anyway, disposable diapers are still prone to leaking. Maybe there’s less room in the diaper, but everything squishes right out. Our gDiapers, on the other hand, handle it really well. No more leaks!
Oliver is not wearing gDiapers. I tried to put them on him a couple of times, but he’s very resistant to that kind of change. He wanted to wear them a couple of times when Hazel had them, as a novelty, but he is a kid who likes to poop in his usual diaper. (Oh, how I long for a potty trained child!)
So, because I feel like this post is all over the place, here is my current evaluation of gDiapers.
- Because they’re bulkier than disposables (as are cloth diapers), it makes it trickier to put Hazel in pants–we have to buy a size larger than we think we should need. But that might also be because she got my thighs… unfortunate child.
- The company is phasing in new colors, and phasing out some old ones. It’s nice for someone like me, because we get to try new ones when we move up a size. The shipping on the gDiapers site is pretty darned expensive, though. If you sign up for their emails, they let you know about sales. Free shipping on orders over a certain amount would be nice though.
- They come in less sizes than disposables. This is GREAT, in my opinion. It means I am less likely to wind up with half a package of diapers or inserts that I can’t use and can’t return. Hazel is in a medium now, and will be until she’s 28 pounds. (She can switch to a large at 26 pounds, though, and the mediums and larges share the same size insert and waterproof liner, which is really convenient.
- The customer service is good. I wrote to them with a question, and they responded within a day and were quite helpful.
That’s all for now, but after six months of use, I am still a fan. I wonder if putting Oliver into the larges that we got will help him be more aware of being peeful, as we call it, and more likely to want to use the potty? I might have to try it out…
Mom Hell
I’m going there. If there’s a Mom Hell, I’ll probably have a leadership position (resident CPA, perhaps?).
I teach Oliver wrong things. Not the kinds of things that could seriously damage him or anything–like, skipping letters in the alphabet, or that purple is blue and stuff. No, I teach him other stuff.
Me: Oliver, how old are you?
Oliver: I’m two.
Me: You’re two and a half!
Oliver: I’m two.
Me: OK. How old is Mommy?
Oliver: Mommy’s two.
Me: Mommy’s 26. How old is Daddy?
Oliver: Daddy’s 26 too. [he's not]
Me: No, sweetie. Daddy is 42.
Oliver: (mischeviously) Daddy’s 26.
Me: (laughing) No!! No!! Daddy’s 177!!
Oliver: Daddy’s 26.
So, on reflection, maybe I don’t teach him wrong stuff. He just ignores my blatant lies. Beh.
Babywearing Mania!
Hazel and I both love using the Moby Wrap to carry her around in. She’ll fall asleep, and there’s nothing as sweet as a sleeping child snuggling with me. Since being home from New York, I’ve missed all the babywearing time that we had–we just aren’t out and about as much.
We also got an Ergo carrier. I’d heard nothing but raves about it, and I thought it would be more practical in some instances. Also, since it can be used as a back carrier, Conner could carry the kids around if needed (which probably will be needed in a couple of weeks when I’m at my training in Atlanta and he’s with the kids all day in Atlanta!) on his back. The Moby works as a back carrier too, but it is a bit feminine for Conner to wear (being lilac and all).
Just for fun, I wanted to see if I could be a Mommy camel, and was able to wear both kids at the same time. It would have come in useful during some of our day trips in NYC!
Choose Your Own Calamity!
How did I get the bandage on my head?
a) I got into a fight with a pirate (and I’m lucky I didn’t wind up with an eyepatch!)
b) Run-in with a bear
c) My attempts at impersonating a scarecrow failed, as crows were apparently not frightened
d) Frakking cylons
e) Fill in your own answer!
Title?
September 16, 2008 at 10:17 pm (blog) (blog, comment, opinion, title)
I’ve been having a heckuva time with the title of this blog. I’d like something clever or funny. I’d like it to be representative of me, or of the blog. I don’t want it to be “My Blog”.
Weigh in! What do you think?
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