My son the tranny

It's May and in the 40s.  That's sick and wrong but we still need groceries. I got Froggy bundled up and ready to go without problem but I could not find a coat for Bubba.  Not wanting to waste the goodwill of my kids I gut checked my feminism (yep, still there), grabbed one of the girl's coats and put it on the boy.  Oh the horror!  He's 10 months old and wearing a pink sweater with a maribou edge on the hood!  Clearly his penis will crawl back inside his body now and form a vagina.

More likely he'll sue me when he's older.  I expect a class action suit from his entire generation.  They've lived out their lives online, Truman Show style, without payment.  Constitutional privacy violation, career mismanagement of a child star, emotional harm.  Can't wait to see this one play out in court.

Ah well.  If I'd had the boy first I wouldn't have thought twice about putting his coat on her.  Tough luck, Bubba.  At least I never gave into his father's plan to dress him all in pink, take him to the mall and tell old ladies goo-gooing at him, "He's not a girl.  My baby is gay."

Nursing woes

Bubba needs to wake up before I explode. He's taking an extra long nap and my boobs are displeased with his decision. I grabbed the extra oval from my bamboo diaper to have some extra absorption in the bra.

Yesterday he was popping off to look around, leaned on one and shot himself in the eye.

12 months nursing Froggy, 9 months with Bubba and still nursing issues can command all my attention.

To Bubba Bear

You are seven months old. You cannot walk. For now, quit letting go, you'll quit bumping your head on the floor and everyone will be a lot happier. Love, Mama

Fear not my West Coast friends. 2010 holds many wonders. Babies who sleep through the night is the first miracle

The second tooth is through. What a great way to end the year!

Sam is a crawler. I took the computer power cord out of his mouth and he turned a full 180 and scooted a foot to try to get it back. Look out world. Ninja destruction approaches at ground level.

We have a tooth!

Inconveniently Clumsy

I'm two days from my due date so of course I'm peeing constantly and my belly is huge. Last night these two things combined in such a way that I crushed my toe with the bathroom door and fell hard onto the doorknob. My belly button was dead center of the hit. When I mentioned that at my regular OB appt this morning she sent me upstairs to L&D to be monitored just to be sure all was OK. She said it would take about 20 minutes.

It took 20 minutes just to get set up. I had my 23 month old with me and while she was somewhat delighted to watch TV the remote was broken resulting in me trying to talk her into liking some odd things as they crossed the screen. The nurse also brought me ice and juice. It was supposed to get the smaller baby moving but instead it made the bigger one hold still. The funny part was the baby's responses to my parenting of M. He liked it when I fussed at her and he liked it when I pointed out things to her. I think he'll do fine around here.