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Not a mommy blogger, honest
...but it sometimes feels a bit like I am. I think some of it is that I never really want to talk about work online, and I'm not getting a huge amount of writing done at the moment, and I don't have all that much time for pop culture right now. So I end up with nothing to talk about online but book reviews and the domestic stuff.
So domestic stuff: we got a new faucet! I realize this is not the most thrilling thing ever, but the old one was leaking enough that I'd find puddles in the middle of the counter two feet away in the middle of the night (a problem when you're trying to dry pump parts or getting it on your pjs because you didn't turn on a light to pump). At least, until the wood of the counter got swollen enough to cut off the flow, which was a new and exciting problem. But now we have a shiny new faucet that doesn't leak. As a bonus, the little hose squirter thing works much better than the old one.
In other news, it's surprisingly entertaining to watch a pile of babies. ARR wants very much to be social, but isn't actually sure how to interact people. He contents himself with grabbing faces. This is as opposed to H from playgroup, who sits on people, or J, who kind of crawls over them. Or M, who has discovered a new game of throwing a big ball to people. Which works great when the people are adults who catch the ball and throw it back. Less great when she throws it to babies two months younger than her, such as ARR, who have it bounce off their head and then stare in confusion. He liked the ball, though. (Note: none of this seems to bother any of them. They're either ignoring each other in favor of chasing toys, or attempting to play together. They just really suck at it. Which is unsurprising. Babies kinda suck at just about everything. But they try so hard!)
So domestic stuff: we got a new faucet! I realize this is not the most thrilling thing ever, but the old one was leaking enough that I'd find puddles in the middle of the counter two feet away in the middle of the night (a problem when you're trying to dry pump parts or getting it on your pjs because you didn't turn on a light to pump). At least, until the wood of the counter got swollen enough to cut off the flow, which was a new and exciting problem. But now we have a shiny new faucet that doesn't leak. As a bonus, the little hose squirter thing works much better than the old one.
In other news, it's surprisingly entertaining to watch a pile of babies. ARR wants very much to be social, but isn't actually sure how to interact people. He contents himself with grabbing faces. This is as opposed to H from playgroup, who sits on people, or J, who kind of crawls over them. Or M, who has discovered a new game of throwing a big ball to people. Which works great when the people are adults who catch the ball and throw it back. Less great when she throws it to babies two months younger than her, such as ARR, who have it bounce off their head and then stare in confusion. He liked the ball, though. (Note: none of this seems to bother any of them. They're either ignoring each other in favor of chasing toys, or attempting to play together. They just really suck at it. Which is unsurprising. Babies kinda suck at just about everything. But they try so hard!)
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I think I was a somewhat anti-social baby, at least when it came to other babies. One time my mom's friend brought her baby over and put him down next to me. He reached out and touched my face, I smacked him, and he cried. In my defense, though, I had just met him.
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