Oh, My Frickin' Head

Please tell me the time until the elections will pass quickly, before I have to stab my eyes out and puncture my own eardrums. I am so sick of the advertising that passes for "campaigning".

There should be disposable nose-plugs given out at every polling place, as we are all doomed to have to vote for a politician of some kind.

Card Destroyer

So, the B and I go on a little "walk" (okay, crawl) around the downstairs of the house every day. On Thursday, she found our stash of games in the dining room and seemed to like the looks of all the Apples to Apples boxes. Video's iffy quality because I had to take it with the still camera (video camera was too far away) but you can clearly see a gamer in the making.

The Zoo, After Hours

So, last night we took the B out to the evening Halloween festivities at the zoo. It was really neat! A very minimal gate fee to get in, which was only a dollar more for us to pay than we normally pay to park there (usually admission is free but you pay for parking) and the parking was free for this event.

They had creepy Halloween decorations, people in costumes wandering around, the carousel running (Halloween music for the carousel would have been a nice touch, but the regular stuff was fine too) and crafts and things for the kids a little older than the B to do.

I really think she'll enjoy this event every year as she gets older, at least until it's "not cool" anymore. I'm sure that will come sooner than I will even realize it, so I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

I dressed her in some mild Halloween themed clothes, but almost all the kids there were in their full Halloween costume. The cold weather made for some odd hybrid outfits, though, like the fairy princesses wearing brown corderoys under their diaphonous, sparkly skirts and the Power Rangers (I had no idea they were still popular enough to have costumes out there) with their puffy winter jackets on over their stretchy costumes with the fake muscles built in.

We both had a ride with her on the carousel and we decided she was ready to try an animal that rides up and down. She did that with her dad, who is tall enough to really keep a grip on her on the high end of things. As you can see, she's pretty good about holding on, so she did just fine. She even kicked her little feet excitedly near the end of the ride.

All that, and we got a goody bag on the way out. Poor little thing is too young for the candy in there, so her mama had to eat it. Oh, well. Hard work, this mama stuff.

WTF

There have to be better costumes than this.

Rumors of My Disappearance

I keep meaning to post, really I do.

Honestly, it's not that I have no time, it's just that I have very little of it, on the whole, and I have just been choosing to frivol it away on other things recently.

The most remarkable event of the recent past is that I slipped on the steps on Sunday night (not carrying the baby, thank goodness) and fell on my head, back, and butt. I am happy to report that all three are relatively fine, but bruised and sore, along with my ego. Taking care of the baby while being a crotchety old sore person has been interesting, but I'm obviously still here to tell the tale.

Lord help me, Lost only just barely entertained me more than last week. I miss the old snappier dialogue from seasons past on Gilmore Girls. It also occurs to me that I barely remember any of the plot twists from Veronica Mars last year that are coming back up now, but I can't be bothered to go look them up. Hopefully I'll figure it all out in context.

In other television related news, I am cutting myself off from Battlestar Galactica. It's not that it isn't a good show. I honestly can't tell you whether it's good or not, because I simply can't take the beating that mothers have been taking on that show for the last five or six episodes or so. It just hits too close to home and it isn't worth having nightmares (no really, the premiere gave me horrible nightmares and I get too little sleep as it is to give up some of it to something preventable) just for some entertainment. I hope everyone else enjoys it but it's just too much for me, just like I gave up horror movies long ago for similar reasons. The real world is scary enough for me without watching someone get frog-marched away from their screaming baby in the middle of the night, thanks. For heaven's sake, in live in an area where a six day old baby was kidnapped after the crazy bitch who broke in to take her nearly stabbed the mother to death in order to do it, quickly followed by the death of a woman whose cousin cut the fetus from her stomach. I just can't take any more mother/baby-related drama. Six and Fatass!Apollo will have to get along without me.

In happier mother/baby news, B and I went to a new mom's group this morning where she caused some innocent mayhem. She was scooting around (as the babies who can crawl tend to do at this group) and she crawled right up to the speaker (it's an informal group, though, so this wasn't as mortifying as it sounds) and started patting his shoe before I got her and walked her back to our blanket. Everyone, including the speaker, seemed to think it was funny and life went on. I think we might have a stand-up comedian in the works. Or maybe she just likes shoes. It's hard to tell.

Tired now. 'Night.

Wow, What an Outfit

Lounging
Originally uploaded by lostonpurpose.

Only a baby can get away with an outfit like this.

I accept full responsibility for it. It was cold and that was the only pair of pants I could find that weren't in the laundry basket. I may have traumatized her. We'll have to wait and see.