Linked up with Angry Julie Monday.
Linked up with Angry Julie Monday.
The internet in our hotel room has gone from very slow to mostly nonexistent. If I go outside and hold my laptop above my head then there’s a slight chance it will work (which is what I’m doing right now). The movers finally came Tuesday afternoon even though they said 8 a.m.
To top it all off, the hubby, little girl, and I are sick. Woo hoo! I was supposed to post the next installment of Eat, Pray, Love (India) on Monday but needless to say that will be delayed. I was planning to come over to our new house to use the internet but all I want to do is take a shot of NyQuil and go to bed.
I hope everyone else is having a good week. 🙂 Now off to bed if the little girl will let me.
*Update on update.
Well I took my shot of NyQuil and instead of putting me out of my misery, it got me wired. And speaking of wired, nice segueway if I do say so myself, after three days of the internet not working at our hotel, ta-da! It finally is. For now.
Damien Rice w/Lisa Hannigan – I Remember
We’re at a new hotel that has very slow internet service so it’s been difficult when it comes to posting. We get our internet service installed in our house today but won’t be moving into the house until the end of the week. I’m hoping to go there after the service is installed since I can’t live without internet service for the rest of the week. 😉
Congratulations to Sara and Travis on the birth of their beautiful little girl Sylvia!
Have a great week everyone!
When I was pregnant with my daughter I thought about using cloth diapers on her. Then I quickly remembered what a big pain it was for my mom to CD my little sister back in the day. When my little girl had her first birthday back in April, sniff sniff, I started seriously thinking about cloth diapering. So for the next few weeks I read up on the different kinds of cloth diapers and even then I was still confused.
There are hook and loop closures, snaps, all in ones, pocket diapers, prefolds, fitted, unbleached cloth, hemp, fleece, KAPOW! That’s my head exploding. On top of that there are all kinds of colors and designs to pick from, which I actually love. I like having choices but was a little overwhelmed. I didn’t personally know any other moms who used cloth diapers so I was on my own.
I bought a handful of different kinds to try out before I made an investment. Right away I found that the cloth diapers with snaps just didn’t work on my little girl. I love that they would be harder for her to take off and swing around her head or smear all over the wall.
But she’s pretty small for her age and no matter how I adjusted them, they didn’t fit right, even when trying a smaller size. Not only that, my little hummingbird won’t stay still long enough to even snap the diaper.
Next I tried the velcro pocket and all in one diapers. Ding ding ding, I had a winner. They also seemed much easier for my somewhat resistant to cloth diapering hubby to use. The only downside is the all in ones take longer to dry but luckily I have enough on hand so I don’t run out when washing.
I also discovered flushable liners and that just sealed the deal because I was worried about the poopy diapers. I have a very weak stomach and as much as I love my little girl, just thinking about cleaning her poop off of CD’s makes me dry heave. Some of it still gets on the diaper but it’s not nearly as bad with a liner.
Our favorite so far is the bumGenius all in ones. I use prefolds from time to time (when I’m feeling all Earth Mother-ish) with Thirsties and Bummis covers. I also have a few Happy Heiny’s pocket diapers that I’ve been happy with. We still use a disposable on our daughter at night though.
I’ve tried every combination of cloth on her at night but she’ll still wake up covered in pee. Then I get the mommy guilt and I’ll call my hubby at work and tell him I’m a horrible mom because I let my baby sleep for hours soaked in pee.
I would like to use cloth diapers on her full-time so once we get settled in our new house, I’ll keep trying to find the right cloth diaper combo for her at night.
For the past three months that we’ve been cloth diapering, I LOVE it. I also love how cute her little bum looks in them. I wish I knew how easy they were since I would have been cloth diapering my daughter a lot earlier.
*I really like using the Rockin’ Green Cloth Diaper Detergent in Rage Against the Raspberries. The scent isn’t overpowering at all. I even use it when washing our clothes. I’m not even getting paid to say that (promise), it’s just an awesome cloth diaper detergent.
**I just ordered Thirsties duo diapers and can’t wait to give those a try. I learned really fast that cloth diapers are addicting and I want to try them all.
***Check out TaterTotMom’s site on her experience with cloth diapers. theclothbuttexperiment.blogspot.com
I can’t stand those security word boxes on websites. They distort the words so much and make them look so funky that I feel like I’m 80 with cataracts.
I’ve been doing the happy dance since hearing Prop 8 has been overturned.
Before I started this blog, I went back and forth about whether I should go under an alias or use my real name. I decided to go with an alias for various reasons. One is that there are people in my life including family (particularly my husband’s side) that are very conservative and I’m the odd one out. My hubby is also starting a high-profile job and I don’t want his colleagues to know how crazy his wife is.
I’ve always been very opinionated but I truly respect other people’s views whether it be religion, politics, raising children, etc. even if those views are very different from mine. Sometimes I get annoyed when I’m not allowed that same right. I’m not trying to change people’s beliefs.
By going under an assumed name, I feel like I can freely express myself and be completely honest with the readers of my blog without it getting back to some family members (who don’t respect my views and undermine everything I say and do *coughMILcough*) and my hubby’s co-workers. Occasionally I think screw it, if they do find out then oh well.
The ironic thing is I still feel like I’m censoring myself because I’m afraid that I will offend someone. Take cussing for example. I love the work fuck, but in one post I used fraking instead. Or if I’m feeling overwhelmed with mommyhood, I’m worried if I say “Oh my gawd, my daughter’s whining is driving me crazy”, I’ll be judged as a bad mommy.
So I’m going to try to loosen up my automatic filtering system that I have in my head. As of now the only people who know I have a blog are my hubby, my mom, and my daughter who at 15 months can talk in complete sentences, speak 3 languages (including Pig Latin, which is very important) and is almost finished reading “War and Peace” which she just started this morning. *snort*
I’m sure the cat knows but her paws make it very difficult for her to use a computer. Although I have caught her peeking over my shoulder from time to time when I’m writing.
*Update: I’ve let the cat out of the bag about my blog with some. I hope they know that I would still like to maintain my anonymity. 😉
Eddie Izzard – Being Bilingual
Linked up with Angry Julie Monday.
Maria at Bored Mommy got the idea of having herself and others who want to participate read Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert and linking our opinions of the book. There will be four postings; Italy, India, Indonesia, and a final wrap up. There are some possible spoilers ahead.
Now off we go to Italy.
I was very excited to start reading this book. I’m currently in the process of moving (moved from Maryland to Northern California and we are waiting to move into our new house at the end of the week. Also my daughter is cutting her first molar. Oh dear gawd!) so I was concerned about whether or not I can keep up with the book.
In reading the first few pages, all of my stress about the things going on in my life melted away and I found that I didn’t want to put the book down. I stayed up until 3:30 a.m. the first night I had the book. I was instantly transported into Elizabeth’s world. It starts off with her being stuck in a marriage that she wants to end but at the same time chooses to stay in.
Several months later, she gets the divorce process started but it’s not as easy as she was hoping. The relationship between Elizabeth and her estranged husband turns nasty and she spends years trying to get him to finalize the divorce. During this time she also spirals into a deep depression.
Right away I could relate to Elizabeth. She was hoping for her relationship to end civilized, which it didn’t. And she wanted to go on a journey of self-discovery, starting with Italy.
When I was 18 I was in a very toxic relationship that lasted a year and a half too long. I was beat down mentally, emotionally, and physically by my boyfriend. Like Elizabeth, I spent many nights sitting in the bathroom crying and hoping some higher being would give me answers, or better yet the strength to leave the relationship. I did leave several times but would return after some sweet talk and empty promises.
Although Italy is a place that I’ve always wanted to go, Ireland was the country that seemed to call to me. During this relationship, I like to think what partially saved me was the thought that someday I would go to Ireland, what I feel is my spiritual homeland. In some of the worst moments of the abuse, I would imagine packing a few things once he was asleep and just escaping to that beautiful country.
I really admire Elizabeth for her courage to actually go to Italy on her own. By then her divorce was finalized and her on and off relationship with another man was off…sort of. While in Italy she eats incredible food, meets some great friends, and tries to embrace the pursuit of pleasure, while battling her American way of thinking, which is “Do I really deserve this happiness?”
I really like this author’s writing style and would highly recommend reading this book. My mom is currently going through a divorce which came about very sudden. Between my past experiences and her current situation, this book really resonates with me.
Something that really stuck with me was when the author talked about while in a rush one day, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror but didn’t realize it was her. She thought for a split second it was a friend, then laughed when she realized the mistake.
During the beginning of her stay in Italy when loneliness had taken ahold of her, she remembered that incident and wrote down this; “Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.” To that I say “bella parole per vivere da”*, which translates, beautiful words to live by.
*I don’t speak Italian so I had to depend on google translator. I’m hoping it’s right.
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