Monday, August 08, 2005


Raelin has this thing where upon reuniting with me after i've been gone, she takes one look, stifles her initial smile and says, "Don't want to see Mommeeee......." sometime she turns and walks away. Other times she folds her arms across her chest and stares me down. Other times she just turns her back to me.

It's tough to stifle a smile, but i feel like i need to take her seriously despite the fact that within 10 seconds she's tearing across the room and into my arms with a sunshine-smile saying, "Mommy! want to see Mama!" and offers large and irresistible hugs.

Occasionally this happens without me actually leaving.

Today after her nap i was nursing her on the couch. Because we're on a slow road to weaning, i stopper her after just a few minutes. she sat up. "Don't want to see Mama." Small, chubby arms folded neatly in her lap and she turned her head away, just enough so i could see her profile. She scanned the room nochalantly, not unlike someone in an elevator with another person they are trying to avoid making eye contact with. She all but started whistling.

After an appropriate amount of time had past (say, 10 seconds) she faced me again, beaming. "Mama!" and fell against me.

I wonder, how does she know when it's time? Divine Toddler Intuition I guess... perhaps the same feeling that pulls her compulsively toward that one extra Cheerio under the car mat. In any case, if this keeps up, her boyfriends (or girlfriends) are in for it....

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Ewwwwww! with a capital E

So yesterday i had a few solo moments after sending off kevmo's mountain bike that he will never ride and decided to drop into Goodwill for a bit of scrounging. I'm a proponent of buying used when possible, especially since so many people buy tons of new clothes and then ship them off when they're done.

i found a couple of pants that might work, so went to try them on. The first pair didn't fit; so i moved on to the second. Just as i was about to pull them up, i noticed something on the inside seam of the crotch. I looked a bit closer.

Is it glue? Were they trying to glue a rip in the seam?

Upon (unfortunately) closer inspection (no hands though!) I realized that no, that (also unfortunately) was not the case.

The previous owner had simply not worn underwear.

Ack!! Ewwww!!! *&($#(*#$!

I nearly ripped the pants trying to get them off fast enough.

Now ok... its cool and all not to wear underwear BUT NOT WHEN YOU ARE GIVING THE PANTS AWAY. Where is common decency? I mean, and if you're a little leaky in whatever manner, than damn woman, underwear and pantyliners are around in abundant supply!

Needless to say, i'm not feeling too good about the 'Will anymore. I'll be hitting the Freeport outlets this weekend for some untainted threads. I got enough heebeegeebies from that experience to haunt me for some time.