GenX grows Up

A day in the life - various normal and not-so-normal events. Open the door and come on in...

Monday, July 31

The HEAT... Ugh!

Temperature: 94 degrees
Heat Index: 101 degrees
How long can 2 young kids stay entertained in a/c? um, 5 minutes? max!

For the umpteenth day this summer, we are going to be stuck in our house sucking in freon. And, yes, this is all my fault. To tell you the truth, the kids couldn't care less about the heat outside. As long as they have someone out there to watch them, they're fine. But, if I but step inside for one moment into the air conditioned bliss... all hell break's loose. The drama, the boredom, on and on.

Friday was the pirate pool party for LL. Big whopping 7 year old.

It was fun but tiring! By Saturday, though, I was beat. For some insane reason, we didn't turn on the a/c that day! WHAT? you say. ARE YOU INSANE? you say.

I know, I know. What were we thinking? Big A doesn't like the a/c so on his days off I really try to avoid it. By 8pm I was toast. We walked to this festival that's about 3 blocks from our house.
I came home dripping in sweat and about lost it. And if mommy ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.

Soo, in order to keep the peace, Big A complied and ever since then, we've had the blessed coolness on.

Now, how to entertain the kiddos. For some reason, this was the birthday of missiles and firearms (nerf, of course).

Since you don't know, Big A is the biggest pacifist I have ever met. I am pretty close but throw in the occasional water gun and I'm ok. We had the hugest problem when our preschool allowed sword play.

So this is huge.

The cross bow I can work with but there is no way that I can deal with the toy gun. It's totally lifelike and everything. Unfortunately, LL broke it out while I was sleeping Sat morning. I plan to return it but am missing 1 (yes, only 1) of the darts, lost somewhere in the black hole of my house and I can't return it until I have all of the pieces!!!! One lousy orange dart! Bleh!

Saturday, July 29

On a Rant, Mommy style

So I just read this http://msnbc.msn.com/id/14065706/?GT1=8307 and it's got me a little steamed.
People are outraged because someone is breastfeeding a baby on the cover of this (free) magazine. They think it's 'disgusting' and 'sexual'. One person turned the mag over and another thought it was gross.
And these are all women, people!
Mothers...who had/have babies.... and who think it's gross to feed their child from their body.
AND, God forbid, if they do nurse them, they would NEVER do it in public. Because, you know, babies should be hidden away maybe in a bathroom or car when they eat so that no man could possibly get turned on by it. Because it should be the mother's or the baby's problem if a man really likes watching breastfeeding.
I mean, how disgusting to see a child eat they way children have eaten for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. I've seen some disgusting eaters in my time (hello, Golden Corral, I mean you!) and believe me, when a baby nurses, it's not disgusting.
Alright, so obviously I breastfed my kids. And I don't find it to be disgusting or nasty. I could go on and on about the bennies from breastfeeding, blah, blah, blah.... and really, in the 3+ years I did, no one ever told me to stop or to move. So what's my problem? It's just that articles like these just show how scared people are in the US about themselves and others. They are so scared that saying one thing is 'ok' might lead to a whole other slew of things they weren't prepared to take on so they 'throw the baby out with the bathwater' (pun intended).
Really they need to get off their high horse and join the rest of the world.
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On another note - Thursday was the 10 year anniversary of my brother's death. Ten years. Ten. Whole. Years.
Sigh.
I miss him - I miss that he hasn't met my kids or played with them. That they will never know their Uncle Jim. That they have no natural aunts or uncles. That he hasn't known me for most of my 20s and none of my 30s so far. That he didn't know I had cancer. That he can't help me figure out what to do with mom and dad as they get older. That I can't just laugh with him on the phone or take a vacation to go see him. I miss him. Sucks.
Someday, big bro. I love ya, man.
Peace.