To My TV and Our New Level of Commitment

OK, the Olympics, that was understandable especially all the swimmers in those low cut suits. And even the gymnastics with the little Chinese girls competing before they hit puberty and had hips. And then the track and field - the amazing women's pole vaulting ( how do they do that) and the running. I get the appeal of all of that even though I watched more TV in those 2 weeks than in the last 7 months. But, now, seriously, the Democratic convention? And what's with these hormones that make me tear up every time they show the mom shot? I cried during Joe's Biden's speech for goodness sake, I better not be pregnant.

And I cried yesterday during a long distance commercial. I peed on a stick so it can't be possible.

What is it about when the weather turns cooler and the TV comes on? I am going to read books, good books and maybe join a reading club ( I hope they have dessert) and do things that are good for my mind.

It may be August but autumn is here, there's no denying it.

Post Baby Hair and Ina

The baby is up at dawn and Ina Garten is making pear and apple crisp on TV. I want to go to her house for dinner. I will be like Jeffrey and say, "This is the best dinner ever", so she will cook for me again. I am going to talk to her about making more side dishes. I think people like a little choice.

OK, so the baby is 7 months old now. How come my hair still sucks? It was falling out for a while, then it slowed way down and now I am going bald again. What's the deal? I don't get to sleep, at least let me have some hair! It's curly/frizzy and when I put product in, more comes out. I am either frizzy with hair or smooth and balding. I am feeling like George Costanza.

Please let this baby go back to bed soon. 5 hours is not enough.

It's Tuesday, Day 2 of the Diet and a bit of a rainy day. I had fun with Ben today. We bought him some stacking cups and it amused him for a good part of the afternoon. I wonder what his first memory will be. My first is walking downstairs in the house I grew up in and walking into a sun-flooded living room where my grandmother was watching TV with my 2 cousins. I was pulling a wooden dog on wheels with a long yellow plastic lead. I remember my Gran saying, "Well, now, look who woke up!" It's a good memory. She passed away in 1998 and I still miss her, guess I always will.

I've been watching the Olympics every night. I get so emotionally involved although the events happened a day ago. I love when they show the athlete's mom with her heart on her face. I want everyone to win. But life doesn't work like that.

And So It Begins

This is my first post and I have some things to say. First of all, thanks for reading this. I have a lot of interests and have spent many hours nursing my son and reading all kinds of things on the Net. There have to be many people out there like me who enjoy finding good recipes, cool ideas for the home, reading about current political debate and learning about great new books to explore. It's a lot of fun being a mom but it's a lot of juggling too and you have to learn a hard lesson - you come second ( at best) now and you have to constantly figure out what the priority is ( your bladder or the baby's?). I like to read other mommy bloggers too so I can learn from them and see that I'm not alone.