Linkage

I've been a fan of Brian Braiker's writing for some time. He used to write the Mr. Nice Guy blog. It was a parenting blog, but then became a bit more multi-purpose. Always good for a few laughs.

I haven't updated my blog links in some time ... and I'm not sure when I will get around to it. So until I do, here is the link to Brian's new parenting blog, I, Breeder, which he is writing for Newsweek. His writing style reminds me of our own darling curmudgeon, pioneer of the Retail Rant.

Enjoy!

A minor pregnancy annoyance

Cravings.

I get cravings daily now. Generally, around noon. I crave different things each day. None of the things I crave are in our regular diet, so we never have them in the house. And since I'm still on bedrest, I can't go out and get what I want when I want it. Nothing else sounds appetizing until the cravings have passed.

I still have morning sickness, but it is inaptly named, since it becomes worse in the evenings. So by the time H is off work and could pick up food for me, not only are the cravings gone, but the nausea is so pronounced that I can no longer eat anything at all. And since the cravings vary from day to day, I can't even anticipate them for the next day.

It would be infinitely better if the cravings occurred in the evening. But I have no say in the timing of this little annoyance.

Words to live by

J has a hobby horse. It was a gift from Memaw. J loves to put the stick between his knees and gallop around the living room on his horse. It is J's only horse toy, and he adores it.

Grandma: Hold your horses, J!
J: My one horse is at home, Grandma.

In addition to correcting the obvious errors of others, J has also taken to quoting the wise words of others:

J: Well done, your Highness. That's what Shrek said.

J: Daddy, remember: Do what the Do-Wops do ... Do what we do.

Goodnight, J. Sleep tight. Harvard is waiting for you.

Where's Mommy?

J and I went to Edo for lunch today. We were both feeling under the weather, so we thought their Udo Chicken Soup would be good for what ailed us. T, who continues to be on bed rest and suffer from morning sickness, stayed home just as she should.

The staff at the Edo were very taken with J. They told him that he looked just like Santa in his little red coat. Despite his being somewhat shy at first, the Edo staff pressed to carry on conversations with him. Conversations such as:

Edo Employee: Where's Mommy?
H: She's at home, sick.
Edo Employee: Oh. Does she have the flu?
J: She vomits in her pot.

Things you never thought you'd hear yourself say

"Snuggling does not include umbrellas."