the roads we ran and the folks we knew
January 19th, 2009yesterday was very good. we went to the only mass that i like in this city – the one that only happens the third weekend of each month at the dominican friars’ house. then we went to hit up a michael’s sale and ended up wandering around the mall for awhile – hazel was having a ball watching everyone and babbling away. we came home in time to take paisley out, change out of barfed on clothes, and then pick up john to go hear chris play. mikey had invited a few of our friends, and there were some others there who we hadn’t seen in awhile and lots of people we didn’t know (but got to know, because they had kids / babies with them). it’s usually a pretty quiet evening but it was packed. which is good for chris. mikey got me a diana f+ which i cannot waaaiitttt to use. must go buy film downstairs tomorrow (and then order in bulk online from now on). i need to find somewhere that will process my negatives and print a contact sheet or just scan them onto a CD for me so i can only buy the prints i really like – this camera will mean lots of experimentation and lots of messups. i think the downstairs photo shop is probably capable of this, which would be uber convenient. i can use the flash (complete with lots of colored gels) on my nikon, which is super awesome. i am going to play in a little bit when hazel is deposited into her crib, which will happen when mikey is done banjoing in there.
today was what i imagined my maternity leave would be – sitting inside all day, playing with hazel while huge, fat snowflakes drifted for as long as it was light outside, drinking tea, but of course we were wearing tshirts instead of sweaters because we live in hades.
and then the peace is broken when she sits in mikey’s lap as soon as he gets home and – quite reasonably and in her typical amount - fills a diaper for him. as usual, he feels that any diaper that is soiled while he has her is then his responsibility.
“oh god!! oh godddddd!!! there is so much! what do i do? where do i put the WIPES?? i’m going to use TEN WIPES. what do i do with the diaper, just lay it here? oh god i’m getting it everywhere!!”
he is a very good father, though. i mentioned that since we are planning to box up some books for storage, we might as well pack up a box of glass penguins and other shelf odds & ends to start our babyproofing.
“the barbed wire cross, for example?”
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listening: john hartford
reading: wally





January 19th, 2009 at 10:13 pm
barbed wire is not babyproof.
man, that was a lot of poop.
January 19th, 2009 at 10:53 pm
I can’t decide what’s funnier: poop or barbed wire crosses or the combination of the two… HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
January 20th, 2009 at 10:42 pm
Mark says re: the verbatim of the poopy diaper change, “That’s not fair.” Meaning, it’s not fair that you’ve captured so succinctly how fathers around the world over-react at poopy diapers:)
January 23rd, 2009 at 8:03 am
he he he. i love it. we used to judge how good the boys diapers were by how many wipes we used.
“that’s a three wiper!”
good for you baby girl hazel!