Made in Richmond

Regarding yesterday’s post: First, thank you for the kind and supportive comments and emails. Second, I have set a new goal of definitely nursing until JR’s 6-month check up on May 15th. After that, we’ll just have to see.

I got a haircut today, which meant I had approximately 45 minutes where I didn’t have to worry about a baby, a husband, or a job. I feel like a totally new person.

I don’t understand why strangers think it’s appropriate to comment to me that my baby is fat. I KNOW he’s fat. I’m the one lugging his chunk around all day. And no, he’s not formula fed and no we didn’t start him on rice cereal immediately. He started out fat and he’s probably going to stay that way for a while. DEAL WITH IT.

Ahem.

I’m wearing a dress today. This is a monumental occasion, trust me.

Why do people think it’s ok to give their children baby bottles FILLED WITH SODA?

This is especially weird that I saw this today because my mother-in-law and I were talking about it yesterday when JR and I stopped by for a visit.

Speaking of our visit, while we there JR demonstrated his new habit of screaming when his grandpa talks to him. I want to pull the kid aside and say, “Dude! He’s the one that’s going to let you get an appetizer AND dessert! Cut it out!”

I really, really, really want to go swimming. I haven’t been in about 3 years. I KNOW!

Jergen’s Natural Glow doesn’t smell very good, fyi.

I have to go to a tailor soon to get a bridesmaid’s dress altered. And by altered I mean taken apart and essentially rebuilt. HALP!