Anthony Herrera took his kids to Sequoia National Park in northern California and when they were there, he told them that the forest is where Ewoks live— and it all does look rather like Endor— and sent his kids looking around trees for Ewoks. They didn’t find any, but when Anthony got home, he photoshopped Ewoks hiding behind trees and bushes and freaked his kids the fuck out.
I had to go to the family doctor’s today for to get a report back. When I got there, There were 4 people in the waiting room, a girl and a mom and her two kids… my guesses are 3 and… 3 months. Anyhow, after a while, they were called in, now I’m sitting in the waiting area by myself and then another lady walks in with her baby (6 weeks). I smile and nod, and she sits down and starts to eat a fruit cup and then some yogurt (her first meal of the day… it was almost 1:30 by now). After a couple minutes, another couple comes in with their baby (4 weeks). Apparently they knew each other, what a coincidence! That explains why I know so much, because they talked about new mommihood.
The mom that was already here with her two kids had left her stroller in the waiting room so that blocked off about two seats and I was sitting in the corner. The second mom sat just to my left so when the third mom + her husband came in, only the 2 seats directly next to me remained. aka I’m boxed in listening to this with my hands politely folded in my lap trying to look at nothing.
They shared their babies’ birth weights, current weights, how often they cried or woke up during the night. Also whether or not they cried if they’d soiled themselves. Apparently the 6-week old didn’t mind sitting in his own waste, but the 4-week old won’t have that. They also talked about how they had to get into the habit of not only keeping a change of clothes for the baby on hand, but for themselves too. The mom on my left explained that her baby was an explosive pooper, and sometimes pooped while she was changing him… hand gestures and all! They talked about how their boobs and nipples would be sore and that their babies would be constantly hungry. They wondered whether they were dry, “there can’t possibly be any more in there!”
After a while, the 4-week old started fussing, and the mom said, “oh, she’s getting hungry” Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about breast-feeding friendliness. I’ve just never been in such close proximity to it…
So yea, I sat there in the corner smiling like an idiot until I was called in.
It gets you thinking though… and really puts things into perspective. Babies are cute, sure, but it’s so hard. Moms, you sure are candid, but I salute you.
The theme between the dialogue of my parents and I lately seem to be about my “gayness” and me wanting more independence (moving out). The other day, my mom told me to stop being so gay all the time and that I didn’t need to align myself so much to that subculture. Yea, fair, but I’m also not actively doing that.. maybe I’m just a huge homo… just kidding, I just do what I feel like. She goes on about how I’m doing things that I want to do and that I don’t think that anything I’m doing is wrong… well yes, that’s exactly it. Why would I do something if I thought it was wrong?
It’s surprising how dense they can be though. They ask me why I want to move out, and I say it’s for independence; yes because I don’t want to be dependent on them, but more so because I’m tired of being depended on. Apparently that makes me selfish. Well, maybe I just like being alone.
I started this new blog on my 21st birthday. All the other ones that I’d had never amounted to much more than random ramblings. It started out pretty well, a couple dozen hits a day, and with the start of the new year, my resolution was to do a 30-day meme each month for the year. I stuck around for about 3 months.. and it’s December now, realizing that if I had managed to do it, I would be on the home stretch. My blog might’ve even garnered some attention…
I’ve come to the realization though that I can’t claim to have accomplished much.. and when I say accomplished, I mean see things all the way through. Aside from 100%ing Assassin’s Creed II.. if that counts.
I’ve always had several projects on the go, but I never really complete anything. Maybe that’s my problem? Maybe I have so many interests that my attention is always divided. I’ve been working on the same thousand-piece puzzle for about 8 years, a latch-hook rug for about 6, FFX for at least 6.. and list of half completed tasks goes on and on.
Nowadays, new products, technologies and other tempting things are released on a weekly basis… maybe the consumer in me too overwhelmed. Maybe I should cut back on some interests? Or maybe I just need to buckle down and devote myself to something that I really enjoy and be okay with myself again.