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During early pregnancy, I was a bit sad because I couldn't go on rollercoasters (not that I ever got the opportunity).
During late pregnancy, koyote took a corner too fast in the far, and I realized that there's no way anyone could get me on a rollercoaster, even if I was allowed.
We went to Six Flags today. It was an AOL sponsored trip, which was neat. If we hadn't bought all sorts of Marvin the Martian junk, it would have been an entirely free trip. We'd planned to take turns going on rides, but koyote's nose was acting up, and he didn't want to, so I ended up going on them all by myself.
I like the thrill rides well enough, but my favorite ride is the flying swings, which is really quite tame. Just chairs on chains, swinging around. I could ride it for hours (except that the chairs aren't terribly comfortable). Seriously, I love it. It's one of the few things that really encourages me to live in the moment and just experience.
Actually, the scarier coasters do that even better, since they don't leave any room for thinking about the experience. They tend to not be terribly relaxing, though.
We got a caricature done of the three of us, which we now need to get framed. The baby doesn't really look a thing like Leif, but oh well. Babies don't exactly have a lot of distinguishing features.
Leif is now officially huge. We were talking to a mother with a small baby, who she said was 3 months old. She was tiny. Leif looked like a giant beside her. It was a bit startling, since he doesn't look particularly big on his own.
Leif was an angel most of the time. He had fun just watching everything and occasionally sleeping. He cried for maybe five minutes out of the four hours or so that we were there. I was amazed.
Before Six Flags, we went to Burlington Coat Factory and did most of our cooler weather shopping. I got a wool jacket. It's big enough to zip over both me and Leif when he's in his sling, though it looks a bit silly that way, and somewhat too big if I'm not wearing him.
They apparently have a different definition of large than I do. I'm currently wearing a large shirt. It fits fine. Their large stuff is way tight, and the button-down shirts won't button across my New Improved Breastfeeding boobs. Unfortunately, I didn't bother trying things on in the store, so we now need to make a trip back.
Leif has new clothing, too. Now people will not give me nasty looks for taking him out without long pants. Baby khaki cargo pants for $5.00! Yay!
We have a hurricane heading this way. It should hit on Thursday. Weather.com calls it a "supercane". I have no idea what to expect from a "supercane" in this area, so we're making preparations.
We are trying cloth diapers for nighttime tonight. This is a new experiment. We now use cloth almost exclusively while at home during the day, and disposables at night and while out. Hopefully I can cut out the night disposables.
During late pregnancy, koyote took a corner too fast in the far, and I realized that there's no way anyone could get me on a rollercoaster, even if I was allowed.
We went to Six Flags today. It was an AOL sponsored trip, which was neat. If we hadn't bought all sorts of Marvin the Martian junk, it would have been an entirely free trip. We'd planned to take turns going on rides, but koyote's nose was acting up, and he didn't want to, so I ended up going on them all by myself.
I like the thrill rides well enough, but my favorite ride is the flying swings, which is really quite tame. Just chairs on chains, swinging around. I could ride it for hours (except that the chairs aren't terribly comfortable). Seriously, I love it. It's one of the few things that really encourages me to live in the moment and just experience.
Actually, the scarier coasters do that even better, since they don't leave any room for thinking about the experience. They tend to not be terribly relaxing, though.
We got a caricature done of the three of us, which we now need to get framed. The baby doesn't really look a thing like Leif, but oh well. Babies don't exactly have a lot of distinguishing features.
Leif is now officially huge. We were talking to a mother with a small baby, who she said was 3 months old. She was tiny. Leif looked like a giant beside her. It was a bit startling, since he doesn't look particularly big on his own.
Leif was an angel most of the time. He had fun just watching everything and occasionally sleeping. He cried for maybe five minutes out of the four hours or so that we were there. I was amazed.
Before Six Flags, we went to Burlington Coat Factory and did most of our cooler weather shopping. I got a wool jacket. It's big enough to zip over both me and Leif when he's in his sling, though it looks a bit silly that way, and somewhat too big if I'm not wearing him.
They apparently have a different definition of large than I do. I'm currently wearing a large shirt. It fits fine. Their large stuff is way tight, and the button-down shirts won't button across my New Improved Breastfeeding boobs. Unfortunately, I didn't bother trying things on in the store, so we now need to make a trip back.
Leif has new clothing, too. Now people will not give me nasty looks for taking him out without long pants. Baby khaki cargo pants for $5.00! Yay!
We have a hurricane heading this way. It should hit on Thursday. Weather.com calls it a "supercane". I have no idea what to expect from a "supercane" in this area, so we're making preparations.
We are trying cloth diapers for nighttime tonight. This is a new experiment. We now use cloth almost exclusively while at home during the day, and disposables at night and while out. Hopefully I can cut out the night disposables.