why do people always think the perviest notion for the strangest of things? shoulda winked at her in a pervy way, totally freak her out. what stick was up her arse?
I can't stand on the train without holding onto something, myself. There's bound to be at least one giant jerk of the train that'll throw me off my balance and into the nearest person.
Oh, is that what you're doing with the apple-pears? I was going to ask.
I just cooked up some applesauce for Little Bear tonight. She was quite interested when I gave her a slice of my apple yesterday, but since she only has two teeth it was hard for her to get much of it. It turns out making food for her is much more exciting in theory than in practice: I love the idea of introducing her to our foods, but she winds up eating relatively little of it and I wind up cleaning most of it off her face and arms, her clothes, the floor, my face and arms, my clothes... I've given up on using the high chair for now because it just adds to the list of things that need cleaning.
Making your own baby food is a great idea, but in practice it's best done in larger batches that can then be frozen in individual servings. I didn't do it very much when Hootiebird was younger.
For a while we had a floor mat to make cleanup easier, but we eventually concluded cleaning the hardwood floor was easier than cleaning the mat!
Maybe because I am a prude (?) I do not understand what she was thinking; you stood up and groaned while you lifted 2 bags? I get she thought something pervy might be going on, but I am not sure how she would get that? Oy.
I don't think it's a matter of being a prude. You understand that the universe does not revolve around you. Your lack of narcissistic hubris means you don't automatically assume everything is about you.
I didn't think the woman's noise of disgust had anything to do with me until I saw she was staring straight at me.
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last lady made me LOL! she probably thought it was something else. *wink, wink*. :P
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I can't stand on the train without holding onto something, myself. There's bound to be at least one giant jerk of the train that'll throw me off my balance and into the nearest person.
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*giggles delightedly and does not make saucy comments*
So what do I have to do to earn a bottle or two of that hard cider?
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I just cooked up some applesauce for Little Bear tonight. She was quite interested when I gave her a slice of my apple yesterday, but since she only has two teeth it was hard for her to get much of it. It turns out making food for her is much more exciting in theory than in practice: I love the idea of introducing her to our foods, but she winds up eating relatively little of it and I wind up cleaning most of it off her face and arms, her clothes, the floor, my face and arms, my clothes... I've given up on using the high chair for now because it just adds to the list of things that need cleaning.
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For a while we had a floor mat to make cleanup easier, but we eventually concluded cleaning the hardwood floor was easier than cleaning the mat!
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I didn't think the woman's noise of disgust had anything to do with me until I saw she was staring straight at me.
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