The Saturday

A pizza place in town had a $1 special on any pizza today, so B and I decided to go for lunch. Hey--3 bucks to feed a whole family, not bad. We figured it'd be busy, so we tried to hit it as the lunch rush died down. We got there shortly before 2, and got on the wait list, and since we were told it would be an hour (not unexpected--$1 gourmet pizza in a city of 350,000, what do we expect?), we took N to the craft store at the other end of the complex.

Usually N hates the craft store, and when just the two of us go, he pitches a fit and becomes a screaming mimi in protest. Maybe it was because B was with us today, but he was a doll the whole time-giggling and flirting with the other customers. After about 20 minutes, we headed back to the pizza place, realizing that it had been about 3 hours since N had had breakfast, and B and I were starting to get hungry. We were 3 names down on the list, so we stood off to one side and let N snack on cheerios (the little 'c' means they're actually Purely-Os, and I'm too lazy to type it out a lot) until we got called. N's all boy. He's very active and loves to explore. Being confined to arms in a busy restaurant is agony for him. But he sat there the whole time, munching cheerios and "talking" to the man waiting near us.

We got called to our table around 2:30, had our order in by 2:40, and between then, and the time that N ate us completely out of snacks (about 3:50), he was a total doll. He held up sooooo well. This is a kiddo that hates noisy restaurants, and gets frustrated when we try to make him eat restaurant chicken. He had only one meltdown, and that was at 4, right before the server brought out his pizza. I am unbelievably proud of him. He did smashingly well while B and I ate, and then did well again when we went over to our friends' house to watch the extended version of The Return of the King. It's much better than the theatrical release, by the way. He went down for the night around 11, which left me time to come update this thing. Wonder if anybody's reading it? Hmmm....

In playgroup news, I talked to H the other day. She definitely didn't make The Call. That makes me quite happy, as her DH and B get along really well. It would have been a major pity for B to lose out on a friendship when he has a tough time making friends in general. I didn't think that was H's style anyway. I do, however, think she might have a suspicion as to who did do it. B's money is on A (see the post from December 2 for the rundown of all of these people). I'm thinking if anything, A called her mom (another mandatory reporter) and had her mom call in, that way she couldn't take any flack. Along the lines of mandatory reporters, I've been one. B's one. My own mother's one. I can think of 5 more people with whom we interact on a regular basis who are mandatory reporters, and I know (having talked to them) that not a single one of them made the call. Shouldn't one think that if the DOCTOR says my son's fine, and not ONE of the mandatory reporters think anything's amiss, that maybe, just maybe, we're doing all right?

I think I'll call J tomorrow and see how things are going for her. She has a c-section scheduled for the 7th, so I think I'll call and see if there's anything we can bring over to help her out. Her daughter's about 5 weeks younger than N. I'm pretty sure she didn't call. It's not that she's not smart, it's just that she doesn't seem to function that way. What other people do with their kids is their business, according to her. Anyway, she says her husband will only eat peanut butter and jelly, so I'm thinking about taking over a loaf of bread with jars of peanut butter and jelly for him, and making something else for her and her daughter. I'll update on how that goes. And now, I'm tired, so I'm going to bed.

Things you never thought you'd say

Most of us in my due date email loop are first time moms. Here's some stuff we've actually said that we never thought would come out of our mouths:

"N, please stop biting the fireplace."

"Alexander, please don't throw the Wisemen and why is Baby Jesus under the couch"
"Jenna, please don't spin your brother in circles"


"Kayla, quit stomping on the presents!"


"Michelina, stop rolling the dog in the dirt!"

Well well well...

Last Thursday, our backup OB recommended an ultrasound to check for possible twins, as I was measuring 5 weeks ahead. Not a big deal, normally, but since I was only 22 weeks at the time, he felt it was a better safe than sorry thing. The midwife agreed, so off we went on Tuesday to find out if we are having one or two.

There's only one, and everything looks perfect. I feel somehow that we were intruding on Baby Kermie's space--like we were watching Santa Claus work or something. I think this might be the only ultrasound we'll ever have. It was amazing and miraculous to see what's going on in there, but I just feel like we should leave it alone.

The sex of Baby Kermie was obvious to the tech. To find out, please read the October 7th entry in this blog: Everyday Lunasea. That will soon be my situation. :)

The Black Hole

Still nothing. I sent the email out on Friday. I haven't heard one word from anyone. No email, no phone call, no nasty or nice letter. Not a thing. Seriously, how hard is it to get an email, then take two minutes to respond, "Wow, that sucks! I have no idea who did it," or "Yeah, I did it, and I'd do it again...fuck you." It's really not that difficult, people.

I just want something, anything. At this point I don't even care what it is. It's starting to make me think most of them were in on it together. Let's see.....
H: Always checks her email in the mornings, and I haven't heard a peep from her. She was the one that watched N the day the call was made

A: Currently out of the country visiting her in-laws. Checks her email infrequently anyway. Is a nurse (and therefore a mandatory reporter), and a worrywart to boot. Also seems to be jealous of my friendship with H and called H's house while I was there with N on the day the call came in

J: Honestly, I didn't think she would. This one routinely tells us at playgroup that her daughter has had enough snacks, and not to give her anymore. How that's different from me refusing to give my kid crapsnacks in the first place is beyond me. I just figured she was more of a live and let live kind of girl. She's always seemed that way to me. She's also another pregnant one (there are three of us).

S: I don't think she's been to enough playgroups recently to have been privy to this whole iron-thing, nor do I think she knows that I've even seen an OB at all.

T: This one minds her business. Just hers. No one else's. I really doubt she'd be so concerned about what someone else is doing to go to that great a length to prove them wrong.

M: This one I know didn't do it. She was the first person I called after I called Brandon and my social worker friends. She said herself, "I'm a Republican--I wouldn't do that." Regardless of political party, she firmly believes the government has no place sticking its nose into my parenting business, and she's working with me to help figure out who did this.

I'm seeing her today. I think what we'll have her do is call and arrange a playgroup, then see if she can bring it up there.

Of course, there's a very strong likelihood that most of these women just haven't checked their email yet......