This is look of absolute utter disdain….
Archive for July, 2011
It’s been more than a month since I emotionally vomited on your computer screen with this post. I was so hesitant to spew all that, but I’m so glad I did. Out of the chunks of my PPD puke came wonderful responses.
This text from an old friend made me feel supported….
First off, let me apologize for writing a post about my nasty foot. I’ll also say I’m even more sorry for posting a picture of it. But, this is pretty much a blog about my life and frankly my foot has taken over my life in recent days.
Here it is… (Remember, I already apologized for this…twice.)
|This is the “small” size picture. You’re welcome.|
I hope you enjoyed that little ditty as much as I did.
Last Tuesday I was telling ya’ll about my affinity for the boy who lived. (Have a read, it’s quick) We got a sitter, some popcorn, and Cokes. We joined our friends Dave and Trish. I braced myself to watch it all end.
The row of children in front of me held it together as I openly wept. It was a tad ridiculous for a grown woman to do that much crying during a kids movie.
When we left the theater Trish said, “I think I’m suffering from PPD!” I looked at her startled considering all my online discussion of Postpartum Depression. She said, “I’m suffering from Post Potter Depression! Now what are we going to do?”
I laughed harder than I did watching this video. If I had to pick a PPD I think Potter would be it, no matter how sad I am it’s over.
With a little sadness at the speed of her growth, we packed up Charlotte’s infant seat and MamaRoo. She just wants to climb out of them, on them, and generally make things more dangerous for herself. As our little explorer crawls and pulls herself up on everything she can, the most common phrases heard at our house are “Charlotte!” “No!” “Stop!” “Careful! “Gentle!” (“Gentle” is around Ginger. Poor dog, she is a trooper.)
With all of her activity we have started putting her in the Pack ‘N Play like a playpen. We have dubbed it “baby jail.”
Greyson does a running commentary when she does this. “Let me out! Why do I have to be in baby jail?!?! What crime have I committed!? I’ve broken no baby laws!”
We don’t leave her in there that often and she still loves her exersaucer. Most often, she does something adorable like this and usually gets picked up. We’re lousy wardens.