the year
I cannot get the "Urinetown" soundtrack out of my head. Nic bought it for me this year, and for a long blissful week I've been blasting it from every stereo. Unfortunately, there was a bad skip in almost every song in the second act, so we sent it back yesterday. I'm between copies and it's killing me. I blowdry my hair and sing the Act One Finale over the sound of the dryer. I bathe Blake and sing "Cop Song." I fold laundry and sing "Don't be the Bunny."
It's awesome that a soundtrack can get so far under my skin, but it's driving me utterly insane. I would really like the tuner in my head to shut off for a night.
Last night we were invited to two gatherings: a Tym:J gather in Kensington and Stacy's birthday on Yonge. Just our luck - we come into the city maybe once every two months, and we get two invites on the same night. Worse still that they were both compelling & fun. With Tym I drank a cocktail, chatted with old acquaintances and waited around while everyone else smoked. With Stacy I drank a cocktail, chatted with new acquaintances and won a prize at dirty bingo. I'm still amazed that I won anything, and more amazed that I was ready to take off my shirt to stay in the running. (I didn't have to. But I would've.) I also crawled across the floor to Stacy when she beckoned, an action the both of us found highly amusing. "I know something's going on when she does that," she laughed.
Clearly I need to drink more often to build up a tolerance or not at all, because strange things happen these days when I tip my wrist.
Year End Meme
Moderated a mother's group. Carved a turkey. Learned to read to a very small child.
Did I have New Year's resolutions? I think at the time my biggest resolution was don't die. I was pretty ill leading up to New Year's Eve. So yes. I did keep it.
I know a lot of moms through Baby Club and a few with 2004 babies (like Andrea & Cheryl) are closer than others - but I didn't actually know them before they gave birth. Does that count? Lane gave birth this year to much celebration and Monstre gave birth to much sorrow.
Nope. Went to a few family funerals, though. And I think we were all saddened by Loftwyr & Monstre's loss.
The U.S. of A. and Alberta (almost another country!)
A satisfying career.
So many of Blake's milestones are embedded in my memory. First birthday - baptism - first word - first trip - first food mooch...I could go on. And of course, the day I stood up for Preacher.
Pulling out of postpartum depression without the use of drugs.
I only had little failures this year, mostly out of thoughtlessness. The mommy brain persists.
Postpartum depression was all. Although there's a lot that can be said about that "all."
Baskets from Ikea!! Oh yeah!
The Boy, who has become a wonderfully giving & intuitive father.
Um. Best not to say. No one you know. Mostly mine when it comes to that.
Rent. And I paid off my student loan this year. (Hurrah!)
Baskets from Ikea! And every milestone Blake has smashed through. Especially the milestones that involve baskets from Ikea!
"The Wheels on the Bus," 'cause that's the first song to which Blake ever responded. "The Green Grass Grew All Around," because I can change out of my swim suit and into dry clothes without touching the wet baby sitting on the bench. "This Night Has Opened My Eyes," because I was captivated with it while in the throes of postpartum depression.
- happier or sadder?
Happier! Much happier. Much healthier, too.
- thinner or fatter?
Thinner? I didn't lost the last 10 pounds until February, I think. Much thinner than 2 years ago.
- richer or poorer?
Richer, kind of. We pay less for rent and utilities and gas this year.
Nap with Blake. See our friends.
Try to take pictures with a slow camera. Cut my hair.
How did I, you mean? I spent it at home, hosting dinner for my relatives. It was relaxed and mostly excellent.
We invited ourselves to The Caveat's house. We are rapscallions - but we're bringing cake.
With Blake.
Who has the energy? Plus, I'm on call all night. Babies are excellent guarantors of monogamy.
This year it was "Angel," because I've used up all the "Buffy." The Boy fell in love with some wacky cartoons and "Corner Gas."
I don't really hate anyone I know. Frustrated, yes, with a few. Disappointed, yes, with a few more. But not hated.
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, although I need to re-read. It's a long book for someone who has to read in short bursts.
Urinetown! (Am I lame?)
An extension for my maternity leave.
More time with my friends. Sleep. A closer mom gang. A steady educational job for the Boy.
Troy because it was such a surprise that I liked it at all. Fallen Angels was brutal but excellent.
I turned 28 as quietly as I can: at a Cure concert, wearing bunny ears.
A real choice to return to work, instead of being pushed by financial necessity.
Encrusted with baby goo.
The Blake. The Boy. Nesting in our refurbished basement. Attachment parenting books by Dr. Sears. Not worrying about my diet. Exercising more or less regularly. And my many mom contacts.
None.
Same-sex marriages. It's such a non-issue that I can't believe we still have to talk about it.
Scherezade, off in Europe. Most of my other friends who are considerably closer.
Hmm. Andrea, I guess. She makes me happy to be around. I feel like I could tell her anything. And I love her daughter.
Sleep when you can. Eat what you're offered. Take no offence when none is given. And don't rant about people on LiveJournal without identifying them unless you want to see it come back three-fold.
"These days I sit and think a lot about the things that I forgot to do."
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