Teatopia

By this time next year, I'll be a size 2! (well, maybe)

I have been soooooo good about exercising! Go me! I guess yesterday was the only exception. MF and I went to a local shopping center to walk the perimeter, but first we decided to get mochas because it was cold, and then when it started to sprinkle, we went into a cafe to give the babies a snack, and ended up eating a second lunch, so yesterday--not so good. Ate too much, but today-- today was awesome! I think we walked like 3 miles with our strollers. My calves are seriously sore! I'm not disciplined about exercise. I admire people life GFF because she's so good about going to the gym. I wish I was more eager to go, but walking is something I enjoy because MF and I talk about babies, husbands, bad fashion mistakes, etc. Speaking of which, I'm afraid the 80's are back, and it's not pretty people. The leggings with mini-skirts I can handle. I personally don't look good in them (not that I've tried in a while) because I'm a little bootylicious, and I end up looking like I have chicken legs, but that aside, some of the other fashion trends I'm seeing are not so eye-friendly. Some people do not look good in skinny jeans. In fact most don't. I hate the tapered look. It makes guys look gay and girls look fat.

Anyway . . .

Here's a rather late picture of my hair. You can kind of see the layers on the side. Oh, and I don't know why my nose looks so big! My nose isn't small, but I look like freaking pinocchio!

I'm starting to read this book about breastfeeding controversies in America. I know it's something that's going to piss me off and really make me think hard. Should be interesting. Since having Olivia, I have become so passionate about something I'd never really thought about, and now, I'm really interested in it. And it's not just ineresting in a healty, mother-infant bond way, it's also really interesting from a political/social standpoint. I've been thinking a lot about it because I've decided to nurse Olivia past a year. Not sure how long, but I know I'll have to deal with the stigma that comes with breastfeeding a toddler. I hate that some people make you out to be some kind of pervert or social deviant. I actually talked to the pediatrician about it the other day and he highly recommends it. Our society as a whole is so clueless about breastfeeding and its amazing benefits. I actually saw someone post a comment on someone's blog recently saying that "formula these days is just as good as breastmilk. It's come a long way". I have good friends who bottle feed, and that's fine. I'm often jealous when they so easily take out a bottle and I'm left with trying to cover myself up and get Olivia to stay still so I don't embarrass myself in a public flashing, but to borrow a quote I recently heard, it's not like choosing Coke over Pepsi. Breastmilk is a living food, ever changing. Okay, time to get off my soap box! :-)

This morning, Olivia and I went grocery shopping (this post keeps getting more and more random). It's amazing how much longer it takes to shop these days, and surprisingly, it's not because I have to entertain Olivia. She's pretty content sitting in the cart (once I've sanitized it. I swear I have OCD. Today I spent like 5 minutes wiping down a cart only to find it had no seatbelt and I had to start over with another, but I digress) looking around and smiling at everyone. It's everyone else who slows me down. They all stop to talk to Olivia and ask questions. That's the downside of having a cute kid I guess. And when they don't look, she waves and says "hi", but I think only because we do it to her. I really don't think recognizes "hi" as a greeting. She just knows that it accompanies waving. Oh, and that brings me to something else. Why do old people feel it's their place to give advice to complete strangers? I was walking today, and some old lady calls out, "the sun's in that baby's eyes!" and then I checked, and she was fine. My grandma is like that. She asked me the other day if Olivia's husband was going to sleep with us too. They didn't co-sleep in her day, or if they did, they did it in secret and she thinks I'm doing Olivia a disservice by allowing her to sleep in our bed. I was pleased when she came to Olivia's appt and heard the doctor say that it was fine to sleep with her, at least until she starts sleeping better.

Well, it's time to try to get my fussing, teething daughter back to sleep! Oh, and I have to find a baked potato soup recipe for tomorrow.