My morning, with a lot of tangents

So apparently the baby does not like oatmeal raisin cookies. Tragic, no? I love oatmeal raisin cookies. But I suddenly woke up at 3:30 am in Dire Horrible Pain, even though Phillip convinced me a foam eggcrate thing on the mattress would make me feel better. (It did. Goodbye sore old-person hips!) After a while I decided to get out of bed and try Phillip's Universal Cure All: downing a giant glass of water. Instead I, uh, lost the small mountain of oatmeal raisin cookies I'd eaten right before I went to bed.

Fortunately I had the day off.

Unfortunately, my presence was demanded via massive guilt-tripping requested at a meeting, a meeting that usually takes place downtown, but because it was rescheduled due to the the horrendous weather, was now taking place on freaking Harbor Island. Do you know where Harbor Island is? Not even people who LIVE here know where Harbor Island is. Harbor Island is the godforsaken chunk of grimy industrial land underneath the West Seattle bridge. And I had to be there by 7:30 in the morning, when it is still dark, when it is still ICY and SNOWY when I had yet to crawl out of my one-mile snowed in radius. (See, when I said it didn't snow in Seattle, I meant it didn't snow like it did everywhere else. We got, like, an inch, maybe two, and it still hasn't melted and the roads are evil slip 'n slides of terror. So if I'm this wussy in the city, think of how pathetic and immobile I'd be in the suburbs! Which reminds me, last night we had dinner with some friends and one of their dads, and he was all asking questions about something nature-ish and did we ever notice this naturally occuring phenomenon and when he seemed to direct this question at me I was all, "Dude. I live in the city."

When I still hadn't fallen back asleep by six, I decided that I may as well show up. (I'd spent the previous two hours figuring out how to email all the necessary documents to the meeting via mad rad remote desktop, interspersed with wondering how I should decorate the baby's room.) So I made it to the meeting, albeit without my naturally cheerful disposition, and I couldn't even take advantage of the big box of doughnuts, because my stomach still felt blah and I didn't want to risk a scene, if you will, in the middle of the meeting. (Although I would have aimed for the guilt-tripper's shoes.)

(Hello, what is up with the random Sickness? Do you think it just comes and goes? Or does the baby really not like oatmeal raisin cookies? Because that is making me very sad.)

ANYWAY.

THEN I went shopping. I should have probably gone home, and the original plan was to go hang out with my sister an hour away, but whatEVER, it's icy and snowy and I've been up since THREE THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

So I went shopping at this little outdoor shopping center that is much less "strip mall" and much more "outrageously expensive trendy gathering of stores that don't want my washing machine-d money." Which means: tons of cute stuff! I was specifically looking for baby room things, even though I have absolutely no idea WHAT. By the way, here is what we have done with the baby's room so far:

1. Moved the futon downstairs
2. Bought a changing pad (because there is only one kind of changing pad, there are no changing pad forums, there aren't any books about how to buy a changing pad, no one is going to make me feel guilty for buying a certain kind of changing pad etc. etc.)
3. Took down the butterfly curtains.
4. Stuffed the too-girly toys, including Hello Kitty and Strawberry Shortcake, into the closet.
5. Thought about vacuuming.

In other words, not much.

Oh, and speaking of no butterflies or Hello Kitty, I think I am having the only boy in the greater Seattle area. Of all my friends who have babies, only one of them has a boy, and of the spring baby boom currently in the works at my church, I am having the only boy. But I suppose this isn't such a bad thing, as our boy is liable to be a chubby band nerd who participates in role-playing games on the internet and will need all the help he can get in the acquiring a prom date department, even if it comes from simple demographics. 

I ended up buying a super cute window valance at the Overpriced Children's Things Store That Shall Not Be Named because it was (gasp!) on sale. And so cute. So not girly! I wandered through some other stores, but I realized that four hours of sleep doesn't really work for me, and I drove (skated!) home. I went straight upstairs to put up the valance and AHA! It is about four inches too short. LOVELY.

So now I'm going to do what I always do, which is watch TV and fall asleep. Thank you Martin Luther King, Jr., for providing me with this beautiful sunny 24 degree day and the opportunity to watch everything on my TiVo. Oh, and guess what. It's supposed to snow tomorrow morning. The apocalypse is upon us. I am moving to New Zealand.

Comments

[Christina/Mrs Broccoli Guy]

I have never even heard of Harbor Island and I've lived in the Seattle area since I was 6!
And can I come to New Zealand with you? SO done with this snow now!!

[Maureen]

What? You're going to use a changing pad? Babies whose parents use changing pads all grow up to be crack addicts. I read it in a changing pad forum. ;)

[Catherine]

You know, New Zealand is having a pretty yucky summer. El Nino or La Nina, or some such. Anyway, a whole heap of rain when normally we'd be having nice warm sunny weather. Still, they say February will be nice :-)

Catherine

PS. We also get snow, in the proper season. Or you know, the improper season, depending on which hemisphere you're from.

[Angela]

I'm really hoping this whole snow and heavy rains thing is just a freak occurence, because I do not deal with snow. I have never dealt with snow. I feel that 24 is too old to have to learn how to deal with snow. And I don't think Colby would appreciate the snow further encouraging my already hermetic tendencies.

Oh, and congratulations on a changing pad acquisition! (Positive reinforcement!)