mmmmmmmm, baby!vaporub
OK, so here I am with the new blog (thanks Harold!) and not much to say. Well, that’s not true. I always have something to say, but it’s been so long since I wrote a post of any substance that everything I want to say is all jumbled in my head and will likely come out in some sort of disjointed manner.
First order of business: my kid. Boogermonkey is quite sick, sniffly sneezy wheezy snotty whiny lethargic. S-I-C-K sick. And there’s not much we can do for him, aside from the baby!vaporub and baby!advil (dye-free! tastes like white grape!) and mamamilk and lots of sleep and cuddles. He’s sleeping now, and will likely sleep most of the day, as he did yesterday, with snot coming out of his nose and a horrible terrible unquenchable hate for the boogersucker; I’ve stopped trying to use the boogersucker – it makes him cry, which makes more boogers, so what’s the point? Adding insult to injury: Llamaface is sick, too, despite having to go to work today (he has off tomorrow – Father’s Day – for which I still haven’t gotten or made him anything). He walked because his bike’s already there, so he’ll ride home, all sickly.
Tomorrow’s Father’s Day, and as I said I didn’t get or make anything for Llamaface. I was planning on going out today with Boogermonkey but it looks like that won’t happen. Maybe I’ll order the gift from the Intarrrrrrrrnets, who knows. Father’s Day is always weird for me, since my dad walked out August 1993. We stopped talking March 1998, I blew up at him once after that (in the mall, no less), not long after I got married, so early 2004, but really I have no interest in having such a toxic person in my life anymore. He’s on his third wife, still has drug issues, is still a pathological liar, and still won’t take responsibility for anything he’s done. So he’s out. Llamaface is a MUCH better father than mine could ever hope to be, so we’ll do something nice belatedly methinks.
**boogermonkey’s awake**
Typing left-handed:
I’m totally going to have to wash my staff sweatshirt tomorrow. Oh yeah! I got a job! I’m a “recreation leader” (camp counselor) at the Wayne Morse Ranch day camp. only part-time, but it’ll help with the bills a bit. I probably won’t talk about that much until it’s over (I’ll save the stories & parcel them out one-by-one) because I’d rather not get dooced.
Yay two hands again:
Also helping with the bills: the orders that keep coming in. I seriously never thought that I could make money off my knitting, but here I am, with 10 items in the line and more supposedly on the way. I joined Summer of Stash as a challenge to keep my yarn in check, and also to try to maximize profits (use what I’ve got instead of spending money to make more stuff), but knitpicks is going to get almost $50 pretty soon because I don’t have what I need to make some really cute stuff (pictures to come as things get done). Llamaface thinks I should aim at a higher market, so I can charge more, but I don’t want to. Yeah, there are people who would pay $75 for a knit doll that I currently charge $25 for, but I don’t want to target that market. I like the market I’m hitting, honestly.
Boogermonkey’s 6.5 months old now, and aside from his cold since Thursday night he’s a fantastic little boogermonkey. He’s had tastes of banana, peach, nectarine, & butternut squash, but he wasn’t a fan of anything and we’re not pushing it. He’s grown as big as he is (17 lbs. as of 30 May) on Mama’s Milk, he’ll continue to do fine on just that for a little while yet. He stays in a sitting position if you put him that way, tries to sit up in his own, crawls at about a million miles per hour, and his first tooth (left front bottom) popped through on 10 June. He tries to drink from our cups, but doesn’t think too highly of water just yet. He still hates taking bottles from my mom or anyone else who watches him, but he’s a little boobmonkey when I’m home. He’s a very energetic, happy kid who’s blowing raspberries at me right now, and everyone who sees him comments on how beautiful and happy he is.
I guess that’s it’s for now. Ostensibly this’ll be a knitting blog, but like Laura and Stephanie and Rachael (three of my faves, but I read many more than that) I’ll also write about life. I had a knitting blog on livejournal (http://jennnknits.livejournal.com if you’re interested in the 30 or so posts over there), but I was hesitant about posting because I thought there was some unspoken rule about knitting blogs needing to be profanity-free, and I am quite often profane, but then I found Rabbitch and Juno and I saw that I CAN drop an eff-bomb and a bee-hizzy every now & again and it’s totally ok. Rockin’.
Alright, Boogermonkey’s done with his rattly frog and I think he needs a new diaper. He definitely needs to have his face attacked by my shirtsleeve again. Sweet. Guess I won’t be going to the library today, after all.
June 17th, 2006 at 1:25 pm
I hear you on the market thing, I just can’t bring myself to charge an arm and a leg for things that I already get a pretty kewl profit on.
Hope the tiniest one of all is better soon!
June 17th, 2006 at 3:00 pm
Did you seriously just say bee-hizzy? Bwahahahahah!!!
June 18th, 2006 at 8:27 am
Kinda gross, but a less hateful version of the boogersucker (which we call the nose hose) is to put your mouth over his nose and suck, and then spit out whatever you get. I think it’s a lot more comfy because a) it’s mom not plastic and b) no invasive thing sticking in the nose. You may not want a mouthful of boogers, though.
June 19th, 2006 at 11:54 am
Jenn,
I want to order a doll for my 4yr bug. it will be a birthday gift in Oct so no rush.