We did indeed lose power yesterday due to the wind storm. Katie didn't seem to mind that much. What she did mind was the delay of dinner. Because we had no power, we had no stove. Huzbend got creative and cooked up a pasta dinner using the grill and our backpacking propane stove. It took a while, but it was good.
Meanwhile, stupid me forgot the power was out and threw food into the garbage disposal. The last time we lost power it was for about two days. I didn't want to leave the food to rot. Do you know how gross it is to stick your hand into the disposal and pull out cold, mushy bread, peas, pasta and grapes? It's not pleasant. Of course, thirty minutes after I pulled out all the food, the power went back on. Figures.
Next up........A Tale of Two Boobies:
Sunday was the last day that I breastfed Katie. She's completely weaned. I guess that's good in the sense that I now have my boobs back. But, right about now, I wish that I could send them off on vacation or something.
They are KILLING me. I have about five days worth of breastmilk stuck in there. Do you know what that means? ENGORGEMENT. They pulsate with pain. The only thing I can do is put a little ice on them and try to lighten the load a little by expressing a tiny bit of milk at a time.
Besides dealing with Rock Hard Boob Syndrome, I'm also dealing with a little sadness. Breastfeeding Katie was really the only cuddle time that we had. She's so active now, it's hard to get her to slow down enough for a hug. Breastfeeding was the only time that I could get her to relax on my lap. Now, it's over. We've gone from having a quiet and relaxing fifteen minute feed to me chasing her around the kitchen trying to get her to eat banana.
Moving on......Boys Don't Cry, or DO they?:
Today we stopped by a Children's Museum. Katie had a great time running around like a crazy baybee. It was a pretty cool place and they had lots of stuff for her to get into - a lifesize bird nest, the cab of an eighteen wheeler, musical instruments, water, a bunch of little kid-size houses, etc.
They also had an area that had a lot of push-toys. Katie had been playing with this one wheelbarrow-looking thing for a little while, but then abandoned it for a lawnmower. So, some older boy began to push the wheelbarrow around. I'm guessing that he must have been like 4 or 5 years old. Katie caught sight of it and immediately dropped her lawnmower. She walked over to the boy and tried to pry his hand off of the wheelbarrow. I intervened and tried to interest Katie in the lawnmower.
The boy walked away with the wheelbarrow and Katie quickly began to chase him. So, the boy began to run. Katie picked up speed. She followed him around the room, up a ramp and into a dead end. When the boy stopped, Katie grabbed the back of his shirt and began to pull him away from the wheelbarrow as hard as she could. The boy began to cry. I had to go and pull Katie off of the kid.
My daughter is a bully. Where, oh where, did she get THAT? Must have been from Huzbend. Definitely not me. Nope. Totally not me.
