$3000 in the bank

Not for me, but for the American Cancer Society, thanks to the auction that I helped put together through Relay For Life. Sunday was a success, and I should be feeling the satisfaction of a job well done (and over!). But, no, I’m just moving onto my next volunteer commitment–a silent auction for the Babe’s adoption agency. The meeting’s tonight and I get to admit to the group that I’ve scored 0 prizes because I’ve been slacking. Or I could log off right now and get on the phone, but I’m feeling unmotivated.

New Subject. So the Babe is now EVERYWHERE. So much more everywhere than she was, say, last week. Now she’s just cruising along everything, she’s gotten really fast at crawling and likes to “free stand” for short blips of time. Changing diapers has become a nightmare because she’s so wiggly and quite frankly, I don’t think she likes wearing pants. The waving and the clapping are simply adorable, and she turns on the charm whenever she wants to make a new friend.

Fun Food: Grilled cheese, frozen peas, pizza, cereal bars, frozen waffles, chicken stir fry, ice cream, cake, icing and whole bananas. Yes, she’ll just sit in her highchair and eat a WHOLE freakin’ banana.

In review, this post is pretty lame. I’m hopefully I’ll feel more inpsired after naptime, which is starting now. ‘Night night!

Guess I Really am a Franciscan at Heart

You Are a Peacemaker Soul

You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can.
War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace.
You are a good mediator and a true negotiator.
Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy.

While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental.
You lose respect for people who don’t like to both give and take.
On the flip side, you’ve got a graet sense of humor and wit.
You’re always dimplomatic and able to give good advice.

Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul

Parenting from the Balcony, as Opposed to the Trenches

Yesterday started out to be a lovely spring day, so the Babe and I headed to my FAVORITE outdoor eatery to meet a girlfriend and her little guy. While we were waiting to be seated, I overheard a conversation which just points out how self-centered adults can really be.

A group of 5 casually dressed business people stand near me as we all wait for tables.

Man 1 says to Man 2: “Turns out, I don’t have my daughter this weekend.”

Man 2 says:”Oh–is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Man 1:”Actually, it’s a good thing. See, usually I have her from Friday night til sometime on Sunday.”

Man 2: “Oh, so it’s party time?”

Man 1:”No, I think I’m just going to take it easy. Rick’s day off is Sunday, so he’ll want to do something together then–I think I need a day to just “be”, ya know? Having my daughter all weekend sometimes just sucks the life blood right out of me.”

Man 2: “Yeah, I know what you mean. After a long week at work, sometimes you just need to relax. This weekend my in-laws are in town–it’s crazy, I tell ya.”

Now of course, I don’t know the rest of the details surrounding the situation–I don’t know if Man 1’s daughter is particularly demanding or requiring 24 hour care. I know divorce is ugly, and that many parents by no fault of their own can’t be with their children as much as they would like.

But I’m sitting there, playing with the Babe who is happy as a lark in her little stroller, cooing and laughing and doing her thing. She was up at 4am, and then up for good at 7am. My day revolves around her, and I ‘m thankful when I get a shower in where I can actually close the door (she’s sleeping or otherwise occupied by daddy). And OK, lately I may be in need of a little me time myself.

But for Man 1, I’m thinking, Dude, what do you do in the evenings? Are you able to shower without having your ear constantly listening for baby discomfort? Do you get to grocery shop alone? Can you cook a meal without having something over or under done because you are interrupted? Can you drive and not have to sing crazy little songs to the wee one in the back seat? Dude, that’s ME time!

And they say kids are egocentric!