Really Excited

It's amazing what thrills me these days.

We've been cloth diapering now for quite a while, and I still love it. I love it so much, in fact, that I realized I needed to buy some more. I went online, and found a great deal on a pre-order of the new BumGenius One Size 4.0 diapers. That's right, I'm practically shaking in anticipation of the arrival of a brand new set of cloth diapers. How my priorities have changed.

Something I do want for myself is a Kindle. Not even the Kindle DX, with its fabulously large 9.7" display, just the regular, latest generation Kindle. Not that I have time to read, but it holds something like 1500 books! Luckily for me, with the introduction of the Apple iPad, Kindle prices have dropped significantly, and there really might be one in my future. Like, in August. I do have a birthday coming up.

Yesterday I had a doctor's appointment. Most people would be annoyed at having to take time for one of these visits, or maybe slightly nervous, but I look forward to them like Christmas. Going to the doctor = ALONE TIME. I actually get to spend precious minutes by myself in the car, and then time having a conversation with another adult which doesn't revolve around poopy diaper counts and the possibility of teething early. Mike's sister, Caroline, came over to babysit, and I practically sprinted out the door. Not to mention Mike called me and invited me to lunch at Hell's Kitchen with him and an old college friend. Thank goodness for getting me out of the house!

Speaking of early teething . . .

MJ's pediatrician thinks that MJ is "advanced." She's having separation anxiety whenever I leave the house. The last time Caroline babysat, the little genius screamed for a solid two straight hours. Poor Caroline. Thank goodness she's patient - and tough. The last time Mike and I left her with my parents, she screamed from 6pm - 9pm, and we got called home from our date night. Dr. Ballard says that separation anxiety is a six to nine month skill, and since she's already experiencing it now, she's "advanced." Couldn't she be advanced in a different area? Like, sit up and stack some blocks already. Screaming incessantly . . . not fun for anyone. At four months old, she's also beginning to teethe early. Poor baby is whining and groaning as she gums everything to death. She looks so miserable! Orajel to the rescue.

I think some people are more excited about MJ's toys than she is. Dad persistently danced MJ's little glowing seahorse (Seamus, I named him. How's that for a moniker, Uncle Brad?) in front of her for almost an hour yesterday. She just jabbered and chewed her hands, pretty much ignoring his attempts to entertain her with the seahorse. He then moved on to pretending to sneeze in her face, which gave her endless delight. Why even buy her toys?

MJ and I have a playdate tomorrow. We're really excited. Well, I am. Playdates are obviously more for the parents than for the babies, who typically just lie on the play mat and jabber, giving one another a cursory glance every now and then. Playdates are another of those saving graces where I get to be out of the house engaging in adult conversation. Playdate hooray!

Mike and I are church shopping. We've visited a couple since we've moved here, but we're looking for something similar to the church home we left in Ohio, which we absolutely loved. We maybe found it. The pastor just started a new series on Sunday (perfect timing!), and it's exactly what we need to hear. Funny how God does that, giving you exactly what you need even before you realize you need it. We'll definitely be back!

Baby MJ is sleeping, and I need some vitamin D. Let's see if she'll let me sit outside for an hour while she naps. I would catch up on some reading . . . if only I had a Kindle.