Link Love Archive

I bought this along with two other toys for Sophia on Friday. This one requires batteries and the other two don’t. She likes this one best. *grumble* And from day one she was strong enough to pull on the red triangle at the bottom to make the two morning sounds - a rooster crowing and an alarm clock. I don’t think she cares as much for the sound as she likes to see the cheeks on the smiley face glow when a sound is playing.

I also bought a set of rattles that where different shapes and colors with different textured fabric covering each. One side of each of them is a clear plastic so you can see what is making the rattle sound in the inside. Each one also has a different plastic teething thing attached to it - she doesn’t care for that part at all. The only things I’ve seen her put in her mouth are clothing and blankets that she has already drooled or spit up on. I don’t know if it’s the smell, taste or the texture but despite the amount of preteething drool she just isn’t into the teething stuff yet.

I was going to post about Sophia and her crying or maybe her cuteness, but after last night I just have to rant about our furnace. It’s been a month since the first time our furnace first started failing. It’s old and we have to keep resetting the circuit breaker. Kurt called someone to come fix it and the guy asked Kurt if he’s at all handy then told him to tighten or replace the circuit breaker. Last weekend Kurt tried to do just that but found that the main in the circuit breaker box, which as far as we know is supposed to shut off everything, only shuts off the lights. Neither one of up is up for a little electrical shock in just replacing the one breaker without the main turning them all off first, so we’re still dealing with the problem. Last night it cut out again and it was COLD!!!

Not made with real babies.

When Kurt was a baby, his mom made him a blanket from scraps of yarn. From the stories I’ve heard along with the fact that he still has this “blanket” in our closet I’d say that he has an unnatural attachment to it. It was crochet with red and blue flowers and there had apparently been another color made with an angora yarn which baby Kurt didn’t like - He chewed all of the angora flowers off and spit them out.

Toddler Kurt named his blanket “friend” and used it as his superhero cape. One time when young Kurtie was sick he had “friend” balled up next to him and Kurt’s mom came by to cover him up with another blanket. Young Kurtie protested, “No, you’ll cover his eyes”. Kurt’s mom looked down to see “friend” arranged in such a way that two previously flowered gaping holes were staring back at her.

Young Kurtie was also upset every time his mother decided “friend” needed a washing. Kurt would stand at the washer the whole time and then watch “friend” tumble in the drier. Kurt would then complain that “friend” had lost its smell and proceed to rub “friend” all over himself to get the smell back.

This year for Christmas, I unwrapped all of the presents for Sophia. A couple of her presents were specifically from Kurt and I was not privy to their contents. The first present I opened on Sophia’s behalf from him was a green and white striped onesie with blue lettering that read, “I (green heart shape) Mommy”. All together now, “aaawwwww, how sweet!” The second present was his old “friend”, which would have been a very nice sentiment if “friend” wasn’t a stringy thirty-five year old brown semi crochet mass of musty fermented Kurt spit with a few red and blue flowers left on it. EEEWW!! Get this hepatitis and e-coli ridden thing away from my baby!

Kurt’s mom had no idea that he had wrapped his old “friend” for Sophia let alone that he still had the musty old ball of yarn in his possession. When Kurt’s mom saw me open the gift of “friend” for Sophia, she dug through the Sophia gift pile for a specific box. I opened it when Sophia’s turn came around again. Inside I found three pictures of young Kurtie with his “friend”. “Friend” was originally a WHITE crochet blanket with burgundy red, dark blue, baby blue, white, bright pink, baby pink, lemon yellow, and pistachio green flowers and a baby blue cloth backing. Under the pictures and wrapped in tissue paper was a new “friend”. We dubbed it “Friend 2007”. We’ll see what kind of memories this one creates.

Last year on December 25th I received my monthly sign that I was not pregnant. Merry frickin’ Christmas to me after trying to concieve for a year and a half! I gave up. The next day I bought tickets so Kurt and I could celebrate our eighth anniversary in Vegas. I gave up on the, “but what if I get pregnant and I won’t be able to enjoy it cause I’ll be so tired” crap. When our anniversary rolled around I was pregnant. I was so tired I took a nap in our room in the pyramid at the Luxor immediately after we arrived. That same night we had tickets to see Penn & Teller. I was still so sleepy that people must have thought I was stoned. I did eat really well while we were there. I just had to avoid certain areas of the buffet tables.

This year December 25th can’t be ruined, monthly cycle or not. This year December 25th will be Sophia’s third month birthday and Kurt’s mom, sister, and niece will be coming from Michigan to see her.

The only two wishes I’ve ever had have both finally come true. In 2005 I went to Europe and in 2007 I have a baby. This year (just recently really) I have a third wish (aside from the obvious wanting to talk Kurt into doing the baby thing one more time in a couple years), but I haven’t decided the details on this wish. I have a friend that recently had her heart crushed. I know she felt like this one was “THE ONE”, so I’m not sure if I should wish that he come to his senses and tell her what she wants to hear (Not because it is what she wants to hear, but because he means it and finally knows it) or that she finds someone else soon and when they fall in love he will recognize it.