Foo doo fa fa

Posted on Aug 07, 2007. 8 comments

Maya crawled for the first time last night.
I knew the moment was coming but it didn't lessen my shock at it's arrival. Already making Mama proud with her nonconformist ways, Little Miss Fickle has a sidle type crawl. She scoots three-quarters of the way you would expect, 2 hands, one knee, and on the side of the other remaining knee. Luckily the Husband and I has started moving all our crap out of the family room for optimal crawl space. We have a long and arduous babyproofing job ahead of us. Today I'll contribute by moving my stash. I'm quite nervous at the prospect, but really, it is for the greater good.
Fortunately Unfortunately my stash is still growing. It's sort of taken a life of it's own, reproducing like an amoeba.
The latest enhancement is courtesy of Lori. I stumbled upon Lori's blog through a weird series of events. It turns out I know Lori in real life. More accurately I got on her nerves quite frequently when we were teenagers. Her older sister Amy-blogless, but with a singleton and a set of twins aged 3 and under who can blame her-and I were dear friends growing up. I spent many nights at their house, eating Lori's cheetos, playing Super Mario Bros until our thumbs fell off, and laughing like hyenas at the things that are so funny when you're a teenager.
My fondest memory involves Amy and her Dad. He was kind enough to shuffle our sorry teenaged asses around the local hamlet. Ever the Spitfire (and I mean that in the most flattering of ways, I want to be like Amy when I grow up. I hope I am worthy of her bulletproof bracelets, magic lasso, and Amazonian training) Amy hopped in the truck and told her Dad that [insert teenaged anomie here] was a heaping pile of bullshit.
He retorted that there would be no Mother Fucking cussing in his God damned truck, Jesus Christ! That day I learned when the urge to laugh is so strong the giggles are trying to eep out of your pores it is possible to keep quiet. Even if the result is a very red face and a nearly ruptured spleen.
I still laugh heartily (outloud) over the incident to this day. Lori I hope you can forgive me for stealing your cheetos. I'm so glad we found each other, I can hardly find the words.
I'm motoring along on the U Neck Back to School Vest. I've finally muddled my way through the scourge that is 2 by 2 ribbing and onto the front dart shaping. Please note Stefanie Japel published errata for the back neck shaping on her blog here.
I'm still to chicken to try it on. I'm hoping it won't accentuate my postpartum pudge.


  • Posted by Heidi on Aug 17, 2007

    you have me laughing out loud over here too…. that is great!

  • Posted by Annie on Aug 10, 2007

    No Mother Fucking cussing in his God damned truck, Jesus Christ!
    Bwahahaha! Made me snort coffee out my nose!!
    Crawling is exciting- I love her little bum and chubby little legs!!!

  • Posted by Carrie K on Aug 10, 2007

    That sounds exactly like something my father would say. What? Irony? lol.
    The Back To School Vest will look fabulous on you.
    Maya’s crawling? Uh oh! World domination is just around the coner now.

  • Posted by anmiryam on Aug 13, 2007

    What a cute little backside. Before you know it it’ll be moving at warp speed!

  • Posted by Jenn on Aug 08, 2007

    My SIL cried the day my nephew started crawling, and not tears of happiness either. It was more like sheer exhaustion from keeping track of his every move.

  • Posted by lyssa on Aug 08, 2007

    I had no idea that Cheesy Poofs were an actual brand item, always thought the South Park guys made it up. Shows what I konw. I’ve never lived east of Arizona.
    Good luck with the crawling and the babyproofing!

  • Posted by Lori on Aug 07, 2007

    I dont even remember the cheetoes! However, my need to horde the cheesy goodness must be buried in those past repressed memories, because I am still quite possessive. I even asked dad to send me some Gibbles Cheesy Poofs a few months ago when I was still pregnant because they are no where to be found on the west coast. Boy, was that a craving. He sent 9 bags! No, you can’t have any.

  • Posted by Michelle on Aug 07, 2007

    I would never suggest I covertly ate your Cheetos, stealthy while you weren’t looking. And if I did, it would have been entirely Amy’s idea.
    You know what else I miss? Rt 11 chips!

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