"Who is the person who said that Lucy needs to go to a good preschool?" This was a question that in one form or another I was asked twice this week. The first person inquiring simply wanted to know and the second person clearly did NOT get the sarcasm of the post and was a tiny bit incensed. The second person was a person of grandparent title and thus any perceived insult regarding the perfect child is unacceptable. I assured said grandmother that the comment was indeed funny and more of a comment on how Jason and I could be far more obsessed with making sure that Lucy gets into a good college by starting her higher education preparations now. I mean, how on earth can we expect her to excel beyond WSU or UW if we don't build her college resume now? Sheesh, she's already wasted seven weeks just sitting around pooping. This is not going to bode well when we approach Harvard. (I think Harvard is out for us, they don't let in students who have relatives in the "riff raff" category. Poor Lucy is already handicapped by my public blog that is filled with creative application of the rules of grammar. I can hear the admissions discussion now, "the mother has a chronic comma splicing problem, this kid is not Harvard material" Sorry Lucy, your mom has all ready failed you.
This discussion of our dear anonymous poster brought the grandmother and I to a discussion about how many things we think are funny do not translate well to the outside community. I told her that many things I find amusing are either confusing or offensive to others. Granny laughed and said that she understood. "I find myself really funny, especially after a drink or two. God, I'm really funny then. Mostly, people just stare at me though..."
As the moderator for the blog and the comments that (nicely) come in, if I'm offended I have an option not to publish them, so I encourage you all to say what you like.
Topic 2: A nice resolution
Breast feeding was a bust (pun intended.) I'm still not happy about the fact that after dealing with my allergic reaction to the antibiotics for my minor incision issue that my milk supply went from minimal to non-existent. Lucy is fine on formula, it is VERY convenient, and the cocktail I had last night at dinner was tasty. I have been walking around the breast pump and supplies that we purchased. I want to make sure that it went to good use, and then I found a business card that someone handed me about 9 months ago. There is a local organization that specializes in needs for families with babies. I will be able to donate my almost new pump and unused supplies to an organization that will ensure it will go to a family that needs it. This makes the frustration and disappointment a bit easier to digest.