{"id":480,"date":"2007-01-17T22:16:00","date_gmt":"2007-01-17T22:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2007\/01\/thoughts.html"},"modified":"2007-01-17T22:16:00","modified_gmt":"2007-01-17T22:16:00","slug":"thoughts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2007\/01\/thoughts.html","title":{"rendered":"Thoughts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A little random stream-of-consciousness posting tonight because I&#8217;m too tired to really post. Haven&#8217;t been getting a lot of sleep lately&#8211;going to bed too late (my fault), waking up too early (kids&#8217; fault)&#8211;and tonight I went out for a belated birthday dinner  with my friend Hannah (happy quarter century, Hannah!), so I&#8217;m really not in the mood to come up with anything clever, entertaining, or witty. So here&#8217;s unpolished me. <\/p>\n<p>Let&#8217;s see, went to a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.laleche.org\/\">La Leche<\/a> meeting last night. Incredibly nice group of women. I felt odd&#8211;my very first La Leche meeting and I showed up because I don&#8217;t want to breastfeed anymore. They were very cool about it. After hearing my woes of weaning, they suggested some techniques, told me to hang in there, and then after I told even more Pie stories, a number of them asked me if I&#8217;ve read the book <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0060739665\/jennyspage-20\"><i>Raising Your Spirited Child<\/i><\/a>. I fear this is indeed the direction we&#8217;re heading. I probably should just go ahead and order this now, except that I&#8217;ve had a self-imposed ban on child-rearing books (they just make my eyes glaze over after a while) and I really don&#8217;t feel ready to dive back in.<\/p>\n<p>Doodles keeps asking the tough questions. Last week he asked me, &#8220;When were people built?&#8221; I explained that people have been around for a long, long time. To which he asked the logical question, &#8220;Why?&#8221; No one ever told me I&#8217;d need an advanced philosophy\/theology degree to raise a preschooler. The poor kid is going to think he&#8217;s deaf for all the times I mumble incoherently, &#8220;I have no idea why.&#8221; But then he gets cute, and it&#8217;s so sweet like when we were walking to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.musictogether.com\/\">music class<\/a>, and I asked, &#8220;Who&#8217;s ready to dance?&#8221; and he called out, &#8220;Me!&#8221; then after thinking for just a moment said, &#8220;Mommy, the wind is dancing with my hair!&#8221; He&#8217;s become this very sweet, very sensitive little person. A little person, I should add, who has a newfound love for underwear but no desire to do what&#8217;s necessary to keep it on. <\/p>\n<p>I should go to sleep because I&#8217;m not even doing a real stream of conscious. Not that you&#8217;d really want one. The things that go on in this brain of mine are alternately frightening and mind-numbingly boring. I&#8217;ve been thinking about taking a hiatus from this blog so I could focus more on my novel&#8211;time spent here is time not spent working on my writing&#8211;but I keep wussing out. After all, other than Adam, this blog is the only thing in my life with which I&#8217;ve had such a long-term relationship (over five years now). Here, <a href=\".\/.\/2002\/01\/quote-of-day-some-folks-arent-crazy.html\">this <\/a>and <a href=\".\/.\/2002\/01\/this-mornings-conversation-me-what.html\">this <\/a>is what I was doing five years ago today, back when I was wedding planning and Adam was merely an MBA-wannabe. I can barely even remember those days now that I&#8217;m knee deep in Bob the Builder underwear and &#8220;Winkle Winkle Ittle Ssssss&#8221; (which is pretty much a direct transliteration of what Pie calls it). <\/p>\n<p>All right, enough! Over and out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A little random stream-of-consciousness posting tonight because I&#8217;m too tired to really post. Haven&#8217;t been getting a lot of sleep lately&#8211;going to bed too late (my fault), waking up too early (kids&#8217; fault)&#8211;and tonight I went out for a belated birthday dinner with my friend Hannah (happy quarter century, Hannah!), so I&#8217;m really not in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-480","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/480","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=480"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/480\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=480"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=480"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=480"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}