And Now, On With the Update!


So yeah, I went to Arizona last month. And as I said in the previous post, it could have been a lot shorter than the 10 days we were there. I did learn something though and next time we're there, we'll do it. What is "it" you ask? Rent a car. When I go on vacation, I like to get around and do things and see places, not sit on my ass and watch TV. I can do that at home. Since it had been Chad's first time in AZ, I had thought we'd at least go up to Torilla Flats or maybe a day trip to Mexico. But no. Part of the problem was that everyone that was able to take us places had been to these places so many times they were sick of going to said places.

Here are a few more things that annoyed me:

1. "Erik needs shoes." "Why don't you have shoes on his feet?" "He'll end up walking funny if he doesn't have shoes!" "He needs shoes with a stiff high top to protect his ankles!" Argh. No matter how many times I told them that he doesn't need shoes until he's walking outside, they never listened. Even if I told them that knowledgable people like oh, I don't know, doctors recommend the same thing. "Well that's not how things were when you were a baby." "Times have changed and that's what we've been told Mom/Granny/whomever." "Whatever, Jennifer." Argh!!! Obviously they've never read this. Or several other magazines and books that I have.

2. "You shouldn't feed him so fast!" "You have too much food on that spoon!" Chad and I then demonstrated that if we feed Erik any slower he gets rather upset with us, but that didn't seem to make a difference. Oh, and if his face got the slightest bit of food on it or if some landed on the tray, my mom was there with a washcloth. And then Erik would get upset because he wasn't being feed fast enough.

3. "I don't want him to play on the floor. He might get dirty." Have you seen how he eats? Do the realize he craps his pants? He's a baby! Getting dirty is what he does!


All right...enough about that. It frustrates me just talking about it. I also learned to never mention the possibility of additional children. Of course that is at least a couple years away yet, but ... whoa. Perhaps part of the problem is that they just don't see me as an adult and that I cannot handle the responsibility of children. My goal now is to simply prove them wrong. At least I finally convinced them that I know how to properly prepare food in a kitchen and that it's actually quite tasty!


Anyway, that's enough for now. I need to go do...you know... motherly things.