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The baby is down for a nap and things have calmed down considerably since this morning. Baby was generally kind of pissy and exhibited this by doing all kinds of dumb shit and then crying when I stopped him. Dumb shit included squeezing both of his feet into this little bucket in his playpen and falling over while lodged in it, biting a chunk out of a black crayon, and trying to swallow a penny. I'm such a mean mother. All of this was compounded by the fact that my mom walked in around 6:30 this morning to inform me that the half-and-half was spoiled. Therefore, normal cups of coffee could not be had. I could have cried. My mom also left quite a mess in the kitchen this morning. I hate that.
Easter was pretty fun. I stayed up very late Saturday night trying to wait up for the boyfriend. He was at his mother's house performing a preliminary toilette including a shower, a shave, a haircut, and assembling his country club outfit. I didn't go to sleep until around 3:30. Final Fantasy X and I were getting hot and heavy. It's a little better the second time around. Even though I screwed up the first time playing it, I feel like an old pro in the lower levels.
Anyway, Sunday I woke up pretty early and helped my son get his Easter presents. My mom gave him a basket full of those plastic eggs which he was totally freaking out about. I gave him some Fisher-Price something or other and a new Spongebob Squarepants doll. He's never seen Spongebob but I think the baby just likes the idea of him.
I got a lot of sugar-free candy (woo!) but it didn't really matter since yesterday was quite a day of feasting. It wasn't completely out of control, but it was close. Mimosas are my shit.
The country club wasn't too obnoxious. We got there early and avoided a lot of the crowd. I managed to avoid all of my grandparents' member-friends. I did run into this old friend of my parents. She's an interesting character. Her parents were really rich and so she's never really had to work. They left her this great house in Point Breeze and her and her husband have lived there as long as I can remember. The husband is in some high-end real estate. They are a lot younger than my parents and I can't quite remember how they came to be friends but I always liked them when I was little because they listened to good music, had a very impressive house, and lots of cool “toys” like a computer, a stereo, pool table, all that kind of stuff. They were very cool. However, after quite a few years of living in sin they decided to tie the knot and things sort of went downhill. They had a kid two years ago and now all they talk about is Baby Einstein videos. I think most of their CD collection has been gathering dust in the neglected entertainment center. They're still nice to talk to but they're just sort of glazed over in parenthood. Not that the boyfriend and I aren't completely disgustingly in love with the baby, but we still have other interests. Oh well, neither one is “correct” or anything. It was just an observation.
After the country club everything was sort of a whirlwind. We stopped at my grandmother's for post-brunch…eating and drinking champagne and changing clothes. Then we headed out to this relative of the boyfriend's. More food, more wine, more sweet stuff. This cousin of the boyfriend's had his wife and son with him. He's almost three and on holidays past has been one of those toddlers that makes people shudder. He was better yesterday but still kind of wild. His mother and the boyfriend's mother kept glaring at me and my laid-back son, then would shoot me these evil grins and say, “Just you wait.” Like I'm about to be punished for something. I know when he's two he's going to be pretty crazy. I just don't know why mothers who have been there have to be so spiteful about the whole thing.
We rushed home pretty early in order to be able to drop the baby and all of his Easter stuff at my house with my mom and headed up the street to our friend's house to watch Six Feet Under. Very good episode. I also borrowed their “Big Trouble in Little China” DVD. That movie is so terrible…I love it.
When we got home we attempted to watch Dark City but I, predictably, fell asleep. Argh. I think I have those movies until Tuesday.
The new bras were inaugurated yesterday. That was exciting. Men and other small-breasted women can't understand this but a new bra that fits is probably the best thing ever.
Hmm, this has been a very boring entry and I need to get a shower. Later.
