A little bit more "normal"

Recently, I have developed a taste for documentaries. I'm not sure if this is a wise decision, since (it seems to me) that a mixed media "informative" presentation can conceal bias and misinformation much more artfully than can a simple paper. Also, there is no easily followed link between references and the works cited as there would be in a paper. Finally, I am more used to having data and analysis at my disposal, so that I can critique the quality of interpretation myself. Despite my suspicious attitude towards these documentaries, I still find them intriguing as well as entertaining.

So far, I have determined to never, ever, EVER again eat a fast food burger. Well, maybe occasionally.

I am also seriously considering having my next child in a non-hospital setting. Possibly in a birth center, possibly at home.

So, guess what I've been watching! That's right, "Food, Inc." and "The Business of Being Born". Understand, I rarely eat fast food burgers in the first place. And, I had already begun my own research into birthing options before watching "Business" and I will do a lot more before Baby #2. So, really, these films haven't actually altered my state of mind. They have given me information to consider, additional perspective, and done a little reinforcing.

Speaking of babies, mine has developed a strong sense of "mommy attachment syndrome".  Just taking a shower incites so much drama that I must 1. wait until she naps (highly unpredictable) 2. put her in the shower with me (high risk of injury) 3. listen to her bawl in her chair outside the shower (highly unpleasant). We have also reached a new stage of messiness, since both Cara and her toys can now travel; in fact, so can her food. When I come across Cheerios on the floor, I ask myself, 'Should I really pick those up? Or let her eat them later?' It's sort of like dumping grain in the woods to distract deer from your garden. If there are no Cheerios in the living room floor, Cara is much more likely to scoot into some corner I thought she couldn't reach and eat a bug or a piece of lint.

The other day I baked a cake for the local firemen. I made a strawberry topping for it, which I managed to spill on their parking lot. I hope that doesn't negate the fact that I brought them cake. Needless to say, I left feeling a lot less spiffy than I expected. Now, I need to go pick up my cake box. I wonder if the strawberries are still there. I almost hope they are so I can scrape them up myself, in penance.

That's it, for now. I need a shower...