A friend asked me to post some more details about that high chair I wanted, so here it is:
I saw it on a TV show first, it apparently got the best rating for easiest to clean, and longest lasting since it eventually converts into a chair for children up to 6 years old.
Here's some websites about it:
http://www.babygeared.com/nestchair.html
It's called the Nest High Chair, so it may be found cheaper somewhere else. I have seen it on sale once, but that one was pink and it sold out fast.
Ok, I'm off to the museum today. Should be fun! I'll write more later.
I am really weird with my pets. Just now, I was in the bathroom with Luna, one of the kitties, the female. She's the crazy one, as female cats usually are, and she loves to explore. I always open all the cabinets and the shower curtain for her while I'm in there so she can go sniff around. Occasionally she comes to me, jumps up on my knees, digs her claws in and meows; as if to say, "This is satisfactory."
Shippo, the male kitty, is the only cat I've ever met that let's me rub his belly. He'll actually roll over for me. Sometimes I go overboard and love him too hard, >_>, and he runs away, but he always comes back for more.
The dogs are the weirdest, though. Complete opposites of each other, really. Zeus is big and noble, while Thor is just scared of everything. Even when Zeus was a puppy he feared nothing. Thor is just a wuss. But I loves him anyway. He actually wants me to cuddle him a lot, whereas Zeus just tolerates it, and not from everyone. Thor's having a hard time learning his strength, and how to play rough but not so rough you destroy people. Zeus learned this pretty quick, or it could just be my biased memories.
Zeus always seemed like such a partner for me. He's always been way more than a pet to me. Thor is too, but with Zeus it is definitely stronger. I read a book about dogs, called The Other End of the Leash. In the book, there was the opinion that although dog lovers would probably have many dogs through-out their lives, there will always be that one dog. The one you cherish the most, the one where it seems like you always know what he's thinking, and he knows exactly what you mean when you tell him something. Zeus is that dog for me.
When I came back from the potty just now, I looked Zeus dead in the eye and said, very dramatically, "Zeus! I am your father."
I swear he rolled his eyes.
There's way too much baby crap I want. There's just too much crap out there for babies. Hardly any of it is really needed; it's just pretty.
One thing I really want though is glass baby bottles. I don't care how crazy you think I am. I did a report on how a chemical in plastic (Bisphenol-A) can be harmful to even future generations. So I'm thoroughly paranoid now. Plus the glass bottles aren't that expensive, so I think it'll be ok.
There's this $500 high chair that looks all modern and pretty and can transform into a booster seat and then a regular lil' chair for 6 year olds. I want that, too, but it's just too much.
I haven't found a new book to read yet. I've got a bunch I should read, I just don't feel like it. I think I'll reread the Pellinor series sometime soon, before the last book comes out. I have a feeling I've forgotten some of it.
My horoscope today is hiliarious:
Sagittarius Horoscope for August 4, 2008 The keys to getting your way likely lie in your ability to strongly project your own personality in such a way that it overpowers others. This can make you the dominant, alpha player in your surrounds, but you may pay the price of resentment by others who feel pushed out of the way.
I do that everyday! >_>
Books are such a good distraction from everything. I just got the new book in Stephanie Meyer's series (Breaking Dawn) yesterday. I already finished it. Yes, I'm a loser.
For some reason I just love teen fantasy books. I like adult fantasy, too, but the ones for teens just seem more... fantastic. Like that crap would ever really happen. I like it because it helps me escape better I think.
I've been reading and listening to the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan. I'm on the sixth book right now, and I really love it, too.
I need more though, more distractions. No matter how hard I think about crap, I never get closer to any conclusion. Right when I think I'm there, someone has to say or do something that just completely ruins it.
I'm trying to do what's right for my kid, but apparently, that isn't good enough for some people. Well, as far as I'm concerned, this is my kid, and it's my life. I have a good sense of right and wrong, and I also have good sense of judging personalities. I can't let this stuff get to me. I'm going to try really hard to be a good mom, and that's all I can do.
I need more books...
Lightning...rain.
People are like lightning. Electricity... impulse, action... impulse, reaction...
First law of Thermodynamics. People are energy, yet energy in this universe stays constant. Where does it come from? Where does it go? God?
Nah. Earth creates it, earth takes it.
Where'd the initial spark come from? Things can't live in a vacuum like space, right? Wrong.
Funny how no one ever talks about this. Creationists are too scared I guess:
"I always thought the most significant thing that we ever found on the whole...Moon was that little bacteria who came back and lived and nobody ever said [anything] about it."
~ Apollo 12 Commander Pete Conrad
So many things.
Baby names is a tough subject for me. If it's a girl, it'll be easy really. I want to name it after my mom, so it'll probably be Linda Sue. She (my mom) doesn't like Sue though, so it could be Linda Grace, which I like also.
For a boy though, it's tough. I've got a lot of names that I like, but most other people don't. I like Gaelic names, but I also like the idea of naming it after my grandfathers. Esper means little friendly spirit, or someone with ESP. Virgil was the author of the Aeneid plus other stuff. The first name for spirituality, the middle name for intelligence.
Mom and I found some other names we're considering now, too. I really like Conner because it means 'lover of hounds', but it's still a bit too normal for me. Eoin (pronounced Owen) is one of two Gaelic names that I really really like. The spelling will throw some people off, but it's not as bad as the other one I like. Aodh (pronounced Odd or Awd) is the other one, but I don't think it should be a first name just because of the way it's spelled.
I like Connor Eoin, but I'd rather have Eoin be a first name.
I guess I'm still pretty far away from settling on a name. ~_~
So I decided to make a stupid blog about my stupid pregnancy. Who knows, maybe I'll like it so much I'll stick with it afterwards, too. (Don't get too excited.)
I'm about three months pregnant, still in college, still living at home. I'm scared, but really excited, too. This would be much scarier if I didn't have great parents that support me more than I thought anyone would.
I'm also vegetarian, and no, I don't want to hear about how I'm silly for it, thanks. I think you're silly. I've decided to raise the kid eating meat, and then when he finally asks "Why doesn't Mommy eat meat?" I'll give him my reasons. If he wants to be a vegetarian, I'll let him. If not, oh well. People raise murderers (meat eaters) all the time right? Can't be that hard. If I force him, he'll just want meat that much more anyway. ~_~
I just realized that sarcasm probably doesn't seep through monitors that well, so, you'll just have to take all the crap I say with a grain of salt. Or something.
