Morning walk: Wednesday

Today’s Wednesday, right? I walked 4.2 miles today. Again, no Borders angel.

So…Mr. elizabuffy and the baby bug and I are going to a cookout this weekend. I offered to bring cookies to the cookout and they said, get this, that they were happy we were coming but to PLEASE DON’T BRING COOKIES because they are “watching their weight.”

What’s that about?

I thought the point of having the whole cookout and inviting people over was that then you had an excuse to eat as much as you want? Right?

So I’m going to bring a whole wheat pasta salad.

City Conversations #3

My hubby and I were standing in line at the blockbuster (to rent “Night at the Museum”). I had baby bug strapped to me in my Mei Tai carrier and Tim starting bending over and making funny faces and strange noises at the baby to make him laugh.

After a little while, the guy behind us says “Excuse me, I just had to share–my friend here didn’t see that you were carrying a baby and thought that your husband was a crayzperson.” Apparently the friend had been all “dude, this guy has Turette’s syndrom or something, he’s making uncontrollable noises or having a seizure or something.”

I got to explain that while my husband was, in fact, crazy, his craziness didn’t manifest in those particular symptoms.

Just think, that guy could’ve gone back to his blog and written a post about how he was behind a crazy guy in line at blockbuster’s. Although he still could–except it will be about how babies turn their parents into crazy people. Which is true.

As a side note, it turned out that the guys behind us were also renting Night At the Museum. Which they had already seen and they raved about how great it was. Now, I didn’t think it was so great as to merit a double viewing–it was cute and not too annoying to watch once (but oh, poor Dick Van Dyke! How have you fallen!)–but more than once? I guess there’s no accounting for taste.

City Conversations # 2

While I was gardening out front, a woman came by and said:

“Aren’t you afraid you’re going to touch worms?”

I said no.

She said, “Ugh, I hate worms.”

It’s cold out here for a baby.

So, one of the things I don’t like about living in a walking city is that random strangers feel free to comment on anything about you that they think is not right or strange or whatever. I am willing to admit that I am overly sensitive about this.

When I was at the end of my pregnancy I dreaded going outside because every single time I went out someone asked me if I was having twins (no) and then be shocked that there was just one baby in there. (Okay, he was a big baby, but still I don’t need to hear that I look like I’m having twins, it was not helping my mental outlook).

Now that I have the baby, every time I go out and it’s cold outside I dread that someone is going to read me the riot act for not having enough clothes on him. Today it was 50 and I wore the baby into blockbuster and the nice cashier, upon hearing the baby cough said–to the baby–”oh, you’re getting sick, cause mom’s taking you out in the cold weather.”

For the record, he’s fine. He’s not sick. It was a one time cough. This is why moms are crazy–everyone on the street has an opinion about what you are doing wrong and wants to share it with you.