Monthly Archives: October 2010

David Thompson 1961-2010

This past week, Barbados has been in a state of mourning due to the death of our Prime Minister, The Right Honorable David Thompson. This Navelgazing Bajan sends her condolences to his family and her fellow Bajans across the globe.

Today his body is lying in state at his alma mater, Combermere School, which happens to be my alma mater too. If there’s one thing and only one thing you ever learn about Combermere, it’s that we Combermerians are fiercely proud of our school and alumni. As such, we are proud to call David Thompson one of our own.

RIP, sir.

The Meltdown

The wedding was set to start at 4:00 pm. As a bridesmaid, I was supposed to arrive at 2:30 pm.

Fifteen minutes before we were set to leave the hotel for the wedding location, Baby E had an epic meltdown.

Of course he waited until it was my turn to get dressed to want to nurse RIGHT THAT MOMENT.

Of course, my outfit was NOT breastfeeding-friendly or even baby-friendly.

Of course, he didn’t want his daddy, just ME.

Big boy shoes!

When Baby E took off his brand new big boy shoes and flung them away from him to the point where they landed on the floor with a thud, I knew he was beyond upset.

But I’d already nursed him. He most certainly wasn’t hungry. He wanted to be attached to me — not near me – attached to me.

But I couldn’t not get dressed nor could I hold him while getting dressed.

He wasn’t even being ignored, his father was trying to calm him.

It didn’t help that only moments before he was smiling, and laughing until he realized that I was going to center my attention on something other than him.

It didn’t help that when I’m running late to get somewhere, I become easily frustrated. So when I asked C to take our inconsolable, screaming child out for a quick walk around the floor outside of our room, I really didn’t need C to cluelessly reply that he was ok with just trying to hold Baby E off to one side of the room. If my superpowers included throwing daggers with my eyes, C would’ve been maimed. Lucky for him, I merely snapped, “Trust me, just take him outside! Please!” And once he did, lo and behold, the child stopped fussing. One of the lessons of toddlerhood I’m learning is that the sight of mommy is enough to trigger separation anxiety.

Eventually I finished getting dressed and we left for the wedding five minutes before I was supposed to be there. On the elevator ride down to the lobby, Baby E gave me the meanest look I’ve ever seen him give. But I was okay with that because I’m sure I was mean-mugging him too.

And don’t you know we got to the wedding location a few minutes late but still ended up early because we were the first of the wedding party to arrive.

And don’t you know, Baby E was fast asleep by the time we got there even though we’d only been in the car for about 10 minutes.

How about that?

But I looked good though.

NaNoWriMo Here I Come!

240/365 National Novel Writing Month begins

Image by owlbookdreams via Flickr

So, what does a blogger do when she’s in a blogging slump? She signs up to write a novel in 30 days!

Yup, I signed up for National Novel Writing Month, also known as NaNoWriMo.

My assignment — write 50,000 words starting November 1 and ending midnight, November 30.

Those 50,000 words will form what could possibly be the greatest work I’ve ever written. However, it is exponentially more likely that those words will culminate in a hot mess.

But what’s the draw, you ask. There are no fancy prizes for winning (and by winning, I mean actually writing 50,000 words).

That’s the beauty of NaNoWriMo. You’re writing for your own masochistic pleasure. And masochistic it must be because writing can be wonderfully frustrating, and painful.

For me, the reward is in actually setting out to accomplish something I’ve always semi-secretly dreamed of doing (i.e. writing a novel). Having a time limit and a word minimum are necessary for procrastinators like me.

Plus, I’m telling all of my fans (i.e. that would be YOU, dear loyal follower) about my plans because that will help keep me accountable. Don’t you love how I’ve automatically made you complicit in my scheme for success?

So, come November 1, I will be tap-tapping on my keyboard in between attempting to get my son to like solid food, chasing him away from all things gross and/or dangerous, breastfeeding, diaper changing, diaper washing, reading library books before they become overdue and figuring out what to do with chicken for dinner.

Did I mention I have no idea what my novel will be about?

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