The weekend:
Last night, we kindly warned Beck about the upcoming diaper change and offered him a chance to have it done right in front of the <strike>baby crack</strike> YouTube he loves so well. He looked at us as though he understood when I instructed him, "Lay down on this blanket, Beck, and we'll change your diaper here." Without comment, he walked toward the blanket and Wes and I beamed. Then he walked OVER the blanket and kept going, into his room, where he unceremoniously shut the door on us. A second attempt brought the exact same result, with perhaps a bit more attitude in his door slam.
Mama's Boy, that one. When something in life troubles you, my son, run to your room and hide. And master the art of the Fuck You Door Slam. It comes in handy.
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I switched back to full feed on RSS feeds so please click through and comment even though I'm giving it all up to you at once. I had gone to partial feed thinking it would make more people comment, seeing that they were would then be on my actual page and all. Instead it just seemed to lessen my comments and make me feel a bit lonely. Or maybe it was really just the CRAP writing that's been passing for blog posts around here. Either way, I promise to write something genuine at least a few times a week and you promise to keep on clicking. As you were.
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Wherein I am a big old bloggy dork:
I am beside myself starstruck excited that I will hopefully be meeting (dare I say... hanging out with? for a moment or two?) two of our bloggy superstars, Cecily and Mel. They even wrote back to me when I bugged them on Facebook. I seriously can't believe that anyone still knows of my blog after the last year of slowly being sucked under by babyworld, but I am grateful to them for their kind assistance.
So now I need all of you to help me decide whether to push myself to do more. I am going to BlogHer for real for real! Yay! There is this thing they do there called "A Room of Your Own" where you decide what it's about and run it and they put it on the schedule. I am thinking there should be something about "What To Do With Your Infertility Blog When You Have A Kid." Wes thinks it could be expanded to "What To Do With Your Cancer Blog When You Go Into Remission" or "What To Do With Your... I don't know... Guinea Pig Blog When It Dies." Something about moving forward, reinvention or not, meeting the needs of your readers, etc, etc. Betrayal and drama and boredom. But whatever it is going to be, it has to be good enough to get people to vote for it. That's how they are selected - you give a title and description and the BlogHer public gets to vote on which 12 they want.
What do you think?
And are there any of you out there who have been to one of these kinds of Room Of Your Own sessions at BlogHer and who have any input on what it's like. I can't decide whether to go for it or not. The BlogHer folks were encouraging but maybe they were just being nice.
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Note to self: YOU HAVE FIBROMYALGIA. Don't be an idiot and make a deal wherein YOU agree to shovel the snow if Wes will change the poopy diaper. No matter how hard the baby might kick you in the boob, it will be quicker than the ice and the shovel, which will be kicking your sorry ass for the whole damn week.
