It's All Take-Out and Paper Plates Now

I'm still waiting to see what kind of magic Slipshod is going to pull out of his bag of tricks to make this move happen this weekend. Because if I am not the least bit confident that we'll be moving this weekend. I really really want to, but no single room in this house is completely packed up. We've packed a ton, but we're almost out of boxes and besides everything inside the house, we've also got to pack up all of our crap in the garage and on the screened-in back porch, and a few things outside that porch. And maybe some big stuff around the side of the house (like a kiln... yikes) .

Tonight we're going to have to pull out the things that we DON'T want packed in the pod, like our software. Oh yeah, and my big huge tub of candles. Can you imagine what that would look like after being packed in a pod for a couple days during August? A 30-gallon-sized ball of wax with sixty three little wicks sticking out willy nilly, I imagine.

"So why aren't you packing right now instead of blogging," you ask? Oh, shut up. I guess I should go do that. But the answer is - because my priorities are all screwed up sometimes. I go for a little "me time" over packing, even though we're down to the wire. The girls are asleep and the only reason I'm not snoozing away with them is because while they are both sleeping I can go outside and bring the garbage can & recycling bins back in without having to make sure that Sweet Pea does't run out into the street (not that that's ever been a problem; even though she hasn't learned to look both ways, she is very aware that she might get squished by a car if she runs out there, so she stays away from the curb like it's diseased - but a mother still worries). And then I had a couple cookies. And as I walked through the living room with purpose and a plastic tub toward the bathroom, all set to clear out the cabinets, my computer chair beckoned and the screen lured me in, and here I sit, sucked in, typing because I'm here and I'm tired so it's nice to sit.

I guess I should go throw a few things in the tub and then catch some Zs with the girls. That's probably the best course of action. But maybe I'll stop by the kitchen for a couple more cookies first. And I wonder why my body's such a funky shape.

*Editor's Note:* I rock. The bathroom is packed, I've done three loads of laundry, and I even managed to catch a little shuteye during the girls' naptime!

Meet Christina!

So, last weekend BlogHer had its conference in downtown San Jose. I didn't go, even though I live here, and I am sorry to have missed meeting many women whose blogs I read. Although, to be honest, I have not really been keeping up with anyone's blogs lately, mine obviously included, due to all the packing and stuff going on around here. Plus, it's difficult to find a moment alone to write before midnight. Argh. Right now as I type Sweet Pea is watching a recorded Miffy special, and The Bug is still asleep in her bouncy chair in the bathroom, where she napped while I took a shower.

HOWEVER - one blogging mama whose page I was reading every day until last week (again, my not reading only being due to the chaos in our house and lives), not only attended the BlogHer conference, she also came over and had dinner with us Sunday night before leaving town Monday morning. I can honestly say that Christina is my first online friend who I have now met in person.

We bonded first through both of our comments on the Queen's blog, found out we both used to work at Renaissance Faires, and now I read her blog every chance I get! It was such fun to meet Christina in person, and I already felt that I knew her to some extent through reading her blog. It was like having a long-lost friend come and visit. I'm so glad that she agreed to come over for dinner - it's not every day that she's in town from Columbus, Ohio, you know!

Our visit was of course a bit overpowered by the demands of a nursing baby and an attention-starved toddler. Earlier in the day we had had friends helping us pack and move furniture, so I had not been able to play with Sweet Pea at all and kept leaving room after room with her trailing me, so by dinnertime she was desperate for attention.

We were supposed to have a visit from the Queen and her family as well, but unfortunately during the weekend Count Waffles came down with some nasty bug that gave him a fever as well as the requisite runny nose. Maybe next time!

Oh, and Erin, I'm right with you - this is what I have to say about the hoopla over that Baby Talk magazine cover photo:

But wait, maybe I'm not clear enough; this is what's actually going on in that photo, in case you can't tell.

Better yet, check out my bitchin' nursing bra! It's always good for a laugh - Sweet Pea thinks it's hilarious. I always swore I would never wear animal print even on cotton, but this was too funny to pass up. Me Jane. Me feed baby.