The Jungle Book

Here is an excerpt from the Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling which Keith and I are reading aloud to Indiana, our little mancub.

The fire was burning furiously at the end of the branch, and Mowgli struck right and left round the circle, and the wolves ran howling with the sparks burning at their fur. At last there were only Akela, Bagheera, and perhaps ten wolves that had taken Mowgli's part. Then something began to hurt Mowgli inside him, as he had never been hurt in his life before, and he caught his breath and sobbed, and the tears ran down his face.

"What is it? What is it?" he said. "I do not wish to leave the Jungle, and I do not know what this is. Am I dying, Bagheera?"

"No, Little Brother, Those are only tears such as men use," said Bagheera. "Now I know thou art a man, and a man's cub no longer. The Jungle is shut indeed to thee henceforward. Let them fall, Mowgli. They are only tears." So Mowgli sat and cried as though his heart would break and he had never cried in all his life before.

Spit up is my new perfume.

Gross, I know but true.

I blog better when I write completely random thoughts in the form of a list. Here we go:

Yesterday, Keith and I saw a couple walking/biking on the street. By "walking/biking" I mean that the boy was very slooowly, riding his bike while the girl was speed walking next to him. And they were trying to hold hands. It was hilarious.

When I'm in a public place and I see a mom pushing a child in a stroller or cart, I try to imagine her at home with her child, having the same trials and small triumphs as I'm having. It sort of makes me feel better about trying to become a good mom and feeling that I'm working really hard at it.

I think I'd rather move into a bit of a crummy apartment in order to save up money for a moderately nice house. Although moving out of my parents house is going to take a few more months.

It's been so long since I've been shopping, I went into Forever 21 yesterday and realized that I was really old and should maybe start thinking about shopping for clothes elsewhere...I'm not really sure where late 20 to 30-somethings buy their clothes, but I'd imagine it's not the same place that a 16 year old does.

What the heck happened to Joaquin Pheonix?!? That's all I gotta say about that.

An average day for me goes something like this:

8:00- (or whenever Indy starts crying) Wake up, feed Indy
9:00- go down stairs and fix some breakfast- usually something having to do with eggs- helps nursing moms lose weight!
11:00- feed Indy
sit around with the kids and watch Kai Lan on Nickelodeon or PBS Kids or whatever.
12:30- eat lunch
Check the mail- usually the highlight of my day, so you all should mail me stuff.
2:00- feed Indy
2:20- Sam comes home, we usually fix a snack and then do dances in the kitchen and try to figure out how we're gonna make julia get the heeby jeebies. Then we watch either the food network or something we can just sit and make fun of. The latest was a Ken Burns documentary on Lewis and Clark.
4:00- Arianne usually comes by around this time. She sits reading a magazine and talks about how tired and sleepy she is, and I sit and agree about how tired and sleepy I am.
4:30 or so- Dad comes home and asks me about Indy. Mom starts cooking.
5:00- Feed Indy
6:00- Eat Dinner- sit around the table and talk about random things.
8:00-10:30 - Watch movies or episodes of something with Keith and Sam. Tonight we'll probably watch Ransom. We're trying to watch all the good/interesting movies Sam has never seen. Feeding Indy happens in here too.

We're usually in bed by 11:30 and I am always online. And we feed Indy every 3 to 3 & 1/2 hours so...

I saw an interview with Tom Hanks and learned that he collects Antique portable Typewriters. I have always loved typewriters, and thought, "Wow, what a cool collection.." so I decided I would try an acquire one- not a collection, just one. For my next birthday...or anniversary or whatever, I want this one. You have to be rich to be a true collector, they're normally upwards of $500. So this one on Craig's List is really a steal.

Super DROOL!

That's what I was up to tonight while the superbowl was going on. I really can't watch football for some reason. I think it has to do with the fact that when I was in my 1st trimester of pregnancy, Keith watched football ALLL THE TIIIME and so it reminds me of being nauseated...kinda like Pavlov's dog...not that I'm a dog, but you know.

WIPEOUT on the other hand, I was sooo glad to see again.

Its time for me to comment on what I plan to do within the next year. I've managed to avoid it so far but i think the time has come to give some sort of prediction, or goal.

- I'd like to get back into all of my old clothes, considering how much money I spent on them.
- Be successful in my "Music for All Occasions" business that I talked about in my last blog
- Audition for the Virginia Opera and hopefully make it!
- Attend some performances at the Sandler Center...starting with The Durufle Requiem on February 22. I am SOO excited! Hopefully we'll have some cash flow and a sitter to be able to go.
- Become well rested.
- Establish a good routine for Indiana.
- Grow my hair out.
- Travel back to FL so Indy can meet his family there.
- Visit TX and do an eating tour- seriously, i really miss the food there! And get a Sarah Haircut!
- Blog more
- Read a lot

And of course the obvious ones, move out, get a new car and put together an amazing nursery for Indiana!

Speaking of- today we took Indy to church for the 2nd time. The first time, he did REALLY well, this time...eh...he kept grunting and screeching like a baby Ringwraith (LOTR, DERF!) As much as I thought I wouldn't be embarrassed in these situations, I felt my face getting hot and started blushing even though we were sitting against the back wall and only about 3 people could hear us. He was trying to poop, I guess.

I've been trying to read through The Jungle Books, but they're kind of boring. I wanted to familiarize myself with children's literature for Indiana's sake. I really hope he's literate, like really brainy and smart, committed to the pursuit of knowledge. But that's a lot of pressure to put on a 2 month old.