The random thoughts floating around in my head that I am too lazy to make into full posts:
1. How upset am I going to get about Maggie throwing every type of food we offer on the floor? Am I just going to go with my first instinct, which is to shrug and feed her what I know she’ll eat (all good, healthy foods) or try to force the issue? She used to eat whatever I was eating and in enorous quantities, but she goes through phases of tossing it all on the floor. My philosophy in general is that things tied to such a basic need as eating should not be used in reprimand; i.e. I feel uncomfortable saying “Eat this or go hungry” or “Eat this, or else.” Right now I think showing her that her behavior can provoke an extreme reaction is the erroneous course of action. So, reprimand when food gets thrown, but circumvent said throwing by offering foods that are usually a sure thing.
2. The sight of a blank word document waiting to be filled with tight, no-nonsense prose lyrical and florid description SEO keyword-based itinerary words and stuff makes me want to do anything else. People, rather than bust out 200 words on Seattle, I washed diapers this afternoon. Desperation is an ugly mistress.
3. I have to start Stroller Strides again tomorrow or I will never work out again. I just won’t.
4. Using the tutorial at Artful Parent I dyed eight playsilks for Maggie with Kool Aid (and some Hawaiian Punch for the blue), all the rainbow colors plus pink and brown. I like how they came out, they have a bit of the gradient/marbling thing from the tutorial but since I like jewel tones and loud bolds they’re much darker. They’re a cool open-ended play toy, nice and large at 35″x35″, and we’ll incorporate them into the family seasonal nature table when Maggie is a little older. For that I want to get two more, one for basic white and one for cloudy gray, but I’m going to wait until Maggie uses them. For anything. Right now they’re in a basket with all my yarn (which she normally finds irresistibly attractive) and being largely ignored in favor of the DVDs. How I long for a day when we live in a place with 3 bedrooms and a living area: one for me and Tom, one for the kid(s), and one adults-only office/media/guest room so the living room can be used for real, interactive screen-free living.
5. Perhaps it’s because I’m a millenial and not a real Gen Xer, perhaps it’s because until recently I’ve had my nose in parenting memoirs and Neil Gaiman, or maybe just because I’m late to catch on to things (reminder to self: watch “Glee”) but I just started reading David Foster Wallace’s essays. I don’t care how pretentious or cliched this makes me (a Google search for “David Foster Wallace overrated” yielded 24,700 results) but three essays into Consider the Lobster and I wonder how anyone else can even consider writing as a career with this example before them. I knew nothing of him except for his suicide and the lap-crushing size of Infinite Jest, so it didn’t surprise me to find that his background is both literary and mathematical. There is a truly symphonic structure to his writing; you can really see the elegance of theorem and geometry in his phrasing. Even his analysis of the adult video awards was well-written enough to be moving to me; 99% of us on our best days could not write our own milestones and heartbreaks so well. Laugh if you want, but it was so nice to be genuinely stirred by a person’s writing that I don’t care who thinks he’s overrated.