Everything is A-OK.

Introducting Abby Cadabby, a 3 year old fairy-in-training and newest resident of Sesame Street. As a parent of a baby girl, I must say that I am extremely excited for this development. I am all for fairies and magical things. Imagination should be something that is celebrated, not stifled.

"...Susan Linn, co-founder of the Campaign for a Commercial-Free Childhood, calls Abby's introduction a blatant attempt to compete with the gigantic Disney princess market.
'The last thing little girls need is one more pink fairy,' she says. 'My understanding is that she's a little incompetent with her magic, too. I'm concerned that now even the Sesame Workshop has bought into the girlie, girlie commercialized image of what it is to be feminine. They could have had an Asian girl, they could have had a girl who's really good at math. They could have had someone who's just more complex.' '' - San Jose Mercury News, 8/30/06

Ummm.... she's kidding right? How complex and competent is a 3 year old supposed to be? And did Ms. Linn had a problem with Zoe being a monster? Abby can hardly be compared to the Disney princesses. I mean her mom works for the princesses, right? Plus, she is implying that it is impossible to be feminine and smart. Feminine does not equal ditzy, Ms. Linn.

But hey this is coming from a 23 year old college graduate who is obessed with The Gossip Girl Series.

Apparently, girlie/girly is an offensive term referring to nude or scantily clad women. Well, ya learn something new everyday.

The Mighty Mighty Red Sox

Father, the furniture guru, and I shall be attending the A's v. Red Sox game this evening. I am extremely excited as I loves me some Red Sox. I used to be completely anti-baseball. It was boring. But the Sox changed all that. Johnny Damon changed all that. He has now since been drawn to the Dark Side that is George Steinbrenner's organization but he can forever hold credit for making me a Believer. A lifelong Red Sox fan.

Update: They lost 2-1, but it was fun times. Red Sox Nation was definitely in full force.

Drunken Babies and Anglophile Mommies

Brown-eyed babe had a bottle. She held it all by herself. Downed the thing like her life depended on it. Glassy eyed, she tossed the empty bottle to the floor with remnants of milk dribbling down her chin. She looked positively intoxicated. She promptly dozed off. The kid parties too hard at daycare.

I should have taken a picture.

Alas, I did not. And I now find myself watching BBC America. David Hasselhoff is on Kumars at No. 42. Why is Mr. Hasselhoff an international superstar? *Sigh*. Kumars at No. 42 is an Indian family that interviews celebrities. Cheeky. However, the grandmother is obviously younger than all other members of this "family". Very Vicki Lewis. BBC America. Interesting concept. It exists purely for Anglophiles such as myself. I should probably be using my time more productively, but cable is just too appealing right now.

Once Upon a Mattress

I am a horrible mother.

I have not had this new bed for a whole 24 hours and brown-eyed babe has fallen off of it. This was not a short tumble from the pathetic stack of dilapidated mattresses I called a bed prior to the acquisition of a Stearns & Foster pillow-topped full (thanks to my father, the furniture guru). The dropoff on this thing is amazing. And she experienced it this morning as she crawled over me in my grogginess and promptly went over the edge. Thud. Deargod, I broke the baby. To make matters worse she's been feeling under the weather since yesterday morning. So I rescued the snotty wailing baby from the tiny space between the bed and her playpen. I calmed her down and laid her back on the bed to do my proper motherly inspection. No scrapes,bruises, or bumps. I'm really not the one to blame for this debacle. It's my mother's fault. She has gotten a new bedroom set, which resulted in the subsequent mattress shuffle. I hope that I haven't traumatized the kid. Is she going to develop fear of heights or quality mattresses?

...And then there were two.

Newsflash: blue-eyed babe was no good for me, or brown-eyed babe for that matter.

I have moved back to the Bay Area. Rather haphazardly. I am kicking myself for letting things get so out of control. I have fallen into that pattern out here as well, as I now have to accept that I am in financial ruin. While I must admit that it was exhilirating to quit a job that I was beginning to abhor, it did bring in a steady income that I was able to support my family on. Now I work part-time and while I make more per hour, there are less hours. My money goes to childcare, diapers, baby food, and transportation. However, there are a gigantic stack of bills that have been accumulating since I made this move and have yet been addressed. Not to mention, I have a SUV marooned at an autobody shop back East that I have been trying to have transported nearly all summer, and now the transportation company is giving me the runaround and the car is on the verge of repossession. Therefore I have come to the conclusion that I suck at life.

I am a coward and try to run away from things, while sticking around for things that I really shouldn't. I am a very worn-out doormat. It does me no good to think, "Well if I hadn't paid for his [fill in any number of countless expenses that were not my responsibility whatsoever] then I wouldn't be in this situation?" Because it doesn't make my money reappear. It does me no good to think that I did things for him believing that he would do for me in the same situation. Because I was wrong.

I am suprised that brown-eyed babe still likes me. Sometimes I just feel so incredibly incompetent. I suck at life, so how could I possibly be good at motherhood. But she seems to still like me regardless of my shortcomings.

So at this point I have become a hybrid of my former selves. I am a working professional-single mother.

Flying by the seat of my pants.