asteroid B612

I keep trying to blog. I've started countless entries that are quickly abandoned in favor of a child who needs me or a brain that is checked out. More time passes and the gap gets bigger. It's really too late now, but here I am anyway. Something to mark my spot.

We got a new car last week. This is HUGE for us. It's a fairly young Honda Civic. Reliable, long-lasting. I get in, I press in the clutch, start the car, turn on the AC, and off we go. Such a simple luxury! We have downsized and while I miss the space of the minivan, I do a little happy dance at the gas pump. It'll work for awhile. We just can't take any passengers who aren't willing to do butt compression to sit between the two carseats hogging the backseat. And I've learned how to seriously minimize baby gear--mostly through babywearing (I don't need to haul around a "travel system" in my trunk).

We realized through this process, that *duh* neither of us has made a huge purchase requiring financing before--besides our college educations, that is. Partly, because we really haven't had the capital (we barely do now), and partly because we tend to be content and resourceful. We find a spot and make it work. Sure, I'd much rather be living in my own home with *gasp* my own washer and dryer on my residential premises!! But I'm content where I am. C and I used to discourse at great length about what it means to "live well." Hint: size of house is irrelevant. Maybe some people think we're foolish, but I don't regret anything we've done so far in terms of major life choices (I won't deny mistakes, but not regrets), even if we're "setback" in terms of how society determines what is "successful". I mean, there are people out there who can READ because of my hubby. Anyway, this is turning into a ramble and maybe is too honest. It's just that buying a car this time was really big for us.

The rest of my time has been spent dealing with another round of thrush, which my purple friend, gentian violet seems to have whooped. And making sure a certain 3yo is active and outside as much as possible, so that he's not climbing all over me as an incarnation of whatever monster he fancies he is. And trying to keep track of his CI. And making a certain 7 week old coo and grin big purple grins. And trying to remember to take my vitamins, get enough rest (ha!), and not get too hungry so that Crazy Hormonal Mama can be kept at bay. And getting sucked in to Battlestar Galactica with hubby (resistance is futile--oh wait, no Daleks). And trying that Mary Poppins trick where you snap and the mess goes away (it's not working--maybe if I took more vitamins).