Sara Plays House

Apparently I was not clear enough in this post about my feelings on political forwards/emails.

So let me be more direct and succinct. I don’t care about anyone’s vote but MINE. Last time I checked, I walk into the voting booth by myself. Well, OK, there’s probably going to be a baby on my hip, but still.

It’s hard for me to understand why some people feel that they need to “convert” others to their political way of thinking. A snippet of a speech taken so far out of context it doesn’t even RESEMBLE the original is certainly not going to change my views.

I don’t like to discuss politics with anyone.  Not even my husband.  It’s personal to ME, and me alone.  I do my homework, I read up on ALL the candidates.  I’ve never once considered an email someone forwards me as a good source of factual information.  Because it’s simply NOT factual.  Nine times out of ten, it’s completely fabricated.  Why the need for a conspiracy theory?  Are they really THAT threatened that they need to make up stories in order to get more people over to “their side”?

The bottom line–I love my Friends.  I love my Family.  ALL of my family, even the ones that have opposing political views.  I don’t love them because of who they vote for.  I love them for the people they are.  This is why I don’t bring up politics.  Ever.  I respect that they hold their viewpoints so dear.  I would hope that they respect me enough to do the same.

So I’m going to say this once–I will be voting for Obama in November.  Period.  The NEXT Presidential election?  Yep–I’ll be voting for a democrat then too.  Sorry, Mike.  :)  This is the party I identify with.  If you identify with the Republican party, good for you!  That’s why we have two parties(sometimes more) in the first place.

And now I’m gonna go do some reading while my babies sleep. 

Zoe has decided she likes her veggies.  Oh, she likes them very much.  So much so that she now insists on grabbing our hands to “help” us shove it into her mouth faster.  Do you see the iron grip she has on my hand?  I swear I have little scars. Yeah.  It’s about all I can do to keep her from shoving it into the back of her little throat.  Baby girl is STRONG and loves her food.  It takes a lot of work to keep those rolls in shape.

When your ginormous pile of books begins to topple over, what do you do? If you’re Avery, you make several smaller stacks. This is how she spent her Sunday afternoon–going through EVERY single one of her books, telling herself stories. Sometimes they matched the actual stories, but mostly they came right from that adorable little noggin of hers.

Jaime’s bachelorette party was an absolute blast and totally made me feel like an old lady.  I am so out of practice in the partying department.  Sigh.  In any case, if you REALLY want to see THE CAKE, email me and I’ll send you a pic.  Just make sure you’re not eating when you open it.  Seriously.

To celebrate the opening of the 2008 Summer Olympics on 8/8/08, Zoe had her first taste of carrots.  She ate them well enough, but insisted on making these truly hi-larious faces all the way through.  I imagine anything tastes better than the wallpaper paste rice cereal we’ve been giving her the last few weeks.

Since that time, she has tasted both avocado and peas, giving the avocado a silver and the peas a gold.  In the avocado’s defense, it was a little under-ripe.

Avery’s been doing fairly well going to school every day.  She’s had two freak outs while at school, and I had to really convince her yesterday to stay.  But she stayed, and she had a great time.  Today was Freak Out #2.  So we’re driving home, I’m asking her about her day, what she did, etc.  She’s quiet for a minute and then this is how our conversation went:

Avery:  I was calling for you Mom, so LOUD.  But you didn’t hear me.

Me:  Baby, Mommy was at home, you’re a big girl now and you can stay at school.  But Mommy will ALWAYS come pick you up and bring you home.

Avery:  Yeah.  You didn’t mean to leave me at school, Mom.  It’s OK.

Break.  My.  Heart.

All that being said, tonight she is very excited to go back to school tomorrow, telling us that Alex and Emily will be there waiting.  And the rational part of me knows that this is to be expected, this is what children do when they’re plunged into something new.  Doesn’t make it any easier on my Mommy Heart though.

Cake Wrecks will never let me down. Enjoy, fair readers.

In other cake news, I’m helping to host a bachelorette party this weekend for Miss Jaime. Guess what kind of cake I’ll be making? Guess! If you said “a certain member of the male anatomy” you MIGHT be right!

A friend from high school is now traveling the globe doing good things. She’s got a blog up and running, and I think you should read it. It’s funny, it’s hopeful, it’s heavy. And I hope she updates often. Hear that, Faith?

Here’s a Link–

http://wideworld.wordpress.com/

Here in Suburbia, it’s easy to get lost in your life and forget that there is a world outside where children are stolen on a daily basis, poverty is the rule, not the exception, and an education is something one would never take for granted. So I’m glad to have a window into that world … and I’m glad there are people like Faith out there.

So we took Miss Zoe to the doctor today to get her skin re-checked. It’s much much better. We’ll be continuing the hydrocortisone cream for a few more days, and then she’ll start a prescription non-steroidal cream to keep the flare-ups at bay.

In other news, she was weighed and measured. 15 lbs. 11 oz. and 25.25 inches. She hasn’t gained any weight since last week, so I asked the doctor about that. She said that sometimes babies can gain alot in the first six months, and then around six months, they’ll even out to their “genetic size”. She thinks that Zoe will definitely be shorter/smaller than Avery. To compare, Avery was 25.5 inches and 16 lbs. at FOUR months. Zoe is close to six. So I guess she will just be our Little Princess. And that’s OK with us!

She looks really PETITE in that picture, doesn’t she?

I never want to forget just how very BLUE her eyes were at that moment. And even though she still looks just like her Daddy, that is TOTALLY a face Mommy would make(And has, in the past. In Mike’s general direction, usually).