TwoFootOnion

Interestingly enough, the worst part of New York City was the condition of the roads. Then again, they probably weren't designed for you to be going more that 5-6mph on them. On Sunday mornings when the traffic isn't awake yet, though, one gets up to 35. Then slows abruptly because the roads are so bad. Oh well.

I left with a little milk-drinking baby, and came home with one that wants to eat everything he can get his hands on. The grandmas are telling me "don't add too many new foods at once!" Perhaps I did, but then he developed such a strong preference for sweet potato, that I kinda laid off everything else. So hopefully there's no irreperable damage to my small childing. This makes his nutritive development simultaneously more and less simple. On the plus side, others can feed him. On the negative side, he can (and does) decide not to eat. I'm also discovering the monster I've created in letting him nurse to sleep. Oops. Oh well. It makes me happy, and the first one's always a trial run anyhow, right?

Also, when I went back to the commissary yesterday to retrieve the bag that the bagger had failed to put in my cart, I did not realize that the other thing she had left out was the expensive baby juice--a purchase which I felt was ill-advised and silly, but had made anyhow because I thought "just once" wouldn't hurt. This makes me, for some reason, SOOOOOOO ANGRY that I can't stand it. I'm really, really upset. I was less upset over the milk, butter, cream cheese, sausage, and cinnamon rolls. But it was a whole day ago, and I can't really go back now.