Cage match with June Cleaver. I win.
So, I didn't vaccuum in pearls and heels this weekend, but I did make a baby blanket, attend a baby shower, brew up some chicken stock, make homemade cherry compote, clean the house, wipe the baby's nose and in general do my best immitation of a housewife in cutoffs and a tanktop with my hair completely vertical. My bed head is pretty punk rock these days. Or maybe K. D. Lang. Unsure about this. Somedays the hair feels very sassy and cute. Somedays the hair feels butch. These things are not so highly incompatible as all that.
Anyhow, Betsy has two tiny teeth now. They've just broken the gum line and look like they don't exist, but stick your finger in her mouth and you're liable to come back missing a joint. Sharp! She's been crabby as hell all weekend and I can't tell you if that's teething, constipation or allergies as she's had all three. Mmm... more about babies than perhaps you were interested in.
Posted by karen at July 21, 2003 12:00 AM
