What, you’re not using the buggy?

I think I am officially addicted to babywearing.  So much so that, with the Baby Bjorn size limit looming in the not-so-distant future and the pouch unmanageable for out-of-the-house outings (love it for sick and needy baby.  LOVE.  BIG LOVE), I ordered a Custom Babyhawk.  Reversible.  Skullduggery toile on one side, aqua mini calaveras on the other.  Black straps.  It’s a completely hedonistic purchase but I love it.  I can’t wait for it to get here.  I have the Ergo for longer trips and if I get sore in the Babyhawk but I think the ‘hawk will be my main carrier. Because Chico is Baby Punk Rock after all.  It’s a huge chunk of money, the carrier, but I have been pretty good about spending on new stuff for the past month and a half.  Oh hell, I think I get to have shopping lapses sometimes.

We haven’t taken the stroller out of the building in a really long time so I feel pretty certain I will get good use out of both.  I just find it so much more pleasant to walk around with Chico where I can kiss his fuzz-head and have chats about what we’re seeing.  I yak with the stroller too but you have to be significantly louder that way.  People used to look at me funny when I’d walk around talking to Lucy as a baby but damn if her vocabulary wasn’t huge early.

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Last night Chico was baby ’splode-a-tummy.  See, Sunday I put milk in my coffee to test out the dairy sensitivity deal.  And this was a terrible idea because for the past few days we have had gas and poor sleep just like before I quit dairy.  So no more.  Cross my heart hope to…sleep.

Also I ate a burger on Monday and my tummy is not happy with me either.  Not to get too into details, but things aren’t coming out like they ought to.  So no more red meat either.  My resolve is stronger this time.

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Almost one year to the day after we got the first one, the second worm bin arrived yesterday.  It’s all set up and ready to go, the worms are in there (some of ‘em anyway) and I just have to  figure out if I’m going to run 2 bins or leave one to sit until this one is full.  We can probably use both, especially with CSA season fast upon us.

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One of the books I just got is A Goddess in My Shoes, which I read last night in one sitting.  I love-love-loved it.  It’s the perfect combination of psychology and new-agey self help, and Rickie Moore has a voice I can really identify with.  I am incredibly excited about tucking into the chakra exercises.  Do I sound crazy yet ;P

I go through spiritual phases, sort of moon-like.  I’d like to think one of these days I’ll find something that sticks.  Maybe the point is to take what I learn and work it into one big tapestry of spirit instead of looking for the proper label for what I believe.