my name

many many many times, when I’m typing my name, I type it correctly. but many many many times I type it chriseta. a few times, chriesta. I like both of those variations.

also, remember when I wanted to name my baby Max? And lately, when I think about someday having a 2nd child, a girl this time, I am contemplating the name Ruby, a name I got from a friend of a friend, but it’s okay, because I never see this person and the chances of our families ever getting together are very small, so copycatting that name is not so bad. So if I had kept the name Max and then had a girl named Ruby, I’d have Max and Ruby and there’s a show on TV called Max and Ruby, about bunnies I think, and boy am I glad I didn’t use the name Max. People would think I planned it out somehow, as a fan of the show, and that is definitely not the case. Not that any of this matters. I didn’t name my son Max.

He’s definitely NOT a Max, although that is still a very good name.

I talked about the whole idea of Santa Claus today with Guh, and we both agree that we want to not do the Santa thing in our house. Gifts between friends and family members at the holidays will be fine, but we’re not going to have Santa. I haven’t really thought about how this will go down, especially as Ry gets older and all his friends have Santa and he comes home and says “what’s wrong with me, why doesn’t Santa love me, he doesn’t visit us but he visits Sean’s house and Katie’s house and Paul and Mike and Lee and EVERYONE, so why not me, mommy? Why does Santa hate me? What did I do? I love Santa!” and then he starts crying because Santa hates him. I suppose I’ll worry about that when it happens. But for now, we’re agreed that there’s no Santa coming to town for us.

I can’t WAIT to hear what my family has to say about this. I just won’t tell them. But maybe I will, just to get a rise.

Already I’m the craziest person alive because I like to buy healthy, organic foods for my baby, instead of junk food and soda and preservative-filled crap.

But I will admit that I’ve done the one thing I told myself I wouldn’t do when I was pregnant. Let Ry watch TV. What a deluded fool I was. I honored that intention for a fairly decent amount of time, but I eventually cracked.

I am a TV junkie. How can I keep my son away from it if I can’t even keep myself away from it? There are worse things I could do as a parent, sure, but I am none too pleased with myself. But to be fair to myself and my good intentions, the TV became much more of a fixture in his little life when Guh was home watching the boy and I was out working.

I am very good about limiting his exposure to very specific things: he can only watch a Baby Einstein DVD or Classical Baby on HBO (which I TiVo’d), Sesame Street (he is bored mostly with it but he likes Elmo), or maybe a show now and then on Noggin (a kids network that doesn’t show commercials). He loses interest in most TV programs after a few minutes, with the exception of baby einstein and classical baby. Those two have him completely enthralled.

Oh, and he likes the opening song on Spongebob Squarepants, too.

TV is very evil and I really need to do something about it, for his sake and my own. I don’t know what though. I love it so much. TV is my best friend. My sweetest friend. She loves me.

sigh.

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