Massive morning rant

I am so disgusted with Alaska right now. I can't believe Alaskans are still choosing Stevens and Young! And Palin!! Oh my god, I'm moving back to Alaska and running for Governor. I can't shoot a moose but I can clean a salmon AND I can name nearly all the countries in Africa and I definitely know my North American countries. Thank you, Economist and National Geographic for making me smarter than Alaska's governor and possible 2012 presidential candidate. Maybe if I lose some weight, get a nice suit and have 4 more kids I can run for president in 2016!!

Hell, I'm a maverick. With my syncretistic religious views and queer politics and undeclared political status, I am SUCH a maverick. Oh and let's not forget my rabid feminism - that would be maverick in current politics!

Sheesh. Alaska, you're breaking my heart.

Little note of appreciation for Bennett

I feel like Bennett is so patient with me. It's a little weird to be some one's absolute favorite person. When he is amenable to being put down for a while I am so grateful that I get to eat lunch with both hands. He doesn't want toys. He wants me. My hands and eye contact. It's taxing. I don't quite know what to do with him now when we stay home together. I can't quite leave him to do dishes or laundry when he's not napping. But he's not really ready for play or "educational" things. I read out loud to him, usually what I'm reading - poor boy is getting a healthy does of politics and religion! We snuggle a ton and do some play on the floor. And walks. But what else is there to do?

Still, I am honored that me - lazy, self-involved, constantly hungry, insatiable doer, ol' me is his favorite person. I want to do right by him, you know? He is as patient with me as I am with him.

All About Bennett Thursdays

My partner is brilliant. I was stressing about how to entertain B and how to get things done and blah blah blah. "Why not just take care of Bennett all day long? You don't need to do anything else."

Duh. I mean, it's not like I don't take care of Bennett on other days, but today is the one day he and I have alone. I don't go into work, Adam isn't here (he works from home on Fridays). He and I can trade off with B the other days of the week and we can clean the house and do the laundry on the other days. Thursdays are now officially All About Bennett days.

Today he nursed and napped in my lap. He has bathed, had nakey time on the floor, played in his play gym twice, been sung to a lot. We've danced, discussed the bedroom, worked on some baby sign language. He's been read to and played with and snuggled. Now he is passed out in the bedroom from all the fun.

And you know, it's great for me too. I don't have chores or Shoulds looming over my head. It's all about Bennett and bonding and frankly, it feels like a little bit of a holiday.

Some photos from today: