Quick Takes, The Whiney Edition

I’m so sorry for the radio silence. I have really good reasons for it. I’m going to list them in numerical form and call it Quick Takes. Clever, right?


We had house guests. My brother-in-law and his wife came for a visit with my two adorable nieces and we had a wonderful time.


Lincoln got baptized. That was the occasion for the visit, since they are Lincoln’s godparents. The whole day after he was baptized he was so quiet and slept well and was basically a little angel, so his godmother and I had high hopes that he was only Angrypants McAngryface because he was a pagan. Alas, he awoke the next day in a reign of anger and rage that has increased exponentially since then. He seems to have taken a clue from Charlotte, who (when it was explained to her that she was baptized as a baby) began screaming, “I don’t want to be baptizen!” and crying hysterically. I said, “But Charlotte, being baptized made you God’s child.” Charlotte screamed, “But I don’t want to be God’s!” and then cried for an hour.

Don’t be fooled by that innocent expression. She doesn’t want to be God’s.


I have a touch of PPD. Not too bad, not bad enough for medication, but bad enough that I feel blah and I don’t want to blog or facebook or do anything except curl up into an unshowered mess in a comfortable chair and feel sorry for myself. Unfortunately I have four kids, and Angry Baby Lincoln refuses to let me feel sorry for myself for very long.


Normally PPD involved me feeling sorry for myself for no reason whatsoever. This time I actually have a few legit reasons to feel sorry for myself, though. Lincoln seems to be a bad luck baby. Since he was born I have had a streak of bad luck to rival poor Sam’s in “Bad Day at Black Rock”. (That’s a Supernatural reference, in case anyone besides Leah reads this post.)

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First, my teeth went to hell. I have “pregnancy gingivitis” and about $3000 worth of dental work to do. I have to split it up between this year and next, since my insurance only covers $1200 a year. It’s lame, and my teeth hurt. Also, I fractured my hand on Halloween. Yay. I have an appointment on Monday with a hand specialist, who may or may not put me in a cast. And of course it’s my right hand. I’m going to beg for no cast unless it’s absolutely necessary, because how am I going to type/do dishes/braid hair/live with my right hand in a cast?


Oh yeah, and the fractured hand is also one of the reasons I haven’t been posting. My hand hurts, and it’s swollen and purple, and it seriously is not fun to type. But I love you, so I’m typing anyway. Please forgive all typos. Or take a hint from Allie Brosh and feel sorry for me.


But the #1 reason I haven’t been posting is all Melanie‘s fault. She sent me two books, which arrived after literally one of the worst days I’ve ever had, and one of them, Tigana, is the best book I’ve ever read. So good that I’m reading it again. I love it. I love Melanie. She’s the best. If anyone else wants to send me unsolicited but enormously appreciated reading material, I will love you too, and mention how much I love you on my blog. I promise.

But I probably won’t love you as much as I love Melanie, because Tigana is seriously amazing. If anyone can top that book, I will be impressed.

I’ll try to be back soon with a happier blog post, but if people keep posting “why I’m grateful” status updates for all of November on facebook I’ll probably just be back with another whiney post about why that game irritates the living hell out of me. (Hint: it’s for no good reason whatsoever. I guess I just don’t like gratitude. That is totally unrelated to the PPD, though. That game irritated me last year too. So I guess the point it, I’m grumpy even when I’m not postpartum.)

Go see Jen for happier quick takes. On orders of Black Widow.

No joke, she will kick your butt.

And Captain America and Wonder Woman.

  • http://camppatton.com Grace

    ha. I read the caption as “Captain Africa” and found that hilarious …. even if I was wrong.

    and BLEH to all that bad, bad luck!!!! Definitely offering up the chunks that Julia throws me!!!!! (for you — in case that wasn’t clear — which I typed claer — ironically enough)

  • http://www.conversiondiary.com Jennifer @ Conversion Diary

    I can relate to SO much of this: crazy babies, epic medical bills — even a toddler who screamed “I DON’T WANT TO BE BAPTIZED!” (unfortunately, *during* his baptism). Hang in there. I’ll offer up listening to my 15-month-old scream and scream and scream for your intentions.

  • http://www.barrenwoman.blogspot.com Rachel

    Glad you are alive!

    Yah, the Facebook thing. My entry to the game was “I am thankful for Cheetos.”

  • http://www.HouseUnseen.com Dwija {House Unseen}

    Charlotte and my Cecilia seem to be two insanely cute screamy-peas in a screamy-pea pod. They should never meet for fear of a black hole of naughtiness opening up ans swallowing the entirety of North America.

    • calahalexander

      Dweej, yeah, I’ve thought that before too. I could not handle the black hole of naughtiness.

  • Kat L

    Missed you! I totally agree about the facebook thing. And I love the pic of Charlotte as Wonder Woman! That is one of the better little kid Halloween costume poses I’ve seen.

  • leahlibresco

    Sam’s hair is the greatest challenge to all theodicies.

    • calahalexander

      Leah! I love Sam’s hair. It’s shameful, but long hair makes me swoon. I stopped watching the show out of frustration in the middle of Season 5 and have started to catch up just because I love Sam’s hair in recent episodes that I’ve glimpsed when the Ogre is watching. I should be ashamed of myself. But Hanson was extremely formative for me, for better or worse (usually worse).

      • leahlibresco

        I think he looks like Farrah Fawcett. But, then, I’m a Dean girl.

  • Sarah B.

    Sorry to hear about the PPD. That is such a B. Also, the dental work. I started having this throbbing pain in my jaw when Maggie was about six months old, so I went to the dentist. And I needed three root canals, one crown, and nine fillings. The only reason we still have a house is because my mother in law paid for ALL of the dental work (after the 1200 from insurance). If not for her, I probably would have had two teeth pulled. I feel for you friend, and oh man, I love Sam.

    I miss you around these parts!

  • http://www.indiatoappleton.blogspot.com Nancy

    My second son did a similar thing when he was 3. We were explaining that Jesus took away all our sins, and he started to wail and said, “But I want to KEEP all my sins!” In his defense, it totally made sense — after all, we were trying to teach him not to take away his big brother’s toys, books, etc. :) Hope the PPD fades, and that Lincoln learns other methods of expressing his baby opinion. Hang in there, mama.

  • http://hannahandhorn.blogspot.com/ Hannah

    I am sorry about the PPD. I know the feeling. Mine was compounded by the fact that everyone kept telling me I was doing so well and how strong I was so I really felt bad saying, “I feel like crap and I am tired of crying all the time. Find me some help.”

  • http://thisaintthelyceum.org Kelly Mantoan

    A screaming baby, sore teeth and a swollen hand served with a side of PPD? Definitely getting my prayers and I’m offering up my toddler’s 6 a.m. banshee wake up call for you (and any other screaming before then.)