Midlife crises

My laptop bag came this week and it is lovely! Rich and I were talking about it and he asked me how much it cost. "It was kinda pricey." "Like how pricey?" "Like over a hundred ... but I really wanted it!" "And you got a second bag too, though, right?" "Yeah ... but it was super cheap!" "I wanna buy a helmet."

Um, ok. So Rich wanted this helmet. It's stainless steel and titanium and is made by Duke So-and-so and is wonderful! And he never did get the hockey pads he said he was going to get for his midlife crisis. And he hasn't slept with anyone else. So he wanted this helmet to be his midlife crisis.

And so my husband is getting a new helmet. It ships today.

All in all, I'm figuring this is a win-win situation.

Super fan

I'm catching a cold, just in time for the long weekend. Sigh. Then again others in the office are getting flu cooties and strep throat and other horrible things so I should count myself lucky. We had a great business trip the last two days in Boston. I love getting to see librarians in their natural habitat so we can observe their behaviors. The reserves guy at Simmons is a super Dr. Who fan and his desk was a veritable shrine to the show. I've never seen so many Tardis and Daleks in my life. That's when he opened a desk drawer where he keeps the ones that won't fit on his desk.

The last few days on the road have been tiring but getting to see folks in the flesh really does help rejuvenate me. It makes me love my job.

Ounce by ounce

It took me 30 minutes to pump two ounces of milk, milk that I will be pouring down the sink in my hotel room. And even though I have the pump, I end up having to hand express which involves hand-cramping squeezing and hoping I don't just spray milk all over myself and the hotel bed.

I'm pumping less. It used to be when I left Ian for a trip, I had to pump for all the times he normally nursed, which is at least three times a day (morning, after work, bedtime). But this trip and last week, I've only been pumping once a day and it's been tough to get much out.

So we are slowly weaning, if weaning means Ian choosing to nurse every so slightly less each week. I'm fine with that. Ian will be 25 months tomorrow and our nursing relationship has been the best I could have hoped for. I feel lucky, really, that we've had such an easy time of it. I just wish I could share that luck with other mothers and babies.