I feel like nothing has stopped since Thanksgiving. I’ve been overly social all week and, honestly, I need a flippin’ break from interacting and, more importantly, a break from removing myself and my child from our jammies.

Saturday morning we spent arguing with Eric’s childhood friend over abortion, politics and breastfeeding. Yes, even breastfeeding. (Yet another blog with the boob being discussed!) I was aghast but had very little argument for his response regarding breastfeeding in public, “I’m uncomfortable with it because it’s not a normal thing to see, so I stare. I should have the right to stare because it’s strange.”
“It makes people uncomfortable when you stare. It’s sad that any person’s immediate response to breastfeeding is that it’s strange.”
“It is sad, but that’s the way it is. Change isn’t easy. You have to fight for it.”

While I agree that change is hard, I don’t agree that we need to put up with people staring at us just because they find it “strange”. It’s impolite. Even if you find it strange, you look, look away and think, “Huh, that’s strange.” I don’t see the point of staring. Anyhoo, that’s beside the point…

After Eric’s friend left, his sister came over. She’s visiting from Alaska and is staying with her parents. Immersed in the madness, poor woman. So we invited her over to spend the night. We spent a few more hours discussing family insanities and Zoloft. By 9pm, Ben was tired of the discussion and responded, accordingly, with the following:

We missed the part in which he was yelling in two different voices. I think this was his version of, “BLAH BLAAAAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAAAAAAAAAH! Do you people EVER shut up?” We’re raising quite an orator.

Sunday evening we spent with my family, watching Dexter and Weeds. Very little discussion involved, which I think Ben much preferred. There’s only so much politics one infant can take before he just wants to veg in front of a tv to learn about serial killers and marijuana.