Oct. 7, 2009

Last weekend we ended up jettisoning the Oktoberfest plans, because Joe wanted to be at this gig by 4:00. Given the $10 cover charge, there would be no real point in him attending. Karen was going to come along, but I really didn't feel up to chasing after Gianna by myself, especially since she had managed to procure a babysitter for Gavin. Instead, we went to Alana's house where Melissa and Jessica were planning to go, before heading out to Sylvannah's birthday party. Jasem and Livi were there too, so Gianna had a few friends to play with. I could pretty much relax and just let her scamper around. Alana has a cute house; she made it sound like it was a tore-up, delapidated hell-hole, but really it's quite nice. I had a beer and a margarita, but that's all because I was the driver (Karen hitched along with me). We played Wii a little bit, and I kicked everyone's ass at bowling. This is completely out of character for me, but the Palermo step-children are very much into video games, and the last several holidays at Lorayne's have involved obligatory Wii participation. Plus, I actually understand bowling and it's easy to stand around and have a drink while doing it. It also doesn't require one's full concentration. I need to get busy and find Gianna a Halloween costume. We may actually take her trick-or-treating this year, or preferably, someone may invite us to a Halloween party. I'm hoping Megan will do so: even though she'll probably have a 1-week old infant at the time, her daughter Ainsley will still need to do something. I kind of want to get away from our house, because answering the door 300X to dole out candy does not sound very appealing. Under normal circumstances it might, but each time Gianna is going to attempt to flee, and when I restrain her, as I must, she will freak out. And it seems kind of boring to just dim the lights and hunker down. I might put a fake patient in at noon, which just might give me enough time to go to the mall. I can't go this weekend because we're going to Meeks Bay at Tahoe, and I'm worried everything good will be picked over. And the shit at Target just sucks.

I'm trying to decide when and how to fully ween (wean?) Gigi. Ok, I know how, but I have to muster the energy for it. The two times I've withheld, she got pretty pissed. And this morning, when she awoke at 6:15 am, which is pretty typical, I just didn't feel like getting right up. If I nurse her, I can lounge in the warm bed another 20-30 mins. The alternative would be to get right up at 6:15, and start entertaining her. And the first few days it won't be in the least entertaining, because she'll be screaming "Nurt! Nurt" which is how she says "nurse." When she realizes it's not happening, the fury will be unprecedented : ). Well, better get to work now.