
Spencer made his first trek up the stairs, unassisted, but supervised. He hasn’t figured out how to get down and I think we’ll keep the gates closed for a while yet.
Sometimes the internet makes me feel like a crappy mother. I get the urge to clear out my reader, dump my twitter account and finally cut ties with facebook. I feel like the things I do aren’t good enough. I breastfed, but had to supplement due to low supply. A lot of lactivist bloggers causally state that low supply is such a rarity that it makes me feel like they are telling me I faked it. I only plan on breastfeeding for about a year. I’m not going to aggressively wean, but I’m going to stop taking domperidone and I am not sure how my supply will do. I cloth diaper, but not from birth and not all the time. I stay home, which online is a good thing, but I was just at a gathering where the women seemed a little judgemental because I stopped working. They all work except for one and were acting like I just couldn’t handle being a working mom. I plan on sending my child to regular old public school, not home schooling, not waldorf or montessori – just school. I feel like all of my choices are being picked apart on any random day on twitter. Maybe I am jealous that I am not more hard core in my crunchy choices, but I love paper napkins. I just need to remember that I am raising a great little boy and making the choices that are right for me and my family.
Maybe I’m just feeling insecure and old because my birthday was yesterday or maybe I need an internet vacation because I really do love the friends I have made through twitter and the peeks I have into people’s lives through their blogs. Comparisons are hard, I know I shouldn’t make them, but I do. And I feel less fun and less cool than other moms. I feel old and geeky and it is kind of like high school and I HATED high school.