This weekend I will catch up on some adult conversation, I hope. I'm taking a weekend "retreat" with a group of scrapbookers to catch up on old projects. I have several years' worth of photo albums to assemble, and if sequestering myself in the mountains for 48 hours is the only way to make progress on them, so be it.

The downside is that I'll be away from the baby for two nights. Whimper! I'm curious to see how we'll all cope.

And that's not all! The Radisson Purple Scare is opening its doors wide for the next few weeks. My brother is staying with us for a week starting Sunday. My mom returns Tuesday with my aunt, and they'll stay at least a week. That's five adults and one infant under one roof. My in-laws arrive on July 8 and overlap with my mom for a few days as well. If I live to see my birthday (mid-July) without going to jail, I'll be quite impressed.

On The Other Hand, Maybe Going Back to Work Wouldn't Be Such a Bad Thing: One of my husband's friends came over to watch a football -- sorry, soccer -- game last week. After the match, he came by the nursery to say his farewells. "Oh," I said, "are you going bye-bye?"

Okay, I had the baby in my arms at the time, so it was easy to cover up. "Say bye-bye, baby!" I said brightly, waving her arm at Uncle Jim. "Bye-bye!" No, I didn't just say "going bye-bye" to another ostensible adult, nope, not me.

She Woke Up Screaming: A friend of mine, whose son is a month older than Gigi, told me about being woken up in the middle of the night by his wife. She'd been dreaming, you see, about her performance in the Finals round of a game show. Her last question was, for one million dollars and the title "Mother of the Year": How many scoops of powder do you add to four ounces of water to make a batch of formula? "Oooh! I got it!" she shouted. "TWO!"
"WRONG!" the announcer boomed. "The correct answer is I DON'T KNOW, I WOULD NEVER FEED MY CHILD THAT POISON. You lose!"

I don't know about you, but I'd need at least five shots of tequila to get back to sleep after that one.

GREAT NEWS! The company has decided to allow me to stay out on maternity leave until January. That means I get to spend all the first year of my little girl's life at home with her, and then some. Of course, there's the risk that the longer I stay out, the less likely it is that I'll ever go back. Hmmm...I'll take that bet.

Happy Solstice from all of us at Purple Scare.

Long time, no blog. Sorry about that. The good news is that I'm not dead or hospitalized or anything like that. Really, I'm much better. I think it was the threat of Cipro that scared my anatomy into getting well. No, seriously, when I was on Day Six of a seven-day antibiotic course, I started having a new flareup. I called my doctor to get either more of the same drug or a new one, and he gave me a new one: Cipro.
Seriously, the last time I heard of anyone taking Cipro, there was anthrax in the mail. Sounds drastic to me. Then I read the packaging inserts and warnings with the stuff from the pharmacy, and what does it say? "Do not breastfeed while taking this product." HUH?!?!?!
Okay, I asked my OB for help with a breast infection while I'm nursing, and he gives me a drug I'm not supposed to take...I'm in the market for a new doctor.