No, not about ducky sex. Human sex this time.
Summer’s post on sex got me into a real rant. I, too, haven’t been much interested in sex since J was born, over two years ago. I’m tandem nursing and I’m really, really busy. The drive just isn’t there, at least not in the conventional sense. I mean, sometimes I wouldn’t mind curling up to a vibrator, but that’s different. The vibrator requires no kisses, no payback, and almost no physical effort.
But here’s the rant -I’m …

I had a lovely altercation with one of my neighbors yesterday that culminated in two non-veiled threats to my ducks’ lives. Lovely.

Why aren’t people gushing over my ducks? I’m know I’m a little obsessed right now, but I’m frankly disappointed that people aren’t showing much interest. Yes, people do come over to see my ducks, but their comments are pretty limited. Don’t they know that the ducks are my new children?
Here’s a sample of some of the pitiful comments that I get from people:
“Nice birds.”
“You have ducks?”
“What do they eat?”
“I believe a dingo ate your baby”
For those that need a lesson on ducky etiquette, here are some better …

I enjoy sleeping with my kids. Sometimes I see their faces in the moonlight, sleeping peacefully and feel very fortunate and lucky that they are my little ones. Not that I wouldn’t mind some extra room, but my ideal solution would be a king-size bed. Our kids can leave the bed when they’re ready, and we see that happening with M. We’ve talked about it but didn’t push it much since pushing doesn’t work with him. He likes the idea of his own room, especially …

We got him pull-ups for night-time – pink trimmed, Dora the Explorer pull-ups. This may well turn him gay – I’ve heard quite reliable reports from all across America that anything remotely feminine will turn a growing boy gay. Considering M’s already had a pink sleeping sac, flowery onesies, a dollhouse, a doll (given to J but appropriated by M), a Hello Kitty dress-up doll, a Hello Kitty blanket, a Hello Kitty backpack, and a Hello Kitty toothbrush, this may well be the point of no return. …