Swim class done; baby girl bathed, fed and put to bed; groceries shopped for; house cleaned (with extra husband points for the spouse). Now, insurance forms need to be filled out.

What I would rather be doing: blogging about the things that have happened over the last two weeks: pedicures and dinner out with Ceri; boating; tv-show watching on the iPhone (I was skeptical about the small screen but I’m hooked).

Since Veronica has officially outgrown all her 6-month pajamas, we went shopping tonight for some new ones. And once again I was reminded of the awesomeness of the Ted. Proof positive that he is an amazing dad: he likes shopping for clothes for his daughter.

We hit Shopko and he scoped out the hoodies with Veronica (though, yes, technically, we were shopping for pj’s). We didn’t find pajamas, but somehow ended up with a couple of dinosaur onesies with matching shorts; then we went to the only other store still in the wreck of a mall: Sears. And there dithered for several minutes over which pajamas to get. The end result: dinosaurs, duckies and monkeys. (There was quite a discussion over the frog ones, but we ended up with the monkeys.)

The whole fashion side of this expedition is somewhat superfluous since we’re the only one to see her in her pajamas. But the spouse has a solution: pictures. Always the pictures. But I’m OK with lots of pictures of V.

Now we just have to find her a life jacket before we head to the river for boating this weekend. Any suggestions? We’ve tried kmart, Shopko and Big5. No one has the size 1 infant jacket in stock.

Tomorrow: V goes to her first swimming class at the Y. Ted has an underwater camera to capture all the action.

Veronica is crawling. Our little nerd was so anxious to reach the iPhone and laptop today that she crawled for it.

I learned two things tonight.

#1 Veronica does not like avocado. (But we’ll test this again in a few weeks.)

#2 In our house, we don’t have an “airplane” that delivers food to the baby: we have an x-wing. The spouse was quite disappointed that I didn’t get the reference. How many of you get it?

It’s Veronica’s half birthday today. And she’s going to get some yummy butternut squash to celebrate.

I was thinking of my own upcoming birthday in less than two months. I’m officially going to be old, a real adult. And I wondered, when I’m 30, am I still allowed to eat leftover strawberry shortcake (with ice cream!) for breakfast?

There was an?article in the UB this last week about a near scandal at the MF pool: a mother breastfeeding. The horror. The proof is in the trolls, I say. The first and second commenters immediately made it very clear that they do not want to see breasts when they go to the pool, so mothers should not be allowed to breastfeed their children?except in the bathroom. The third commenter pointed out that the offending mother was wearing a cover; a later commenter pointed out that the bikini-wearing women at the pool show off more breast than a breastfeeding mother.

I wear a cover when I’m breastfeeding in public (though V likes to try to uncover us at random moments), but the trolls on the internet really make me want to go without a cover just to annoy them. I could be one of those “militant La Leche league” types who dare to feed their child the real meal. Except I’m not really militant (well, maybe when it comes to grammar and punctuation). But when I read articles like this I really wish I were.

Grocery store purchases Thursday night:

one avacado

one butternut squash (which we’re going to try out tonight)

half dozen carrots

three cartons of vanilla ice cream (Veronica doesn’t get to eat these; but the 20+ people coming to my house today are going to demolish them)