Elsewhere...

Before I get to my other stuff: on my post Don't Get Too Excited, reader Kate Vinée left a comment with the following quote from John Green, and as it's the best thing ever, I wanted to share it with you:

"Nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff.... Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like, jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can't-control-yourself love it. When people call people nerds, mostly what they're saying is, 'You like stuff.' Which is just not a good insult at all, like, 'You are just too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness.'"

Hooray for nerds! And thank you, Kate, for sharing that quote!

And now: hey, look at me, writing things. As of this coming week and for every week after that I'll be posting every weekday at Redbook, so be sure to, you know, go there. But also come here, because if you don't I just don't know what I'll do. This week marks an awfully big milestone for Finslippy. What is that milestone? You'll have to come back to find out.

1. More about giving my kid the flu. You'd think I was the first person to ever get another person ill.

"He kept running into our room to see if we were ready to come out and play with him. "I will play anything as long as I don't have to touch your stuff," I croaked. 'No touching.'"

2. About spanking. I kind of can't believe we're still debating the pros and cons of hitting another human being, but there it is.

"So what is spanking teaching your children? We're supposed to model for them how to behave maturely and responsibly, even when we're upset or angry — especially then. Perhaps I'm missing the point, but I doubt your child will be happy or productive in life if he's bending people over his knee every time he has an argument with them. (Depending on his profession, of course.)"

3. You down with OPK? In which I admit to not being across-the-board enamored of other people's kids. I'm surprised I haven't received any hate mail on this one, but I'm not giving up yet! (Note the search-engine-optimized title on the header: "Mom Blogger Who Hates Other People's Kids." I never said "hate"! No hate, Redbook! None!)

"I used to find babies adorable across the board, and now when I see them all I can think is, thank God I don't have one of those. Because instead of its cute pudgy cheeks or shock of hair poking out from its cap, all I can see is all-night crying and ceaseless diaper-changing."

And as if that wasn't enough, I also did a Momversation video (remember those?), below. All I can see when I look at myself in this is how sick I was. This was taped last Thursday, when my fever had just started to climb up, and I look like I'm tearing up with emotion--which would have been appropriate, given the subject--but in fact I'm just glassy-eyed. This one's about death! Death and pets! Two things that should not go well together, but apparently do, all the time.