Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
1. He always leaves one bite of food on his plate. For the trash gnomes he says.
2. He hates mushrooms and peas
3. He likes to rub Maggie's belly on his head for good luck
4. He wants to be a cartoonist
5. He likes those really awful chocolate covered doughnuts from the grocery store
6. Outback is his favorite restaurant
7. He always sends me flowers for Administrative Professionals Day.. except this year. And I won't let him forget it.
8. He sleeps incredibly soundly.
9. He is
10. He and his brother William like to wrap each other's gifts so that they are very hard to open
11. He used to enjoy a good toga party, and I believe there are pictures to prove it
12. Whereas I like to make to-do lists he prefers to make tallymaster lists that make choosing a movie to watch take four hours
13. He procrastinates. Really badly.
14. He hates the color yellow
15. He nearly died in the hospital after surgery
16. He ran his hands under hot water so they would be warm immediately before walking to the altar. I probably didn't notice because I was too distracted by Gypsi.
17. He cannot tolerate even the tiniest little glimmer of light when he is sleeping
18. He hates things that smell strongly even if it is a nice scent.
19. He is frequently late.
20. He picked out our china pattern
21. His hair was super blonde when he was little
22. He loves dipping green onions in blue cheese dressing although I haven't seen him do this in awhile
23. He eats his cereal without milk
24. He has an instant breakfast almost every night
25. He has a monkey tattoo (not really)
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Top ten things to do on weekends
9. Breakfast at Cracker Barrel
7. Head to Asheville
5. Let the kids stay up past their bedtime
4. Eat too much
3. Dogsit Shauna
2. Home Depot, you can do it, we can help
1. Visits from Cici and Granddaddy!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I give the Peanut his bath before Andrew gets home. Dinner is in the oven ready to go. I feed the Peanut and put him down to sleep. Andrew, Weebles and I have a nice dinner around the table. I tidy up the kitchen as they are finishing up. Andrew gives Weebles her bath while I feed the Peanut again and get him re-settled. The Weebs and I spend some time keeping the eczema monsters away and getting her in her jammies. The three of us climb into bed and read some bedtime stories and then I nurse Julie to sleep. Time = 8pm
The scene last night (most nights resemble this in some form):
I give Peanut his bath while Weebs tries to throw heavy plastic objects at his head. Dinner is on the stove in danger of burning any second. I jump out of the tub and run dripping wet to the kitchen to stir everything then run back to appease my grumpy toddler and screaming infant. Peanut doesn't want to sleep so I end up nursing him throughout dinner while we all sit in front of the TV watching TiVoed Daily Shows. Weebs throws 93% of her dinner on the floor then screams for "SKEEEEM" pointing towards the kitchen. I figure I'd rather she eat something rather than nothing so I grab her some ice cream and then try to put the Peanut down again while I start the bath. Tonight was special in that the lawn really needed to get mowed and there isn't any other time before we leave town to get it done. So, Andrew took off outside to do that while I climbed in the tub with Weebs. Right about the time we got in, Peanut started wailing. I frantically try to get the soap out of her hair and then plop her out while I run to fetch the baby. By this time she wants to know where the hell Daddy is and starts up a signature toddler tantrum. She sees him going by the window on the mower every couple of minutes and gets freshly angst ridden. She's running around totally naked while I realize the poor Peanut had managed to leak out of his diaper and his whole sleeper is soaking wet. So, I change him while the toddler is at my feet wailing loudly. I put the baby on the bed and chase the Weebs around with lotion trying to get at least most of her covered having realized only today that pollen causes her eczema to flare up. Then I wrestle her (and you parents of toddlers know just how literally I mean this) into a diaper and her PJs. Off to nurse the once again screaming baby after throwing on the damn Backyardigans. Weebs' eyes instantly glaze over at she gazes lovingly at the screen. I get the baby settled down and put him to bed, soother going. I dose up the toddler with Benadryl (it's recommended for her eczema dammit... it had almost nothing to do with the way bedtime was going so far). Then it's teeth wrangling time and finally into the bed we go with a few books. After nursing her to sleep I try to sneak away because Peanut has started to meck in his crib and I'm terrified it is going to wake her up. She keeps inching closer to me every time I try to sneak away. Finally I get out of bed and turn the soother back on to keep the baby quiet for a few minutes longer. Then, I have to run upstairs and make up the crib because I washed all the bedding. Again, if you've never put a sheet on a crib mattress you are missing a particular brand of hell on earth. Finally, the Weebles is tucked in and the Peanut has dozed off. Time = 9:30pm And the kitchen is a total wreck in case you are keeping score. G'night!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
2. She prefers pacis with the mouse or duck logo over the bear logo, even though they are the same otherwise. She checks the logo every time.
3. She refuses to use her potty unless she is allowed to close the bathroom door, the girl demands privacy
4. On the weekends she generally calls both Andrew and I "daddymommy" or "mommydaddy"
5. She seems to actually enjoy the taste of bubble solution
6. She is allergic to eggs
7. She likes TV and I'm not too happy about it
8. She has learned how to operate my iPod touch and can turn on her Yo Gabba Gabba video by herself.
9. She hides things in the back of her chair
10. She is totally obsessed with socks. If she finds one of her brothers that has fallen she will take it to him yelling UHOH SOCK SOCK BRUDDER SOCK. She also likes to get socks out for herself and her brother. Sometimes several pair.
11. When she was a little baby she loved to watch hockey with her dad.
12. By the time she was three months old she had already been to five states.
13. She says please, thank you and I'm sowwy.
14. She has already gone through 10 large diaper boxes full of clothes. Having another girl one day just makes good financial sense...
15. She seems to take great pride in carrying lots of things at a time.
16. She likes to collect rocks in the backyard.
17. She is a little wary of plants.
18. One of her favorite things to do is look at pictures of family and point everyone out.
19. She likes to sneak into the laundry room and clean the litter boxes. I will put this to good use when she is a little older.
20. Her favorite book is What do Cows do?
21. She hates being covered up when she is sleeping
22. She doesn't like to eat vegetables most of the time, except at Cracker Barrel. She will eat anything you give her from Cracker Barrel. Even if it is take out. How does she know?
23. She has always liked hip hop. Strange, I know.
24. She enjoys trying to find things that fit into the DVD player on the side of the laptop. I'm not sure it even works anymore...
25. She managed to lock herself into a hotel room and the police had to come to cut the dead bolt off so we could get to her.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Do not assume that it is a simple task for a Home Depot employee to take down your name and address. It can take 45 minutes.
Do not assume that just because you always have tons of painting supplies cluttering the garage up that when you actually need something, say for example a roller, that it will be there.
Painting ceilings pretty much sucks.
Painting anything without a roller sucks twice as much.
Surfaces painted with a brush alone look like hell.
Do not, under any circumstances, paint anything bright yellow. No matter how many coats of white you put over it with your sad little 1 1/2" brush, it will still show through.
Monday, April 20, 2009
1. He likes to eat, a LOT
2. He always kicks the right sock off first (according to his dad)
3. He scootches like nobody's business
4. He thinks squeaky toys are the bomb
5. He has his granddad's toes
6. His belly button took forever and a day to heal
7. He will not take a bottle or paci although we think we might be making headway in paci negotiations
8. The boy is LOUD. He screamed LOUD for the first two months of his life and now he laughs LOUD and squeeeees LOUD
9. He is happiest first thing in the morning
10. It is in your best interest to feed him first during nighttime feedings before attempting to change his diaper. He will LOUDLY let you know that he disapproves otherwise.
11. He likes to suck on his upper lip. Random, no?
12. He refuses to sleep in his crib unless his fuzzy blue blanket is under him.
13. He gets very frightened when someone sneezes.
14. His favorite time of the day is getting his hair washed
15. He gets a really big smile on his face right before he spits up everywhere.
16. He refuses to go to sleep for the night until his sister does.
17. He is ticklish under his chin
18. He loves to be fussed at
19. He wakes up nearly every morning having managed to get his entire sleeper dirty (see #3)
20. He will conk out every time if his daddy bounces him on the bouncy ball
21. He sleeps best with lots of white noise. It has been raining for several months in my bedroom.
22. He doesn't nap more than 30 minutes at a time unless in the car
23. He stays awake for shopping trips until you get to the check out. Then he falls asleep every time.
24. He loves to watch his big sister
25. He likes to chew on his t-shirt
Stay tuned for random things about other family members...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
10. I drink caffeine, lots of it both while pregnant and breastfeeding.
9. My kid loves McNuggets
8. Which she insists on eating in her car seat on the way home. I don't know where she learned that.
7. She also enjoys chocolate milk and even dum dum duuummmm juice on occasion.
6. Both our children have always slept with blankets
5. My daughter has known how to turn on the TV by herself since she was able to sit up and reach the buttons.
4. My toddler does not attend any sort of organized class because she's not even two years old and I'm not particularly concerned yet about her preschool entrance interviews and the ramifications the right preschool can have on her Harvard entrance exams.
3. We eat dinner every night in front of the TV. My children think Jon Stewart is funny.
2. The Weebles was nourished in utero primarily by breakfast burritos while the Peanut was mostly built with chocolate chips.
1. I spend way too much time on the internet leaving my little ones to
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
On Wednesday I stayed home with the kids while Mary was working. It was the first time I have done so since the Peanut was born. The kids did great, but I did have some help. Not only did Mary come home for lunch, which gave me a break, but she also left me with a great idea for snack time.
After the Weeble woke up from her afternoon nap, I put the kids in jackets (and the Peanut in the stroller), and we headed out into the yard. I directed the Weeble around the house, as I pushed the Peanut along (thanks to our uneven yard, it was a very bumpy ride for the little guy). I found a not-so-sunny spot to park the Peanut, and then continued walking along with the Weeble.
This next bit required a little bit of acting on my part. After we walked a little ways, I let out an excited gasp and looked at the Weeble (which is enough to make her look at me and do this excited face that I, unfortunately, neither have a picture of nor can describe in words). Then I pointed to the grass. What is that???? She was immediately interested. The acting worked. She toddled a few feet forward and found a plastic egg. She promptly handed the egg to me, watched me open it and, to her surprise, reveal two or three Chocolate Bunny Grahams. Suddenly she was captivated...once she ate those bunnies, she was ready to see if she could find anymore eggs hidden in the grass. Way better than snackin' in front of the old TV.
-The Weeble was temporarily distracted during our hunt by the noise of some sort of large vehicle approaching from down the street. I assumed it was a dump truck until she started yelling "bus! bus! bus!" Seconds later, sure enough, a school bus went by. Either the Weeble has an innate ability to identify vehicles by engine noise, or I brought her out at the same time of day that Mary brings her out.
-I realized after we finished that putting Bunny Grahams in the eggs was a little weird. I mean, considering the Easter bunny "lays" Easter eggs...having little baby bunnies inside them might have been taking the symbolism too far. I dunno.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
4:30 am: Got Weebles back to sleep
5:15 am: Got up and fed, changed and tucked back in the Peanut.
6:30 am: Got up and fed and tucked back in the Peanut.
6:45 am: Snuggled Weebles who then decided to get up on her own and find her dad instead of going back to sleep
7:00 am - 11:30 am: Picked the Weebles' books up off the floor. Fed the Weebles breakfast. Restocked the diaper changing stations, cleaned up the living room, bathroom, bedroom and kitchen. Picked the Weebles' books up off the floor. Defrosted chicken for dinner. Trimmed 40 tiny toenails and fingernails. Vacuumed the downstairs. Took a shower and got dressed. Fed, changed and tucked in the Peanut. Emptied and reloaded the dishwasher. Washed and put away three loads of laundry. Picked the Weebles' books up off the floor. Got both kids dressed. Fed the Weebles' lunch. Changed Weebles' clothes due to spaghetti mishap. Brushed Weebles' teeth, read her stories and put her down for a nap. Fed, changed and tucked in the Peanut for his nap.
12:00 Went to work
4:00 Home from work, got everything for dinner ready to go in the oven, Picked the Weebles' books up off the floor, changed and fed the Peanut, Fed the Weebles' a snack.
Before my husband gets home in 2 hours I will also give the Peanut a bath and get him ready for bed, cook dinner and do two more loads of laundry. Just since starting this post I have stopped to rewind a mobile, clean YoBaby off the floor and toddler chair, change the Peanut, reverse look up a phone number for dad, call the number when there was no information online to see who it was, answer a telemarketing call, and chase down the Weebles who had stolen my watch.
Just wanted to see if I could figure out why I'm so tired at the end of the day.
My blog has turned purple in honor of Maddie.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Enjoying a snack post sprinkler-run
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
I looked around. Outside of the bathtub were the rest of the toys that didn’t make it in. I wondered, does she actually enjoy all of this mess? She giggled as she collected all of the dolphins from her Water Symphony Bath Toy, trying to hold as many in her hands at one time as possible. Clearly, the answer was yes. At that moment, I had an epiphany regarding the laws of nature as they relate to toys owned by toddlers. I thought back to a conversation I had with my wife over the phone earlier that day:
“What’s the Weeble doing?”
“She’s in the living room yelling ‘NO NO NO’ while she’s grabbing all the books off of the shelf and tossing them onto the floor.”
Then I thought back to another time, when I was cleaning up the living room while the Weeble was playing with her stacking blocks. One by one I picked up the various toys and put them in the basket, as she watched me out of the corner of her eye. As soon as I put the basket on the shelf, she toddled over with a smile, and dumped its contents onto the ground. After glancing, for a moment, at the disorderly pile of little people, finger puppets and forgotten happy meal toys freshly laying in a pile on the floor, she returned to other pursuits.
So my conclusion is that the Weeble doesn’t dump the toys out because she’s looking for something in particular. She’s not even necessarily looking for something to play with. At times, she’s actually making life harder on herself (it would have been a lot easier to find all of the dolphins in the bathtub without the unrelated foam bath letters, cups and squirt toys in the way). No, none of that matters to her. Something else is going on here, and I think I’ve figured it out.
Like Hydrogen, Oxygen, or any other gas, toys owned by toddlers are governed by the following characteristic: they will diffuse readily, in order to spread themselves apart within any container. Our attempts to organize and isolate the toys to a limited area are a violation of this natural law. The Weeble is simply setting things right.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
"Not a day goes by that I don’t realize how incredibly fortunate I am. I never imagined you, never dreamed of you, but I am so very glad that I have you. Thank you for finding your way to me."
I love you my precious little 3 month old.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Stays home now
that she’s a Mama
Weebles’ Froot Loops on the floor
With a smile signs mo’ mo’ mo’
And does the hair
Of the Weebles
If she dares
Feeds the Peanut, reads the news
Hopes the Penguins did not lose
Has no time for
All this drama
Little Peanut wants a snack
Hold on Mama will be back
Plays on the floor
Clean up Clean up!
It’s time for lunch
On what would Weebles
Like to munch?
Little Weebles wants her sweets
That is all she’d like to eat
Where in the hell
Down for naptime, read a book
Mama logs on to Facebook
Kids are up, diapers to change
Always different, colors strange
Still not dressed,
Check the mail and play outside
Get some rocks to bring inside
Hurry let’s eat!
Get bathtime done,
Mama is beat.
Reads a book
About mad Llamas
Turns out light, time for nummies
Drifts to sleep with full tummies
Rests up for a new day’s drama.