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March 31, 2009

YOU ROCK!

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March 27, 2009

This and that

I'm trying to get back into the swing of this writing thing, and tonight seems like a good night, since Rex and the girls are at TKD, and Owen's in bed. I'm mostly caught up on the DVR, and there's nothing good on tonight, so I might as well be in here typing, right? (Actually, I should be working on a friend's page, but that entails getting up and going to another room, which leads to eating another cookie, and then I might sit on the couch, and we all know where *that* leads. Some stupid show about something I don't care about until it's time to drag my ass off to bed.)

I'm going to start off easy, with some nice bullets.

• Rex took my van in on Wednesday to get a new tire. Apparently I had one that was treadless, and the rest are fine, mostly due to the number of flats I've gotten in the last three years. When he brought it back, he said the left rear turn signal was out. He thinks it's a coincidence, I think it's more likely someone knocked something loose, we barked at each other a bit, and then we both went on about our days. I completely forgot about figuring out how to fix it until I was heading out to pick up Katie on Thursday. Halfway to preschool, it started to work again. I have no idea what's going on, but that was the cheapest and easiest repair I've ever made.
• I'm also having an on-again-off-again problem with my lovely, adored washing machine. Every now and then, just often enough to wonder if I'm imagining it, the tub fills with water between loads. I'm guessing it's a leak where the water line hooks up to the washer, but if so, its a totally random leak. I hate paying repair men to tell me a) nothing's wrong or b) it's a 2 minute fix, so I'll probably just wait until it floods, and then deal with a much bigger, more expensive problem.
• I desperately needs to scrub my kitchen floor. Only, every time I get ready to do it, I think about how pointless it is. I mean, I basically have to get it scrubbed between meals, but as soon as we sit down, three kids are going to drop crap on it. Why even bother? I mean, aside from the fact that Owen and the cat compete to see who can eat the leftovers off the floor first. (Owen has even started leaning over and sucking the Cheerios off the floor like the cat, you know, save that extra step of picking it up and moving his hand to his mouth.)
• Owen has developed opinions and attitude lately. Which he expresses at DEFCON 2. His most frustrating opinions occur during mealtimes, when he waves off the first 18 things I'm trying to get him to try like an ump gesticulating "safe" to a crowd of nearsighted geriatrics. Then he indicates his desires by pointing and grunting at some common carb across the kitchen. Today we had yet another battle of wills over pureed squash (which I *know* he likes), and, well, anything else. I was finally winning the battle at dinnertime, when he spied the beer battered fish sticks the rest of us were having. Nevermind that I have never succeeded in getting that boy to eat any form of meat, he wanted fish, and he wanted it NOW. Not exactly what I wanted to serve for his first exposure to seafood. I spent my entire dinner frantically trying to scrape off greasy breading and blow burning hot fish cool enough for him to eat, while he shrieked like his fingers were being torn off one by one.
• There's also the saga of the cat pee, but I'll leave that for another day...

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Seriously, someone thought this was a good name?

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March 26, 2009

RIP Lefty

It's funny, the relationship each of my kids have had with my boobs. Jamie was always willing to nurse, held on until you made her pop off, and loved both boobs equally. Katie nursed constantly, fell asleep almost every time, and would shriek and refuse to nurse on the left side by two and a half months. At some point, I just gave up and fed her only on the right. Owen loves the boobs, but nurses fast, and pops off when he's done. He almost never falls asleep nursing, and while he's shown a preference for the right side for a long time, he was always willing to oblige and give lefty some love.

Now that he's a year, and I can start giving him milk, I decided to stop trying to be so even with the boobs. I figured if he was going to fight nursing on the left, I'd just stop worrying about it. He got on board with that real quick, and now he won't even help a Mama out when Ol' Lefty starts to hurt. Ungrateful little creature!

There are only two things that bother me about the new status quo: I'll be going from sorta lopsided to ridiculously lopsided, and I'm afraid this might be the beginning of the end of nursing. I'm not quite ready to give up that time with my last baby, and more importantly, I don't want to give up all the extra food he allows me to eat.

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Classy

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March 22, 2009

Cake demolition

My baby isn't a baby anymore. I'm so sad that this whole baby era is over for him, for me, and for us, but I'm also excited to see the little boy he's becoming. I'm trying so hard to hold on to every giggle, every discovery, the squishy baby looks and chubby baby cheeks. I've been through this twice before, I know how fast it goes, and I know how quickly the memories fade.

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March 19, 2009

I have three children, nearly one, almost four, and freshly six.

You would think at least one of them would be in a phase where they could follow some simple fucking directions.

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March 18, 2009

Love and kisses

We were riding in the car today, and apropos of nothing, Jamie states that she's never going to fall in love. She also announced that boys were going to want to kiss her, but she was just going to run away.

Rex will be thrilled.

Katie, on the other hand, can't wait to fall in love.

With her brother.

I'm going to start a therapy fund. At least one of us is going to need it.

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Gearing up for summer

Sponge balls!

I made these the other day, even though it probably won't be warm enough to soak the kids for a few weeks. Not to mention that we can't get Jamie wet. Damn the cast!

I think I saw these in a magazine first, but you can see how to make them here.

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March 17, 2009

Half a dozen

Who the hell gave my kid permission to be 6? I swear there are a couple years in there that I must have been sleeping or something, because I just can't believe I've been aware of 6 years worth of days going by since I shoved this girl into the world.

Happy Birthday, Bunny. I'm sure you'll be 10 before either of us knows it!

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Oink.

Ugh, I have got to stop eating. A few weeks ago, I was mysteriously losing little bits of weight in spite of the fact that I wasn't being all that careful about what went into my mouth. That didn't last long, and in the last week of so, that number on the scale has starting slowing climbing. Yesterday, I was doing really well, until a can of squeeze cheese ejaculated into my mouth. I swore I was going to be as good as I could today, considering we're having Pizza Hut for dinner, plus birthday cake. We went out for lunch, and I ordered myself a chef salad like a good girl, figuring it would be the perfect combination of bunny food and stuff that would actually fill me up. Turned out to be a giant pile of ham and what I think was brisket on top of a handful of lettuce and a decent amount of tomato, most of which I let the kids have. Then the lovely motherly lady behind the counter brought out two pieces of cake, one for Jamie and one for Katie and I to split. She was really sweet to us the whole time we were there, she even brought green beans for Owen to try (HA!) and a piece of toast for him to munch. We may have eaten more free food than what we paid for.

All of that to say I feel like a pig, and I haven't even gorged on pizza and the *real* cake. If I don't stop eating I may have to take up *gasp* exercise. The horror!

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March 15, 2009

Black and white

A perfect example of the difference between my two girls.

They go outside to say goodbye to Daddy, and when they came back into the house, I'm nowhere to be seen. I hear them wandering around downstairs looking for me, and then Katie says she bets I'm upstairs putting Owen to bed. She quietly creeps up the stairs and peeks into Owen's room, where I am in fact nursing him for a nap.

Downstairs, I hear Jamie moan about where Mama could be, and start to cry.

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March 11, 2009

It's time to walk around with an Amoxicillin inhaler

It's with great relief that I announce that Monday was uneventful.

However.

I went back to the doctor yesterday with yet another upper respiratory infection. I've been sick so often in the last month that I'm starting to wonder what's wrong with me. It's not like the kids have been giving me the sick, unless they've just been evil little Typhoid Mary's. And poor Owen was just drying up his snot factory when I started getting sick and couldn't drink enough again. I mean, the kid isn't starving, but I'm sure he'd like a little more juice in his boob juice.

The drugs have finally kicked in, and I'm ready to be healthy for a while. I'm ready for all of us to be healthy for a while.

And while I'm asking for miracles, I'd like to get a good night's sleep, too.

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March 2, 2009

Broken

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Enough with the Mondays already

Two weeks ago on Monday, I was puking my guts up.

One week ago on Monday, Jamie was puking her guts up, and I had to put my cat down.

Today, Jamie fell off the monkey bars at school and broke her arm. And just to rub in the Bad Mommy title, I didn't realize it was the school calling me, so I didn't bother to answer the phone. (I was driving and trying to be responsible, because I didn't want to get sucked into a long conversation with who I *thought* it was while I was on the road.)

She's going to be fine, although I got a little worried when her regular doctor was concerned about the location of the break and sent us to Children's Medical Center to get a more knowledgeable opinion. In the end, they splinted her arm, and sent us home. She goes to an orthopaedist in 3-5 days for follow up, and I assume a real cast.

Jamie was such a trooper today. I haven't seen a single tear, and most of her complaints of pain have been when someone was moving her arm for x-rays. I'm really proud of the way she's handled herself.

Still. I'm pretty sure I'm skipping Monday next week.

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