Okay, so the mobile upload was a success. Yay! Isn't that a handy little tool? Probably won't do anything to help the arthritic thumb I swear years of texting has given me though. I think I've brought this up before, but I often wonder if I could sue my cell phone company for the aforementioned text-induced thumb injury...? My thinking is if that one lady famously won millions against McDonald's for being an idiot and spilling coffee on herself, why couldn't I get some monetary compensation for my jacked up thumb? I won't ever do that of course, but mark my words, someday somebody will walk away a millionaire from a suit like that. Watch your back, Verizon!
Bug is still working on crawling. Right now he gets up on all four's, rocks back and forth, and then lunges for whatever it is he's trying to get. Like a puma or something. It's cute, although I know it's only a matter of time before he'll have it figured out and I'll be baby proofing everything. One downer about living in a tri-level is the amount of baby gates I'm going to need. Those things are ridiculously expensive! $50 for a damn gate? Maybe I should just get a leash and tether... joking of course. Don't report me.
Speaking of our house (kind of), we got our new bathtub and surround installed yesterday. The caulk wasn't dry enough for me to enjoy it last night so I am salivating at the prospect of lounging in that tub tonight. I swear it's so deep, I need floaties. Nut was soooo excited when they brought the new tub in - clapping, shouting, "Yay!!!" - until she got up from nap and saw the old tub was gone. She immediately threw herself to the ground and started wailing, "Noooo!!! My bath! My bath!" I guess she had more of an emotional attachement to the POS than I thought. Tonight's bath time should be interesting. She has this weird thing about foreign bathtubs, FREAKS OUT in fact, so I'm sure I'm in for it. I may have to get in with her tonight to ease her fears. Or maybe that's just an excuse for me to get in a warm bath twice...
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
The best cure for whine is wine
It has been another One of Those Days today. Nut fought sleep last night and was still up at midnight singing about choo-choo's. My hatred for Thomas the Tank Engine makes me blame him. I was hopeful she'd sleep in today, but no. She was up at 6:30 before my alarm had even gone off. And yeah, she's in about as good a mood as you would think. Bug is about as pleasant today also. He is trying his damnedest to crawl on all four's, but all he is succeeding in doing is pissing himself off. He gets up, rocks back and forth... and then goes backwards. And then cries about it. It has been one hissy fit after another all afternoon so aside from his brief nap, I've been listening to him and his tearless cry for about three hours. It got old after five minutes. To top it all off, I caught a plague from one of the three kids that had the sniffles and had to go to the doctor this morning. It's just a sinus infection, but wouldn't you know tonight is my much-anticipated night out? My MIL is keeping the kids overnight and I'm supposed to go out to see a band with a few friends. I'm going come hell or high water, but I guess I just won't be able to taste my beer. That may not be a bad thing though, I guess I could drink the nasty cheap crap and not know the difference. Natty Light? Why yes, I think I will. Can't taste it anyways. And with that, I better get going. Bug is trying to use Mo as a launching pad to push off of and instead just rammed his toe in the dog's arse. I need to disinfect his foot now....
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Picture Post
A glimpse into what I go through every afternoon when Nut is in one of her anti-nap moods:
EVERY afternoon. It makes me tired just to look at it. How it doesn't exhaust her is beyond me.
EVERY afternoon. It makes me tired just to look at it. How it doesn't exhaust her is beyond me.
(Wo)man's Best Friend
You would look at my life and think I'm pretty busy. I have a 2 year old, a 7 month old, and babysit an 11 month old and almost-3 year old. I am on my feet most of the day - exception being the blissful two hours when the kids nap - and generally run around like a chicken with my head cut off. You'd think I wouldn't need to add any more excitement around my house. You'd think. Yet.... we got a puppy. I know, I know, I've heard it. What the hell was I thinking? And to tell you the truth, I don't know. If I was going to get anything it should have been a maid. Or a nanny. Or both. But yet, we got a dog. I should probably have my head examined. Honestly though, we lucked out. He's a GREAT dog. Potty trained, which is more than I can say for my daughter. Half border collie, half beagle so he won't be too big, but not small enough to fit in a purse and be annoying. We adopted him from the Animal Protective League so I consider it my good deed for the week. He is 3 months old and was being fostered at a home with a 4 year old child so at least he's used to kids. So blogging world, meet Mo:
Thursday, March 18, 2010
March'in Right Along
How is March almost over?? I turned 27 and it's like somebody hit the fast forward button. I'm going to wake up one morning and be 30, I swear. I was looking at a picture taken the other night during my brief venture out for drinks and dah-yum! I look old. Or maybe the friend in the picture just looked young. Either way, yikes.
Tonight I have to go to work. To be quite honest, I have no desire to go hang shirts up for three hours, but it's the only time I get away so I guess beggars can't be choosers in this situation. What I'd really like to do is sneak away someplace quiet with a cup of coffee and my laptop and WRITE. And write and write and write. I have so much going on in my head right now that I want to get out on paper (or Microsoft Word rather) before I forget it, but every time I open up something I've been working on, mama duty calls. The next great American novel could be completely wasted by too many diaper changes...... Well, not really. I don't expect chick-fic, as much as I absolutely adore it, to be considered a great American novel any time soon. It sounded much more dramatic when I phrased it that way though.
In case it's not obvious, this is a completely random entry today, but whatev. I'm in one of those moods. I've decided to start labeling my posts. Only problem is, I don't really know what to label them. Oh and I don't quite know what that will do, other than make my blog pop up on a search if someone types in say... baby poop or something. It feels weird to put my blog "out there", so to speak, but I feel having one of these is nothing if not self-indulgent, so why not admit that I hope I get followers? There. I said it. Tell your friends. I want followers!
Bug keeps dive bombing off the couch. It's becoming mildly concerning. I say mildly because I don't leave him up there unattended and have thus far, successfully caught him almost every time. Almost. There was twice I missed. Oops, bad mom. He is starting to low crawl, which is pretty exciting to the both of us. I know once he really gets the hang of it, he is going to be all over the place. When he's trying to low crawl, he gets those little legs going so fast, it looks like he's carpet swimming. I'm sure Nut will be pissed once he starts getting more mobile. They're already starting to fight over toys, God help me. There always seems to be a war over Thomas trains. Stupid effing Thomas. One more reason for me not to like that blue bastard and his equally annoying friends. Nut gets so OUTRAGED that the baby dare take one of her precious, overpriced, die cast metal engines, she emits the loudest, shrillest shriek I have ever had the displeasure of subjecting my ear drums too. I swear to God, she sounds like a pissed off chimpanzee. You know the sound..... Now imagine hearing it twenty times a day..... Now you know why I like my wine.
Well the time has come - i.e. nap time for the kiddos - for me to wash my hair so I'm ready for work tonight. If you lasted through all that blabbering, wow. Pat yourself on the back. A for the day.
Tonight I have to go to work. To be quite honest, I have no desire to go hang shirts up for three hours, but it's the only time I get away so I guess beggars can't be choosers in this situation. What I'd really like to do is sneak away someplace quiet with a cup of coffee and my laptop and WRITE. And write and write and write. I have so much going on in my head right now that I want to get out on paper (or Microsoft Word rather) before I forget it, but every time I open up something I've been working on, mama duty calls. The next great American novel could be completely wasted by too many diaper changes...... Well, not really. I don't expect chick-fic, as much as I absolutely adore it, to be considered a great American novel any time soon. It sounded much more dramatic when I phrased it that way though.
In case it's not obvious, this is a completely random entry today, but whatev. I'm in one of those moods. I've decided to start labeling my posts. Only problem is, I don't really know what to label them. Oh and I don't quite know what that will do, other than make my blog pop up on a search if someone types in say... baby poop or something. It feels weird to put my blog "out there", so to speak, but I feel having one of these is nothing if not self-indulgent, so why not admit that I hope I get followers? There. I said it. Tell your friends. I want followers!
Bug keeps dive bombing off the couch. It's becoming mildly concerning. I say mildly because I don't leave him up there unattended and have thus far, successfully caught him almost every time. Almost. There was twice I missed. Oops, bad mom. He is starting to low crawl, which is pretty exciting to the both of us. I know once he really gets the hang of it, he is going to be all over the place. When he's trying to low crawl, he gets those little legs going so fast, it looks like he's carpet swimming. I'm sure Nut will be pissed once he starts getting more mobile. They're already starting to fight over toys, God help me. There always seems to be a war over Thomas trains. Stupid effing Thomas. One more reason for me not to like that blue bastard and his equally annoying friends. Nut gets so OUTRAGED that the baby dare take one of her precious, overpriced, die cast metal engines, she emits the loudest, shrillest shriek I have ever had the displeasure of subjecting my ear drums too. I swear to God, she sounds like a pissed off chimpanzee. You know the sound..... Now imagine hearing it twenty times a day..... Now you know why I like my wine.
Well the time has come - i.e. nap time for the kiddos - for me to wash my hair so I'm ready for work tonight. If you lasted through all that blabbering, wow. Pat yourself on the back. A for the day.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Naptime Meltdown
Please excuse me while I scream. I need to vent and this is my only outlet.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ahem, I feel a bit better. My kids are trying me today. And when I say trying, I mean their goal is to drive me fucking insane. And it's working. Bug won't nap, but is so tired he's done nothing but fuss and whine for the last hour and a half. I finally gave up and put him down on the couch with his pillow and blankie and instead of giving in to his drooping eyes, he keeps fighting it and trying to divebomb off the couch head first. Nut isn't doing any better with nap time, I swear to God, I'm about to rip my hair out from her. So far in the last 2.5 hours (yeah, that's how long we've been going around and around today), she has taken every toy out of her toybox, dumped her hamper, threw her entire laundry basket of clean clothes around the room, pulled shit out of her dresser, took all the plastic bins out of her cubby (after dumping them of course), and - my personal fave here - gotten ahold of a marker and colored all over her fecking wall, bedroom carpet, outfit, and baby gate. I asked her where she got a marker from (I hide them and they are only used under supervision) and she leads me to her sock drawer where she's stashed all kind of crap: Chuck E. Cheese tokens, a necklace of mine, Scotch Tape, three markers, and a screwdriver. WTF? She has bags under her eyes, is grumpy as can be, but is still upstairs raking havoc. I need to pick up and sanitize the toys, get my kitchen cleaned up, and quite frankly, put on a damn bra. Bug puked down my shirt earlier so I ran down to the laundry room to change only for the doorbell to ring ten seconds earlier. I didn't have any clean ones in the dryer so I answered my door (to keep from the bell ringing again and waking the kiddos I babysit)and talked to an AT&T salesman for ten minutes in a smelly shirt while my girls hung free. And it was kind of cold. *sigh* It has been One of Those Days. Capital letters intended. Thank God it also coincidentally Wine Night, which is a great remedy for One of Those Days.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ahem, I feel a bit better. My kids are trying me today. And when I say trying, I mean their goal is to drive me fucking insane. And it's working. Bug won't nap, but is so tired he's done nothing but fuss and whine for the last hour and a half. I finally gave up and put him down on the couch with his pillow and blankie and instead of giving in to his drooping eyes, he keeps fighting it and trying to divebomb off the couch head first. Nut isn't doing any better with nap time, I swear to God, I'm about to rip my hair out from her. So far in the last 2.5 hours (yeah, that's how long we've been going around and around today), she has taken every toy out of her toybox, dumped her hamper, threw her entire laundry basket of clean clothes around the room, pulled shit out of her dresser, took all the plastic bins out of her cubby (after dumping them of course), and - my personal fave here - gotten ahold of a marker and colored all over her fecking wall, bedroom carpet, outfit, and baby gate. I asked her where she got a marker from (I hide them and they are only used under supervision) and she leads me to her sock drawer where she's stashed all kind of crap: Chuck E. Cheese tokens, a necklace of mine, Scotch Tape, three markers, and a screwdriver. WTF? She has bags under her eyes, is grumpy as can be, but is still upstairs raking havoc. I need to pick up and sanitize the toys, get my kitchen cleaned up, and quite frankly, put on a damn bra. Bug puked down my shirt earlier so I ran down to the laundry room to change only for the doorbell to ring ten seconds earlier. I didn't have any clean ones in the dryer so I answered my door (to keep from the bell ringing again and waking the kiddos I babysit)and talked to an AT&T salesman for ten minutes in a smelly shirt while my girls hung free. And it was kind of cold. *sigh* It has been One of Those Days. Capital letters intended. Thank God it also coincidentally Wine Night, which is a great remedy for One of Those Days.
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