Archive for May, 2009
Stuff that doesn’t constitute a real title.
So.
I write one post with my new “banana smoothie” theme… and then I disappear for a good long time.
Then I change my theme again.
What can I say. I am unpredictable and fickle, at best.
Anyways, sorry for the long absence. I hadn’t really felt like blogging. Not that my life has gotten any less boring. I assure you, life with three kids makes it impossible for me to be bored.
Or sane. Just saying.
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Now that the weather has finally started to improve, I’ve started walking the kids to the park. Sometimes Oliver insists on walking past the park all the way to the McDonald’s down the road And when I say insist, I mean that he plants himself on the corner, points in the direction of the main road and says
“I. WANT. McDONALD’S”.
I am telling you, I am this close to raising a child who will have fat and food issues and be a guest on the Maury Povich show about parents who have to padlock their refridgerators. What the H! The other day, I just left him on the corner and he chased me while crying hysterically and still insisting that we go to McDonald’s. He was so exhausted from all the crying and running that when he finally caught up to me, I had to carry him home while pushing Wesley in the stroller. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Oh. and Wesley started to fully crawl. Whoo……EH. He went from slowly dragging his body across the floor to warp speed crawling on his hands and knees. The other day, I left him to crawl around my room and expore while I took a quick shower. As I was stepping out of the shower, I realized that while I could hear Wes,
I couldn’t see him.
My closet door was open so I figured he had crawled himself into a corner. Icould hear him making his whining and pleading cry he does so well when he wants me to pick him up. I peeked into my closet and found a bleating pile of pink robe. Apparently he had pulled the robe off the dresser in my closet and had wrapped himself around in it.
WHOOPS!
I guess I better shut the closet doors, huh? Or I guess I could just hang up my robe. Or not leave him unattended while taking a shower. Whatever. Stop judging!
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John is on vacation for the next seven days. WHOOT! I’m excited for us to spend some quality family time together. We’re planning a mini road trip down to Portland for a couple of days and we’re all going to be spending the night in a hotel for the first time as a family of five. Oliver has never slept in a bed other than his own. Wish us luck.
A change would do me good.
I decided to change the design of this blog. The black felt a little too wintery, no? The “Banana smoothie” theme seems most approriate, since a smoothie is the only thing that keeps my son’s appetite at bay for more than an hour. ONE HOUR. Seriously, I’m about to get a paying job just for groceries. My current gig is pro bono and I get no props for wipin’ butts and cleaning the dried poop stuck in Oliver’s toy train.
Yes. I said it.
Dried poop.
Stuck. in. a. toy.
Just… don’t ask.
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I like that the weather is finally starting to warm up every now and then but strangely enough, we’re still spending all most of our time indoors. The last couple times we’ve gone to the park, Wesley broke out in little hives. Also, I think I’m just lazy. It feels like a lot of work getting the kids dressed for the outdoors, strollers ready, suncreen on everyone, blah blah blah. I’m sure I’ll become more motivated as we get more than 2 consecutive days of warm weather.
Or not.
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Wesley has about four teeth now. I miss the gummy little baby grin he used to rip when I’d go get him in his crib after a particularly satisfying nap. He’s growing so quickly! He’s still nursing but eating a lot of solids. His new favorites are tiny bits of pasta and those gerber yogurt melts. When something flavorful hits his tongue, he smiles and giggles like he’s being tickled. It’s ridiculously cute.
However.
Those cute little teeth sprouting out of his gums? The ones that gleam so brightly when he splits into a huge grin? Are sharp as needles! I was nursing him a couple weeks ago and he suddenly decided to take a bite out of me.
The kid bit me.
BIT ME.
Bit me so hard that I started to bleed.
I mean, I started to bleed. I was bleeding! BLEEDING MY OWN BLOOD.
I was so shocked from the pain that I practically threw him off my lap. Of course, he started to cry from being startled but I didn’t even care. I think my concern for my son was masked by the hot searing pain caused by his barracuda teeth. For the next week, he kept chomping into me every time I tried to feed him so I contemplated just weaning him. Luckily he did finally stop. I would give him a stern lecture before each nursing session. I’d give him the “Don’t bite me or else!” speech and I think it kind of worked. I mean, he did cry a few times and I’m pretty sure I hurt his delicate little feelings but you know what? That was a sacrifice I was willing to make.
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Hmmm, do I have any new pics?
Oh wait. I do!
Seriously, how cute is this? These are the Blues Clues ears we got from Curtis’ 4th birthday party.
Woof!
Can you see those teeth? Those sweet teeth.
Those sweet, sweet teeth belong to a barracuda. A BARRACUDA, I SAY.
I propped him to standing in his crib and um. I don’t think he liked it much? He was stuck in this position for a while and couldn’t figure out how to get back down. So… I left him there, grabbed the camera and took a picture. HELLO! What else would I do.
