Long time no blog. This would be due to a camera battery issue that I won't go into because it ends up with me finding out I'm really stupid. Anyway, issue resolved, and all that comes to mind to blog about are a bunch of totally random thoughts, such as ....
... look at my sweetie in the dryer. He loves getting in there, and we often have the conversation about how it's really best if I don't close him in and turn it on. A bummer for him in his mind since he's dying to see it go 'round and 'round, but I think he believes me when I tell him it would probably bump his head pretty hard.
... I'm in a junky TV phase and I'm really annoyed that my On Demand cable thingy isn't working since I was planning to watch the next installment of "Toddlers & Tiaras." I don't know why I want to watch it since simply watching the ads breaks me out in hives. Oh wait, yes I do! There's really nothing that will makes you feel like the most super fantastic mom in the universe more than watching an insane woman spray tanning her 10-year-old and forcing her to whiten her sweet little 4th grade teeth saying, "I'm sorry, but this has to be done."
Oh, and if you're feeling insecure about how many vegetables your little one eats, I can also suggest viewing "Half-Ton Teen" where you will watch a mother cart in bags of Big Macs and 2-liter sodas to her 800 pound son who spends his life in a giant chair and can't bathe himself due to his size.
... I know what you're thinking. "Oh my goodness, are those hand-knit wool soakers for your Nibblet?!" Why, yes they are! And haven't I cleverly distracted you from the poor workmanship by having The Precious show them off for me? No matter, I'm so excited that I knit something other than a scarf that I don't care that the waist-band on the first one would give a Barbie doll internal injuries. My mom finds this whole project absolutely hilarious - she can't get over how I'm "knitting plastic pants." Clearly she hasn't been reading up how breathable, antibacterial, beautiful and, well, downright magical wool is. I expect Nibblet will have the healthiest little bum in the state, and will probably be reading by 6 months.
... Andrew is showing increasing signs of mild to moderate OCD, which is cracking me up. He was all in a dither the other morning at breakfast, pointing frantically across the kitchen saying, "Close! Close! Close!" I finally figured out one of the cabinet doors was slightly ajar and wigging him out. I went in to check on him last night after he'd gone to bed and he was in pitiful tears because the blanket I keep folded up against the wall-side of his bed (to keep him from rolling repeatedly and loudly into the wall during the night) had shifted and he couldn't get it put back properly. Where is this coming from? Nannie? Auntie? Uncle Jeff?
... And finally I present to you, Nibblet's Room! Doesn't it look all cozy and ready to house an infant? I'm going to practice tossing some stuffed animals from the door into the crib so I'll be more confident when it's an actual baby. It's funny that I've been carefully washing Andrew's wee onsies and putting them away in the dresser that I probably can't fully open now. But you can't put a price on not moving a toddler from the bed in which he's currently established. And having a sleeping spot for fabulous grandparents who wish to lend a hand to a new mommy is also priceless. If I don't feel my infant tossing skills are up to par the first couple weeks after s/he arrives, I may just keep him/her in the pack-n-play in my room.
We're getting excited 'round here!
8 comments:
I think I recognize that quote! Way to go on your knitting. Very impressive! Looks like you guys have been busy bees. Andrew is getting so big!!
You are, hands down, one of the few people I'd trust to toss my children across the room. Babies are mostly cartilage anyway, so "No harm, no foul" are far as DFCS is concerned, I'm sure. Also- I love to see a child manifesting the first signs of the "O.C. Disorder"-warms the soul.
Okay, you're too cool -- hand-knit wool soakers? After dealing with Elsa's yeasty diaper rash for months and months now, I totally need to find a pattern for these and knit a few myself!
Why in the world would you think I might have helped steer the Precious toward OCD? ...hold on a minute, my container of cinnamon is facing the wrong way....
I knew your obsessive dusting and vacuuming was going to turn our kid weird. I just knew it.
Cribs are overrated anyway. Madelyn finds her best hours of sleep in her bouncy seat where she can sit upright like the queen diva she has become. I have a pack n play next to my bed, a crib in Nana's room and a cradle in the den, but it's the bouncy seat for us!!
Also, I have often wondered where sweet Sparticus gets his OCD from as well. His pillow has to be on the right side with Thomas showing and a Thomas shirt spread out just so when he goes to sleep. Plus he now needs 2 paci socks every night!!
BUT THE BIG NEWS IS HE PEED IN THE POTTY 3 TIMES NOW!!!!!!!!
HIGHLY impressed by the wool soakers! And I think the nursery looks very cozy. :)
I'm wondering about the wool soakers too. Is it not itchy?
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