What Should You Do With A Sleeping Baby?

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating...what her brother dropped on the floor. In our case, it was a Honey Nut Cheerio. When I realized something was rolling around in that little mouth I scooped her up and did a quick finger-sweep. Lovely. So now I'm thinking 'honey. Nut. Great.' A quick call to the pediatrician revealed that she should be fine, but that we should keep a close eye on her, just in case.

When she took an extra-long nap this morning I started panicking. Did her throat close up while she was asleep? Did she have some sort of crazy reaction and now she's...well, you know. My mind goes to these weird places. I start hashing out in my brain what I would do if I went in and found something wrong. Call 911? Start CPR? Scream? Stay calm so as not to up set the Little Man? Eventually I go in and scrutinize her abdomen, looking for that easy up-and-down movement. I don't see it. I put my hand close to her nose - and accidentally swipe her lip. Oops. Baby's awake. And clearly fine. I can tell by all the crying.

So, yeah. So far all is well. It's just too bad Mommy is so morbid!

Mommy's Weight Loss

It's amazing what a little time (and weight) can do. I weighed this much some number of years ago, and I couldn't stand my body. I scrutinized it and found every little flaw. I agonized over a pound gained and would skip a meal or two to make up for it.

But now, on the other side of childbirth (x2), with all those flaws and a bunch more (including stretch marks and appendix scars!), I am so much more content with the shape I see in the mirror. Some days I even feel really good about it! So if you see me strutting my stuff, be a good sport and send a whistle my way. It'll make my day - but I still won't be wearing a bikini anytime soon! Sorry to burst that bubble honey!

I've Made a Decision!

Yeah, I'm probably crazy to think that I'll actually be able to accomplish this with two little ones underfoot (or, in my lap, like at present) - but I figured I'd give it a shot. Bear with me as I attempt the impossible - forming actual cohesive thoughts EVERY DAY for a month!

[By the way, cheers to Dawn who has successfully completed this challenge with her own two running around!]

My Husband is The Man

I tell my husband all the time, "Next time around, I get to be the Dad." Dads seem to have it so easy! They sweat through labor with us, hang around at home for a week or so, and then it's back to life-as-normal. Normal job, normal conversations, normal eating, normal sleep...everything seems to stay so dang NORMAL! Then there's the Mom. Crazy new job, goo-goo ga-ga conversations, food on the run, interrupted sleep, and psycho hormones. Nothing will ever be normal again!

I know this is an oversimplification. And I know plenty of Dads who help out all they can. My hubby is one of them. But I still think I would be the Dad the next time around.

My kids can sit and play contentedly for a good chunk of time, unless of course they realize that I'm trying to get something done. Then forget it. They both clamor to get into my lap and wail if the other reaches it first. I don't know how to get anything done!

Last weekend, Daddy let me go back to bed for awhile. When I awoke, the kids were both fed and dressed and ready to go. Huh?? The other night my sister and I left him with two babies and rushed to the store. When we got back, one was asleep and the other was on her way. WHAT??? How is it that I can't get us up and dressed and out the door in under an hour-and-a-half, but Daddy does it, no problem? There go all my good complaints!

"You could never do what I do!" [sigh] Turns out, he can. Fine. But still, I get to be the Daddy next time!

Just Give Me the Epidural! (vol. 3)

11. I want an epidural for keeping my house clean. The living room was clean last night - I swear!

12. I want an epidural for picking dandelions. They just appear overnight.

13. I want an epidural for keeping my daughter's socks on her feet. You can follow the trail of them all over our house! (back to #11)

14. I want an epidural for bathing suit shopping. I told my husband I was getting a bikini this year. For half a second, he thought I was serious.

15. I want an epidural for getting my daughter to sleep through the night. I'm so tired!

If you missed volume 2, check it out here.

Happy Mother's Day to Me!

I am currently eating my Mother's Day present:

vanilla bean ice cream

Duncan Hines brownie

Ah!laska chocolate sauce

and Ghiradelli chocolate chips

It's HEAVEN!

Happy, Happy Birthday Baby!

To Hubby, with love...

Don't worry - it's not dairy-free!

Dandelion Whine

When I met my MIL (mother-in-law) almost 12 years ago now, she put me to work. I'm not kidding. I couldn't believe it. I was visiting her son on a break from school and she must have figured I should be willing and able to help out with some chores. So, 12 years ago, I met my future MIL ... and picked up rocks in her backyard.

Yup. I picked up rocks so she could mow her 1/2 acre of land.

The crazy thing is, I'm still doing it. Fast-forward almost 12 years, and I'm renting a house she owns, and picking up rocks in the yard. I'm also popping dandelion heads off so the seed doesn't spread. And I've got my little guy out there helping me.

I should have run when I had the chance....