A friend of mine is pregnant with baby number two. Baby number two is slated to arrive on or around January 22nd (i.e., any day now...). We spoke the other day and I asked her how she was feeling.
Her one word response was priceless.
All she said was "pregnant."
Yup, that says it all.
Hang in there - your wish will soon be granted and B2D2 will arrive, sleepless nights will recommence, and J* will be jealous of his little brother!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Chatty Cathy
I have become a modified version of the doll, Chatty Cathy.
Only, when you pull the cord to make me talk? These are the things you will hear me say, over and over and (ahem) over again:
* No no Monkey, we SIT on chairs.
Translation: stop standing on the chair, kid, or you'll fall and break your neck!
* What goes in the garbage, stays in the garbage.
Translation: stop fishing cheerios out of the garbage and eating them, eeeuuuww!
* No no Monkey, we do not touch Ollie's tail.
Translation: stop trying to pick the cat up by her tail, she's hissing for a reason.
* Monkey, food stays in the kitchen.
Translation: stop jumping in and out of the kitchen to test me, kid, you are NOT taking those guaranteed stain-producing strawberries into the living room no matter how many times you try!
Sigh, I've even begun to bore myself!
Only, when you pull the cord to make me talk? These are the things you will hear me say, over and over and (ahem) over again:
* No no Monkey, we SIT on chairs.
Translation: stop standing on the chair, kid, or you'll fall and break your neck!
* What goes in the garbage, stays in the garbage.
Translation: stop fishing cheerios out of the garbage and eating them, eeeuuuww!
* No no Monkey, we do not touch Ollie's tail.
Translation: stop trying to pick the cat up by her tail, she's hissing for a reason.
* Monkey, food stays in the kitchen.
Translation: stop jumping in and out of the kitchen to test me, kid, you are NOT taking those guaranteed stain-producing strawberries into the living room no matter how many times you try!
Sigh, I've even begun to bore myself!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Raindrops keep falling on my head....
It rained this morning.
Monkey didn't like the rain shield, wouldn't keep her lap blanket on, tossed out her books, generally didn't want to be in the stroller, wouldn't hold my hand when out of the stroller, and went nuclear when she couldn't find her pacifier in the regular hiding spot.
Therefore, because life was conspiring to thwart her every desire, she decided to lie down on the pavement in a puddle and cry.
Normally, this sort of a morning would make me want to pull my hair out.
Usually, as Monkey goes ballistic, I imagine that everyone within hearing distance of my (air-raid-level) keening child is thinking "walking birth control." And then (as luck would have it), usually some perfectly-put-together family will walk by, shaking their heads at me, grateful their children are well behaved....
But today? Today was different.
For whatever reason (good sleep last night? getting all the dishes done before I walked out the door? getting a great kiss goodbye from my gorgeous husband? having a beloved friend fighting nephrosis and MS to put my "problems" into perspective?? who knows...) I decided that it was OK for Monkey to fling herself into a puddle.
I even started humming "Raindrops keep falling on my head" and did a softshoe shuffle, to entertain myself and wait for the tantrum to wind down.
Then I picked up Monkey, randomly pointed out a nearby sparrow, and watched the most amazing grin spread across her face. She laughed and pointed and completely forgot to continue her tantrum. Blessed little grey birds!
Monkey didn't like the rain shield, wouldn't keep her lap blanket on, tossed out her books, generally didn't want to be in the stroller, wouldn't hold my hand when out of the stroller, and went nuclear when she couldn't find her pacifier in the regular hiding spot.
Therefore, because life was conspiring to thwart her every desire, she decided to lie down on the pavement in a puddle and cry.
Normally, this sort of a morning would make me want to pull my hair out.
Usually, as Monkey goes ballistic, I imagine that everyone within hearing distance of my (air-raid-level) keening child is thinking "walking birth control." And then (as luck would have it), usually some perfectly-put-together family will walk by, shaking their heads at me, grateful their children are well behaved....
But today? Today was different.
For whatever reason (good sleep last night? getting all the dishes done before I walked out the door? getting a great kiss goodbye from my gorgeous husband? having a beloved friend fighting nephrosis and MS to put my "problems" into perspective?? who knows...) I decided that it was OK for Monkey to fling herself into a puddle.
I even started humming "Raindrops keep falling on my head" and did a softshoe shuffle, to entertain myself and wait for the tantrum to wind down.
Then I picked up Monkey, randomly pointed out a nearby sparrow, and watched the most amazing grin spread across her face. She laughed and pointed and completely forgot to continue her tantrum. Blessed little grey birds!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Gravity works
Things that Monkey has intentionally thrown or accidentally dropped into Ollie's litter pan this week:
1) My boar bristle hair brush (expensive and oh - eeeuuwwwww!!!!!)
2) Ollie's cheap "brush" (nothin' a little dip in bleach can't cure...)
3) A brand box of diaper wipes (which, by the way, splayed out perfectly, ensuring there was kitty litter attached to every.single.freakin'.wipe. sigh.)
4) Last, but not least, her toothbrush.
Um, let's just say she went to school with bad breath that day and leave it at that.
1) My boar bristle hair brush (expensive and oh - eeeuuwwwww!!!!!)
2) Ollie's cheap "brush" (nothin' a little dip in bleach can't cure...)
3) A brand box of diaper wipes (which, by the way, splayed out perfectly, ensuring there was kitty litter attached to every.single.freakin'.wipe. sigh.)
4) Last, but not least, her toothbrush.
Um, let's just say she went to school with bad breath that day and leave it at that.
My budding gourmand!
Um, yeah, so the other thing that happened this morning?
Monkey ate catfood. Prescription Diet w/d wet catfood, to be precise.
I am SO in the running for best mother of the year, 2008. And we're only 9 days into the year! Go me!
Monkey ate catfood. Prescription Diet w/d wet catfood, to be precise.
I am SO in the running for best mother of the year, 2008. And we're only 9 days into the year! Go me!
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