Awww...the other day Sarah finaly noticed my bloated belly. I told her that there was a new little brother or a little sister in there for her, and I asked her which one she'd rather have.
She paused for a moment, looked at Patrick, looked at my belly, looked back at Patrick...and in a shrill, concerned voice cried: "No!! Keep PatPat!!"
HAHA--I guess I should have explained that it's not a new sibling, but an additional one.
Anytime PatPat tries to climb on me or hit me too hard in the stomach Sarah grabs his arm and says, "No hit tum-tum...B-A-B-Y!" It's so cute!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
My Husband Wants to Know What I Do All Day
I can't be the only one who feels like I work so hard all day long and get nothing done?! Seriously, I feel like all I do is cook, clean, and do laundry. And yet we never have a perfect meal, the house is always a wreck, and the piles of clothes don't seem to shrink.
Today I let Sarah's 6 year old friend (our neighbor's granddaughter) come to play. She walked over at 9 am and left about 2 pm. I sent Sarah with her. I think I am a pretty fun, easy-going mom: I let them play Princess with Sarah's costumes, they put on make-up (the play stuff, and they washed it off), we had a tea party, they played in the hot tub.
Anyway, after all that "fun" I was tired and ready for a break. So I thought by having Sarah go to someone else's house for a while I'd get a little peace. Well, this wouldn't be my blog if that were the case!
Patrick told me that he pooped so I went back to his room to get some wipes and a diaper. The wipe warmer was empty so I opened a refill and put some water on them to keep them moist, which took all of 1 minute. That was all the time he needed to open the cupboard in the kitchen, bite open the seal on a spare can of coffee, and cover himself and the floor in grounds:
Now I know it doesn't look like much, but believe me it took quite some time to vacuum up. I had to stick PatPat in the sink and spray him down. Coffee grounds stick to small children and are very hard to scrub completely off. Meanwhile, I forgot all about the poop
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I should mention that the smell of coffee is a major morning sickness trigger for me. That's right, folks: morning sickness. Next Spring I am bringing anothermenace into society beautiful life into the world!!!
So cleaning the grounds went something like this: clean for a minute, puke for 3 minutes, clean for another minute, puke for 3 more minutes. It took a while-kind of a one step forward, two steps back routine.
So I finished cleaning the mess (if I walk in my kitchen I still feel tiny little particles dig into my feet no matter how many times I've rinsed the floor) and finally remembered the poop (I don't need to go into detail about what that substance is like when left in a diaper too long....). I went into the bathroom to grab a towel to dry everything (baby, floor, myself) and found our cat in the bath tub, eating a roll of toilet paper. The girls had snuck the cat into the bathroom to play and apparently either forgot about her or decided it would be a good idea to leave her in there unattended. So if the tub clogs up tonight I'm playing dumb.
Yup, as soon as all the chaos was under control...."Riiing Riiiing". My butt had not even a chance to warm the couch. :(
Today I let Sarah's 6 year old friend (our neighbor's granddaughter) come to play. She walked over at 9 am and left about 2 pm. I sent Sarah with her. I think I am a pretty fun, easy-going mom: I let them play Princess with Sarah's costumes, they put on make-up (the play stuff, and they washed it off), we had a tea party, they played in the hot tub.
Anyway, after all that "fun" I was tired and ready for a break. So I thought by having Sarah go to someone else's house for a while I'd get a little peace. Well, this wouldn't be my blog if that were the case!
Patrick told me that he pooped so I went back to his room to get some wipes and a diaper. The wipe warmer was empty so I opened a refill and put some water on them to keep them moist, which took all of 1 minute. That was all the time he needed to open the cupboard in the kitchen, bite open the seal on a spare can of coffee, and cover himself and the floor in grounds:
Now I know it doesn't look like much, but believe me it took quite some time to vacuum up. I had to stick PatPat in the sink and spray him down. Coffee grounds stick to small children and are very hard to scrub completely off. Meanwhile, I forgot all about the poop
.I should mention that the smell of coffee is a major morning sickness trigger for me. That's right, folks: morning sickness. Next Spring I am bringing another
So cleaning the grounds went something like this: clean for a minute, puke for 3 minutes, clean for another minute, puke for 3 more minutes. It took a while-kind of a one step forward, two steps back routine.
So I finished cleaning the mess (if I walk in my kitchen I still feel tiny little particles dig into my feet no matter how many times I've rinsed the floor) and finally remembered the poop (I don't need to go into detail about what that substance is like when left in a diaper too long....). I went into the bathroom to grab a towel to dry everything (baby, floor, myself) and found our cat in the bath tub, eating a roll of toilet paper. The girls had snuck the cat into the bathroom to play and apparently either forgot about her or decided it would be a good idea to leave her in there unattended. So if the tub clogs up tonight I'm playing dumb.
Yup, as soon as all the chaos was under control...."Riiing Riiiing". My butt had not even a chance to warm the couch. :(
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