Mr. Silly turned 31 this month. I was a little busy being pregnant, then having a baby, recovering from major surgery and dealing with life with a newborn, so I kinda failed at the gift giving. His mom bought a cake when she was here, so I dind’t have to worry about that part. I managed to help the kids make some crafty gifts while he was at work, so that was done at least. And I bought him a blu ray off his wish list that got here late. I know, I suck. But at least I tried and that’s what counts. Plus, I took pictures!
My Mac was saved! Everything is perfect and functioning as it should. I think we are going to break down and get another Macbook though since Mr. Silly’s PC is a piece of crap. I honestly don’t know how he hasn’t been complaining about it constantly because I would not be able to stand it. I was stuck with it for less than a week and I complained a lot. It wouldn’t let me check my email or update my Facebook status! It would get all wonky for no good reason. Stupid PC. So now Mr. Silly gets huge points for not being whiny and will probably inherit my 15″ Macbook while I get a 13″ Macbook. I’d like something smaller and more portable and he could use the bigger screen to watch movies on deployment. And then I can also get a huge ass desktop for photo processing and stuff like that. Win win!
And now on to the list!
- Doodle likes booby.
- And that’s pretty much the only thing he consistently likes.
- The swing? Rarely. And only for about 3 minutes.
- The bouncer? Pretty much never.
- The car/carseat? Meh. Sometimes. Sorta.
- Doodle does not like baths.
- Or being naked.
- Or being cold.
- He is quite possibly the gassiest, burpiest baby IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!
- He rarely likes sleeping in his pack-n-play at night. He prefers to sleep rightnexttomommy. Which means I don’t get to shift or turn or move. I am not a fan, but if it helps him sleep (and me sleep), we’ll go with it.
- I did not need to worry about Smushy being jealous.
- She is seriously an awesome big sister. Always helping and giving him hugs and snuggles. I am shocked!
- Smushy was a VERY easy baby. Doodle isn’t hard or anything in the grand scheme of all things baby, but he does amplify how VERY EASY Smushy was.
- The second time around is so much easier/harder than the first time.
- Easier because I don’t panic about every little cry. I feel like I know what I’m doing (a little. Sorta.)
- Harder because there are two of them and one of me. Sometimes (a lot) they both need something at the same time and I have to pick which to deal with first. Which means the other one is mad and yelly and grrr!
- You CAN have a good eater and a good sleeper at the same time. My theory has been debunked. Doodle eats. (see previous bullet) All. the. time. He sleeps well during the day and at night. Evening SUCK.
- When Smushy naps, Doodle is awake. That kinda stinks.
- Babies who eat a lot, poop a lot. I think I forgot how much babies poop.
- I have not yet figured out how to take care of 2 children AND the cleaning. It’s coming along, but I’m not there yet.
- I am an awesome c-section recoverer.
So now that I’ve crossed Have A Baby off my to do list, next we have Get Ready To Move (Again). (Didn’t we just get here? Like 7 months ago? The answer is yes. Yes we did.) We set up the internet move stuff last night. Movers should be here in about a month to pack us up. I am so not looking forward to a cross country trip in a car with a toddler and a baby who doesn’t love the car. We’ve worked out some of the details like where everyone will sit in the minivan (I will be in the back to deal with kid stuff.) and what we need to do to get ready and what we need to pack. It’s coming along.
Have some pictures!
First sunny day in a while. And it was finally warm enough to get outside and play. I didn’t think we’d be able to get Smushy to come back in.
Catching up on snuggle time
Her very favorite “jamas”. And a stolen popsicle.
Whew!
Smushy woke up with no fever! Yay, right? But no, she is juuuust well enough to be completely disagreeable. She only wants yogurt and screams if I even make something different for myself. It took forever to get her down for a nap (with kicking and screaming) and she was coughing a bit, so I know it wasn’t very restful. Plus it was only 2 hours, which would be fine if she weren’t so cranky all day. Add on some stuck poops and we have both been miserable. I find myself feeling really bad for her one minute and really annoyed with her the next.
Mr. Silly is working late tonight and won’t be home for another hour and a half. He did come home for lunch and dinner though, so at least we got to see him a little. But that meant I was running around right before he got home both times trying to get meals done so he could eat quickly since he didn’t have a lot of time. Not a big deal, but I’ve been really contraction-y today and probably should try to stay off my (very very swollen) feet. Plus I asked him TWICE about his schedule on Wednesday because I have to go grocery shopping and TWICE he told me it was fine but then OhRightIForgot he has this thing that completely throws a wrench in my plans. This has happened for the past 3 weeks every time I have plans. I am getting pissed. I mean, I know it’s not his fault. But I don’t care. He is the only person I can get mad at and so take it out on him I shall! Grrrr!
My living room looks like HELL because I can’t bend over so well and my back starts screaming at me 2 seconds after I start trying to clean. I’ve asked Mr. Silly to handle it, but he just won’t. I don’t know why since he has no problem cleaning in general and has picked up the slack a TON. It’s just weird and annoying since it really looks like shit. Driving me absolutely crazy. So much so that I’ve actually started trying to clean it, but OMG pain. Suck it.
AND AND AND! We were charged some bogus charge and then refunded the wrong amount on our checking account. It was only 9 cents different, so we’re not fighting it, but we do have to go through the whole blah blah boring crap and it’s stupid. We’re planning on switching our checking account from that bank soon anyway, and this just cements that decision.
Plus, no one has told this child there is NO OPENING NEXT TO MY BELLYBUTTON from which to escape and he is trying to kill me. All the lotioning in the world does not seem to help this. I can not get him to pick a different position and my skin is stretched to the limit. Driving me batty!!
I’m just having one of those days.
Painting. AKA The reason we don’t paint often.
Smushy walks in to our bedroom stark naked and says:
“I take off a diaper. I take off a pants. I take off a shirt. I’m naked! (yelling) NAKED! NAKED! NAKED!! See you later Mommy. See you later Daddy.”
And then she leaves.
And we just looked at each other and let her go.
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She walks up to the window, picks her nose and wipes it on the window and says, “I’m painting!”
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And just now. 30 seconds ago. She peed in her hat. And admitted it. After we told her 10 million times in the last 5 minutes to either ask for a diaper or pee in the potty. Because she insisted on being naked.
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That’s my girl
