- Something we own-- that is somehow related to Andrew-- is leaving white fuzz all over EVERYTHING. Where is it coming from? A blanket? An outfit? WHAT? My black wool coat is covered in it. The black Ergo baby carrier is covered. Andrew's clothes are covered. WHERE IS IS IT COMING FROM!?
- I wash my hands ten bajillion times a day these days. After every diaper change, after every time Becca goes potty, every time I come inside from being out and about, etc. I don't know when this obsession started, but I am going to count how many times I wash my hands today. I'll let you know. So far it is 9 a.m. and I've washed them three times. I go through hand cream like water.
- Becca is currently wearing one of my nightgowns --an ivory color--and some silvery high heeled shoes of mine. She thinks she is wearing my wedding dress. She is practicing her curtsy in it. And she is highly pissed that I got rid of my veil. We have spent the last 30 minutes going over and OVER the reason why I no longer have it. Why did it get dirty? Why did Aunt Susan play with your petticoat (it was her Halloween costume one year)? Why did you throw away your veil? Why? WHY? WHY?????
- I have always heard that raising boys is so much easier than raising girls. Of course, Andrew is still just in baby form, so I don't have any first hand experience yet. But I do know that the drama associated with girls is just over the top. At least in our house. Oy. I have always been much more in tune with girls. When I was pregnant with Becca I was praying it would be a girl, because I was terrified of the thought of having a son. I'd see boys just being out of control physically--jumping, hitting, throwing, screaming etc. Sweet little girls would be playing quietly in one place. But now? When Becca is having a meltdown over which pair of fucking socks she wants to wear, I pick up Andrew and he just grins and smiles at me and I think....maybe it would be easier to deal with someone jumping around all day instead of someone having continuous meltdowns. I don't know. Physical exhaustion seems easier at this point than emotional exhaustion. Maybe I'm just convincing myself I can handle being the mom of a boy. I guess my point is that I wasn't prepared for the emotional drama of having a girl, just as I'm equally as unprepared for the physicality of having a boy. Bottom line: I'm unprepared all around, I guess.
- Ever since we moved here in May 2007, I have been craving schedules. I wanted something to pull me out of the day in/day out rut of staying at home in the role of mommy with no friends and on a first year airline salary (read: POOR). Then, Andrew was born, Becca started preschool and gymnastics, we joined a gym, we have made friends, and suddenly, I am craving NOT having all that stuff to do. Today we have NOTHING we have to do, and it is wonderful. Andrew can nap in his crib instead of in his car seat while being dragged all over creation. We can stay in our pajamas until bedtime if we want. I can putz around the house while the kids nap without having to nap myself (because I didn't go bonkers running around all morning.) Then I start thinking about how crazy life is going to get when the kids are both in school and activities. I will really be wishing for the boring part of my life to return. Life is strange.
- Proof that I am good about doing the laundry, horrible about folding it. Behold the pile of clean laundry that I'm ignoring at the moment.
- Becca started gymnastics a few weeks ago. She just turned three. And she is by far the most behind in the class. I asked some of the other moms how long their kids have been doing it, and they said they started when they were one year old. I swear, people have lost their damn minds enrolling their kids in every possible activity starting at age one. She will catch up and be fine, but geez. I don't think I started gymnastics until I was seven. I also sucked at it, so maybe that is the problem. It just seems ridiculous that you have to decide so early for your kids what they are going to do. What if she hates gymnastics in a few years and is mad that we didn't put her in dance or soccer instead? Because imagine how far behind she'll be then....I wish kids could just be kids for longer and you could sign them up for stuff when they showed interest on their own. What is wrong with just playing with their friends and enjoying life before being shoved into everything?
- Also, apparently I am prone to overthinking.
- If you are undecided about which size Pull-Up to buy, always go smaller. Always. I won't go into details.
- I love knowing that my family room carpet will be GONE by this time next week. It is such a relief to leave my coffee cup on the floor in there and not worry about it turning over. Becca just ground a chocolate chip into the carpet? Who cares? I never realized how much energy I put into worrying about what spilled on the carpet. How ridiculous. I am going to get a very busy and colorful area rug in there (a cheap one) so that I won't have to worry about it ever again. Once that rug is gross, we trash it! No permanent damage to the house. I don't even know why carpet was invented, honestly. Some person decided they would invent a substance that would cause homeowners to worry about its condition from the moment it was installed.
- Photos from the last few days:
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