Naptime Randomness

It's 6:30pm & both kids are still asleep. So much for normal bedtimes tonight.

Do you think racecar drivers have a hard time obeying the speed limit?

I do what is called the "6 o'clock mad-dash" at my house. Hubband gets home about 7:15, so around 6:00pm I clean up as fast as I can. Never fails to amaze me that if I just vacuum & have a basket of clean laundry on the couch, I get a "wow, looks like you got a lot done today!"

Uhhh...is it spring yet? I'm seriously over winter.

I say seriously a lot. Not just when blogging/emailing but when I'm talking too. It seriously annoys the Hubband.

One time, not long after Roo was born, I went for a month without shaving my legs. It was bad. The time it took when I finally shaved wasn't worth the time I saved during that month.

I caught Bear-wait for it-licking pee off her hands last night. She was running around with no pants because I've been trying to introduce her to the potty. I walked back into the living room & noticed her hands were wet. It went something like this: "Bear-what is on your hands?" Bear gives me a silly grin. "Bear, did you pee pee?" "See Momma?" Sticks her hands back in the potty & before I can stop her, sticks them in her mouth. I look in the potty. It's half full.

While we're talking about pee. One time not long after Roo was born & I was still in a super sleep deprived state (as opposed to somewhat sleep deprived state I live in now), after I brushed my teeth I grabbed the washcloth sitting on the vanity & wiped my mouth. And then realized it was the same washcloth the Hubband had used to dry out the inside of the potty the night before. True story.

When I was pregnant-both times-I ate ramen noodles for lunch almost every day.

I hate the dentist. And pregnancy hates my teeth. Being pregnant with Bear gave me 8 cavities. Roo gave me 5 more. 13 cavities in 2 years. Suck.

Remember how I hate the dentist? I bit him one time when I was getting cavities filled. Not on purpose.

I'm in no hurry to get Roo out of our bed. Bear wasn't a snuggler & wanted to be in her own bed when she was about 3 months old. There's just something about having him snuggle up next to me & play with my hair.

I'm one of those people who views the speed limit sign as a mere suggestion. As in-we suggest you go no slower than 65mph. Apparently my thinking is backwards here in good 'ol Kansas. Drivers here also view it as a suggestion, but more along the lines of-we suggest you get nowhere NEAR 65mph. Bad things will happen. We suggest you set your cruise at 55mph & hey, while we're at it? Passing is bad, mmmmkay?

I hate checking the mail. Perhaps this stems from the years of opening it to find only the depressing credit card bills in there. Now its just the depressing EOB's from the insurance telling us what our responsibility is.

Pretty sure the wind is blowing so hard right now it just knocked out the satellite signal. If I miss Wife Swap tonight, someone's gonna pay.

Speaking of Wife Swap, did anyone see the episode with the angry British guy? Ouch.

The Hubband & I got married on my 21st birthday. I wanted to make sure he could never forget either important occasion.

I wonder what they were talking about?

"Hey, Roo...I got something to tell ya!"

"Say whaaaaat? Bear-that's crazy talk!"

"I know, right? Shh. We better not let Momma hear us."

Bear pays too much attention...

Phrases I've heard from her in the past few days:

ENOUGH Cah-uh
Stop (with her hand held out...oooh, sassy little thing)
HEY HEY HEY!
Oh maaaan
Oh my!
Gosh!
Poo poo balls

All proof I need to watch what I say.

All before noon...

12:45am: Roo starts fussing, flips himself over in bed, decides he must.eat.now. Stumble into kitchen, grab bottle from fridge, heat, trip over toys on way back to bedroom, shove bottle in mouth. (Baby's mouth, not mine).
12:53am: Drop bottle off side of bed, immediately fall back asleep.
4:30am: Bear sneaks into our room, gets 2 inches from Hubband's face & lets out ear piercing scream to let us know she's awake & in our room.
4:31am: Roo is now awake, thanks to big sis, demands another bottle. Repeat scene from 12:45am.
6:30am: Bear is wide awake. Dig around in bed until pacifier is found, tell her normal people are still asleep at this time.
6:32am: Bear gets in Roo's face, demands he "hiccup" (wake up), manages to wake him up.
6:33am: Friggin' great. Both kids are awake before their normal time once again.
6:35am: Hubband demands to know when I'm getting up with the kids. Princess needs his beauty sleep, ya know?
6:40am: Shut up. Both kids fell back asleep.
6:42am: Roo spits out his bink, rolls over, gets pissed & screams. Scramble for the bink & his "blue", get him back to sleep.
7:00am: Bear is awake again. I think my luck is running out.
7:05am: "Daddy, HICCUP"
7:06am: "MOMMA HICCUP. CUP? Pink? Bink? HICCUP"
7:15am: Give up. Drag kids out of bed.
7:18am: Get coffee pot going, make cup of milk, make bottle, all with one hand.
7:25am: Try to catch the local news break, hoping the weather is good. Try to hear the forecast over ever loudening demands of Dora? Dora? Diego? Ming Ming? MING Ming? MING MING! Give up, change the channel.
7:30am: Change diapers
7:35-8:20am: Try to keep my eyes open
8:20am: Hubband's alarm goes off. Bear runs to bedroom, bangs on door & yells "DADDY HICCUP" Hubband ignores her.
8:30am: Alarm goes off for the 2nd time. I shout "It's getting late" which is answered with a "hmmppphhhh"
8:32am: Hubband wants to know where his clothes are. Bite my tongue to keep from responding "in the closet dummy". Get up & toss his clothes onto the bed.
8:45am: Hubband is out the door for work. Look at the kids already going crazy & wonder how early is too early for our daily Wal-Mart run. Why isn't it Tuesday so we can go to playgroup???
9:00am: Breakfast for Bear. She demands "starros" (strawberries). Meltdown ensues when I inform her she ate the last of them at dinner.
9:15-10:00am: The kids are playing. Attempt to get the kitchen cleaned up & get out of my PJ's.
10:05: Both kids are rubbing their eyes. Gee, guys, here's an idea...SLEEP PAST 6:30 & you won't be tired so early!
10:15: Two babies in bed. Clean or catch up on emails & blogs? Eh. I can clean around them later.
11:15: How do they manage to wake up at the exact same time every time? Even when neither one is loud enough to wake the other up, they still get up at the same time.
11:30: Decide we need (scratch that, I need) to get out of the house. Wal-Mart here we come. Swing through a drive-thru to pick up some lunch for Hubband. As soon as Bear realizes there's a bag of food in the front seat, she begins saying "Uh huh. Food. Uh huh. Food."
11:35: Pull into Wal-Mart. Answer requests to "See Dad? See Dad?" with "Yes, as soon as we get inside." Try to reassure the demands for "NOW" with "Yes, Bear. We're going now."
11:40: Try not to beat my head into the handlebar of the cart when I realize the overly friendly door greeter is working for the 10923808123 day in a row. This means we'll be stuck in the doorway for 5 minutes as she tries, once again unsuccessfully, to get Bear to say something more than "Hi. Baby? Cah-uh. See Dad."
11:45: Manage to get to the pharmacy. Bear says "DADDY!" All 10 customers waiting in line let out a simultaneous "Awww!" When Hubband doesn't respond immediately, Bear pulls out her new trick. "HEY CHASE!"
11:46: Here comes one of the techs with yet another cookie for Bear. Whatever. It keeps her happy while we're shopping. Leave Hubband's food on the counter, tell Bear we'll see him later.
11:55: Diapers? Check. Wipes? Check. Baby food? Check. Chocolate? Check. Get stuck in the slowest checkout line ever invented. Load the kids up & head home.
12:05: Sweet silence. Sleeping babies. Promise myself to get started on the house before Hubband comes home at 1:30.

The neglected blog

Geesh. I've been here, just brain dead.

In the past 6 weeks, we've managed to conquer colic, quit nursing, get through a family-wide cold, yet another ear infection for Miss C, pneumonia for Roobaby, & getting my last 2 wisdom teeth pulled.

Colic: Not sad to see you go! It was like a little switch just flipped in Roo's brain. And within a week of getting past colic, I started to dry up. We were back to nursing every hour-hour & a half during the day & every two hours at night. There was much pacing & rocking & pacing & shushing & hey-did I mention the pacing? I've got a mini racetrack imprinted on my living room floor. There was even a 5am drive around town to get him to fall asleep.

And this all happened at the same time all four of us were sick. So, back to the doctor we went. Let me start by saying that in one week, we were at a doctor's office three days in a row. First for Roo's 4 month checkup & Bear's possible (and confirmed) double ear infection. The next day it was off to the orthopedist for Roo's follow-up on his hips. Then on Thursday, it was back to the doctor because he was running a 102.3. After countless peeks in his ears, a set of chest x-rays & a consult with a pediatric radiologist, early stage pneumonia it was.

One frantic phone call to Hubband later, Bear was sitting in the pharmacy at Wal-Mart with him while I took Roo to the hospital for bloodwork. Thankfully, no RSV to add on top of all of this. Add in a round of antibiotics & a second set of chest x-rays & one week later he was good to go. I'm pretty sure we've already met our deductible for the year :)

Two weeks later, it's off to the dentist for me to have my final two wisdom teeth pulled. Holy hell. If the first two had been like this, no way would I have EVER willingly sat in that chair again. Throwing up, bone fragments, dry sockets, having my gum packed-another miserable two weeks. Now add into all the medical excitement, Bear's appointment with the ENT. Bet you can't guess where this one is going...yep, tubes at the end of the month.

Oh! And the drying up. It sucked. At least it was over fast though. I was an emotional wreck about it, alternating between lets do the formula & get it over with back to nooo, I can't give up the nursing! He was not happy about it. And he chose to prove this to me by not willingly taking a bottle for THIRTY HOURS straight. I would have to wait until he fell asleep & sneak the bottle in his mouth, where he would proceed to drink about 2oz before he woke up & got pissed all over again. The first week we were on formula, he woke up every.two.hours. to eat. After about a week, we realized regular formula wasn't agreeing with him. Messy red poops almost had us back at the doctor, yet again. We've switched him to soy, though, & I still can't get over what a 180 his attitude did now that the poor guy knows what it feels like to have a full tummy. We have good naps! Bedtime is...better. He's still waking every 4-5hrs to eat but it will get better. And not only is he chugging about 26-30oz a day (can we say oooiiiiiiink?) but he's eating some foods now, too. I don't know if you've ever had a baby on soy formula but it makes it hard for them to go. He was having adult poops, not the gummy poops you expect to see from a baby. So a few nights ago I picked up a jar of prunes to try out, not expecting much luck. He ate half a jar the first night! Again, with me now...oooiiinnnkkk! This kid will now eat about a jar & a half of baby food a day.

So. That's where the past 6 weeks have gone for me. Add in 2 snowstorms, an ice storm, a 4hr drive to my sister's for Christmas with my dad & his wife, 2 sick kids that weekend, and countless requests from family for me to pack up the kids & make the 2 hour drive to see them because they are too busy/overwhelmed/(ahem-lazy) to make the drive to see us, & I can see how we're already in the middle of February.

Oh-and a late happy birthday to my old man, who turned 26 this week. Yikes-that means 25 is 4 short months away for me. 25...the hump of your 20's! You're no longer a young 20 something but rather on the downhill slide to 30 :)