Thursday, July 29, 2010
Jack has asked for his paci for the 12th time, has inquired about his third snack of the afternoon and will not play in the basement so at least I can get a break from at least one of them because "It's scary down dere, Mommy."
I just realized I haven't showered in about 3 days. There isn't enough salty/sweet/alcoholic treats in the world to make this sh*t show of a day seem better. But you know what? The Husband will be home in two hours and hopefully he'll take over so I can stop smelling like a dirty gym sock.
1:59:59..... 1:5958.... 1:59:57.....
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
"I'm watching constructions on TV, Mommy."
"Don't be sassy, Mommy."
::I ask him to do something:: "Ugh, fine." Excuse me but I'm pretty sure you're a toddler not a mellow dramatic teen, thankyouverymuch.
Henry does funny (odd) things:
At night he's clearly so uncomfortable, full tummy/gas/needs to poop that he can't sleep. It lasts for hours. Often he'll wake up from his nap at 4 and be awake till 7 when we try to put him to sleep, and again at 7:45 and again at 8:15 and again at 9 and so on till 10 pm when exhaustion finally wins and he passes out. I feel so had for him because he's clearly so darned uncomfortable. My 'mommy instinct' tells me that starting solids right at 4 months might help his little digestive system work out the kinks with some fiber and what not but I've never experienced anything like this with my first. Has anyone had a baby with lower digestive issues? What can I try?
Also Henry is obsessed with his feet. He could hold them all.day.long. When he's in his Bumbo he tries to get them in his mouth. One day he tipped himself out of the swing (which is only about 2 inches off the floor, thank goodness,) because he was trying to get his feet in his mouth.
We have our first showing today. Wish us luck!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Ah, Jack, if only you'd take that nap in your room like a normal kid.
Update on the home-front: we're under contract! I would be more excited but unlike buying your first place... when you buy your second place you have to also worry about SELLING a home. For now I will settle for cautiously optimistic. Please send any good-home-sale-karma you have laying around, Thanks!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
This is the house I'm trying to buy.
I'll admit when I saw the pic in the listing, my breath kinda caught in my chest a little bit. The house I grew up in: my parents built it, like mostly with their own hands. I was 2 when they were working on the house, I'm sure there was a whole lotta crazy working on a house with a little kiddo under foot. Apparently I want to be like my parents... kinda almost just like my parents.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
So this weekend we took the plunge and went hunting. And now we're motivated, meeting with lenders, stagers, chatting with our agent. I'd like to say we've found the perfect home, but those who know me know better. We've found a home that needs an insane amount of work, but in the end, when we're finally finished.... 5....10 years from now.... this house is going to be beautiful.
It's entirely possible that my blog will be come more sporadic; It's guaranteed that my blog will become more schizophrenic. Trying to get our house cleaned and organized and market ready with a toddler and baby who still deserve lots of love and attention is going to be interesting to say the least. I hope you'll enjoy the ride with me.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Henry is really grabbing his feet (and trying to get them in his mouth.) This picture us from the first day he did it. I forgot how much fun that is to watch! Aren't his legs huge? My chunky monkey.
Jack went fishing for the first time. He didn't catch anything and at first he didn't get it (he kept trying to put the rod in the water) but he clearly had a blast because he's still talking about it 2 days later.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Henry was not impressed with the backhoes. He chose to nap instead. My cousin, Kristin, loaned me this pod while we were at the beach. It was perfect! Henry took great naps while the rest of us sunned and swam.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Henry seems to take great pleasure in making our road trips memorable, so while we're sitting in this painfully slow line of cars I hear all the tell-tale signs of an eminent diaper change. Seriously, though, traffic was so bad people were honking and shouting at each other. The one road that was merging with ours no one on our road was letting anyone in, it was madness. The Husband suggests that we pull over and change Henry's diaper and I'm all like "Oh no you didn't". I exaggerate, actually I gave the most logical and responsible parenting response I could think of: "No way, no one is ever going to let us back in. I'll hop out, grab Henry and change him on the side of the road while you keep driving."
So that's exactly what I did.
I cannot believe Matt grabbed this pic of Henry and I in the rear view mirror as he left us in the dust.
It was a pretty smart idea of mine on paper, but the practical applications weren't well thought out. See, running about 300 yards to catch up with my car while wearing flip flops and carrying the infant car seat is no small feat. Waddle waddle waddle.
Next road trip I'm wearing my runnin' shoes.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
I have no idea how long my connection is going to last. Suffice it to say, we're having a fantastic time and there will be great pictures to see and stories to tell (example: how I changed Henry's diaper on the side of road while Matt kept on driving.) Now I'm off to read as many blogs as I can before my connection dissapears! Cheers!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
We took the tots for lunch and then treated them to ice cream. They thought this was the best idea EVER. I balanced the camera on the hood of Lindsey's car to pull of this shot. Everyone (even Henry) made it in the frame so score one for my mad camera skillz.
Jack hardly ever gets offered desert unless it's an oatmeal cookie the size of a quarter. There might be some subconscious guilt there because I compensated by getting him an ice cream so large he couldn't finish it.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Why pick a fight with my kids over crusts when there are much greater nutritional battles to fight? I can wage war over eating vegetables or having 'taste bites' of a new food, but I'm not going to waste my time and energy on crusts.