Infant mathematics November 29, 2005

Proven:

Baby Lily + 3 immunizations = cranky baby + fever

Theory:

Cranky + fever + Tylenol = sleep

Somebody stop me November 25, 2005

This afternoon I was folding a load of Lillian’s laundry and I was saddened to see that I’m going to have to put away a sleeper that she’s grown out of already. It was Nicholas’ when he was just itty-bitty, and I was sad to put it away that time too.

I was seriously tempted to phone Liam at work to tell him that we need to have another baby just so I can put someone else into that sleeper.

Someone either talk some sense into me or start trying to convince Liam we need three kids.

Laziness November 24, 2005

I am a lazy bum.

Liam phoned home this morning at 10:45 and I was still in bed. Asleep.

My sleeping baby rocks.

Random notes November 21, 2005

• Liam and I recently purchased a Nora Jones cd. I like it muchly. It seems to make our house mellow. I think I listened to it 5 times back to back on Friday.

• There was a drunk guy pissing on the steps to our complex this evening when my Mom brought Nicholas home. I wonder if he got any in the Leddy yard…

• I need to lable bottles in my house. I used some oil on Lillian’s head because her scalp has been dry and flakey the past few days. I thought I was putting almond oil on her but upon closer sniffing I realize it was Benediction Oil. She didn’t react to it, so I’m not the worst mother in the world…barely.

• Lillian has pretty much settled on waking at 4 am and 7 am for feedings. I usually only wake up until she’s latched on then I’m snoozing again before she’s even done eating, so I pretty much feel like I’m sleeping through the nights already. Yay for my good-sleeping baby!

• Liam found me some more Tanya Huff novels at Wee Book on Friday. Now I just need more hours in the day so I can actually read them.

Some people’s children November 20, 2005

I apologize in advance for my bad language. I’m pissed off and I feel the need to swear.

Some ass stole my diaper bag this afternoon when we were at the pool. Liam and Nicholas went swimming and Lillian and I walked over after a while to watch them. I entered the pool, put my diaper bag down on a bench, and watched my boys. After a bit, I decided to go sit in a chair about 20 feet away from the bench. I couldn’t see my bag from where I was sitting because it was around a corner, but I didn’t think much of it.

About 20 minutes later, I went back to get my bag and it was gone. Someone picked up Lillian’s snowsuit, took her diaper bag, and left. Fuckers.

When I realized that it was missing I spoke to a lifeguard and then a receptionist at the front desk. I was advised to check every locker, cubby, and change room in the locker rooms since thieves apparently go there with bags first.

After checking every single locker in the women’s locker room and talking to several people, I decided to check the family change room before getting Liam to go through the men’s locker room. Sure enough, there was my bag on a seat in the family change room. Fuckers.

Thankfully, I’d left my wallet at home so the only thing possibly worth stealing was my cell phone. It was still there and no calls had been made.

As I headed back onto the pool deck to tell Liam that all was well, I realized just how pissed off I was that someone’s dirty thieving hands had been in my bag going through Lillian’s things. Stupid asses. All they got for all their trouble of snatching my bag was glimpse of some diapers and a baby undershirt. I should have left a dirty diaper or two in there.

Bum cooties November 18, 2005

Last night, Liam and I were out doing some Christmas shopping. After making a pit stop to change Lillian’s dirty diaper, I decided that I’d may as well make my own stop as well. When I went into the bathroom stall, I noticed that they had one of those sanitary toilet seat paper cover dispensers. It made me wonder a few things.

Are there ever any paper covers in those things? I’ve yet to see one that isn’t empty.

Do people really thing that a little piece of paper is going to save them from the bum cooties on the toilet seat?

If they’re really so concerned, why don’t they just hover over the seat?

What types of bum cooties can you actually contract from sitting on a public toilet?

Maybe it’s just me, but the whole thing seems more than a little bit silly.

Does it make me a bad Mom? November 16, 2005

Lately, Nicholas has been beginning a lot of his statements with “Guess what!”.

Every single time I have to fight not to answer “Chicken butt”. Sometimes it’s too hard and it bursts out anyway.

Liam does it too, so it makes it ok, right?!

More baby pictures November 15, 2005

Here are some cutsie pictures to share. Yay for cute!!

You’ve gotta love Tummy Time. Well, unles you’re Lillian and you’ve been on your tummy for longer than two minutes.

This is sideways and I don’t know how to rotate it without re-doing it, so turn your head or monitor sideways. She just loves her swing, and so do I!!

If there’s one thing that Lillian does love (besides my boobs, of course) it’s bath time.

It’s a dog’s life November 15, 2005

Today was a big day for Jack.

First, he wore his doggy jacket for the first time. It’s red polar fleece lined with a blue cotton-type material. It was custom-made by our neighbor for his doggy pleasure. Unfortunately, it’s a bit too big around the neck and when he was walking down the stairs his leg came through the neck hole and he tumbled down the last three steps. He ended up looking dusty and confused.

The next highlight of his day came only a half hour later when it started to snow. He chased snowflakes around the yard. Yep. He jumped and ran and snapped his teeth.

What a life Jack-o.

The good, the bad, and the poopy November 9, 2005

Somewhere there is a god of Mommies who does nothing but make sure that the intricate balance of insanity and work being accomplished stays finely tuned.

Take my week, for example. On Monday, Lillian slept in until 9 am. By the time she was up, I’d folded a load of laundry and washed another, had breakfast, washed dishes, and taken a shower. By supper time, I’d cleared off the entertainment unit, set up my nativity scene, gone for a walk, and had coffee with Krista. It was an awesome day. I accomplished so much and I was feeling full of energy even when I went to bed.

The next day, though, started out badly right from the get-go. From 2:30-3:15 am I was up because of an evil cramp in my leg. There’s nothing like sitting on the couch with a bag of frozen corn on your leg in the middle of the night to set the tone for the day. When Nicholas woke me up in the morning I had to practically peel myself out of bed. Lillian only stayed asleep until 7:45 before she was screaming but thankfully stopped once I put her in the swing.

After breakfast I decided to take a look at her diaper only to discover that the poop that was supposed to be in it was instead filling the leg of her sleeper. Off we went upstairs to was her off in the sink and rinse out the ultra-nasty sleeper. I also gave her a bath for good measure. Liam phoned not long after and when I complained about my cruddy morning he comforted me by telling me the rest of my day would be better. Just as I hung up the phone Lillian spat up all over herself and the carpet. Uh-huh.

Not too long after Lillian had another dirty diaper. This one, in an effort to be new and exciting, went up her back. Yep, baby poop up to her shoulders and yet another outfit to rinse out in the sink.

Thankfully, Nicholas headed off to school not too long after that and I managed to have a nap. When I picked him up from school I told him how I wasn’t nearly so grumpy now that I’d had some sleep. His response was “Finally”.

Thanks kid.