Tea time

I'm drinking blueberry tea. I've had six cups of coffee today. I feel like I've had -14 cups. So tired. Why? Everyone is sleeping at night.
I put the baby in her crib just now. She is wide awake but I need some tea time. I think she's standing and shaking the crib railing in a defiant stance which makes me think I should have raised the side but will keep an ear out for a thud.

I have decided that at my age, I should start dying my hair. As cool as white hair is, wirey white is not. So for the summer, I shall become 24 again and have a solid coloured do.

Thank goodness for leftovers for dinner.

safety...third.

I have been joyfully consuming a tub of icecream. Cookies 'n cream is my absolute favourite.

Today, I looked in the mirror and horrifically found stretch marks. WHAT THE??! I didn't know I had them and I guess I havent been looking in the right places. All I have to say is, good bye bikini bottoms, hello boy shorts.

Today I was mocking a freecycler who offered up a jar of chocolate sauce (with only a spoonful removed), only to have my friend perk up, "Yeah! that was me!" and then proceeded to tell me the story. And amazingly, someone actually came and picked it up.

Andrew pooed in the toilet for the first time. This is a victory. Frankly, I'm surprised he's not constipated with all the mini marshmallows I give him for peeing.

We're shopping for a new car seat. I still have elsie in the carrier which is ridiculous because its 85% of the reason I'm going to physio. Paul and I differ on how to purchase such an item. I go for size and cup holder. I want to fit a third person in the back, so I can't have huge seats. Cup holder is for when we go through starbucks drive thru. They need some place for the beverage. Third is price. Actually that's number one. Paul is big on safety and quality. I mean, its probably for the best. I wouldn't want a crunched up child, yet an unspilled beverage.

Check Up

We had check ups today. I had a "new patient" orientation. My doctor is a student. Its a teaching hospital. So she is about ten years younger than me so when she asks questions about my kids, I have a hard time not getting my feathers ruffled. For example, she asked me if Andrew was riding a bike yet. I said, no, we'll probably get him on a trike this summer. She thought that was great, but I was to remember to put a helmet on his head. She also told me to make sure he doesn't drown and to ensure proper water safety. Its a good thing she mentioned that because I was planning on letting him ride around the pool this summer while I sipped a margarita and sun bathed.
I also lied, A LOT. The doctor asked questions about Elsie: she doesn't have a bottle in bed right? Right, yeah, never do that, I especially never do that at 6am when she wakes up and I'm still tired. She's not allowed to eat egg. Right, (she has scrambled eggs at least once a week). So to cover my bases I asked, so if she were to have egg, is that because of the risk of possible salmonella? nope. allergy. Right (ha! no egg allergy then). She told me no honey either. Elsie has had her pacifier dipped in honey many many times to soothe coughs.
She then asked if my house was child proof. I was honest, I said, yeah, we make sure she's safe (insert huge bang and head crunch into the floor of the doctors office as I let go of Elsie as I was trying to get an App going on my iphone to entertain her).
Then the questions came to me, and about birth control. My form is only 96% reliable, birth control is 98%. I said, I'll take my chances. She started to get all pushy about why I wouldn't go on it. Frankly, I was blushing like a 13 year old especially since andrew was in the room. that kid has an iron tight memory and there were some words I was hoping he wouldn't say again.
that being said, andrew is short and petite. Elsie is big. No surprise. As long as I keep feeding them eggs, honey and nuts, they'll develop swimmingly.

You look terrible

I have started potty training Andrew. It's actually going pretty smoothly. We had to get passes the terror of public toilets. By terror, I mean high pitch screaming and shaking. You know what solve that? A Cars potty seat that has become our travel seat. Worked like a charm. I have not read any books or blogs and haven't even talked to anyone about how to train, so I will let you know how this turns out.

Easter weekend was great, besides being told I looked as bad as I feel since I had bags under my eyes. Granted the one beer I had gave me a migraine thanks to post pregnancy body morphing. Also, I'm losing weight and generally post baby women try to do that but I managed to sneak back down to my pre-Andrew weight pretty quickly but am now losing more. I'm eating normally, indulging in all sugar or carb cravings yet it doesn't stick.
I'm also exhausted. Maybe that has something to do with it.

Elsie is beginning another round of teething so I won't be catching up on sleep this week either. Maybe in a year, right?

Attack

The little one is gaining an upper hand on the bigger one.

Huge pity party, be warned

Every thing is making me so irritated tonight. I just read a bunch of blogs and they made me feel jealous, or I mean, I chose to feel jealous. I guess when I read it I think, hey I do that too or I wish I could do that or that is so ridiculous but so trendy that i want to do that too. I read about these moms living off the land, canning, sewing their own clothes. Part of me thinks it would be fantastic to know where your food is coming from but for me and my place right now, my food is from wal-mart super centers.

I also feel irritated because I am finding out about things going on behind my back. Do you confront and cause awkwardness or do you suck it up and allow your very precious, even sacred downtime be wasted. I'm talking in riddles, i know, because well, one must do that in the public world.
I think I'm having a cynical pity party tonight. I feel wronged by the world. I must be hormonal or as i am pretty certain everyone is out to get me.