Pixie

Steph cut her hair again and because I am the worst mommy in the world she will be getting a pixie haircut tomorrow. Actually, I think it will look very cute on her or she wouldn’t be getting it (I have to be out in public with her you know) but she doesn’t seem to get that. I can brag, because it’s not my biology, that she really is a beautiful child and that it would be almost impossible to make her look bad. Though she’s trying, between cutting off chunks of her hair in the middle of the top of her head and picking at a sore in her face constantly and making so that the only practical thing we can do is buy her the $19 glasses at walmart. Oh wait…you mean the “awful” glasses that look so cute on her I”m looking for a pair? Yes those. LMAO. So I’m thinking Winona Ryder-ish for her, but I’m not sure which one. We have this, this, I don’t know…Alyssa Milano apparently pixied too…

I’m sure someone out there is going to think I’m awful, but if your kid was methodically cutting off all her hair secretly (and can we talk about whether this is a child who should be playing with scissors without adult supervision?), as well as rolling her head on her pillow at night so that she wakes up to a tangle that takes no less than 15 minutes of the least gentle brushing to get out, you might take drastic measures too. I do not have and will not make time for her hair drama when we need to focus on things that actually matter in the larger scheme of life. Like whether I should add some yellow paint to the color scheme downstairs in the kids room. And whether I should pick a design scheme for my studio or just let things happen, you know…artsy eclectic. Whether I should wallpaper a wall in the studio with old patterns. Pretty much anything. Except a 9 year olds self created hair drama.

Okay

I know I do a lot of photo posts which don’t have a ton of substance in terms of updates, etc.

*we still have thrush
*Mags, shockingly, doesn’t feel she should have to sleep in any way conventional for babies. This includes in the co-sleeper, bassinet, boppy, frankly, on her back. Desired ways of sleeping include balled up on our shoulder while we recline on pillows (like a 45 degree angle, and none of this lazy shit, she must have her head ON the shoulder with her feet not touching the belly), curled up side-lying in mama’s belly/bosom region with head actually resting ON the boob OR lying belly and face down in a soft matress, preferably with blanket over her head. Right. We’re working on it. I live in fear.
*Thaddeus has started waking up about 3 times per night demanding “mama” very loudly. We’re about an inch away from me taking the bed with the kids and Toddo sleeping on the flimsy kids twin. I’m just loathe to give up the “progress” of Thaddeus being in his own bed. Well, and if I sleep between the two kids that puts Mags on the edge, ack.
*Maggie has a time of night (about 7-8 pm) where she demands to be nursed, but is very angry at the boob for providing milk. She spits out the pacifier, trust me I’ve tried and will KEEP trying it. She basically fusses no matter what. It sucks because it makes me feel inadequate and I may as well tell you now Mags, I like to at least pretend I know what I’m doing. Since you all seem to know me fairly well you’ll understand that it’s not an option to just call it fussy time and let it go. So…colic carry, burping, bouncy chair, swing, sling, boob, paci…anything I haven’t tried? I’m open.
*We’re cloth diapering. Or I am. I think potentially Toddo wants a lesson? I don’t know, I just know he’s not scared of a cloth diaper but reaches for the sposies for her. I suppose I have to communicate and all.
*I am remarkably peaceful this week and I don’t know if I should feel bad about that.
*I want a workout video. I know. Nuts.
*We finally replaced the TV in our living room. We have a new TV that Toddo is very happy with and frankly I thought the kids would be more impressed. I guess it would do to say Thomas is almost as big as Thaddeus. It’s pretty and keeps me out in the living room later than ever before. I can see Justin Timberlake very large in his cameo in the new Nelly Furtado video and it makes me happy LMAO.
*There is a drywaller here for an estimate on finishing the plaster in the room downstairs. This will make it happen sooner and I think Toddo and I agree that the cost vs. vacation time factor is sufficient.
*We are playing electrician games again. He has to come out and finish the outlets that he started before we finished drywalling. I hate this man. HATE.
*I miss my bitches LMAO.
*I’m going to try to take my first walk with the two youngers today. Wish me luck.
*My mom is turning 60 next week and the drama has already started.
*I think there will be a whole separate entry on my mother, it’s about time LOL.

Tourists

Canteen Sweater

Well, at least I know, where ever she is at Wal-camp…her water is cozy and warm.

Okay, for real, wool will absorb the condensation and keep the water cool.

Mommeeeee….Paris Hilton touched my tofu dog!

Unlike “real” hot dogs, you cannot boil your tofu dog, nurse a child for 20 minutes while leaving said tofu dog in the warm water, and come back to a still warm and edible dog. Well, I mean, the kids ate them, but I didn’t.

It’s 3:25 am, MAY 9th

Note: I wrote this the night before, and have just decided to share it. FWIW, this is where I was that night.

What I’ll do is instead of wondering why oh why we felt the need to mess with things, and obsess about how we had the perfect little baby experience, culminating in the perfect little boy for us, is blame you. I woke up this morning and looked over at you sleeping and despite all my bitching crawled in bed with you. It is your fault. You are so perfect in every way for me that I was arrogant enough to think “well maybe we can do this again and have twice the joy”. I hope that we are giving you a gift. Your father thinks very fondly of his sister and maybe that is what you will have. Maybe a team mate against your father and I. I just hope you never ever think that you were not enough, requiring us to try again. You are so much joy to us, that we selfishly want more.

I’m guessing these are normal things to think, about adding another. It’s extra traumatic when I think about leaving you alone (without me) for the first time in your life in order to do this. I will be leaving like it’s no big deal, like we’re just running to Target, but know that I already miss you. I have already expressed several times to Toddo that I will need to see you at least once a day. I can’t stop saying it really.

For my soon to be adding a sibling friends, it’s not really that bad, just a little nag. This whole pre-planned thing, with all it’s bonuses, allows you a lot of time to think about how you feel. Last night was filled with talk about the baby. I hope that was the right thing to do. We didn’t read our books or anything, just talk about the bassinet and how it was for the baby and how the baby was going to come out of mommy tomorrow. “more-o?” Yes, tomorrow. LOL, yes, Thaddeus, tomorrow your life will never be the same. Nurse now or forever wait your turn. It’s going to be good. Your first will always be special right?

I hope you don’t laugh too hard at me ladies, obviously it’s 3 whatever in the morning, I didn’t sleep until about 11pm, haven’t had water since midnight and am already sleep deprived and dehydrated. I won’t have coffee this morning, which is small trade off for a little girl, eh? I don’t usually get this sappy so cut me some slack.

For the ladies that have supported me through this pregnancy, I can’t thank you enough and I will carry your strong positive thoughts into the OR with me, a circle of support I didn’t really have last time. It’s been vital and I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like I can thank you enough.

Magdalena, it’ll be nice to meet you.

I’m off to take a shower. This is such a surreal event. Okay wait…even more surreal since I’m sitting butt naked on the bed typing by the light of the laptop and what do I hear? A knock at my open door, Mom just letting me know she’s up. Right. Don’t mind me…I’m just here in my PRIVATE BEDROOM having a PRIVATE MOMENT and all. Walk right in. LMAO. Off to shower and go have my baby!

As always

Bonnie at Holden’s Landing with the Knitteds and Fitteds Congo blows me away with the cute fabrics she finds that I’ve never seen before. I’d really like this, and I’m quite heavily tempted by it. It’s so hard to make pricey diaper decisions about small diapers. I guess if I got it it would have to be a medium to justify the cost right? Or just find the fabric. I think I’d rather find the fabric. Feel free to let me know that this is the most boring post ever LOL.

So sad.

So sad and alone feeling that not this (and I loves me a good scroll down fug) or even the thought of all the PETA people and what they will say to Dooce about this gave me so much as a giggle. Time to call the doc? No. Time to test market those lovely golf club suppositories I’ve been talking up for years.

Can I brag?

About the quiet son. He took a sewing class and brought these home.

Stuffed initials, a bobbin bag, a pin cushion and an apron. They threw in a generic sports day award just to make me beam with pride. Don’t scoff, he had to trigger a button that made the machinery go…electric scissors, sewing machine etc, so he really really did participate. Yay Var!!

Pardon our mirror

Thaddeus likes to put his wet sloppy hands all over it and you know what? I’m on mirror cleaning strike.

Anyhoo…I made a sling for Magdalina and I to enjoy…this is it. I’m fairly happy with it. I really like the material, and I guess that matters a lot. She sleeps in it and is generally very happy in it, which is what matters most, right? Yay.

Pardon the “Little House on the Prarie” nightie, it’s comfy and buttons down the front for easy access LOL.