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Thursday, 30 October 2008
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Let's play a game, shall we?
It's called, Guess what the hay this is.Ready? GO!
I'll give you a hint. SOMEONE
will be wiping her booty for a long time with this stuff. SIGH
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
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Toddler appetites.
I don't quite understand the mechanics behind this. One day they are ravenous and will eat literally anything. Two bowls of cereal? Check! Day old rice with egg? Check! Leftover pizza crust from the garbage? Check!
Yesterday I made a huge pot of oatmeal and mixed in a ton of brown sugar and butter. Both kids ate all their oatmeal and Oliver actually had two bowls. Egads, the fiber! So healthy! But then, this morning I warmed up some oatmeal and immediately Oliver started whining. When I put it on front of him, he started to cry. He acted like I was offering him a bowl of molten hot lava. Seriously. WHAT? So I dismissed him from the table and he never ate breakfast. Oh well!
Around 11, I figured I'd offer him some leftover pasta with sausage. Sausage! 'Tis the magic word, right? Yeah, no. He again refused to eat even a bite. Then the kids were whining for cereal, so I gave them dry Golden Grahams in a bowl. Then Oliver started to cry. AGAIN. You might have thought I was offering him a bowl of wood chips.
They say kids will eat when they're hungry, so I won't worry too much about it but it annoys me A. LOT. when I go to the trouble to prepare a meal that no one eats. What's worse is when they actually complain about it. GRRRR. And then, what ends up happening is that I eat all of the food myself.
Man, maybe I shouldn't have packed away my maternity jeans....
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
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A couple weeks ago, my parents went down to CA for a wedding and brought back gifts for the kids.
Backpacks and hats! Perfect!
Here they are wearing their gear while watching TV. Yes, TV. Remember the TV rule that I set? Well, SCREW THAT. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Desperate, people. Desperate.
OOH. TV. AMAZING. OOH
*both children stare at tv, mesmerized, while mom runs off to hide in office*
The next day. Same position. Same stare. Same clothes!
Oh, I'm kidding. It was only 8 hours later. HEH.
This one has a shorter attention span. He only sat there for 7 hours. Again, kidding. Sheesh!
He kept saying he was going to "Skooh! Skooh!" (school, for the one of you who actually ever understands what he says)
This kid is getting huge! Here he is after a satisfactory feeding
Please, Ma! No more pictures! I'm shy!
I took this picture right after she told me, "Put your camera down, Mommy!"
Thursday, 23 October 2008
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Who looks like John Bang?
I DO, I DO!
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Update:
Baby Wesley (Or as Evelyn would say, Wezelee) is 8 weeks old and 11 lbs 13 oz. 50% in everything. Not bad, eh? My boobs must get all the credit, though.
You only get pics of the baby because he's the only one not getting on my nerves. Kidding... uh... yeah.
I'm just too lazy to chase the other two around for a decent picture.
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Update #2:
I am no longer in maternity jeans. Whoo! Sure, the "normal" jeans I am wearing are two sizes bigger than normal but at least there's no maternity waistband! And let's not even talk about the overhang. Can you say Costco sized muffin top? But alas, no stretchy waistband. Goodbye, elastic waist jeans. See you at Thanksgiving. Heh.
The jeans will be going in the "clothes to burn" pile, along with my ancient nursing
kitebra and my bleach stained sweats. I hear Lisa breathing a sigh of relief, for those sweats bring her much disgust. Hee
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