Clowns in a Car

My Hubby's "One and Only" (no I'm not referring to myself - I am THE One and Only, there's a difference) has made the long adventurous trek to The Last Frontier. And man was he crazy! He made the trip from Georgia to Alaska in an Old-ASS suburban that he bought on Ebay, packed his brave wife and four children in it and drove it up here. When we saw what he drove we were amazed that we hadn't needed to rescue him somewhere in the Yukon. It's a miracle!

And speaking of crazy, did I mention that we invited them all to stay here? Yep, that's right folks, we fit four adults, two infants, and four children from ages 5 down to stay in our 800 square foot home. That's 10 humans in a tiny space. Thankfully we have a rockin' tiny space and they're super cool, so we all had a great time (although I can only speak for myself and hubby).

We're going to bombard them next weekend and check out all the craziness and happenings in Anchor Point. Partay!

I need to also say that my kid is FAT! FAT FAT FAT! One&Only's youngest is a darling 3 month old girl who Junior could eat for lunch. She's so dainty and sweet and he's such a chunk. He's half her age and already as big as her although more in width than length. It's hysterical.

I'm sorry I'm slow on the posts! Life has been pretty blah except for clown car living for the last couple of days. Hubby goes back to work full time on Monday, so my relaxation is over (sniff sniff), but thankfully Hockey season starts up soon and we'll have something to do on those cold boring nights. Then I can get on here and blog about hot, stinky hockey players! WAHOO! Here we go ACES!

Blegh

I've spent the past few days with the strangest ailment. And I've had all sorts of different diagnosis opinions given. From the flu to detoxification. I would get nauseous, then chills (no fever though), then a ripping huge headache. But once I took ibuprofen it would all go away after an hour or so. Then the sweating would start.

I woke up feeling fine this morning so I'm hoping it's all over. There's a possibility it could have been Mastitis even though I don't have any redness. My left boob is MAD! I'm not sure what I did to make it so mad, but I'm trying to heat pack it out. I'm hoping to stops hurting at some point.

I think I'm done whining now. I just had to update because I've been mia for a few days.

Another update: Booger's hair has grown on me and I'm no longer a sobbing freak about it. It's actually cute! Imagine that!

First Maternal Regret

Most mothers say that they will never cut their daughter's hair. I'm one of them. Even when I'm pressured from people that she looks wild I still didn't want to risk it looking stupid. But when Hubby makes mention that she's starting to look a little street urchin-like, and you've recently seen your friend's kid with a cute cut you tend to get confused and make irrational decisions.

This wasn't Booger's first time under the scissors, but it was the first time she got an actual haircut and not just a trim. I put a little bit of thought into it before we left, but if overthought I would chicken out. So I said the word "bangs" and spent the rest of the afternoon crying about how stupid I was.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?

Let me just say that I think my daughter is beautiful no matter what and that it doesn't matter what her hair looks like. But the change was traumatizing. I didn't even understand why I never wanted to cut her hair. Now I understand - it's to avoid the sobbing. Not hers, mine!

She looks adorable (as you can see on my flickr link) but still...bangs and 2 year olds are not cohesive. And I tried very hard to communicate when I said "bangs" that I meant wispy, not solid block across the forehead. But as the cut went on it turned into that, and I don't know if it was avoidable. sigh...thank goodness hair grows huh?

My Son

My son!


OOPS! I apologize. This is my son:

Not much difference I suppose! :)

Long Day Post Night Terrors

I think yesterday was the longest day I've ever had. Booger's night terrors continued into her waking hours. I've never seen anyone cry that way before. It wasn't crying, or screaming, or wailing...it was raging. Raging about anything and everything. Fun stuff!

But! After 14 hours of sleep I seem to have regained my daughter - still a two year old, but my daughter nonetheless. Junior also had a four hour sleeping spree - YIPPEE for me! I actually had a four hour stretch.

I have evidence of his voracious appetite now that we've weighed him. He was 7 lbs at birth, but went down to 6 lbs 9 oz within the week. So from 6.9 he's gained 4 lbs 5 oz. in 3 weeks! THREE WEEKS! I suppose his third chin should have been evidence, but DAMN!

And, due to the diaper rash that won't leave and his colic I'm now wheat free. The Dr. (which you all know I adore) said that Soy probably isn't a culprit because I really don't have that much in my diet. Since I've already cut out dairy and eggs, there really isn't much else left. So on top of the dairy and eggs I'm now wheat free. Honestly, if my ass doesn't melt off with this diet then I don't know how else to lose weight! LOL!

BTW - apparently butter doesn't cause allergy issues because it's the fat of the milk, not the protein and caseine. WAHOO! Buttered sprouted grain toast - here I come!

Too Damn Early

We've hardly gotten any sleep since 1 AM due to the swinging pendelum of crying children. One starts *swing* the other one starts. Fun stuff. Booger woke up wailing and wouldn't stop. Hubby (after many attempts on both our parts) finally got her to say that she was scared of the airplanes. We can pat ourselves on the back for that one - the Airshow was apparently a bad move.

So we brought her to bed and then Junior started fussing. If he wasn't gassy then he was rattling in his nose and the back of his throat. And of course the nose syringe wouldn't move any of it.

So Hubby is sleeping for a mere 30 minutes as we speak and I'm about to find some food so that I can feel halfway human.

Oh, and on top of Booger being sick I'm coming down with it too. YAY!

Daddy/Hubby is ALWAYS Right!

I have been told that I'd "better blog about this one", so here I am.

Hubby has been coming home early this week to help me out at home, which is awesome. I normally have lunch ready when he comes home but last night was a long night of screaming Junior and a long morning of screaming Booger making me much less interested in actual cooking. So I decided we would take a little adventurous trip to the McDonalds Playland. Hubby was not so thrilled with that idea.

Why, you ask? Because they are disgusting festering pools of germs and trailer trash that our child doesn't need to come in contact with. At least that's what he thinks. However, me being the voice of reason and intelligence in the home I won the arguement and said there was nothing to worry about. That I see mom's with kids just like me in there all of the time. So we went.

We were pretty much done eating our lunch when a group of kids we were in there with yelled down to their Mom that there was Poop in the playland. Yes, POOP! Someone (child or otherwise) actually took their own feces and placed it (or smeared it, we'll never know) in the Burger King Playland.

Needless to say, Hubby is feeling quite vindicated this afternoon and I have been knocked off of my "Voice of Reason" throne. Thank goodness Booger was crabby and didn't want to climb up inside to play!

Baby Blues

I don't really remember feeling the so called "baby blues" with booger. Mainly, I think because I was already stressed with her crying all of the time and trying to make her feel better. We were already so keyed up about having a baby that maybe the excitement just pushed me through the hormonal humps. I'm not denying I didn't cry and have ups and downs I just don't remember feeling this way.

It's so much harder than I thought it would be to try and divide myself between two kids. I was so sad for Booger at first and then I started getting annoyed that she needed my attention. I so wanted Junior to have the same amount of undivided attention and bonding that she had, but she kept getting in the way. Which of course, made me feel even worse because only one week earlier she was the most perfect creature on earth. Even the terrible two's weren't making her look any less attractive.

And Junior has annoyed me because just when I get a chance to redeem myself in Booger's eyes he gets hungry. Why does this kid have to eat all of the time? And why is he starting to get so attached to me that I can't lay him down to sleep? He slept great on his own last week. GGGRRRRR!

Add sleep deprivation and hormones on top of that and you've got one blue mama.

OH! and to top it off (and no I'm not blaming anyone but myself for this) he has allergies. I figured Dairy and Eggs. Not an easy thing to cut off, but I did it with booger, so I can do with for Junior. But NOOOO this kid has the worst gas ever. At 2 AM it's so bad that he won't nurse, so I end up getting even less sleep. So I'm going to try and see this week what it might be by cutting out the following foods: Dairy, Eggs, Chocolate, Caffeine, Soy and Wheat. Yes folks...I will be eating cardboard. Cardboard covered in SUGAR!

I self medicated my lack of ice cream and cookies tonight by buying a bag of gummi worms and root beer. I'm thoroughly sugared. Thank god. I thought I might die otherwise.