Computer Illiterate

So my new url worked and now it doesn't. And taking care of two children and my house and trying to start a business seem to be taking all of my computer literacy time. So one day I'll get it back up. I apologize for the confusion for those of you who were so excited to see www.ambutt.com. Really, it looks exactly the same as this, I just made an impulse decision and it's now bitten me in the ambutt!

In the meantime let's talk about diapers. I just ordered the most awesome hemp fleece and hemp french terry. I wish I had done it sooner. It's soft and heavy and thin enough to make really trim diapers with great bacteria properties. I'm very excited. Pathetic huh? I get excited about poop catchers.

(kind of like "hammer pants" - my dad called them all day poopers) Ha Ha!

Booger has discovered the undersea world of Ariel. We watched it twice the other day. Hubby tried to convince me that the second time we could sneak another video under the wire, like Dora, or Baby Einstein. He melted from my death glare. I would rather watch The Little Mermaid a hundred times than hear the Dora song, "Bridge, Moutain, Gooey Geyser". Trust me, enough of that and you go a little nuts.

Junior is officially teething. But not his middle bottom teeth but the next two out. pretty cute if he doesn't have any front teeth. He was fairly fussy, but a little teething gel and he was like a rag doll.

He's been a very easy baby. So easy that I've been feeling like maybe he could sleep by himself. Like he was the one that might have a problem not sleeping with me. Boy was a wrong and sad. I set up the playpen in our room last night and laid him in it and quickly realized that I did not like him being separated from me. I made myself get into bed anyway. But within 5 minutes he was awake and when I tried to soothe him back to sleep his just glared at me and screamed louder. So I picked him up and made us both happy.

Merry Christmas!

So many things....

Everyday I think about something I want to blog about. Something BIG something INTERESTING. and then I find the two seconds I have to sit down and not only can I not remember those big interesting things, but if I do, they're too involved to write about for two seconds.

I'm done with my mini-rant now.

Last night I was searching for pictures on our computer and I was looking through pictures of booger. It's not that I've forgotten about those pictures or what she looked like, but I really didn't connect with the memories of her at that age. "That age" was only one year ago. And she was a totally different being. A baby still. She was still nursing. She wasn't really talking. She was still signing "banana" when she was hungry.

Yesterday we were standing in line at Wal-Mart (I loath that place!) and she said very matter-of-fact as she pointed at the McDonalds, "Mama, I need to go over there and have lunch now." She knew what it was, what she wanted, and knew the best way to ask. It was freaky.

On the other hand, she still requires 10 minutes of rituals before she'll go to sleep. There's the protest cry where she won't say goodnight. Then she hits acceptance and wants kisses and hugs from everyone. Then if she doesn't throw a fit in bed and start the previous processes over she gets fluffed (tucked in), gets her baby dolls, her binky, twinkle star sung to her and a Princess Booger story.

Sometimes that process works, but if you deviate from it at all you will fail.

Gotta go make sausage now, or I might have a tantrum on my hands. And Junior is so sensitive that he cries every time booger cries. sigh....

Babies Are Funny

So many funny things about baby. If they weren't adorable, cuddly and funny we'd never have them. Especially when they morph into a toddler. It's like having a mosquito in your ear. At least mine is.

My favorite funny baby accessory is the Pee Pee Tee Pee. How great is this? So far every person (I think) that's changed him has gotten sprayed. My favorite was when my doctor got sprayed in the face. I've been very fortunate though to not have him explode poop all over me.

Booger's best changing table move was the "firehose" from her bum. As you lifted her legs to wipe her bottom she would spray poo three feet away from her body. The table, nearest wall, and your arm would be covered in it. Instinctively you try to plug the hole, only to find that he pressure is too great and you've covered everything above her bottom including both of your faces. Fun times.

Booger is also showing her authority in the house by trying to copy mine of course. You all read about my lack of patience (maturity) recently, and my daughter was apparently listening. Yesterday I was scolding her for something small and insignificant (which is why she wasn't in trouble for her response) when she decided she was going to declare how she really felt. She stood in the doorway of my bedroom, put her hands at her sides and said, "Mommy! Mommy, I. don't. care."

I said, "What?"

"Mommy, I don't care!", this time with less authority and a little more lighthearted sass.

She immediately realized she'd stumbled onto something that I found entertaining and proceeded to turn it into a defiant song. So I called Hubby at work to have him listen. It was hilarious.

The sad part is that she learned it from her own mother. When she starts telling me things over and over and over and over and over I eventually respond with a very snobby and immature, "I don't care". It never works.

Duh!

Tipping the Scales

And I'm not talking about my fat ass! Hubby and I balance each other out so well it's freaky. The other day everything drove him crazy, especially the kids. And I was little miss cool. Today I've found myself spanking booger. Only one little pat on the bottom (cloth diapered mind you) and for nothing major. I just wanted her to STOP!

Stop talking. Stop pushing. Stop climbing. Stop stop stop.

Some people (including hubby) would not approve of me talking about this online because they think it might give cause to someone to turn me in for child abuse. I'm going against their better judgement because I think it's more important to show that it's normal.

My daughter never stops talking. Unless she's asleep. And even then, she talks in her sleep. So in order to stay sane I start ignoring her. I hate ignoring her. I try so hard to stay engaged with my children. But after she's repeated herself 10 times and I can't seem to be creative enough to get her to talk about something else I get really really irritated and find myself being snotty hoping that she'll pick up on my subtle "can't you tell I don't care" voice.

It doesn't work. But you probably knew that and are laughing at me trying to be sarcastic with a toddler. It just makes me want to cry.

Why would I want to treat her with such disrespect - even if she doesn't get it? AAAHGGGHHHH! She's just doing what she does.

I think it's time to refocus. When she gets in the way of me being productive I get bitchy. So no more productivity today unless she's totally distracted. yay for me.

sigh...time to have a good cry and start today over (even though it's afternoon).

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?