Tonight I was supposed to go to a bingo birthday party at Tortilla Flats. It’s a traditon, we’ve gone for five years and our table has never won. This, our sixth year anniversary was going to be our year. But babyblogger had a virus and I needed to be home. I felt bad but once I got home I was glad to deal with his horrendous diaper rash, running nose and upset tummy myself. And after I put babyblogger to bed preschool blogger and I got to hang out. Fatherblogger is away on business (and if this storm keeps up I’m afraid he’ll never get home) so I let him stay up late Read the rest of this entry »

The other day we all went to visit grandparentbloggers and swim in their pool. At dinner, preschoolblogge who was very happy to be eating his pasta in the buff started to twist aroudn his chair. He kept bending over, reaching really really hard to bend all the way over his groin. I asked him what he was trying to do, having some suspicion and he said, “I’m trying to bite it.”

Oh, ok, just not at the table dear.

The other morning after successfully sleep training babyblogger I brought him into my bed to snuggle while I gave him a bottle. He was in a happy, smiling mood and after the bottle I let him sit on my belly and gurgled at him. He gurgled back and then threw up in my face.

In a daze trying to sleep train babyblogger,  preschoolblogger wakes up and needs to use the loo. I lead him to the bathroom and help him take off his nighttime diaper. I notice he’s made a small poop and I dispose of it and help him wipe himself and send him back to bed. Afterwards, I use the bathroom and notice it still smells, but am too tired to deal. The next moring I wake up and there is a poop the size of a stapler on the floor clearly, that was the main event from the night before.

Ok I did it, I put babyblogger in a dress. And I know you’re all thinking she’s crazy, save the photos for therapy, blahblahblah. But admit it, he is the most adorable girl. Just a beautiful adorable girl. Suddenly the tough, bruiser of a boy is dainty, almost coy. And my mother and I just swooned! And no, I’m not going to do it again, in fact I purposely left this dress (once mine) and the others at her home to avoid temptation. And yes, I believe he’s my baby (aka my plaything) during the baby year and this is when I can do it to him and that’s that.
See, so pretty. So very very pretty.

I’m still reeling from having missed the Jonathan Adler sample sale. Apparently, they had the green Chinese chairs I’ve been coveting for only $50! (without cushions). Normally, I think sample sales are the magazine editors fashion-forward version of Costco, you overspend on a lot of stuff you wouldn’t normally think you need. But this was the real thing. And I was lamenting and daydreaming at the same time outloud to fatherblogger about what I would have bought. While chatting we noticed that a cute spindly sidetable we have was broken. Babyblogger has made a habit of knocking it over. Fatherblogger looked at the table and said, honey, I’ll buy you nice furniture when babyblogger is old enough to be yelled at.

Its amazing to me that these three fairly gross things could happen to me in one day.

7:53 am. Babyblogger crawls into the kitchen and reaches for the dog food before I can stop him. I see him put a soggy old piece of kibble in his mouth so I run over and shove my finger into his mouth and in doing so almost bang his head against a kitchen cabinet. If I kept groping for it in his mouth his head would have tipped backover and hurt himself so I backed off and he ate the dog food. Read the rest of this entry »

The other day I made a terrible mistake. After pre-K-blogger pooped on the potty I accidentally flushed it. And as soon as the water rushed in to whisk his poop away, he freaked out, “I wanted to flush my poop. I wanted to flush.” It was made all the more worse because I copped to my mistake and he carried on with his rant for about 7 minutes. Tired of the pre-K-blogger antics, fatherblogger cut off a piece of chocolate cake I had recently baked and plopped it in the toilet. ” pre-K-blogger, come quick, I think some poop floated back.” And sure enough we all went to see and there was a perfectly triangular piece of cake (with vanilla frosting) in the toilet. pre-K-blogger flushed happily and the whining stopped.