Assorted Goodies

This is one of those moments where I have a lot of little stories to tell without one main theme, so think of it as reading a book of short stories or something.

*I haven’t taken pictures in a long time. Not even with our fancy Canon Rebel XT. I am not sure why. I just don’t have the love for it right now. There have been plenty of moments that are photo-worthy, but maybe I just don’t have the energy to dash for the camera to try to catch them. I’d make a bad paparazzo.

*Which reminds me. Oh, Anna. You were so outrageous. If I wasn’t so bored by your drugged-up puppet thing, I would have paid more attention. I feel so bad for your baby. She was probably doomed to begin with, but she didn’t deserve to lose her mother.

*The diarrhea has gone away, thank goodness. DayLady (the daycare lady) called me at work to ask me if she could put some corn starch in Kyle’s yogurt because that would help make him better. I said yes, because, how can that hurt? I don’t know if that worked but he was better after 2 days. I’m not complaining. I wasn’t really relishing the pooped-out outfits going straight into a hot wash load and wasting all that laundry space.

*Stewart played with Kyle this morning and let me take a nap from 10:45 to 12:15. I feel so very much better, and Kyle is now sleeping. I have to finish here soon, or I’ll never get to take a shower.

*I felt so much better because before the nap I was cranky and tired, because last night I had a hard time sleeping. The Peanut has been stomping on my intestines and also? I think I’m having Braxton Hicks contractions. I don’t remember feeling these with Kyle, so I’m not sure. When they happen, my belly feels really heavy and tight and it seems like the Peanut’s gonna bust right out the front of it. It’s worse if I’m standing up.

THIRTY WEEKS, TOMORROW. Peanut’s ETA = T-minus 10 weeks. I can’t tell if I’m excited or terrified. They feel the same.

*Meanwhile, Kyle is 22 months old today. Seriously, how did that happen? We all went to the park this morning early for dog obedience class. Stew stayed with the dog and I hung out with Kyle in the play area. He is starting to think he’s a big kid, wanting to do everything himself and trying to climb on things he has no business looking at, in my opinion. But true to the terrible twos, he also erupts in instant frustrated screaming if he does not get his way RIGHT THE F*CK NOW, PEOPLE! Before my nap I was totally over it and stuck him in his crib to deal with himself after he poured an entire travel mug of coffee all over our beautiful front hall table and the expensive books on its shelf. He cried in his room while I complained about him as I sopped up the coffee with the last (of course) of the paper towels, whining “WHY can’t we have anything nice, ever?!” Once both of us calmed down, we washed hands and had a snack.

*Then, like I said, my nap made me feel a lot better. So when he wakes up we’re going to a playdate with our friends Claudia and Marcus. Claudia is one of the Mommy Mafia and the first to have her second child. His name is Michael and he was born 6 weeks early but is totally healthy. I waited until after his due date to beg to come see him. I even made her family a pot of chili (I do smell like onions, yes). Maybe seeing and holding the baby will make me excited about having another one of my own instead of terrified of having 2.

*After reading back this post, I’ve decided to take the camera out of the bag and put it in a central place, ready to go. This blog needs more pictures.