Baby C

Baby C is my 1 year old daughter. She is something else... quiet, observant; so far the opposite of my son. The one thing that really stands out as there difference is her iron bowels. lol. I'm pretty sure she entered some sort of pooping marathon because this is the 2nd night in a row she woke up in the middle of the night and pooped everywhere. Of course she required a bath in the middle of the night which is always fun. Then this morning when I got her out of bed the lights were out and I went to change her diaper and I stuck my hand in...wait for it...POOP! Ugh...its all this kid does! She already pooped again this morning and its only 8 am. I suspect this will be a long day. Maybe she is trying to poop more today than she did yesterday?!? Like I said, she is on a marathon. I'm such a lucky mama!
--Mama

Busy Busy Mama!

I haven't posted in awhile...but its not my fault. Its my kids faults because they have been sick. It started with the stomach flu and moved to colds. Since I last posted Charlotte got some teeth and had a birthday. She's now officially one. She also still doesn't know what "No" means and my glasses are completely bent because of it.

This morning was something else though so prepare yourself for this next paragraph because if you have a weak stomach you probably shouldn't continue...

I was very excited when I woke up this morning because Charlotte had slept through the night...or so I thought. When Charlotte woke up 10 mins. after I got up I started walking to her room and knew it was going to be bad because it smelled like poop before I even made it there. When I put her on the changing table I opened her pajamas and out flew two little poop nuggets at me. Awesome. Upon further inspection I noticed brown fuzzies down her legs and feet (she was wearing brown fleece like pjs). Oh wait, they were not fuzzies. Shit! Furthermore, there were chunks up her back halfway. While trying to figure out what the heck I was going to do my friend knocked on the door to drop off her son who I was scheduled to babysit. What now? I have a poopy baby I am not carrying to my front door... I decided to lift her by her hands--bad mama--and put her on the floor and let her walk to the front door. I let them in and run to the bathroom to start water for a bath. Upon washing/scrubbing I realize the poor girl has diaper rash on her back because the poop is dried on :o( Poor girl.

Turns out my speaker was on low. Needless to say I will be extremely diligent from here on out checking the volume settings before I go to bed to ensure I don't wake up to THAT ever again.
--Mama

Thank God for Cars...

So it seems that the only way to get my son to take a nap these days is with a car ride. I feel like I have a colicky infant, but no, I have a 2 year old. Might as well be a colicky infant with the tantrums I put up with lately. Today he had the audacity to tell me "No" when I asked him to do something. I thought this stuff didn't start until he was in his Bossy 3's. Shows what I know.
But I digress. So lately I long for the car rides that give me a little piece of heaven: Silence. I can actually think! But usually I'm jamming to Lady Gaga and Britney Spears--my taste in music is inpeccable and I dare you to question me. It reminds me of being in high school where driving around in your car dancing to Britney Spears was cool--or maybe I just thought it was cool. And looking like a fool? ::gasp:: Never! Actually, thinking about all of this makes me excited for the days when my son is in high school and I'm still jamming to Britney Spears when I drop him off. lol. Poor thing.
So basically, this is what I've spent the past two days doing. Driving. And its been excellent. Really excellent. Even if I am wasting so much gas I am single-handedly destroying the ozone one mile at a time. Silence makes it all worth it...
--Mama

Why I'm Starting This Blog...

I've been a mother now for two years. When I had my firstborn, X, a boy, I was an uptight, scared, protective mother. My instincts were always right on...except for the fact that he was eating babyfood still at a year old!
After a difficult 2nd pregnancy that included 20 weeks of bedrest and a daughter, C, born at 33 weeks I've become much more lax. Many people don't know this--probably because they're not stupid enough to have kids 14 months apart--but having two kids so close together is hard.
My daughter is now 10 months and on the verge of walking while my son just hit his terrible two's. Excuse my French but shit's about to hit the fan!
Enjoy some laughs on my behalf.
--Mama