We’re having a . . .
GIRL!!I am so excited. I was really, really hoping for a girl. Otherwise, we were going to have some space issues with three boys in one room! I have an ultrasound scheduled for December, but I just couldn't wait to find out. So I called one of those strip-mall ultrasound places this afternoon, and they got me in at 6:30pm! We took the kids in their pj's and watched our little girl doing sommersaults on the screen. It was so cute. Until the tech announced it was a girl -- Jafta was NOT pleased. . . .
Best Buddies
We're home. We had a great trip. I've gots pictures and stories to post, but for now I'm gonna focus on reconnecting with my little cuties, who I missed like crazy while I was gone. I think they missed me too . . . but they sure had a fun time while we were gone. They couldn't stop talking about ice cream with Grandma and Grandpa and their slumber party with cousin Tanner.I love how close my kids are becoming, and it seems like they were just happy to be together and be with family this . . .
Seven Superheroes and the Cheerleader
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I Think I Just French-Kissed My Daughter
After I put India down for bed, the house was quiet. But then I heard a sudden scream from her room, and she started bawling. I rushed in to see what was wrong, and she told me she got a boo-boo on her tongue. I'm assuming she bit her tongue. She was really upset, and really crying. I tried to comfort her, but the way I usually assuage a boo-boo is to kiss it.She hadn't forgotten.India came at me with her tongue sticking straight out of her mouth. "Kiss it, mommy, kiss it!"And I did. I . . .
Surrendering to Looking Stupid, Part 2
I wrote about my own surrender to looking stupid a few months ago. Lately, I am realizing that this theory must apply to my children as well. Okay, let me try to circumvent any nasty comments by saying this: I don't think my kids ever look stupid.But . . .sometimes the choices they make are just not my choices. And sometimes their fashion sense just doesn't make any sense.I've mentioned my disdain for character clothing, and my loathing of crocs. And yet, for some reason, these two items seem to . . .
the “good friend with questionable parents” dilemma
When I was a kid, one of my best friends lived down the street from me. Her parents were free-thinking hippies, and one night at the beginning of our friendship my mom let me spend the night there. The house was full of incense and, ahem, some other smokey smells. The dad spent the evening in a daze, painting a picture of a topless woman under a rainbow. The mom let us watch an adult romantic comedy with a racy shower scene. My friend's teenage sister arrived home drunk out of her mind, and the . . .
Every Man For Himself
I mentioned before how my kids have started putting on shows that don't really go anywhere. The good news is that they have added a wee bit of actual content to the shows, instead of just setting up chairs and doing nothing. India is trying to sing a song. Jafta . . . well, I'm not totally sure what Jafta is doing here. I think he's pretending to make the sounds of a bass guitar. But then he uses the remote as a violin bow? Hmmm.I think they need to collaborate a little. They are upstaging each . . .
And on top of it all, guilt
Still miserable. Still sick. Nausea and fatigue are at an all-time high this week. I've joked about how it has affected my parenting. I'm not really joking anymore. It's bad.I've always been a "get things done" kind of girl, and spending weeks not really accomplishing anything is difficult for me. Sitting at home on the couch, in view of my completely trashed living room, is torturous. Having my kids go stir-crazy and ask to go somewhere every 5 minutes is making me feel bad, for them and . . .
My Day So Far
It's only 2pm, and wow, it's been a doozy so far.This morning starting with both kids waking up early. Insanely early. My solution to this was to put on Sesame Street, give them both a smoothie, and go back to bed. Responsible parenthood at its finest. I thought I would just doze for a few minutes, but I awoke to India (my alomst-2-wear-old) screaming at Jafta because he turned off the tv during the ending credits to Sesame Street. This was my first indication that I was in trouble. Sesame . . .
A Carefree, Gay Joyride
Mark's mom went on a trip this week, and she parked her car at our house. She drives a powder-blue VW convertible bug. Mark thought it would be really fun to take the kids for a little spin on Saturday morning with the top down. It was a great day, the sun was shining, and the kids were excited. Until . . .Mark rounded the corner by our house, where four teenage boys were standing at the curb waiting for a bus. Apparently, they formed a quick opinion of Mark for driving such a feminine car, and . . .
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