Branwen is trying to kill me too, I think. Her method is leaning more toward "heart attack" rather than "sleep deprivation" Iyana was more of a never sleep kinda girl, but if you told her no about something she more or less did as she was asked. Until she turned three. Three year olds are always trying to kill you somehow- probably heart attack again, but only because of the *blood pressure spikes. Anyway, Branwen is barely mobile and she is already trying to scoot over to put stupid shit in her mouth. Like the carseat. Or simply attempting to stand on her head out of the bumbo seat to get to a toy that she dropped. Or bonking her head when she rolls over, then screaming about it. My ultimate favorite thing that she does is to go from mostly silently watching things around her to BIRD NOISES! REALLY FREAKING LOUD! Serously, she sounds like a crow.
*Random: I don't have high blood pressure, I have low blood pressure. Every time I go to the doctor, they think that I am dead or dying.
Does this mean that I am a vampire? Grrr. No low men in yellow coats here.
Why exactly do we have to capitalize the H and the B in Happy Birthday?
My mother in law's birthday is next Tuesday or Thursday or something.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Tonight tonight
I just found out something that boggles my mind. To paraphrase Forest Gump, that is all I am going to say about THAT.
I forget all the time where I left off with this blog.
New baby girl is thriving, her little thighs are getting chubby and she can now move around on her quilt with impunity. I am not ready to have a mobile child yet, but yeah, whether I want for it to happen or not, she is mobile. I think that she may be our sleeper, but she may also be our danger ranger. She already likes to pull stuff over on top of herself.
Every morning, we get up and she gets a diaper change. I get myself a cup of coffee and then I put her down on her blanket. She plays contentedly for an hour while I drink coffee and get breakfast ready for the Original Spoiled Child. Big one is notoriously bad at mornings. Kid is my mini me.
I think that maybe I need to give the kids pseudonyms. The now three year old, soon to be FOUR year old will now be dubbed Iyana and the little one, now 5 months will be.....Branwen. Names are subject to change if I feel like it, and if their personalities change to make something better more appropriate. Ha. I just gave ya a disclaimer. And the only reason I give them pseudonyms is because I get tired of posting "the little one" or "the big one" or "spoiled child" etc. Monikers are better.
I forget all the time where I left off with this blog.
New baby girl is thriving, her little thighs are getting chubby and she can now move around on her quilt with impunity. I am not ready to have a mobile child yet, but yeah, whether I want for it to happen or not, she is mobile. I think that she may be our sleeper, but she may also be our danger ranger. She already likes to pull stuff over on top of herself.
Every morning, we get up and she gets a diaper change. I get myself a cup of coffee and then I put her down on her blanket. She plays contentedly for an hour while I drink coffee and get breakfast ready for the Original Spoiled Child. Big one is notoriously bad at mornings. Kid is my mini me.
I think that maybe I need to give the kids pseudonyms. The now three year old, soon to be FOUR year old will now be dubbed Iyana and the little one, now 5 months will be.....Branwen. Names are subject to change if I feel like it, and if their personalities change to make something better more appropriate. Ha. I just gave ya a disclaimer. And the only reason I give them pseudonyms is because I get tired of posting "the little one" or "the big one" or "spoiled child" etc. Monikers are better.
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