Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Weighing In...
Have you ever noticed when you shop for a scale there's all ready someone else in that department looking for one. You really want to take a scale off the shelf and test it out, one- to see how it works and the great new features it has that yours at home doesn't, two- to see if it actually weighs you less than the scale you all ready own, which if it does it will be the scale you ultimately end up buying, and three- to feel how it compares to the others sitting near by.
But alas, you are not alone in this aisle. You think of ways to get around this other person without them seeing your weight or your reaction to your weight. So you grab a few (like you're really going to by them all), meander over to yet another section of the store and test them out. Sometimes this ends in joyous applauds and sometimes it ends in statements like this, "this stupid thing doesn't work either". Which ever way it works out- you are not alone. I too suffer from the weigh in.
But alas, you are not alone in this aisle. You think of ways to get around this other person without them seeing your weight or your reaction to your weight. So you grab a few (like you're really going to by them all), meander over to yet another section of the store and test them out. Sometimes this ends in joyous applauds and sometimes it ends in statements like this, "this stupid thing doesn't work either". Which ever way it works out- you are not alone. I too suffer from the weigh in.
Monday, July 14, 2008
In my opinion...Just venting...
It's really frustrating when I need to get things done and I have such a short amount of time to do it in. Ava has this amazing buzzer in her butt that goes off after she'd napped for 2 hours. It's usually never 2 1/2 hours or 2 hours and 5 minutes. It's typically a 2 hour nap and my window of opportunity to get my stuff done. So she's not the issue, it's actually Olivia who has decided to fight with my husband every day and night he lays her down. Because of this break in her routine, when he's goes back to work she thinks it's ok to play around at nap time. If she doesn't nap, I can't work, work-out, or do anything that isn't upstairs. Otherwise she'll bang around in there until she wakes the baby.
The past few minutes I have been doing some computer work to buy time for Olivia to fall asleep so that I know for sure I can work-out...yes my ass is getting bigger by the millisecond. I hear some rattling around and check in on her and she has annihilated her room. I feel like a big bad bitch because now I have to go in there and tell her that she will be going to take a nap and she won't be able to cook dinner with me. Nevertheless 45 of my 120 minutes have successfully ticked away while I dealt with her. In another 20 minutes I won't have the opportunity to work out anymore because right in the middle of my jog, Ava's timer will go off.
On top of this, I'm irritated that my husband has let this situation between he and Olivia escalate. Instead of being firm with her he let's her get her way and come see mommy if that's what she wants. I want to be left alone when I'm in the shower. I don't want to be washing the shampoo out of my eyes and then to open them to see the two of them standing there saying goodnight again. When he's home and in charge of them, it should be like I'm not there. The stay at home parent needs a break from the, "mommy mommy mommy or daddy daddy daddy" however it works in your house. And the other parent needs to be able to see that and deal as if we are not at home and use the structure that has been previously established.
Now that I have ungracefully gotten that out of my system, I am going to check on Olivia who I believe is now asleep. I have 63 minutes left on my clock and counting. Here goes nothing...
The past few minutes I have been doing some computer work to buy time for Olivia to fall asleep so that I know for sure I can work-out...yes my ass is getting bigger by the millisecond. I hear some rattling around and check in on her and she has annihilated her room. I feel like a big bad bitch because now I have to go in there and tell her that she will be going to take a nap and she won't be able to cook dinner with me. Nevertheless 45 of my 120 minutes have successfully ticked away while I dealt with her. In another 20 minutes I won't have the opportunity to work out anymore because right in the middle of my jog, Ava's timer will go off.
On top of this, I'm irritated that my husband has let this situation between he and Olivia escalate. Instead of being firm with her he let's her get her way and come see mommy if that's what she wants. I want to be left alone when I'm in the shower. I don't want to be washing the shampoo out of my eyes and then to open them to see the two of them standing there saying goodnight again. When he's home and in charge of them, it should be like I'm not there. The stay at home parent needs a break from the, "mommy mommy mommy or daddy daddy daddy" however it works in your house. And the other parent needs to be able to see that and deal as if we are not at home and use the structure that has been previously established.
Now that I have ungracefully gotten that out of my system, I am going to check on Olivia who I believe is now asleep. I have 63 minutes left on my clock and counting. Here goes nothing...
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Naked Swimming Babies
Ava woke up from her nap with puffy eyes, her sweet chubby little smile, and her finger pointing straight at the bobbleheads my husband has been collecting for years. "Bobble, bobble" she tells me. It is so cute that every time we pass these things it's like she is seeing them for the first time. She becomes so excited grabbing her head and shaking her body.
I told her that we were heading outside to see her daddy and to go swimming when "she she" woke up. Shortly thereafter a neighbor arrived and everyone sat down to chat, and then his wife came over and Liv woke up so we made our way to the backyard so the girls could play. Ava jumped into the baby pool clothes and all. Her diaper looked like it weighed a good fifteen pounds. Olivia decided to get in the pool naked. She was laughing and playing and splashing everybody. Our pizza man came by too. It was great to sit in the yard and enjoy it a little without having to be working in it.
Ava dipped her pizza in the pool a few times, still ate it of course... Olivia thought it looked like a winning idea and soaked her pizza too. The dog ran around and cleaned the crumbs. It was a relaxing enjoyable Sunday afternoon.
I told her that we were heading outside to see her daddy and to go swimming when "she she" woke up. Shortly thereafter a neighbor arrived and everyone sat down to chat, and then his wife came over and Liv woke up so we made our way to the backyard so the girls could play. Ava jumped into the baby pool clothes and all. Her diaper looked like it weighed a good fifteen pounds. Olivia decided to get in the pool naked. She was laughing and playing and splashing everybody. Our pizza man came by too. It was great to sit in the yard and enjoy it a little without having to be working in it.
Ava dipped her pizza in the pool a few times, still ate it of course... Olivia thought it looked like a winning idea and soaked her pizza too. The dog ran around and cleaned the crumbs. It was a relaxing enjoyable Sunday afternoon.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
My Gentle Giant
My Ava has earned the name Avacakes since she turned the mark at one. She was born with chunky dimply cheeks and a round little body that pretty much stayed the same until she stopped breasting at at year. Ava was adamant about not receiving milk from a bottle, cup, or any other feeding source but me. She puked breast milk out through her nose if I tried to sneak it in during a feed so someone other than myself could feed her. She's a smart one... She knew what was happening, and would invoke an ear piercing yell to announce to us and the rest of our neighbors that our actions were truly uncalled for and were not allowed ever again.
I called the doctor several times over the next few months to get advice and make sure she wasn't being deprived from any certain vitamins but he seemed to think that if I fed her plenty of cheese and dairy she would be just fine. This was easy since Ava loved anything dairy, so I made sure she ate plenty of yogurt, cottage cheese, string cheese... the typical baby dairy items. It did not take long for my round little baby to become plump and juicy and acquire the title, "Avacakes".
So yes she's healthy, big boned, alotta love, squishy, and non the less very happy. She fits in the 4T clothing I buy for Olivia. When friends visit who haven't seen her in awhile they gush over her telling me how they just love round full babies. When I look at her I think how wonderful it must be to be a baby and to be free from all of the societal pressure to be thin. She's beautiful with her little rolls under her butt, and her second chin, and her darling little dimples on her cheeks. She may be huge but she is my gentle giant.
I called the doctor several times over the next few months to get advice and make sure she wasn't being deprived from any certain vitamins but he seemed to think that if I fed her plenty of cheese and dairy she would be just fine. This was easy since Ava loved anything dairy, so I made sure she ate plenty of yogurt, cottage cheese, string cheese... the typical baby dairy items. It did not take long for my round little baby to become plump and juicy and acquire the title, "Avacakes".
So yes she's healthy, big boned, alotta love, squishy, and non the less very happy. She fits in the 4T clothing I buy for Olivia. When friends visit who haven't seen her in awhile they gush over her telling me how they just love round full babies. When I look at her I think how wonderful it must be to be a baby and to be free from all of the societal pressure to be thin. She's beautiful with her little rolls under her butt, and her second chin, and her darling little dimples on her cheeks. She may be huge but she is my gentle giant.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Friday's Lesson For The Day...
Today I asked my sweet daughter to be quiet for a few minutes because Mommy had to poop. Yeah Mommies poop, just like bears in the woods, and dogs at the park. Anyhow, Olivia whispered softly, "ok mommy make a poop." Just as I was getting ready to stand back up violent screaming ensued. Olivia had been bitten by Ava.
For the last two days the little fanged Ava has used her chompers to take a few really good bites out of Olivia's hand. There hasn't been any blood thank god but there has been a lot of screaming, tears, and requests that the baby takes a time-out.
Realizing that a quiet peaceful zip-up of my pants was not going to happen, I went to the crime scene, did a swift peak at the wound- not too deep- and wrangled Ava for her time-out. I don't even think she gets the idea of these time-outs but Olivia knows that if someone breaks the rules they get punished and she was going to make sure that her sister did her appropriately deserved time-out. Anyway, I sat Ava down and proceeded to explain to her that biting is not ok, it hurts people, and she needs to use her words instead of her teeth. Meanwhile, Olivia is standing in front of her waiting for the signal to give the 1-5 countdown with her finger just waiting to wag. Gee where'd she get that from? Must be something her father does...yeah that's it.
Soon the two were on their way to playful bliss as I thought back about a conversation I had with Dave regarding taking a dump. I clearly remember saying to him, "when you are at work and you have to shit- you shit and no one bothers you. When I'm at home with the kids and I have to shit I have to make an appointment, call a sitter, and get clearance." So the lesson for today is: when you have to shit- bring earplugs.
For the last two days the little fanged Ava has used her chompers to take a few really good bites out of Olivia's hand. There hasn't been any blood thank god but there has been a lot of screaming, tears, and requests that the baby takes a time-out.
Realizing that a quiet peaceful zip-up of my pants was not going to happen, I went to the crime scene, did a swift peak at the wound- not too deep- and wrangled Ava for her time-out. I don't even think she gets the idea of these time-outs but Olivia knows that if someone breaks the rules they get punished and she was going to make sure that her sister did her appropriately deserved time-out. Anyway, I sat Ava down and proceeded to explain to her that biting is not ok, it hurts people, and she needs to use her words instead of her teeth. Meanwhile, Olivia is standing in front of her waiting for the signal to give the 1-5 countdown with her finger just waiting to wag. Gee where'd she get that from? Must be something her father does...yeah that's it.
Soon the two were on their way to playful bliss as I thought back about a conversation I had with Dave regarding taking a dump. I clearly remember saying to him, "when you are at work and you have to shit- you shit and no one bothers you. When I'm at home with the kids and I have to shit I have to make an appointment, call a sitter, and get clearance." So the lesson for today is: when you have to shit- bring earplugs.
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