On this blah mid-January Friday morning, I gift you, Jamie and Gretchen, with a blog post...FINALLY. But I've lost my steam and am a bit out of practice, I have to say, so this might be the most random thing you've ever read.
Let's see...my baby turned 16-months-old this week, but for the past four months the child has insisted on keeping newborn hours. I have been up since 4 am and yes, sat through an entire viewing of Frozen before 6 am. That kind of parenting technique could be the reason that Tess can actually sing Let it Go but still doesn't say the word mama. I seem to treat Tess with kid gloves, which I'm hoping won't make her too spoiled. From the moment she was born I will do anything to quiet her down so that she doesn't wake the other two before I am fully loaded with at least two cups of steaming coffee. This is progress though, because those cups of coffee used to go through enough reheats to make them taste like 3 am truck stop sludge. Now they're deliciously steaming (as long as Tess is distracted by Anna and Kristoff.)
What else? It's that time of year where it's often too cold to go outside and if we go to any indoor activities someone inevitably catches something that puts the whole house out of commission for an entire week. We passed around an awesome (read: disgustingly violent) stomach bug right before the holidays which made for some overwhelming family togetherness. The girls apparently, thought it was kind of fun as Elin often reminisces, "Mom, remember when we had a slumber party in the living room and you helped me puke all night? And you held my hair? Can we do that again?" Umm...no, you weirdo.
Speaking of Elin, this girl is cracking me up lately. She and Anna love Cinderella and often play Cinderella, which means they both dress up in a pretty gown and high heels and take turns being Cinderella, running away from the ball, falling down, and losing a shoe. The other one becomes the prince (a cross-dressing prince in this scenario), follows Cinderella with the shoe and asks, "Can I have this dance?" They will repeat this twenty times in a row, I swear, alternating who gets to be Cinderella. This week Elin said to me, "Mom, where's my prince?" And I said, "I don't know." Then she let out a huge sigh and said, "I want to say, where's my dang prince, but then I'll have to take a time out in jail." Wow, pretty strict laws in the enchanted kingdom.
Elin also started laughing so hard at a six pack of Spotted Cow I had set on the counter after a trip to the grocery store. She said, "Mom, what is that?! That is the smallest box of beer I ever saw! Why is it so little?" which makes me think we are bringing too many cases of beer into this house.
I've noticed that I'm saying a lot of weird things myself lately.
Yesterday I said to my baby, "Tess, quit chewing on that syringe."
For the record it was a giant plastic toy syringe out of the girls' doctor kit. But still. Gross.
Also this week I asked Anna to take her baby out of the oven. A toy baby, of course, and a toy oven. Still a weird thing to say out loud.
So this is random and boring, which is pretty much the opposite of my life which is structured around meals, nap time, playtime, and meltdowns, and always keeps me on my toes. Everyday is an adventure. A very busy, very tiring adventure...that I love, love, love.