"Momma, I like snuggling with you better than daddy because you're so soft." Makes the extra poundage a bit easier to handle.

Girl is still sick so we're going dairy free. Wish us luck.

Remember how I said having kids was fun? I guess it is still. But doing pukey/poopy laundry for 3 days with no end in sight isn't. And getting the sitter sick isn't either. Not only is she sick, which sucks, she couldn't take the kids.

So ya the house is a disaster and I haven't gotten work done in eons. I smell like stomach acid and my hands are raw from all the washing. And I haven't slept and am living on caffeine. Good times!!

What a fun weekend. Family stuff all around.

Saturday was the Merrimack River Eagle Festival, which was so fun. Got to see some injured/captive birds (screech owl, golden eagle, and bald eagle) as well as several eagles in the wild. They were really out performing for their big day. It's so cool to live near them. They really live up to their majestic image.

Yesterday we went to the museum and saw an artist doing a painting of an atlantic cod, as well as visiting Yin Yu Tang. Real fish in the courtyard and everything. Loved it.

And the boy continues to crack us up. He had a swedish fish in the car and then went "I loved that swedish fish. That swedish fish was so good. It was so good I want another one."

Having kids is fun.

Our weekend has been a veritable laugh riot.

I washed the girl's hair, and put some spray conditioner in, and combed it out. Then she fell asleep. For the past two days we have been singing 'amadeus' to her. It's that puffy. I love her.

The boy walks around with PoorBaby up to his chest, saying "PoorBaby loves nursing".

On the other hand, not good news for D. He seriously is saying things like "I'll have a great summer".

We drove around looking at towns, properties, etc. today. Who knows what will happen. It's a strange feeling to know that strangers came into our house and assessed it while we were out. I whispered a little prayer to St Joe, who is upside down behind a photo, as the ground froze before I got him in. I did find a penny today though.

The boy got a stellar midyear progress report from school. I am really happy with his program, his teachers, all of it. I'm so proud of him.

The girl got sick. While on clavamox. Ugh. So now we have poops, snot, cough, all of the fun stuff. At least I know she can't get bronchitis or pneumonia, right?

And the house is now listed with a realtor. This weekend will be the second showing, which is twice as many as we ever had on our own (except the open house). It would be super sweet if it happened quickly and I get to be a lax housekeeper again.

Sometimes it's great having family nearby. I am so lucky that when babygirl was sick today, I could call them to bring big brother to ice skating. I have a feeling that a chilled rink isn't the best place for a girl and her infected ears.

Yes, infected again. I think we had 11 antibiotic free days. We're fortuante that our doctor is fine with trying augmentin at a higher dose and longer time before hopping on to tubes. Tubes won't be that big a deal, but I'm definitely more of the "wait and see' school. She takes the meds, she feels better. Enough said.

Look at that. Piggy tails. They stayed in for about 4 1/2 seconds, whereupon she threw a royal fit and I ripped them out.

I understand it's a pretty common thing to have crushes on doctors, but both of my kids go to the same lady doctor. She's great and everything, but I don't run on that track. However, Monday, we had to reschedule and see another doc we don't usually see. I do *not* have a crush on Dr. Tom. Never, ever, thought of him that way. Last night, crush on Dr. Tom dreams. Now, even if I still didn't have a crush on him, I have that funny-embarrassing thing going on. Sigh.

Speaking of, babygirl is doing super well. She's now 5% for weight at not-quite-19 lb, still over 95% for head, and right in the middle for length. She can still wear her 6-9 month jeans, even if they're a little flood-levelish. She's not walking yet, so in a month I need to call if she's not. Seeing as she has been testing out steps this week, I don't think I'm going to make that call.

Also had a bizarre dream with my mom in it, where she recklessly drove and got us into an accident, involving the volksvan rolling, and I reamed her out (the KIDS are in the CAR what the HELL were you thinking?). Which I suppose I would, but she never would.

2 1/2 hours nap. In her crib. Very quietly, let me hear ya whisper "hey-yoo!"

Now if she'd just sleep through the night, and walk, we'd be in business. By Monday would be great, because when the doctor asks about those things, I want to be in the affirmative. He's already going to be miffed at my shots refusal.

My pal Evan, who was born at 31 weeks at just over 4 lb, is now larger than my 15 month old daughter. I'm so happy. And so stinkin cute. And he has sticky-uppy hair, which is the best kind for a baby to have.

Upon the family's rendition of The Joker during dinner tonight:

"momma, what's a sinner?"
"someone who misbehaves or does bad things"
"like eat marshmallows (huh??)"
"no like hurt people."
"oh. what's a lover?"
"someone who loves. Like I love you."

I'm making him a mix cd for his room but it's going to be a goodie. The Joker, Satan is my Motor, Jump and Move.

Also, I felt like today might have been my last day. Icy roads, dozens of cars off the road, me stopped on a super icy bridge with several fire trucks around. I owe God a church visit this weekend. Also, God, if you're reading, sorry for negotiating. I'm a sucker when I am envisioning unstrapping my babies in an ice water filled car.

"momma, what happens if god dies?"
"god doesn't die, he's like a rock - he's not really alive or dead."
"like wood?"
"um . . .ya"
"but then he'll burn up"
"momma, jojo is like god - he makes people"
"well who made jojo?"
"jojo made himself. He's magic like that."

Today missy and I started music class. I'm really grateful for this time. Not only is it time with just the two of us, she loves it, and she's getting to see other kids. She's been around other kids since birth, but at big brother's playgroup I'm fine with her staying out of the fray and on my lap. But it's not doing much for her socialization. She was very clingy at class today, but by the end I think she realized that no Hellion-child Pirate was going to bowl her over.She loves music so this is all good. And I work up a bit of a sweat too.

My son won't let us take down the Christmas tree. He wants to leave it up until it's "really really old". I like it. It bugs me to see trees at the curb on the 27th, so I'm cool. I just have to make sure that it's hydrated. I don't really need a fire right now.

My son just left for an overnight. Yes, he's 4. Yes, this is at least the third time. Yes, it's just as hard this time. Okay?

Okay so I'm getting a very weird vibe from my former employer.

I left there when missy miss was born, with the option open to work days 2ish a week. So I called when she was 3 months old or so and we had it set up that I'd call when I wanted to work, or they'd call when they needed help, or something. Turns out the only work that anyone wanted me to do was crappy stuff like maintaining the website and virus proofing the boss's home computer. But it was paying and for 6 days a month it wasn't so bad. No one said/did anything more than "congratulations" when I became registered. But then, one of the more frustrating times I was working (removing poker programs from said home computer), I saw a proposal going out - with my name on it as a staff architect. Oookay.

So I didn't call and offer myself for a while. And I started working on designs for another company - more in line with what I "want" to be doing.

I was slowly pulling away. And then I ask one more time if they want help, and I get the "no, we're putting up a whole new website!" line. So I don't contact for a while.

I thought boss was also a personal friend - I used to chat with his wife (a doula) all the time on all things baby/boob/birth. I sent them a Christmas card, and have for the last 5 years.

Yesterday I dropped an email to him asking how things were, yadda yadda, and by the way, can you send me contact info for these 2 window guys for our fun!! vacation house which we're finally building!!

Today I get a terse email from some new employee there whom I've never met with just one guy's info.

If I was pissed first, why do I feel dumped?

Today I was told that Bambi isn't real, that he doesn't talk to rabbits, and that talking birds are silly. Sigh. I guess 4 makes you a really big smart kid.

Today we got a card telling us "your boys are beautiful". 

Four years ago today my life changed. I became a mommy. I can't believe it.

We've had lots of cake in the last few days and he spent yesterday largely in bed. 
I guess just burning off the cake?

 

Learn something new every day.

Today I learned that 2 giant lobster pots and 2 kettles full of boiling water still do not even begin to heat half a tub of cold water. But my hair was nasssteeee.

Day 2 of no hot water. Thank heaven it's 53 out and we have fireplaces.

Oh my. It's been a while.

We were preparing for the holiday house tour locally, and then had an open house. 1200 people wanted to see it just to see it. Four wanted to see it to buy it. Hey it only takes one right?

Anyway, I've been making snowflakes. They give money to the salvation army.