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What kind of mom are you?

So, I had a bit of a mental lapse. I'm still getting used to the fact that Sophie is fully potty trained, as long as I bring her travel potty seat so she doesn't "fall in" the big kids toilet. Of course, I forget to bring it and as I'm changing Noah's poopy diaper I tell Tim to take Sophie to the restroom and have her try to go potty. First off, I should apologize to my husband because I knew damn well she wasn't going to sit on the potty and I knew she was going to throw a fit about it. She did the same thing when I forgot the seat and asked her to go potty in Tim's bathroom at his office. As I predicted quietly in my head, the event went down just so.

Moments later, Sophie is sitting in her stroller and a stream of you-know-what comes pouring out like Niagara Falls. So, Tim says he's going to take her to the bathroom and clean her up. It's not enough I forgot the potty seat, I also forgot to replenish the diaper bag with new pants and underwear. So, what does every dad do in a state of panic? Stuff her jacket underneath her and tell her, "It'll dry." I think I deserve mother of the year, don't you? So, thank goodness we're at the mall and I had already purchased some pajamas for Sophie.

So, my daughter was stylin' with a turqouise and lime green sweatshirt, baby blue silky pajama bottoms with cherries on it, and pink shoes. All I know is if Tim wasn't with me, I would've walked into the first store and bought her a brand new outfit, head to toe. But instead, I swallowed my pride and continued shopping as my daughter looked like she was dressed by her colorblind mom.

Stinky Milk

Tonight we went to the mall to do a little shopping. On our way home, Tim tells Sophie we are going to get an ice cream treat. The conversation between the two continues like this:

Sophie: Mommy get ice cream?
Daddy: Yes, Mommy will get ice cream.
Sophie: Daddy get ice cream?
Daddy: Yes, Daddy will get ice cream.
Sophie: Sophie get ice cream?
Daddy: Yes, Sophie gets ice cream, Mommy gets ice cream, Daddy gets ice cream. Does Noah want ice cream?
Sophie: NO! Noah wants stinky milk!

Indoor Fun

Noah hanging out in his bouncer. This bouncer is guaranteed to give Mommy at least 15 minutes of "run around and load dishes, load washer, take Sophie to potty, re-heat coffee for the 12th time."
Here's Sophie painting away on a rainy day. She's quite the artist...I'm thinking of setting up a booth at the next art festival in Union Square. She can make big bucks so I don't have to work.....child labor is okay in this case.
Here's the artist mixing her colors. She's a seasoned pro.

Busy weekend

These 24-hour work days are tough. How come no one ever told us about this when we signed up for this parenthood thing??? Not that I'm complaining; I'm just curious.

Anyway, it never seems to be a dull day in our household. By 9:30 am this morning, I ran out of crafty activities for Sophie and me. Sometimes I feel like the only way I can keep her entertained enough is if we were to join the circus. She painted for what seemed like forever and managed to get paint all in her hair while I wasn't looking. And the day got away from us so quickly she ended up wearing the red streaks in her hair all day.

Tim is installing new doors to all the bedrooms and bathrooms, so our house looked like a construction site all day. It seems like Home Depot and Lowe's are our second home these days.

Noah was a good little baby today. He literally sat in his swing for a good 30 minutes just looking around, enjoying the view....a first for him. Usually, he's sick of the swing by minute 2 and is crying his eyes out. Not today, thank goodness. Sophie, unfortunately, couldn't get by without hurting herself today. She bumped her head and now has a little knot on her head. I'm beginning to think she is going to end up as clumsy as I am.....not good. Every time she gets a scrape or bumps her head, my stomach hurts. Why would someone give a hypochondriac mom an accident prone child??? Why?

So, our Sunday will most likely be as busy as today was. I was so looking forward to getting the mail today because I was certain I was going to receive my US Weekly magazine (don't judge me). I was looking forward to reading it during my down time (usually now until Noah's next feeding). I seriously think someone has been stealing it because I didn't get last week's issue either....these tabloid magazines are addicting and we all know what's been happening lately!!! Anyway, I guess I'll have to catch up on Britney on Monday.

Stretching

I can't post too many pics on one blog, so I had to add this one later of Noah stretching to start his day....

Just hanging out

It was brought to my attention that some lady from rural Ohio, who likes to call herself Grammy, is experiencing serious withdrawal symptoms because she hasn't seen any recent pics of Noah. In an effort to relieve these symptoms, I have posted the above photos. More to come later as we are still becoming acquainted with our new camera.....

Computer is up and running!

So after exhausting almost all our resources, we finally got our computer fixed. Tim asked his computer tech guy to look at it and of course, he fixed it in a snap. What a skill!!! So, I guess I must live with my 7 year old computer for now....I have a new laptop on the way so I guess I shouldn't complain!

My lack of sleep has been getting the best of me. Right now I am functioning on getting 5 hours total, in two increments...one stretch for three hours and then another stretch for 2 hours. When I was dealing with Sophie at this age I was able to nap everytime she took a nap. But now, Noah is taking a nap and Sophie is ready to run a marathon so that erases any chances of my getting a little shut-eye. I'm notorious for counting how many hours of sleep I get, Tim gets, Sophie gets, Noah gets that I'm trying to stop because I think it's making me more tired. But, if I continue to be able to count the number of hours of sleep I get on one hand I'm in big trouble!!!

Sophie is continuing to get up in the middle of the night, sometimes 3-4 times at night. Not sure what is going on, but I'm thinking this is her adjustment period as well. I looked up night terrors, but I'm not willing to commit to this diagnosis as she doesn't seem to fit the criteria.

It's a rainy, dreary day here today. I was hoping to take the kids somewhere, but I think we'll be stuck inside for most of the day. Trying to keep a 2-year-old entertained continues to be a daily challenge for me. I think she's ready to go to school for a few hours a day, but since every place within a 90 mile radius has a waiting list, I'm not so sure she'll be able to get in before fall. Nobody told me I had to get her on a waiting list the second I found out she was conceived!!! Why do I always miss out on these memos???

It's Official!!!

I am proud to announce Sophie is technically potty trained!!! She now only wears a diaper at night and is doing incredibly well. For the past couple of weeks I have (albeit fearfully) challenged her by not putting on a diaper during her nap and she has impressed me beyond belief!!! The other day she even took a 2 1/2 hour nap and no accident!!! Yay!!! Now if I can only keep her from putting turkey up her nose, we'll be in good shape. Nothing like having her sneeze out a piece of deli meat after having a panic attack, "My nose, my nose!!!" Why do all kids insist on experimenting like this???

Sophie's 1st Sledding Trip to Tahoe