Make fudge and slowly nom on it all night, or go buy a pack of smokes. So my face is covered in chocolate. Mmmm, nothing like a fat girl with a fudge mustache. Meh. I'd rather be fat than see Dante pretend to smoke again.
My head hurts. Like, OH MY GODS! WHO IS SQUEEZING MY AMYGDALA? kind of pain. It's crazy. I also have little trolls tap dancing on my temples, but they make me laugh, so screw it.
Ever have one of those cabin fever days where it feels like crushing your face with a cast iron skillet would be more fun that what you're doing? That's how today was. I am so incredibly dumb: I decided, on day 2 of Not Smoking, that I was going to make drums with Dante out of baby cheesy poof containers and an old formula can. People with OCD shouldn't do arts and crafts at home with their kids. I thought my head was going to explode. And then Scarlett stuck her feet in glue. And Dante cut a hole in his new boxer briefs with his blunt scissors. And colored all over himself with marker. Oi.
The kids and I got into a splash fight in the tub earlier, which made my heart flutter. It was a blast! Scarlett "kicks" by holding on to the bath seat and lifting her butt and legs and splashing them down as hard as she can. It's hilarious! Dante just kicks and kicks until I am wiping bathwater off my face.
But Day 2 is almost over. I am kinda twitchy. Maybe it's because I haven't had enough coffee. I think only two huge cups is some kind of record low. =(
But now I have to have decaf, since it's bedtime.
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Saturday, July 7, 2012
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
An Interesting Topic (or Two)
AKA: This might require some opinions from y'all.
If you know me, you know I am one of the least judgmental people in the world. Kinda. I try really hard to see other people's points of view, and (especially when it comes to parenting) I know that what works for me won't work for you and so on. I've done (and do) things with Dante that others find weird, and I'm sure you do stuff that would make my skin crawl.
That being said, do you kiss your kids on the lips? If you are friends with me on Facebook, you can take a quick glance at my profile picture and know that I do. Dante doesn't pucker, he sticks out his lower lip like he's giving me an exaggerated frown, and it's so cute, I have to kiss it. I can't help it! Dante will run up to me with his lower lip sticking out and if I was to try to stop myself from kissing that, I'd probably pass out. He'll kiss my belly, he pokes my eyes, honks my nose, dings the top of my head...I am trying really hard to appreciate every moment I get with him while he still likes me! I know there will be a time when I will be lucky to get a wave or the half hug, so every kiss is downright precious to me. Plus, soon I will be elbow deep in breast feeding stuff and even more laundry, and binkies and another baby, so I am trying to appreciate every one of his little quirks and kisses before they are just memories.
Another issue brought up on yesterday's Talk: Do you bathe with your kids? Not ashamed to admit I do. Some days, that is the only way I get a shower, too, so he comes with me and plays in the tub while I exfoliate and shampoo and such. Or when he was sick, we took a lukewarm bath together, since he was so tired of being wet and cold, it stood to reason that he'd appreciate being held, and I think he lasted longer than he would have had I not gotten in, too. And again, it's something else for me to remember. There are no pictures, just great memories for me to fall back on when someday I get tuned out or a door slammed in my face.
I am thrilled that I have gotten to spend such amazing quality time with him. I am incredibly blessed to be a stay at home mom. I am incredibly blessed with a wonderful man who loves me. I am just an incredibly lucky person, and I do my best not to forget it, even when there's puking or a stripping toddler, or chalk drawings on his bedroom door. How many people are this lucky? Not many, so I am going to sit back, count my blessings, and hope I get to hear from you guys, too.
If you know me, you know I am one of the least judgmental people in the world. Kinda. I try really hard to see other people's points of view, and (especially when it comes to parenting) I know that what works for me won't work for you and so on. I've done (and do) things with Dante that others find weird, and I'm sure you do stuff that would make my skin crawl.
That being said, do you kiss your kids on the lips? If you are friends with me on Facebook, you can take a quick glance at my profile picture and know that I do. Dante doesn't pucker, he sticks out his lower lip like he's giving me an exaggerated frown, and it's so cute, I have to kiss it. I can't help it! Dante will run up to me with his lower lip sticking out and if I was to try to stop myself from kissing that, I'd probably pass out. He'll kiss my belly, he pokes my eyes, honks my nose, dings the top of my head...I am trying really hard to appreciate every moment I get with him while he still likes me! I know there will be a time when I will be lucky to get a wave or the half hug, so every kiss is downright precious to me. Plus, soon I will be elbow deep in breast feeding stuff and even more laundry, and binkies and another baby, so I am trying to appreciate every one of his little quirks and kisses before they are just memories.
Another issue brought up on yesterday's Talk: Do you bathe with your kids? Not ashamed to admit I do. Some days, that is the only way I get a shower, too, so he comes with me and plays in the tub while I exfoliate and shampoo and such. Or when he was sick, we took a lukewarm bath together, since he was so tired of being wet and cold, it stood to reason that he'd appreciate being held, and I think he lasted longer than he would have had I not gotten in, too. And again, it's something else for me to remember. There are no pictures, just great memories for me to fall back on when someday I get tuned out or a door slammed in my face.
I am thrilled that I have gotten to spend such amazing quality time with him. I am incredibly blessed to be a stay at home mom. I am incredibly blessed with a wonderful man who loves me. I am just an incredibly lucky person, and I do my best not to forget it, even when there's puking or a stripping toddler, or chalk drawings on his bedroom door. How many people are this lucky? Not many, so I am going to sit back, count my blessings, and hope I get to hear from you guys, too.
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