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16 January 2012

With Simon only half way (I don't know how that is possible as it feels like we've already served more than a two week near death sentence ...  perhaps black magic?) finished with this abhorrent (strong but appropriate adjective) rotation, the evenings sans man have gotten reallllly fun. Sebastian and Julia have an impressive knack for timing their most pressing needs for the exact same second of the exact same minute of the exact same hour every single night. Tonight, after Julia methodically ate and spat out an entire tangerine (rind and every bit of juice included) bite by spit by bite again, she was in a sticky, sticky state that even my hygienically cavalier eyes couldn't ignore. I gave her a bath (and by gave I mean plopped her in the pink tub and listened for signs of life while I cleaned and filled the arsenal of night time bottles* the piglets require) while Sebastian's cries crescendoed from his post in the swing in the living room.  After filling the last of the bots, I retrieved the little man and brought him into the bathroom where Julia was starting to do my absolute favorite, "eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh", which can mean a lot of things but this time I put on my translation cap and impressively deciphered that it meant that she wanted up and out of the tub. I washed her hair with one of those baby blue nose suction things (semi-clean ... worry not) while she protested too much to be believable, swaddled her up and took her in to her room to get ready for the oh so blessed bedtime. After getting her pajamad and down, I noticed that Sebastian was a content little bathmatrat and so 
I let him be for as long as he'd hang. Earlier in the eve, I somehow misplaced a really not clean diaper of Julia's. I'm sure I put it somewhere for safekeeping that made perfect sense at the time but I'm not terribly thrilled about it's resurfacing ... whenever that may be.  I accidentally fed Sebastian Julia's almond milk twice (he is still breathing) and Julia pointed at the computer and demanded, "show!". Back up. I thought I only let her watch Netflix when I was in a true bind. Clearly not.  For a small human with a very limited vocabulary living in a house with "no television" (this means nothing as Netflix and Hulu are worthy and adequate substitutes these days) to know that the laptop = 'show'?  I think its safe to say with all of these proud moments combined, my failing work here is done.


*Sebastian is now a fully formula fed babe. We didn't get my thyroid levels straightened out fast enough post-pregnancy, my supply died a slow but definite death, and now the poor kid is poisoned with the powder. If he ever fails at anything ever ... I'll know where to place the blame ... both parties. 

16 comments:

  1. Oh how I loooove the eh eh eh eh eh ehhhh.

    Also, you're very pretty.

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  2. Glad to know I'm not the only who puts things somewhere for safekeeping.
    You are a brave, brave lady! Here's hoping the second half of the rotation passes quickly.
    PS. I love Sebastian's sock shoes.

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  3. moms like you make the world a cooler place. you're too awesome for words!

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  4. Sure, post about your "successful" bath time after the hell my daughter put me through last night. I see how it is!

    Just kidding. Kind of. I thought I'd be grateful that my daughters don't watch tv, but now when I wish I could plop them down in front of a screen to get a minute of sanity, I can't. TV just doesn't hold their attention. To make matters worse, our doc just told us not to have the tv on when we do our bedtime routine, because Clarissa is having night terrors. That means I can't watch anything that's on in the 7-8 hour. Bleh.

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  5. Except the fact that you're a million years younger, thinner, more fashionable and comfortable with the lingo all the whippersnappers use, we're living the exact same mommy life. Husband gone crazy hours, insane people with limited language acquisition running the house, "no television"-except-hulu-and-netflix, and misplaced diapers.

    Sooooo, since I fancy myself not only a funny, witty and creative person but also a fairly competent mother, I can say with unshakable authority- you are going to survive. You are going to thrive. Your children are now and will be wonderful additions to the Kingdom of God.
    Who may or may not be insane.

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  6. on the bright side, her haircut is holding up nicely.

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  7. i have 2 (two) poop-filled cloth diapers sitting in the bathtub right now waiting to be dunked and swished in the toilet. They have been there....more than 24 hours and less than a week. What's even more questionable is the fact that no one in this house has used the tub/shower in that same amount of time. Does that make you feel better??? mm. probably not.

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  8. cute pictures! isn't it crazy how siblings conspire (no matter their ages) about the exact timing of their meltdowns or "i need you right. now." moments?

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  9. Nope, you're doing a great job. I don't know what I'd do if I had to be on my own as much as you. That takes a lot of patience and a little almond milk...lol. I'm sure Sebastian welcomed the exciting drink change. Infants don't get much to shake up their world. The picture of him on the bathmat cracked me up. I say if he's happy there, go for it..

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  10. Sorry to hear about your boob milk problem. I'm sure he'll turn out perfectly fine. My Mom was forced to bottle feed both my brother and I even though she felt guilt about it till the day she died and we turned out perfectly fine and didn't hold it against her :)

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  11. Don't beat yourself up about the formula...S is going to turn out just fine :) Hang in there with Simon's rotation...this too shall pass!

    BTW, we are a cable-less Netflix/Hulu family too...it's a fine substitute. If only they had House Hunters...

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  12. We watch netflix through our Wii...so it goes right onto the television. So I can't even *pretend* that we don't watch t.v. Someone take my crunchy card away, stat!

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  13. Your evenings sound a lot like mine! And my son has been known to, all to frequently as of late, take entire oranges from the fruit bowl and devour the whole sucker. Eh, as long as he doesn't mind, who am I to judge?

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  14. My cousin, who has 3 young boys, posted a link to this article, and it made me think of you: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/dont-carpe-diem_b_1206346.html

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  15. I must know, what facewash/lotion/whatever are you using because your skin looks beautiful!

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  16. aw that stinks about your milk drying up!

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