and there you have it…


January 2009

sleeping in

So I’m sensing sleep is a recurring theme here. Or maybe it’s just the recurring theme of the posts I’ve been writing in my head the last two weeks, which I haven’t written because I haven’t gotten any, sleep that is.

This morning was typical Saturday. Jena wakes up around 4/5 AM for her morning feeding, and I will with everything in me that both the kids decide to sleep till 7 today. I just want to see daylight the next time I open my eyes, I feel this is a reasonable request. Around 6:15, I hear the door bang open followed by little feet – I freeze – a minute later the door shuts…I hear nothing, and blissfully drift back to sleep.

Sometime later Grant comes in, now FULLY awake and ignoring all my attempts to sush him before he wakes his sister. Within minutes, his mission is accomplished and Jena fumbles her way into a sitting position. Upon seeing her brother, she breaks into a huge grin only reinforcing the mayhem from her brother that woke her.

Commence round 1. Grant joins the over-crowded bed…exciting Jena who plays the drums on everything (read: my face) when excited. Mid drum sequence she gets distracted by my hair. Grant promptly switches into parent mode “don’t pull momma hair Jena!” and when that doesn’t work proceeds to use his foot to move her hand from my face…I am saved.

Mind you, through this all Neil and I are doing our best to play dead. It’s some kind of inane instinct adapted from our animal friends to ward off predators. I can’t imagine that it works any better for them than it does for us, but we persist nonetheless. Because even if they don’t go away, if I’m in bed and still I’m sleeping in…right? However when bony knee meets exposed rib I can’t help but react. Upon hearing my scream, Grant is immediately repentant, “SORRY MOMMA!!” is sorrowfully screamed in my ear…what a polite child I’m raising.

Inevitably after 30-45 minutes of this one of us will get up and strap them in front of the TV so we can sleep another 30 mins (don’t judge me). As I’m being pummelled and scratched and screamed at each week I wonder, is the illusion of sleeping in really worth all this? The answer: yes, yes it is.


Scene: kids room, bedtime, diaper change

Grant: I watchin baseball mommy

Me: Where? Where are you watching baseball?

Grant: There *points to his head*

Me: In your ear?

Grant: Yeah, I watchin baseball in my ear

frustrated with LOST

So I’m frustrated and what better place to take out a bit of frustration than on you my silent readers! I know you’re there, I have stats! And even in your silence you comfort me.

And I’m warning you now, I’m in no mood to edit tonight. You’ll just have to take it as is.

So I was writing a message in facebook tonight, before putting the kids to bed. I didn’t get a chance to finish it, so I copied it and closed the computer. I copied it, because I know facebook to be spastic, we are intimately acquainted.

After bedtime I come back to facebook to finish my message. It is gone as I suspected it would be. While I congratulate myself on my foresight, I figure I’ll read the messages in my inbox first, harmless enough. So I read the first one, it’s funny, I must respond, again harmless enough. It asks me to link a picture, so I send off the message first (again…I know facebook would lose this message if I went searching for the picture before sending the message). I then go looking for the picture, at this point I’m already past thinking ‘what’s the harm’ to not even thinking. I find this great picture, hilarious running commentary, I must send this one. I copy the link and ‘link’ it to the message. I’ve never done that before, I’m pretty sure it even worked, I feel proud of my new accomplishment. That was short lived.

I send off the message and prepare to finish the one I started earlier. I open a new message and ctrl-v….and what do I see? I’m sure you saw this coming hours before I did. I about shot myself when I saw that stupid picture link pop up in the message instead of the pages I had agonized over for hours before bedtime, ok paragraphs I had agonized over. Ok so I hadn’t even given it a once over and it took me 5 minutes to write, but it was still gone..gone I tell you!

So to console myself I decided I will write on the couch tonight, instead of the cold hard stool. I’m still sick (why I haven’t posted btw), I deserve a little comfort. So I move the laptop to the couch and plug it in. Except our laptop is totally ghetto (thank you children) and hasn’t been moved from it’s previous location in weeks because trying to get the power cord to actually connect is a nightmare. So here I sit after 13 mins of wiggling and moving, unplugging and replugging, with the battery sitting ontop of the cord to wiegh it into just the right posistion, the battery from my work laptop (which I of course left at work today) leaned onto the first battery at just the right angle so as to keep the previously mentioned battery in place. I’m trying to type as lightly as I can, becaues if I jar it too much the whole contraption falls apart and my screen starts to go dim and I know I’m losing power and it’s only a matter of time before I’m cut off.

But all that said, I feel much better now.

Grant sayings tonight

Too cute not to share….random expressions from Grant this evening…I’m thinking I may start a ‘daily’ Grant sayings section…maybe…thinking about it…it’ll need a good name…

I 32 Momma, you 36.

I put corn in my hair Momma!


insert spoon of baby food in mouth…hmm…this is going better than anticipated…it’s still in her mouth, let’s try another.

insert second spoon of baby food in mouth, not as happy about that one, but still eating…if I can only get half a jar in her we’ll both sleep tonight.

insert third spoon of baby food in mouth, WAAAAAAAAA, WAAAAAAA, WAAAAAAA, waterfall of drool and baby food cascades down her chin and onto her dress…ok so she realized what was happening…quick sippy cup.

possessively clutches sippy cup to her chest and drinks.

I take a chance and slip in a fourth spoon between sips…it’s accepted…swallowed…then WAAAAAAAA, WAAAAAAAAA, WAAAAAA

What’s going on in there? Neil asks from the other room.

Nothing I call, and slip in another spoonful amidst the screaming, quick sippy cup again. Tears stop running down her cheeks, hands come out, GIVE ME THAT CUP MAMA, is what she says next, another possessive swig of the water. My tired brain contemplates what I could possibly put in that water…is protein powder safe for babies? didn’t I see some commercial for enriched water…I vaguely remember crackin on something like that…what I’d give for some of that now…

I slip in another spoonful…WAAAAAAAAA, WAAAAAAAAAAA, WAAAAAAAAAA…a runny mixture of food, drool and tears pours down her face… crap not even gettin the first one in now.

TEETHING TABLETS! I run to the cupboard. Shaking the bottle, I see her face light up as she dutifully opens her mouth and accepts the three little tablets one at a time. Peace, I feel my body relax. The last one dissolves.


I give up.

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