I'll be posting an entry soon -- I'm just trying to adjust to the world of stay-at-home momdom, as I was laid off from my job of 8 years at the Reading Eagle a few weeks ago.
Not sure how often I'll be able to post for a while, but I will be back when I've got things figured out. After eight years of working every day, it has been quite a change.
I'll get to the whole big story and catch up soon.
But right now, my daughter is coloring on the walls, so I have to go...to be continued (probably during a naptime next time)....
This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I noticed Olivia was carrying around her Easter basket throughout the house. Inside were not the plastic eggs from Easter that are now cluttering our house, no. She prefers to carry around a pair of my underwear from the basket filled with (clean yet still unfolded) laundry that is sitting on my living room floor. Sometimes she like to put the underwear on her head.
I also caught her licking the kitchen floor the other day (????). But that's nothing unusual, since she also enjoys eating rocks and dirt when we are playing outside.
I'm hoping this is typical toddler behavior...or maybe she's just being silly like her dad. Yeah, we'll go with that.
In other news, I attended the Just Between Friends consignment sale that started yesterday and is going on through this weekend at the Reading Expo Center last night (you can download a free pass from the Web site). You can get some seriously sweet deals there, and I did, but you have to be ready to wade through the sea of crazy-ass mommies and grabby grandmas to do it. I like to consider myself a friendly person (I even brought the volunteers some extra plastic bags I was storing in my car to take to the grocery store to recycle so they could use them to bag items, hello, I gave them my trash, how nice is that??), but some of these ladies were just downright insane, especially the one woman who quite literally pushed in front of me and grabbed a shirt right out of my hands as I was taking it off the shelf then proceeded to look at me, flash me a fake smile and say "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just looking at this."
Don't mess with these women and discount children's clothing.
But it was worth it, because I got a lot of really nice (gently used) stuff for Olivia and the baby and I also got some nice maternity clothes for work, all for under $50.
For those who are in this area, it's going on all weekend so I recommend it, although you might want to consider body armor.
Dear Son,
My how you have grown, and your kicks and rolls are proof of that (really, I had no idea little boys liked to kick their mamas in the hooha quite so frequently!). Babycenter has been keeping me updated on your progress, just as it did with your big sister. There's only one problem: It keeps making me picture you as a fruit or vegetable rather than a human child.
For instance, a mere two weeks ago you were my little spaghetti squash, then last week, you were a large mango (delicious!). This week, you are an ear of corn but next week, you're going to turn into a rutabaga! Can you even imagine? I can't, because I honestly don't really even know what a rutabaga looks like! Is it like a turnip? I had no idea. So I looked it up. And quite frankly, I was appalled. If you come out resembling this beast, I might be a little disturbed (although I will still love you just as much):
Is that hair on top?
At any rate, my sweet boy, you don't have to worry, as you have many delicious fruits and vegetables in your future of all shapes, colors and sizes: cucumbers and cauliflower, jicama and pineapple, until finally, in week 37, when you are the size of a watermelon and then, finally, as Babycenter so nonchalantly points out, a PUMPKIN. I know you do not yet know how babies are born, my dear boy, but trust me on this: If you are actually shaped like a pumpkin and not an actual baby (which is hard enough to give birth to), I'm in big big trouble.
Love,
Mommy
...because when you are 23 weeks pregnant and too tired to even eat dinner, collapsing on the sofa after putting the baby to bed and not even bothering to so much as open the refrigerator door (let alone watch "Lost"), you know it is a sign that you need to take a break and rest, especially for me, who pretty much lives to eat these days.
And how sweet it was.
Russ took Olivia to Toys R Us, where she ooohh'd and aaahh'd and pointed at everything in sight, prompting him to buy her several of those things (bubble mower? sure! princess bouncy ball? why not? baby doll that crawls and says mamamama and is MOTION DETECTED therefore driving all of us nuts? ABsoLUTEly. Gotta love daddies, they are total suckers for their daughters.) Anyway, I didn't mind his spoiling her one bit because it meant I got to relax and eat strawberries with whipped cream for breakfast while watching all kinds of delicious daytime TV.
Then, after they got home, Olivia ate lunch and we both fell asleep for more than TWO HOURS.
It was beyond heaven. I truly needed that.
And, the #1 thing that made my sick day most worthwhile?
The UPS man delivered this beauty (THANK YOU SO MUCH Girl's Gone Child!!):
This is totally going to be me (except I will probably not be wearing make-up and my hair might not be brushed, but still:
Now that is what I call SEXY.