Living Dead Girl
There is a song by that title that I've always enjoyed head banging in the car too but this weekend even though I did hear it on the radio it was impossible to do any head banging. Mostly because I felt like I was the living dead girl. Sinus pressure is of the devil and I had it in spades. I leaned down to get a garbage bag and felt like my head was going to explode. I stood up, laid down, moved too fast or turned my head slightly and my head almost exploded.
I bought a kit to turn a regular water bottle into a NetiPot and then never used it. Strangely enough it just went away on its own. Crossing my fingers it doesn't come back.
Do Some Squats
Do you ever tell people stuff just cause you want too and don't really have any scientific reasons backing it up? I belong to a pregnancy forum where every other week it seems someone is asking how to kick start labor. I don't know why but I always feel like telling them "Do some squats!" Is it because I want to torture someone else the way I was tortured in labor or is it just because I think it's funny imagining pregnant women lunging and squatting? I don't know but I just refrained from offering unsolicited squatting advice to a poor girl just ready to evict her baby. It seems like squatting would help but I can't remember why so I kept my mouth shut.
Why can't I remember? Because I have too many babies and they've devoured the little brain I had left after listening to Living Dead Girl.
My Babies Are The Cutest…
They really are. Jimmy learned how to "shoot" a machine gun last night. Oh my goodness I laughed so hard while he danced all over the living room and got into a shooters stance and shot his wooden spoon machine gun. Of course I got the camera out to late so all I captured was him flinging his boots around the room from the end of the wooden spoon. Thankfully he didn't hit the tv or this would probably be a whole different post.
Joey is showing personality…well, he's learning how to express emotion anyway. He gets bored easily and doesn't like to sit on one place all day long staring at the tv (unlike a 14 year old I may or may not know). So he expresses his displeasure, unhappiness and plain bored-ness at the top of his lungs. But on the other side of the coin he laughs and grins and giggles up a storm too. He just stares at you until you look at him and then gives you the biggest, sweetest, toothless baby smile. He fell asleep in the high chair last night and when Daddy picked him up he got a handful of goodness…I mean gooeyness. Parenting is such an adventure. We laughed at him when we saw him red-faced and grunting and then promptly forgot that he was pooping while we took in the machine gun toting toddler show unfolding before us.
I hope the third one figures out how to change his own diapers. It won't be long and I'll have two machine gun toting toddlers duking it out with wooden spoons, nobody's diapers will get changed at that point. Heck, we'll go Chinese and throw all the diapers away! We'll have them paper trained in no time.
I'm sure that's what most people think of when they think of the neighborhood Avon Lady. That's okay. I don't have blue hair but that's just because I haven't decided to do anything about this blooming gray hair that was recently discovered. I may not have blue hair but I am the newest neighborhood Avon Lady and thanks to extreme technological advances in the last 125 years I don't have to limit my Avon services to my block. I can provide Avon to the world! Just what the world needed, right?
Anyhoo – I'm super excited about getting started and I'll be hitting everyone in my address book up with a link to my handy dandy website soon. Please feel free to let me know if you don't want bubble bath advertisements in your inbox every two weeks.