life with a new baby
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No use crying over spilled milk
Sep 1st
Nathan has decided that when he’s done drinking his milk that instead of swallowing what’s left in his mouth, he’s going to open his mouth and let it all spill out. Nevermind that he may have just been changed into a clean shirt because he did the same thing 30 minutes ago. Nevermind that the milk flows down the clean shirt and onto the carpet and then that, too, must then be cleaned. And oh, guess who does the cleaning? I’ll give you a hint: It’s not Nathan.
A melting human
Aug 11th
So I’m pretty sure it really IS possible for a human to melt.
Like the wicked witch off the Wizard of Oz, only without the pointy hat and the whole being-a-witch thing. I’m melting! Melting! (If you click on the link, fast forward to about 3 minutes and 15 seconds to see the melting scene. Because who wouldn’t want to see a witch melt?)
I know, I know. I’ve been whining and grousing about the heat lately, but you guys! Our air conditioner quit working yesterday evening.
As in, dead. Bereft of life. Pushing up daisies. Defunct.
Our air conditioner went to meet it’s maker. Probably the devil himself, considering the shoddy job it did cooling our house as it was. But still… it kept it cooler than it is right now. And believe it or not, we can’t just go out and grab another one because the only ones the stores nearby have in stock are crappy, cheap little air conditioners that would be a waste of money and wouldn’t cool our house. We have to ORDER it and have it SHIPPED. Which takes days. DAYS. I’ll probably be roasted by then. Completely cooked.
Just give me a pitch fork and a pointed tail and I’ll fit right into my environment.
Yes, I know. People in Australia and other parts of the world would totally scoff at me right about now. But I admit it, I am a TOTAL WUSS when it comes to uncomfortable heat. I guess you could say I am addicted to air conditioning. So keep your collective fingers crossed for us. Here’s to hoping we can get some relief and SOON!
Oops!
Aug 7th
I left the diapers within Nathan’s reach… again! You’d think I’d learn my lesson, right? Because this kid has proven that he LOVES to get into the diapers, even though he knows he’s not supposed to. This time, though, as I was cleaning up all the diapers, Nathan toddled up to me and tried to help by putting a single diaper into the container I keep them in. Hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?
I have a Zombler
Jul 28th
Me: “So Nathan has been walking around the house whining for the past few days because he’s teething. His little arms are constantly outstretched, wanting me to pick him up. But since he doesn’t talk much, he just whines this constant “Uuuhhhhhh! Uuuuhhhhh! Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh!” I love him dearly, but he’s been driving me nuts.”
Friend: “I see. I’ve been through this, too. Do you know what you’re dealing with?”
Me: “No. What?”
Friend: “You’re dealing with a zombler.”
Me: “…”
Friend: “Yeah. You know, a zombie-toddler. Zombler.”
Me: “That’s it! I TOTALLY HAVE A ZOMBLER!”
Can I have some cheese with my whine?
Jul 26th
So supposedly, the temperature around here is supposed to be in the mid to upper ’80’s for the next few days. I hope so. I really, really hope so. I know, I’m totally kvetching over here, but guys! I’m miserable! Don’t get me wrong- I can handle the heat. In fact, I relish relaxing in a nice, hot sauna because that’s how us Finnish folks roll. It’s in my blood.
In fact, my dad (who is Finnish) introduced me to the sauna when I was only 5 or 6 years old. At the time, he was active duty (Army) and I would sometimes accompany him to his PT. The base had a sauna, so after his workout, we would go relax in it. And even though I was just a child, I thought it was so freakin’ awesome. (And, of course, my dad always peeked in first to make sure no naked men were lounging inside. Fortunately, there never was!) But this humidity that we’ve been experiencing? It’s not the soothing heat of a sauna, for sure. It’s killing me. If it was possible to get a restraining order on this humidity, I WOULD TOTALLY DO IT. The air outside is all moist and damp and sweaty and smelly and not at all unlike BEING TRAPPED IN THE DEVIL’S ARMPIT after he’s been doing cartwheels in hell.
I am to the point that daydreaming of being an ice cube is causing me to feel delirious.
Nathan the Destroyer
Jul 19th
This is what happens when I forget to put the diapers out of Nathan’s reach. He flings them all over the room, every single time. And he knows he’s not supposed to… hence the “I’m sorry, Mama” look on his face.
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