More discoveries in the bathtub

Matthew was scratching his butt while taking a bath tonight when he looks at me all surprised and says "Mommy there's a line on my bum". I started laughing hysterically and told him that was his butt crack. I think he's now found everything on his body; the butt crack was the final frontier.

Finally getting the recognition I deserve

As I was driving Matthew to the babysitter's this morning, he started counting for no reason, and made it up to 12. I didn't know he knew anything past 10, so I said "Good for you Matthew. You counted all the way up to 12. Do you know what numbers come after 12?". And then I continued counting. 13, 14, 15, 16 etc.

I get to 20, he claps and says "Good for you Mommy".

Baby sling shopping is so confusing!

I've decided I want a baby sling for Baby Shmore (instead of those Baby Bjorn carriers). Do you know they are nowhere to be found in stores? If anyone knows of where to find one around here let me know! So I've been going online and I'm getting so frazzled. There's the ring sling, Maya sling, Native sling, pouch style, etc etc and then all the fabrics to choose from. BTW can someone explain to me why anyone would request a sling made of hemp fabric? I don't get it. Anyhoo, then there's the pricing of these things. We're talking anywhere from $60 to $80 from a store online, or you can bid on them at ebay. Oh, and then there are size issues. Which size do I need? I'm assuming huge, but everyone's definition of huge is different. I want to go to a store and try one of these on! Then once you figure out the style, brand, colour and size you have to decide between padded and unpadded. Do I get one with padding throughout or just on the shoulders for my comfort? Will a padded one be too hot for Baby Shmore, considering she'll be born in the summer. Which fabric type would be more comfortable for her? Aaaarrrgggghhhhh!!! This is too hard for me!

New game for the bathtub

Last night Baby Shmear discovered that when you fart in the bathtub you makes bubbles. He was fascinated, of course. "Mommy look! I make bubbles!". Then naturally he tried to do it again, which has me worried because if he tries too hard one of these days he'll produce a fart that has lumps in it!

Why must boys sleep with such uncomfortable toys?

I do not understand why little boys must take the most uncomfortable toys to bed with them, like plastic dinosaurs or dinky cars. My nephew did this when he was little and I thought he was just weird (sorry Brentmeister!), but Matthew does it too. He usually has to take some toy car with him to bed. Now it must be those toy cars where you push a button and sirens go off! And he's fascinated with the guts we ripped out of a music box (all music, no box now) and he HAD to take that to bed with him tonight too! Doesn't it hurt when they roll over on top of these things in the middle of the night?

Yet another example of why I will never understand men!

Heed this warning

DO NOT GIVE A TODDLER A BRAN MUFFIN IN THE CAR ON THE WAY TO A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT!

The consequences will hit you as you're stranded on the examining table, with the diaper bag in the trunk of the car.

Big Boy Bed update

Baby Shmear did great his first night in his big boy bed. He didn't cry at all in the middle of the night, and he didn't get out of bed. When he woke up in the morning, I could hear him puttering around on his bed checking stuff out (but was too tired/lazy to go see what he was doing). Then I heard him nattering away to himself, then he says "let's read a story". We set up lots of storybooks on his new bookcase headboard so he'd have something to do when he's not tired but he still has to go to bed. I laid in bed til about 9 am listening to him read himself stories. So cute! When I finally got out of bed I saw there was a wet spot on his bed. Uh-oh! I forgot about that part! Hmmmm, he should've come to see me if he had to use the potty, but he did stay in his bed instead of escaping and messing up the house. In the end I just told him if he wakes up and has to pee he has to come tell Mommy or Daddy and we'll change his diaper or put him on the potty. Then I congratulated him on being such a big boy and staying in his bed all night. He nodded and said "I'm a big boy".

Last night wasn't so great however. According to Chris he fell out of bed (or half fell out as per his blog). I heard the crying in the middle of the night but it takes a lot longer for me to process any information these days as the noises I hear could be real or from a very vivid dream. Good thing he has two parents or he may still be wedged between the bed and the rail that's supposed to protect him! Check out Daddy's blog; it has some pictures of Matthew sleeping too. http://www.babyshmear.reach.net/daddyblog/blogger.html

Baby Shmore needs a name

OK folks, we've narrowed it down to 2 names for our baby girl. Cast your vote on which one you like best.

1) Noelle Gwendolyn
2) Maya Gwendolyn (edited to say: pronounced "My-a")

There will be no reversing of the names as we will definitely not be calling her "Gwendolyn"; it was my Mom's name and it would just be too painful for everyone in our family to hear Mom's name over and over again. And Chris does not like the idea of switching the names around and calling her by her middle name.

Thanks for your input!

Big Boy Bed!

We FINALLY brought up Matthew's big boy bed and took the crib down today, just in time for naptime. However as expected, he wouldn't go to sleep. After 5 minutes he escaped, and announced to us "I'm all done now". Nice try. I put him back in his bed, where he bamboozles a story out of me. I read the story and tell him it's time for a nap. I leave the room and he brings out Stall Tactic #3: "Mooooommmmmmyyyyyyyy! I need my new truck!". OK I get him the truck and inform him this is the last time I'm coming in. He didn't call me again, however he chose to play with his new truck on the bookcase headboard of his new bed. All you could hear was scrape, scrape, scrape back and forth on the headboard. So after about half an hour, I let him out.

Fast forward 2 hours. We're in his room putting storybooks on the new headboard and I tell him this means he can read whenever he wants. There's no response. I turn around to find him laying on the floor, snuggling his blanket with his thumb in his mouth. "Are you tired Buddy?" I ask him. "Uh-huh", he replies. So begins the second round of trying to get him to nap in his new bed. He brings out the usual stall-tactics:
1) Gotta watch Dora first
2) Gotta go see Daddy downstairs
3) No kisses for anyone (cuz he knows this is the last thing to do before going to sleep)
4) Need a story
5) Read it again
6) Read another one
7) Leave the door open a little bit
8) No you have to leave it more open
Then he must repeat the list in an attempt to wear me down.

After crying/pleading for about 5 minutes, he has crashed in his new bed. However it's now 4 pm which means we're gonna be up late again tonight as a result. Oh well, at least I won the battle.

However we're waiting for Babcia (Chris' Mom) to bring over the bedrails. Stay tuned to find out if he falls out of bed. LOL

Turning psycho. Don't wanna be pregnant anymore!

Morning sickness has not subsided (it's gotten worse the past week), parts of me are swollen that shouldn't be swollen, I've lost 6 lbs but you can't see it, I'm dizzy at least twice a day, 9 hours of sleep just isn't enough, I'm making so many trips to the bathroom these days that a club pack of bathroom tissue only lasts a week, my back is killing me despite me doing my stretches, I get winded coming up the stairs from the basement, I sweat just holding the hairdryer to my head, parts of me sweat that shouldn't be sweaty, I'm hot one minute and freezing the next for seemingly no reason, my face is covered in zits for weeks at a time, my hair looks like crap, walking around the mall makes me sick/dizzy/exhausted, i'm hungry all the time but anything I eat makes me gag/vomit, I have constant headaches, I can hardly put my son in his crib because this gut is always in the way (yes I know he should be in his big boy bed by now), I can't keep up with the housework cuz I tire out so easily, I can't just leave the housework cuz I can't stand the slightest bit of filth, my eyes are constantly blurry, my heart feels like it's often racing, my head hurts all the time to varying degrees, I can't fit into cute maternity clothes cuz I started out too fat and just got fatter, no one knows I'm pregnant unless I tell them because I don't look it, heartburn keeps me awake, it's hard to get up from a sitting or laying position, I can't bitch to my Mom anymore about feeling yucky cuz she's not here anymore, I wanna cry to everyone I know about Mom passing away but don't want to burden people with the same complaints all the time, my son won't go to bed easily anymore, my son won't potty train and everyone around me is telling me he should be done by now, I want to get out of the house and do things but there's not much one can do with limited mobility, I want to get down on the floor and play with Matthew but I get stuck there cuz my back goes out and it takes about 5 minutes for me to get back up, I can't shave my legs properly anymore cuz my gut is in the way, I can only wear slip-on shoes nowadays cuz it's too hard to bend over and tie my shoes (did I mention my gut keeps getting in the way?), I can't see my damn feet when I'm standing straight up anymore (although I can still smell them!), I can barely breathe, and I still have 2 more months of this to go!

And Chris wonders why I'm always angry and yelling...