I'm improving :)

I have a tendency to burn cookies. Out of 4 batches I've made total, I've burnt 2.

The other day I tried again, moved the cookie rack up a notch (duh!) and turned the heat on the oven down a smidge and guess what? No burnt cookies!

Matthew woke up from his nap so I had the cookies ready for him when he got up. I give him one, he turns it over, sees it's not burnt and says "Good for you Mommy!".

Finally figured out the Cuddly Wrap!!!!

OK I bought this thing intending on using it to breastfeed but alas, "the girls" are broken and that didn't work. Still I planned on using it to lug Maya around so I can get some work done, play with Matthew, and still keep her happily close to Mommy; Matthew was a big Mommy-suckybaby so I just assumed Maya would be too and yup, she is! Well this contraption is like 50ft of fabric you wrap around yourself a certain way and stick the baby in it and they stay put. And despite my ability to read English I haven't been able how to follow these instructions to use the damn thing. And my "friend" Miranda has been laughing at me for it (bitch! LOL). Well today I figured it out! Woohoo! And I put Maya in it and she didn't fall out! However I didn't really get to test it cuz she decided she was exhausted just as I picked her up to put her in it and screamed her head off. I'll try again once she's awake. Here's what the wrap looks like.

http://www.peapodcreations.ca/howto.html

Try doing this thing up when you're exhausted, only on your 5th cup of coffee for the day, and the baby is crying cuz you're not holding her or cuz she's not sitting upright and can't see while you're trying to wrap this thing around you. Ugh! But at least I got to use it once before she went to college.

Bad grandparents!

Can you believe Chris' parents didn't have the website saved into their favourites after all this time? They just called us again to get the website address so I told them they were bad grandparents if they didn't have it saved on their computer. Sheesh! ;)

Another master manipulator

I'm sitting on the computer whilst Maya is supposed to be sleeping. I hear wimpering coming from the living room so I get up to comfort her. I put the soother in her mouth, she pouts a few times and won't stop wimpering. Thinking she needs her Mommy I pick her up and start rocking her in my arms. She looks me in the eye and sticks out her bottom lip and starts pouting again so I ask her "What's wrong with my little baby huh?". The pout instantly turns into a HUGE grin!!!

Man she's good!

What did the dump truck do that was so bad?

As Matthew was playing with his cars and trucks this morning, he decided it was about time to give his dump truck a little discipline.

Matthew: "Dump truck...(unintelligible blah blah)...Bad boy...(muttering something else unintelligble)...Too bad. You should've listened to me."

Don't know where he's heard this before. LOL!

You can dress her up but you can't take her out

Today was Maya's appointment for her first set of needles. Of course she got hungry in the waiting room so I gave her a bottle. She chugged it down, but kept smiling at me and trying to talk with her mouth full, so the formula kept dribbling down her chin and she got the top part of her shirt nearly soaked. Then we're called into the doctor's office to get her needles. Maya with her sick sense of humour and impeccable timing decided this was the perfect time to unload the mother of all poops! Blah! Good thing I remembered the diaper bag this time (I tend to forget it for every doctor's appointment). Never have I changed a diaper so darn fast; I was sweating buckets trying to get it done before the doctor came back in. No such luck; he caught her with her pants down! But it worked out OK I suppose since she had to get weighed anyways so she was already half-stripped.

She's up to 11 lbs 12oz. I didn't pay attention to how big her head is (really who cares anyways!), and the doctor never checks their height so I don't know that one either. I could try to measure her here but she's too wiggly and thinks it's funny to be uncooperative.

In the "Mommy's D'oh!" department, I narrowly escaped a $20 parking ticket while at the doctor's office. I seemed to have missed the bright yellow parking meters and huge signs posted all over the parking lot (there was even one on the pole right in front of my car). Just as the attendant was writing me up I walked up to her and confessed my boobery and was waiting for her to hand me the ticket; she said I was really lucky cuz she hadn't pressed the print button on her machine yet and she let me go. Wow! I didn't know they could do that! In my defense though I've been going to this doctor since I was 8 years old and they've just installed these meters within the last 2 months so I totally wasn't expecting it and admittedly was on auto-pilot and not paying attention. This would explain why there were so many available spots in the parking lot today.

Sore loser

Today was another one of those days where no matter what I did Shmear-n-Shmore were determined to drive me up the wall.

It started first thing this morning with Maya. She puked. And puked and puked and puked. On me, not on the "spit blanket" I reserve for such things. She puked so much that it ran down my leg onto my loveseat. Good thing it's leather and easy to clean, but that's no excuse!

Then it was Matthew's turn. While I was busy cleaning up after Maya I forgot to change him first thing this morning. Granted we're trying to potty train him but still, I was too busy. Well he peed. And peed and peed and peed. Right through his jammies. Left a wet spot on the carpet where he was sitting waiting for me to come to my senses. Left another wet spot on my shirt (the one I changed after Maya puked on me) when I picked him up to comfort him after a run-in with a wall. More laundry to do AND a spot to clean on the carpet.

All was fine for a while few hours. Part of their strategy no doubt.

Then I get the brilliant idea to take the kids to the park. Nice gesture I thought. Everything went well going to the park, but coming home was a different story. Matthew was not going without a fight. I tried to convince him to come with me a few times. He walked away. I'd had enough and yelled "Get over here NOW!". Everyone in the park turned to see who the psycho was. I shouldn't have expected much from him as he tends to get a little ornery and stubborn when his stupid mother doesn't put him down for a nap! Duh!

3rd strike. You'd assume I'd be out right? Wrong! It's only 4 pm and there's still plenty of time for more.

Tired Matthew takes a loud hissy fit in the living room, complete with blood-curdling screaming and throwing himself on the floor. I tell him he can't watch Nemo or Toy Story or any of his other movies cuz he was bad and wouldn't come with me when I called him at the park, and he also refused to hold my hand when we crossed the street. It took him about 30 minutes to stop screaming and crying. Then he fell asleep...on the living room floor. I wasn't about to move him cuz I didn't want to get yelled at again so I left him there to sleep it off. 4th strike?

I fed Maya a few more times between 4 pm and 8 pm. She also puked on me a few more times. It's now to the point where I just don't even smell it anymore.

Now it's bathtime for Maya. I get another brilliant idea to take a bath with my baby girl. It's Chris' job to come get her when she's cleaned up and I can continue on with my own bath. We splash and bob and play in the water for a while. Matthew and Daddy come in and watch for a bit. Just as they start to leave I see something strange in the tub floating by me. Hmmm, I don't remember bringing any brown tub toys in with us, I think to myself. Oh dammit, she pooped in the tub! I call for Chris who of course doesn't hear me. I call, I bang on the wall, I wait, I bang again, I wait, I pound on the wall and finally he comes in. Then he laughs. I'm surrounded by baby poop and have no way to escape and he's laughing. He finally shuts up so I can pass her to him and start up the shower for us. I hose down the two of us and the tub and we all get out. 5th strike.

They're now both asleep so I'm assuming they're done their dirty work and it's safe for me to go to bed. Do you think they'll be nice to me and let me sleep the whole night through?