A little bit wet and a little bit windy.

We are right smack in the way of Hurricane Sandy.  We are still trying to decide if we should go to my darling AYM's house.  Isn't she fantastic to offer to take us in?  YOU ARE TOTALLY FANTASTIC AND I LOOOOOOVE YOOOOU.   On the positive side, huge house with lots of room to play and obviously HOORAY to getting spend a lot of time with AYM and her awesome family.  Plus woohoo to less horrible weather that will still suck balls but not as much.  It is supposed to be somewhat less terrible there.  But we would have to leave the cats, plus if something simple went wrong with the house we would not be here to handle it and would just come home to who knows what.  We are still deciding.  The last weather report was slightly less menacing. 

I almost packed up the kids and took them to North Carolina since my parents are in the mountains and are going to be mostly unaffected by this mess. 

I'm pretty freaked out about the storm and everything that might go wrong. 

I did the shopping and we have water and food and diapers and wipes and  wine and chocolate and coal for the grill for when we lose power. We got cash and candles and paper plates.


I wish I had a crystal ball. 

35, 36, 37, 38.

  Tomorrow I turn 38.  What a big and grown up and middle aged sounding number.  I don't feel 38     ( mentally) but I guess there is no getting around it.  Hopefully I will not change seven poopie diapers tomorrow like I did last year on my birthday.  Seven?  YES.  Who could forget that?  I am feeling pretty relaxed about my birthday this year.  Mr. is going to work like normal and we are going to have leftover black bean burgers for dinner.  Friday is Peter's dentist appointment( hooray! NOT REALLY) and Saturday we are going to the Sugarloaf Craft Festival to buy some kickass maple syrup.  I ran out of my preferred brand and have been slumming it with Trader Joes.  I am hoping to get two gallons this year.  That should get me through the year til next October. 

  We will be seeing my Mom and sister on Saturday as well and Sunday will be a normal day of errands and stuff.  It'll be a fairly lame and quiet occasion and that is just fine.  I am very happy about looking forward to this year.  To Halloween with Peter who will be a bat and Jamie who will be a pumpkin. Who can resist the charm of dressing your baby as a pumpkin?  Not me.  LOVE IT.  Ohh holiday season, to think I have been looking forward to the holidays for months.  MONTHS.  My sister and I were so excited that we had Christmas in July this year. 

All those years when time marched on without me, and now time flies by while I hold tightly to it's tail, watching my children grow and change at what seems like light speed. 

Happy Birthday to me.  I am thrilled with my present. 

Back on the horse. Covered in poop.

  This morning my husband kissed us all goodbye, and remarked on how nice it was to have three people to kiss goodbye.  I dressed Peter, and since it was early and I was still full of hope- I put underwear on him.  Because potty training him is basically like everything else we have ever done with Peter.  A battle of the wills.  Except he is armed with fecal matter and my armor is merely some paper towels and Nature's Miracle.  NOT EVEN FOOTING.

  Annnyhow, Jamie is teething and miserable.  Or miserable and teething.  Last night I did not even try to put him in his crib.  He has been sleeping with us for seven months.  AWESOME. not really that awesome. Soooo I gave Jamie breakfast and a teething tablet and nursed him.  He slowly shut his baby eyes.  Slowly, slowly, HOOOORK.  Indiana projectile vomited on the carpet and floor AND SHOES.  In two spots.  I thought "well, maybe I can let it sit for a few minutes til Jamie is asleep since Peter is playing nicely in the "Heeeeeereee cooooomes the TRRRRRRAAAAAINNNN"'Wheels churning madly, Peter races with his riding train straight for the barf.  I jump up to stop him "nnoooo Peter nnoooo" I put Jamie in the pack n play and divert Peter, James goes from puzzled and sleepy to FURIOUS and SHOUTING AND CRYING.   "Mommmmmmy why don't you love me?"
 "Jamie, I do love you.
"PROVE IT AND PICK MEEEEEEE UUUUUUUPPPP" 
Wiping up the barf while Jamie screams I hear the timer "beep beep".  it's the Tinkle Timer I set so I know when to have Peter use the potty.  Umm.

"Piiiickkkk meee UUUUUUUUPPPPPP WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

I quickly wash my hands and pick up James, Peter should be ok for a minute, right?
NO.
He walks in, dark blue pants...darker and bluer.

mmmhhhmm
I put down Jamie."WWAAHHHHHHH, YOU DON'T LOOOOOOVEEE MEEEEEEE"
I strip Peter and explain that while everyone has accidents-"Even Darth Vader? "
"Yes."
"Even Darth MAUL??'
"Yes."
"Even Daddy?"
"Sure." Not really.  Sorry honey, I threw you under the bus.
I pull off his diaper.  NOOOOOO A poop of doom rolls onto the carpet.
"WAAHHHH PICK MEEEE UPPPPP I AM  SAAAAAADDDDD. YOOOOOU DON"T LOOOOVE MEEEEE"

I gently ease down Peter's pants and find a nice number two in his underwear in addition to the lost soldier on the carpet.  HURRAH!
I wipe, and wipe.  And wipe.  He clamps his butt like he is in prison and it is group shower time.
"WWAAAHHHH NOBODY LOOOOVESSS MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!"
I go upstairs past the sobbing Jamie. "Wwwwwaaaahhhh Mommy , WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN MEEEEEEEE?"

I re-dress Peter.  I pick up the sobbing Jamie  and and hear "beep beep".  It is only 11 a.m.