CD 15ish

No news to report.  We did the deed this morning in case I ovulate at all early.  We are having a lot more fun with it this time around.  No pressure, just I guess normal.  Well normal-er.

We are both feeling comfortable with whatever happens.

We did a three hour each way trip to Maryland yesterday.  Peter was in underwear and even fell asleep, with no accidents.  We stopped once on the way there.  We put an overnight diaper on him for the drive home so we could put him right to bed.

I guess I would call him conditionally potty trained.  No more diapers during the day.  he is interested in wearing underwear to bed but I told him he would have to go a whole month with no accidents during the day and then we could try at night.  occasionally he wakes up dry, but that is the exception.  I know we will have to take him to the bathroom at least twice a night.  Maybe at like..11 and 3?  I don't know.

Our 15 year old cat is not doing very well.  He is peeing everywhere.  It is pretty smelly.  He is getting more keep to himself-ish.  And laying all over the laundry to be washed and peeing all over it.  So we are grooming him more often and switched his food. But 15 is 15.  In all honesty he is kind of a gross cat and always has been.  We got him from Mr's sister who moved to where she could not keep him.  He is kind of neurotic and forever humping our other cat.  And in his sprier days was an incorrigible food stealer and garbage picker.  Thank you Sim.ple H.uman.  

But he is still really nice, just gross.  We always liken him to that uncle everyone has that says "pull my finger" and teaches your kids to pick it and flick it.   

CD 12ish

We're still in it to win it.  So we'll see if I even ovulate this month.  I have to run upstairs and get Peter, he is playing in his room while James takes a nap.  Jamie was up most of the night with his teeth and so Mr. and I are burnt like toast.  I tried to get him to stay home today since I was beat and 2 parents at 25% is better than one.  No deal.  He had too many meetings.  Mr. Fancy.  haha I am having a meeting right now with some lukewarm coffee.  I still have a bunch of crap to do like bake muffins and wash dishes and do laundry and clean the bathroom. 

I'm sitting down though.  Just for a few minutes with my coffee. 

The super big news here is... yesterday Peter pooped on the potty!  All on his own.  It was a monster too, thank YOU, Jesus  that I did not have to clean that one off the carpet. I was letting him run around naked ( not that I have much choice since he strips off ALL THE TIME) and he told me he had to go( !!!!!) and then went!  HELLLLL YEEEEEEEAH. 

Anyhow, I have used up my teeny bit of freedom.  I better go check on my little nudist.

CD 2 ish

Easter was weird and I was just horribly spotty and crampy and AF crashed the show in the night so I guess for cycle purposes this is CD2?  I'm not totally sure.  We had a lovely Easter and the boys baptism was perfect.  Absolutely perfect.  Maybe I cried but I would never admit it and lose street cred.  Peter and James were angelic, so perfect, so sweet.  It was amazing( and unlikely ahhaha we all drank mimosas before we left because we were sure it would be a mess).  I hope I will always remember how innocent and trusting and beautiful the boys looked at they were baptized.

I made an awesome brunch if I say so myself.  And I do, because I did.  I made bread and dyed it in pastel colors, pink, yellow, and green. Then I made ham salad, tuna and pbnj.  I made sriracha and smoked paprika deviled eggs and a coffee cake and double chocolate banana muffins and a jello mold.  The jello got too soft because I put it in hot water for too long, but other wise everything was perfect and the set up was so easy, I had all the food set out in under ten minutes.

CD 1 FTW.

Nice.  Well played Uterus.  it's 2 30 a.m. and I am racing trying to get everything done before it gets here FOR REAL and I am my usual mess. 

I am cooking and cooking AND COOKING. 

My back hurts. I have cramps, I rewarded myself with some tasty advil.

I have to go run and do some more bullshit but I just wanted to check in and say LOL YOU TOTALLY GOT ME PCOS. 

Did i mention that by 11 my death cramps from the planet Death will probably be here?  SWELL.

CD 40

uggghh

I  want it to get here but it was so wretched last time that I am hoping it holds off til Monday.  The boys ( and Mister) are getting baptized on Sunday and I really don't want to spend the service slouched in the pew or propped against the wall hoping I don't throw up in front of everyone. 

I don't think I am pregnant, I tested three times, and it was negative.  I mean it goes without saying that I am dying to get another box because I am crazy I like to be sure before I drink wine or get x-rays. 

I think I am coming down with something.  I have been feeling on and off funky for a couple days.  Maybe it is my blood sugar?  I stopped taking met while I was on antibiotics because since met and antibiotics can both upset your stomach, I was not really keen to try a combo.  Let's see.. something that can give you diarrhea plus something that can give you bad gas and loose poops.  HMMMM.  Nope.  I'll pass( haha).

James started giving kisses this week.  So precious.  He also likes to play his toy horn and blow on a kazoo.  A GENIUS.  What? 

Soo I'll probably test again this weekend or Monday assuming I don't get my period in the middle of church and then throw up.  How much do I LOVE that AF and throwing up and diarrhea are a package deal?  SO MUCH.

Three!

My hurricane.  You are loving and sweet and STUBBORN and loud and smart and have an amazing memory as well as a strong determination to figure everything out.  You jump with joy when you get a present, you sing and have your own taste in music.  Daddy and I made you a playlist for your birthday party. 

You love The Cars, Queen, ahem..The Bloodhound Gang. ooops.  Michael Buble, and the soundtrack to Star Wars.  You love the song Red Solo Cup. 

You love play doh and trucks..fire trucks, cement mixers, you got a badass crane from Grandpa and Grandma and you are in love with it.  You love stories, and will sit for Peter Rabbit and Tom Kitten and most especially Jemima Puddleduck and the foxy gentleman.  When we go driving through woods you look for him, ever hopeful to spy him with his newspaper.  You love reading and I am so proud of that. 

You are hard to cuddle now and I have to steal my hugs and kisses because you are far too busy playing and running and hiding and singing and getting into mischief. 

Your favorite person in the world is your aunt.  I don't mind, after all she gets to say "yes" and I have to say "no" a lot.

You are slowly taking to the tiny person we imposed on you, and don't like when your brother is sleeping. 

You hate food.  boo.  food. no.  Why stop playing? 

You love construction and one of the stranger changes to my life now that you are in it is that I am happy when we get stuck in construction traffic because you get so excited looking at all the excavators and cement mixers. 

You love hot chocolate and I make if for you every morning.  It's warming up now so I suppose that will stop.

We took you and your brother on a train ride for your birthday party.  It was magical.  Also crazy, so not unlike parenting in general.  40 people that love you, all together and riding through the snow, eating pizza and cake. 

Your daddy and I are always so surprised when we look at you and see that our baby has disappeared and been replaced by a little boy.  You are our delight and our challenge, our uphill climb.  You are wonderful.

love,

Mama

One!

This is just for you.

You don't really have anything just for you, my darling.  So here is one thing.  Something just for you, my precious, my sweetest, my loving and silly and charming and amazing baby.

You are a year old.  Well, a year this past Tuesday.  I am sorry I could not linger over your special day,  here it is late and disorganized just like everything you get as our second baby.

You are so smart, I cannot believe you tried to sing last week!  You tried to sing Rock A Bye baby and nailed the tune perfectly.  You can clap, and tippy tap your little hands with joy, the joy of a story or a toy or  with the secret joy you carry inside you and shine freely on everyone.

You are a delight.  You love to play, to pet the cats, to chase your brother and mommy while she tries to vacuum nine zillion crumbs off our filthy floor.  You love to chew EVERYTHING.    Everything goes in your mouth, the cat, the toys, books, paper, tissues, wipies, FOOD.  You love food!  Your very favorite food is beef stew, but you also love rice krispies, and ripe pears.

You love ME.  It is hard to explain and you may understand someday but being able to soothe you just be picking you up, just by being there is a luxury.  It's amazing.  Your first word was mama.  "mama mama" you chirp and smile and hold your chubby hands out to me, smiling because that is your nature.  You greet the world with a smile, happy anticipation of every day, every story, everything.

You are gentle and pet the cats so sweetly, they let you climb all over them.

You love to play ball and roll it around the living room.

You love cars, and push them busily around the floor.

Parenting you this year has been an easy thing in a year full of hard things.  You mold yourself into our day, bouncing along and rolling with whatever comes your way.

Oh my merry baby, you healed us.  You mended a hole your father and I did not know was there just by being you.  We could not love you more.

Mama