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Anniversaries, Poop, and Some Other Stuff

This week (April 7th to be exact) marked four years since Hubby and I have been together! I started writing a post about “us” but… decided it was better left for a ‘page’ so I’ll get that (“Our Story”)ย up when I find the time to finish it! ๐Ÿ™‚


Magnolia. Miss Magnolia. *sigh* Magnolia has (three times in the last two weeks) taken poop out of her diaper and smeared on things. I know this is something she’ll outgrow (she better outgrow this &%$#) but it’s pretty frustrating. She first did it in her room after waking up in the morning – Hubby cleaned it up and let me sleep through it (what a doll!). Then it happened again at Grandma’s house on Wednesday. She allegedly smeared it ALL OVER the pack n’ play – like, ALL OVER the netting on all sides. Poor Grandma had to clean it up. We told her to take it outside and use the power washer. ICK. And then yesterdayย HRH Magnolia QP (Her Royal Highness, Magnolia, the Queen of Poop) striked again. This time it was a handful of poop smeared onto the baby swing and the baby playmat. Needless to say we got very upset and she got a very long time out on “the step”.

It hasn’t happened since that last time (knock on wood… hell, I’ll knock twice for that!) and she’s since said a few times “I put poop all over place”. And then we go through the “Poop only belongs in your diaper” speech.

She’s been very good with the baby – she loves the baby, she really does. But part of me thinks this might be stemming from feeling left out or that we don’t have time for her anymore… it makes sense. So I took Mags with me to the market this past weekend. She seemed to really enjoy the only-her time with Mommy. We had slacked off on taking them out recently because they had gotten that cold and then RSV. Now that the weather is getting nicer and they’re not sick anymore we can start taking them out again. Hopefully this one-on-one time will remedy the poop situation.

UPDATE: This post has been a draft now for a couple days. After I wrote about Starbucks (see below), I saved this draft intending to finish it later.ย  In the meantime,ย HRH Magnolia QP struck again!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHH! This time it wasn’t a ton of poop all over, just a little smeared on the baby’s jumperoo thingy. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger – but Lord! Please no more POOP ON OUR HOUSE!!!!! To make matters slightly worse, she has now said “I love poop!” more than twice. WTF. My kids are so weird.

Anyone have experience with this? How did you curb the love of poop?


I’m drinking my first Starbucks since… December 2009. Early December. It’s delicious. I swear there’s something about Starbucks that makes me feel so… normal and like myself again. I’d say that it’s the caffeine except that today I got 2/3 decaf 1/3 not decaf. I drink an Iced Triple Tall Carmel Machiatto in the warm weather (sometimes in the winter, too) – and I have them put it in a grande cup to prevent from triple shot spillage. I must be a pain in the ass, especially since today I ordered 2 decaf shots and one regular shot. I’m still nursing so… I didn’t want to overload the baby with caffeine.

Anyways, my drink was delicious and ifย I could get a free minute, I’m sure I could whip through all this cleaning and preparation for this weekend. Snowdrop is getting Baptized this weekend (YAY! She’ll finally be free of Original Sin!!! Whoohoo!!! Devil be GONE! Haha!) ANYWAYS… so we’re having a lunch/brunch/food here after the ceremony on Sunday afternoon. We decided to go the easy route and order food. So we’ve got Mostaccioli, Toasted Ravioli’s on order. I’m going to pick up some bread/rolls this week as well as fruit to make a fruit salad. And some fine cheeses to throw together a cheese board. I love cheese boards and styling them. It’s the little things in life, you know? ๐Ÿ™‚ My parents are bringing down a cake from the bakery I used to work at. I’m very excited about that. I’m a bakery snob and there’s nothing like my “own” bakery back home. Nothing like it anywhere! So since we’re having people over to our house (like official company!), we need to clean up. Big time. Well not big time… well, sort of. We’ve got a lot of “stuff” to put away and clutter to… de-clutter. ๐Ÿ™‚

It’s been a crazy week so far, yesterday Hubby had Baseball Opening Day to attend (we’re season ticket holders and big baseball fans) and then he had a Softball game to play in (he plays during the summer with his buddies). SO yesterday we got like nothing done. And today, Hubby went grocery shopping (we had no milk for TWO DAYS, wtf!) and grabbed some things like fruit and crackers that we’ll need for Sunday. Then he was off to golf league. Oh yes, Tuesdays are golf league. Monday Softball. Tuesday Golf League. By Wednesday, Mommy has lost her mind so it’s a good thing the big girls go to Grandma’s house for the day. Wednesday night this week, Hubby wants us to have date night and go to the baseball game. I’d love to do this but really – we have so much to do and if Grandma is willing to take all three kids for five hours so we can have “date night”, I’d really rather spend this week’s date night cleaning my house. I know, so lame, right? But seriously – I can’t get anything done when all three are home. So we’re kind of stuck with Thursday to do stuff. *sigh*…. It’s going to be a long week. Or maybe it will be short because we’re going to be so busy. I just don’t know.

On Thursday the bug guy is coming to spray for ants. We get them every summer. I really hate ants.

The End.


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Married, Two Years!!! And a lot of other thoughts.

Yesterday was our two year anniversary – YAY US! – so I’m wearing my fancy underwear, my very, very last clean pair of undies. I’ll go commando tomorrow until my laundry is dried! ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ve been on a laundry strike lately as I just haven’t “felt” like doing it. Hubby has offered to do it for me… but eh. I don’t mind piles of laundry in my ill-state. ๐Ÿ™‚ Hubby surprised me on our anniversary morning by telling me to put the girls down for an early nap so we could get them to Grandma’s and to dinner on time! I WAS SO SURPRISED!!! He usually has golf on Tuesdays but took it off. YAY!!!! So not only did he take me to dinner, I also got a lovely card, my favorite and hard-to-find flowers (moonshadow carnations), and two DMB CD’s (the new Groo Grux & a live CD we don’t already own)… yep. That’s “it”. He really put a lot of thought into our anniversary. I luff him. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s been a really difficult two years learning to live with each other, raising twins, learning to share a bed. I wouldn’t change a thing but being married was not like turning on a switch. There’s a lot of give and take.

I love having my own bed. I sleep so much better if I’m alone. Don’t get me wrong, I love falling asleep in the crook of my husband’s shoulder/arm. I love waking up and seeing his sparkling blue eyes from across the pillows. I love scooting my butt against his when we turn away from each other. I love when our hands weld together beneath the covers. There are many nice things about sharing a bed. There are also some not-so-fabulous things about sharing a bed. Stealing of covers (I’m also guilty of this), stealing of space (guilty as charged), and once there was a memorable bad attack of gas (not guilty, it was all him).

And then there’s his girlfriend.

What?! His girlfriend??? As part of his wedding gifts from me, I purchased him a body pillow. He really wanted one. I even bought a cozy velour pillowcase for her. To make her softer and cozier. I thought I was being such a good wife. I didn’t realize that SHE would take up so much space in our bed.ย  I jest lovingly when I call her his girlfriend and refer to her as “SHE” (always dramatically) – but sometimes, I do hate her. She takes up space and often ‘sleeps’ between us. Thus, she is my husband’s girlfriend.

I love my husband but I always tell him how much I’d love to have my own bed, right next to his – I just need space. He says that once I get big enough, he will move my old full-sized bed into our bedroom. We’ll mush them as close together as they’ll go and he can visit me in my bed as we please. ๐Ÿ™‚ I just need space to stretch my body out. I’m one of those sleepers that’s either in a ball or taking up every inch of mattress that I can. Several times, I’ve woken up with my head at the bottom of the bed. I’m an odd bird – but you’ve probably realized this by now.

My grandparents had two beds in their room. Two big king sized beds, right next to each other – they were married since 1951 (?) until my grandmother died of cancer in 1991. They also had separate bathrooms. Things were different back then, but perhaps they held a key to a long, happy, love-filled marriage. Perhaps separate beds shmushed together & private bathrooms were one of those keys. I like to think so. A little mystery and separation is good for the heart. Plus, if they wanted to cuddle all they needed to do was roll over a couple times. ๐Ÿ™‚ My Papa loved my Nana with every bit of his heart & soul, still tearing up in his eyes when he spoke of her sixteen years later before his death. It brought me great comfort when he died to know that he was finally with her again, where he wanted to be for the past sixteen years. I clung to that idea when he passed; I cling to it now. I miss him greatly. He lived with our family for the last six years of his life & I treasure that experience. Difficult at times, it enriched my life. (Okay, I’m getting way too sad, and now I’m crying. I didn’t cry at his funeral, perhaps from the shock of losing one of my best friends two weeks earlier and my other best friend’s father – a second dad to me – the same day my Papa died. It was the worst two weeks of my life (three funerals of three very significant people in my life in 9 days – perhaps some day I’ll write of this, currently it’s all still too painful to verbalize properly…. blah….) and by the time we got around to Papa’s funeral, I was frankly cried out. I cry all the time now for him. Even when I wasn’t a hormonal basketcase. I miss him.)

*sigh*… Moving on…

Not much has been happening here since my rant on Quest Diagnostics… the girls went to grandma’s house for the day. Wednesdays are our usual Mommy’s Day Out/Grandma’s Day In. I dropped them off promptly at 11:30am and went right back home to sit on my patootie and do nothing! Actually, I did half a load of my laundry (I’ll move it to the dryer…tomorrow?). Mainly underwear and sweatpants and my favorite t-shirt. I got it for my 12th birthday (yep, 12th) and while it WAS big on me then (think nightgown), now it’s perfect. Ratty, worn-in, and perfect. After devouring my leftovers, I went to ‘my’ salon and got my eyebrows waxed. I also got my lip waxed. I’m lucky to have very light colored hair so my “mustache” (And please pronounce that: moose-tache. It’s more fun to say it that way. And makes it sound less manly.) isn’t super-noticable. It was the first time I’ve had my lip waxed. I normally do the cream-removal thing but I remember from the last time I was pregnant it really f-d with my skin (like, burning pain) and you’re not really supposed to use it when you’re pregnant. So, I thought I’d take advantage of my favorite esthetician (? is that the right word, I’m pretty sure I spelled it right!) and get the mustache taken off. OUCH. OUCH OUCH OUCH. It hurt, for like…. only two minutes. I’m sooooooooooooo getting that done every time I get my eyebrows done. (I try to get them done once a month. Again, I’m lucky I don’t grow hair like an Amazon Woman.) It’s way easier than avoiding my husband like the Black Plague while I’m in the bathroom with hair-removal cream on my beard.
I’m still pretty sick but trying to mind-over-matter this all-day sickness crapola. I got a really bad cold this weekend. I thought it was a sinus infection (I’ve never had one!) and spent the whole Sunday in bed. 24 hours. I was sick as a dog. I spent Monday blowing my nose every five minutes. It looked like I had spent my life snorting coke (something I never have, never will, and am totally anti. I told you before, I don’t do “drugs”). It was so red and raw, ICK. Tuesday went better and today, although my throat is quite scratchy – I did not feel like death. Yay me! ๐Ÿ˜‰ I go to the doctor next Wednesday to review my bloodwork and have another ultrasound. I’m pretty convinced now that I had a three-hour period and it wasn’t just spotting. Anything’s possible, right? This would explain for the baby measuring six weeks and not the nine weeks we thought it would. While this still might not be the case, in my paranoid worry-worting little mind… it helps to believe this is why. I’m still worried I’ll miscarry but less so than I was last week. YAY ME for overcoming my friggin’ crazy-brain.
I need to stop writing and go to bed. Nighty-night! ๐Ÿ™‚

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