Evil E

 

smothered with judie

 

biggest sweetie

 

Gator Run: Happy Birthday She!

Gator Run: Happy Birthday She!

Even got a shout out from B today. :) Click the link for a summertime picture!

god help me

I'm 37 years old today. That is too close to forty for my comfort level.

And - I return to work in 13 days.

Sadness.

On the good news side, I received TWO bottles of my fave wine in the world today. My friends (and husband) do love me. Or worry about me.

Or both.

Happy Birthday to ME! 

now returning to our regular programming....

Three weeks away - three weeks and I'm back at work. FOO! I had a meeting with my superior this morning to go over my responsibilities (they're the same as before I went on maternity leave) and the general lay of the land of the organization (read: same f-ing mess as before).

I left the meeting with a huge pit in my stomach - all those feelings about the job came rushing back. I've been on a holiday haitus, it seems. Everyone is so unhappy there. Everyone is SO stressed out. I'm not looking forward to jumping into that cesspool again. But I have to.

While I go a little more crazy each and every day here with the boys, I realize that these will be forever called "the good old days". Days where dawdling is an acceptable developmental stage, not an executive strategic tactic (or lack of direction or decision making abilities).

Better bite my tongue now. Sigh. 

Step by Step

Today we did our first trial with the boys to be left alone with "Auntie Sam", our new friend and daycare provider as of Oct 10th. We've had lots of playdates with Auntie Sam and her children over the summer, and Ethan and Jude get along well with her children, who are 6 and 1 years old. I left the boys with Sam for an hour this morning and went for a spell of solitude and coffee (with my book, naturally) and really enjoyed myself. The boys did well too - E was a little quiet at first, missing me, but then was okay. We'll do another practice run next week, and a longer one the week after that.

Troy's been away since Tuesday morning on business, and I'm tired from single parenting this dastardly duo. The boys have been good, however. I'm just tired. My man's home tomorrow night, however, and I'm looking forward to that.

A boring entry, for sure - because I'm just wiped! But a picture to share from our visit to the petting zoo weeks ago. When it was still summer. Not cold and rainy, which it was today.

Fall is here. 

bigger by the day

My biggest boy has reached another milestone today. Well, actually, I guess I have more than him. Instead of buying yet another package of size 5 diapers for Ethan today, I bought him "feel and learn" pull ups - and a POTTY!

Of course, he has absolutely no interest in the potty right now, but its ready and waiting for him when he does. He also has one just like it awaiting him and his readiness at daycare next month. He'll start his pull ups when his current diaper package is empty.

A little thing, but a big change around here. I'm anxious about potty training, in truth, but soon he'll be THREE and well, gangbusters. I hope.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go read bedtime stories to my little man. 

a hard day

Today was one of those hard parenting days.

As I type this, Jude is wailing from his crib, CIO, and has been for about 30 minutes (of course I check on him every 5 minutes). I don't know what is wrong. He just wants to stay up, or is over tired, or he's at that developmental stage when he's newly crawling, sitting up, pulling up, et cetera and doesn't want to go to sleep.

He's been a challenge all day.

Usually its Ethan who drives me around the bend on a daily basis, mostly because he's full throtle into his Evil Kenevil phase, and he's a bit too rambuctious and physical with Judie. And he doesnt listen, blah blah toddler stuff blah.

Jude, like, OVERNIGHT, has leapfrogged into toddlerhood.

He refuses to lie down - be it bedtime, diaper changes (which results in tearful (for both of us) wrestling/pinning matches to get a diaper then clothes on him several times a day). He wants to climb up on stuff. He wants to kneel/stand. He wants to take Ethan's toys. He wants his independence, dammit. And of course, now, he's getting a few bumps DAILY between his own tumbles and Ethan's exhuberance (just today E smacked him, twice, with Lego's, which leave a nasty mark).

Lets chalk this one up for a trying day. I need wine. Of course, tonight is a day Troy's out late - likely not even home before Ethan goes to bed.

*whimper*

I just don't know how I'm going to handle two toddlers!!!! 

family matters

My dear brother B and his lovely beloved Sophie came to visit us this weekend, from Toronto.

Sophie had never met our Judie before, and we hadn't seen Bill for 9 months. So it was a very happy reunion.


Lots of talks, wine (Lord, lots of wine), amazing seafood BBQ, baby cuddles, and laughs.

They've already headed onwards on their little holiday, and I missed them as soon as the door shut behind them.

 

Why? How Come?

As of Today, Ethan has started with the dreaded toddler phase, the "why's".

Why? Why? How come? Why? How come? Why? Why? Why?

Why?

In other news, we went to the beach today. It was awesome.