Answering the burning question of who slept where last night. (Per Dairy Queen’s request!) Aubrey slept in her bed, Lauren slept in Emma’s bed, Emma slept in my bed, Sadie slept in my arms and I didn’t sleep at all…
Momma Said
‘Sup peeps? Sorry I’ve been off my blogging game lately The Stomach Virus from Hell lingered with Aubrey and Emma all week last week, and I thought we were in the clear when noone was sick for a few days, but now the sweetest baby in the universe, Sadie, is throwing up so I’ll be busy holding her today. Hopefully during naps I’ll be able to post some pics from the big girls ballet performance…where Emma stood stock-still for a solid fifteen minutes- her personal best.
Momma Said: Monday
Well it’s Monday again. Can you believe it? I just wanted to let you know if you are having a tough time getting into the groove today, that I am taking Aubrey and Emma to the dentist AND they have their first ballet “performance” tonight. So if you are having a Manic Monday, you just think about me cartin‘ my wild women around and tryin‘ to keep them from embarrassing me all over town. And hopefully this afternoon I’ll have a chance to tell you how it all went down! Have a good Monday!
Quarantine Day 2
Today is our second day of house arrest due to a stomach bug that’s been making Aubrey and Emma very sick. Aubrey asked me multiple times yesterday “When are we going to stop thoed upping, Momma?” and was also unable to walk from one room to another due to the fact that her legs were so “wibbly.”
Although they were sick, I wouldn’t say we had a bad day. I unfolded and made up the sofa bed, and hosted a movie marathon with all the Sprite and Popsicles you could hold…literally. The girls slept on the couch at nap time and are feeling much better today!
By yesterday afternoon, they were feeling better. So much so that Emma was begging to eat. I tried and tried to put her off, but she wouldn’t have it. She ate and begin “thoed upping” again while I had Sadie in her high chair trying to feed her dinner. I was running back and forth between the bathroom and the kitchen. After a couple of trips I walked back into the kitchen to find Aubrey feeding Sadie! Aubrey said, “Momma, I got her one of those baby napkin things…” (A bib, I hadn’t bothered, I was just going to bath her!)
I watched in amazement as my almost five-year sat patiently feeding her baby sister, one small spoonful at a time. Complete with Mommy-like baby talk, “Isn’t that goooood? It is! It is! It’s SOOOOO good! It’s yummy for your tummy, yes it is!” Every time Sadie would coo or open her mouth to smile, Aubrey would gently push another bite in her mouth. Apparently Aubrey has some mad mommy skillz…who knew?
Momma Said
I spent the morning running errands sans children. It was quite fab-a-lous to be by myself and able to think without anyone whining in the back seat.
I spent several hours at the bookstore and library doing “research” (wink-wink) and got a little more than I bargained for at the library. I saw a woman leaving the library with an arm full of books in a sports bra and shorts and get this, flip-flops. She was built about like me, which means even if she WAS at the gym she should have been wearing a shirt. BUT, the flip-flops filled me with doubt…you don’t wear flops to the gym.
Now I’m not going to “front” if you will, I’ve been known to use the “I-just-left-the-gym-don’t-judge-me-card” before. I’ve been too lazy to put on real clothes and pretended I just left the gym, but I at least followed through by wearing running shoes and a baseball hat, and occasionally dousing my face with water to look like I’d been sweating. (OK, so I’ve never really taken it THAT far, but I did have the decency to wear a SHIRT, for crying out loud!)
After my adventure at the library I went to the post office and grocery store, where I was ONCE again called ma’am no less than eight times…I counted. I am OVER this, people. I have a problem being called ma’am by someone ten to fifteen years younger than me and I have a MAY-JAH problem letting a man over 70 carry my groceries to my car…double standard? Yes. Do I care? NO. Would it be too much to ask to let PawPaw run the register and be sweet and send the young whipper snappers out in the ninety degree heat to push buggies and unload groceries? I think NOT!
Cabbage Leaves: Explained
I mentioned in Breastfeeding The Final Chapter, that I smelled of Chinese stir-fry due to the cabbage leaves under my three sports bras and ACE bandage. This has caused a bit of confusion for some of my childless and/or boobless readers.
Here’s the dealio, there is some sort of enzyme in the actual cabbage leaf that helps when you are engorged with milk. It works when your milk first comes in (but you are supposed to use them SPARINGLY if ‘n you plan to breastfeed, so it doesn’t effect your milk supply) and it works especially well when you have had enough and decide it’s time to wean, whenever that may be. Not only is the enzyme helpful in easing your pain, but if you keep your cabbage in the refrigerator, the leaves are cold and just HAPPEN to be shaped the right way to fit in your brassiere.
Helpful hint: If you are especially blessed in this area, you might tell your husband to get the BIGGEST HEAD OF CABBAGE he can find so you don’t have to put small bite size pieces of cabbage all over yourself, but can just use one large leaf per boob…if not, you will end up with what is essentially coleslaw in your bra and then you have the joy of retrieving small dried up pieces of cabbage from all over your house because they fell out the bottom of your bra.
Not that I know, I’m just saying…it seems perfectly logical that that COULD happen to someone. If say, their husband bought a head of cabbage the size of a brussel sprout.
Emma’s Birthday
I’ve been cleaning the house all day preparing for Emma’s third birthday party tomorrow. I had a team meeting with the girls and promised to make cupcakes with them if they would help me clean. (I realize that this is manipulative AND very tricky because I know and YOU know, I had to make them anyway, but they’re not that smart yet, AND it worked.)
I swept and mopped the floors, while Aubrey dusted and Emma vacuumed like she works for Merry Maids part-time. And of course they were both “nekkid,” choosing to clean in nothing but princess panties!
I am looking forward to Emma’s party. She remembers Aubrey’s 4th birthday in VIVID detail, so anytime I ask her a question like…”what do you want for your birthday?” or “what kind of party do you want to have?” Her answer is ALWAYS in reference to what Aubrey got or the decorations she had last year. Except when it came to what flavor of cupcakes she wanted which received an emphatic “SHOC-O-LAT!”
Aubrey is a Funfetti kind of girl…in a way I guess tomorrow is a reenactment of Aubrey’s party. I did buy a pinata this time, which we’ve never done before. I just wanted to see a bunch of little girls in princess dresses whacking at something with a baseball bat.