Trying not to eat everything in the house

i thought i was doing pretty well. Ho! Must be 'that time of the month', because nothing is sacred or safe. at least it's not total junk, but it may as well be. i've done a complete diet backslide in the last two months. the weight that *had* come off...is back. damn it. i feel lousy again and i know it's because of the things i've been eating. too much sugar, too many cheap fixes. so stop. resolve to do better tomorrow. it's the only thing i can do. by the way...i Love these dishes. Modern by CB2. they stack together, so minimalist-cool.

if only i could keep my own plate that empty.

Thank God he only said "old".

We were on a little family bike ride/walk this morning. When we turned the corner, we saw a lady sweeping the sidewalk about halfway down the block. D yelled out, "out of the way old lady"! Thank God she had a sense of humor. I tried to do the obligatory "oh, you shouldn't say that, and oh, tut tut...that's not a nice thing to say". But damn it, that was funny.

holy blog-less

Yeah, not a lot of free time in the past few months. The kids are huge, but busier than ever. D is in summer camp. He loves it. So do I...obviously. More and more lately I miss the time I used to have by myself. D would nap 3 hours in the afternoon (I know I'm spoiled); and I could be inside my head for that time. In addition I had the luxury of an afternoon completely to myself once a week when D would visit his Grammie. Well, now that kid 2.0 is here, things are different. M is still nursing (not much tho), and can't stand to be left without me for more than an hour at a time. Ugh. Plus, the afternoon naps are almost at an end....besides do you think they have the courtesy to nap at the same time...not bloody likely. Still, things could be worse. At least my tubes are tied! Ha!

Things I've learned

• Keep a garbage can in every room.
• Don't even think about buying clothes that need an iron or a dry-cleaner.
• A cordless vacuum is a gift from the gods.
• I CAN brush my teeth at the kitchen sink.
• I CAN get dressed directly from the laundry basket; in the living room; working to avoid open blinds.
• Patterned socks are much easier to match to each other then the slightly different-textured and varying degrees of black sock we used to have.
• I don't answer the phone unless i really want to.
• Unless i want to spend the weekend picking up thousands of pieces of plastic, I will no longer buy Lego or Playmobil toys.
• If D hasn't played with something in a month, I put it in a "purgatory box"; if he hasn't asked for it in another month...bye-bye toy.
• If I don't use something at least once a month, I'll toss it or donate it because I've learned that I hate dealing with the cursed thing. I scowl when I have to clean around it or move it to get at something else, I hate looking at it... This is so liberating; I can borrow those few things I'll need once in a great while (like a fish poacher). with a new baby, I've discovered that the hairdryer falls under this category of little-used-goods. so, goodwill, expect a hairdryer soon.
• Although I can find most information on-line these days, it's hard to get rid of beloved old books. I still have a soft spot for a dog-eared old atlas and musty old Encyclopaedias.
  

Good Advice

"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."

I had so little sleep last night, yet trying to worry about whether I'll ever sleep again serves only to make me cry.

Tempus Fugit

I read somewhere that newborn mothering is characterized by extremely long days which make up weeks that fly by. So true. M is already one month old, and it seems we brought him home only a week ago.
D; the almost-three-year-old; is dealing well. At least it seems he is. Tantrums are about as many as can be expected from a typical three year old. Although his tendency to be annoyingly contrary is wearing on me....I'm about to resort to reverse psychology. "Let's not put our shoes on!" "Let's not eat our lunch!" Gah!
In the midst of all this, I'm trying to keep sane. Keep journaling and reading about things non-child related. It's hard, with a screeching being on your shoulder as you type...not to have questions around; why all the screeching? More sleep would help. I go to bed around 9 in order to function the next day. So exciting. Bigger questions abound. What am I going to do when the boys are in school? Will I ever work again? For myself, or for others? Do I need to finish that Thesis???? Yikes.

He's here!

and he's perfect! With some difficulty at surgery (cord in a knot, wrapped around a leg or two); M entered the world.