Sick in August?? Seriously.
Can’t a girl catch a break? How
am I supposed to tackle folding the growing mound of “clean” laundry while
feeling like a complete piece of crap?
In a daze, ears popping, sore throat, just-enough-energy-to-get-through-the-day
kind of crap. But I have to do it. As I was cleaning up the kitchen last night,
I heard Travis and Marley talking in the basement. I heard him turn the corner to the laundry
room and then I heard him laugh! He said
something about the “clean” pile of laundry looking exactly like the big mound
of “dirty” laundry. He knew I could hear
him and he said to Marley, “Tell momma she’s CRAZY!” And Marley runs up the stairs and says, “Momma,
you crazy girl!” Haha! You’d be crazy too, Marley, if you were doing
laundry for a family of 4, one of which changes her outfits a MINIMUM of 4
times per day and also proceeds to dress her babies in clothes too. So, counting Baby Bella, we’re technically a
family of 5. The laundry is out of
control. It is. Laundry, you are the devil. That’s all I have to say about that…
And you know what else is the
devil? Dog hair. Ugh.
Bless her heart, I love my Sasha pup to the moon and back…but she is a
shedding machine. Little clusters of
black lab dog hair everywhere. What I
hate the most is picking Jax up off the floor and he’s all wet, slobbery face
and hands and dog hair is stuck all over his mouth and in between his
fingers. He’s oblivious to it, but just
looking at it drives me nuts and makes me itch!
Am I a crabby pants today or
what?? Just sick of being sick and in
need of a vacation……good thing I’m off for a week in September! Perfect timing! Miss Marley has been good at keeping me
laughing when I’m being grumpy mama. Girl
never disappoints. She’s walking around with
the thermometer the other day and she says, “Better take my temperature.” She sticks the thermometer under her arm and
a second later says, “WOW! 79! Yep, 79!”
And I couldn’t help but laugh.
Poor girl would be dead if her temperature was 79. And then I thought, how does she even know
what number seventy-nine is????????
She’s really big into agreeing
these days, always saying, “I like that too.”
Or pointing out something that she likes, marshmallows, for
example. Calls them “maa-shows” and she
LOVES them. We were playing on the floor
in Jax’s room after bath time the other day and she points to Jax’s privates
and says, “Mama, what is that?” And I
responded and told her it was Jax’s penis.
I’ve never been one to make up silly names for body parts. Just call it what it is. She looks at me and says, “I like penis!” Shut.
The. Front. Door!!!
I mean, what do you say to that?
How do you respond? I just laughed
and shook my head! And thought, ok…moving
on. New subject!
I tell you, navigating this
twisty-curvy-tangled road of parenting is not always easy. How will I always know what to do? Or what to say? Or how to discipline? Or how to explain things in a way they will
understand? Hmmmmm???? Guess I’ll just fly by the seat of my pants
and cross my fingers that they turn out ok!
And I suppose I’ll say a prayer for myself, that I can guide them as best
I can to be polite, sweet, humble, honest little human beings. That’s all I ask! Fingers crossed ;-)
On a bright note…the poop escapades
of last month seem to have subsided. I
woke up the other morning to Marley’s voice on the monitor. She was yelling for me. And I went to her room and she was sitting on
the floor, new diaper in one hand, box of wipes in the other, and she said, “Mama,
I went poop.” And I thanked her for
telling me before going on a wipe-poo-on-the-walls rampage. Then, as I changed her diaper, I said, “Icky
poop!” And her response????? “That’s a deuce, mama!” Great.
I just love it when her father teaches her things. You know, like really important things. Like to call her poop a deuce. Yep, that will impress the boys later in life. Perfect….sigh…(crossing fingers again, this
time for daddy…he needs help, hehe)!!!
And so here we are, back at
Monday. Ugh! But come on, it’s State Fair time! This has me quite excited! It’s a tradition for us to go every year,
probably a tradition for most Minnesotans, and as we’ve grown our family, it’s
gotten to be more fun! Looking forward
to our first fair adventure with Jax…he had his fair share of cotton candy and
Sweet Martha’s and deep-fried pickles last year while he was in my tummy. I suppose this year won’t be quite as fun
because he’ll just have to watch all the yumminess…but I do know a spot with
some amazing peach frozen yogurt parfaits.
There’s hope, Jax buddy!!
Jax is standing, by the way. Standing.
By himself. Oh, I love him!!
Those thigh rolls aren't too bad either!
