adios, amigos.

look at that, i gave up being an asshole and didn't have anything more to say.

just kidding.

but i'm not kidding when i say that our time here has come to an end.

not like anyone is surprised. it's been months since my last post!

but i wanted to thank you before i left. this blog and YOU, whoever you are (family, friends, new blog friends), got me through a very crazy time in my life when my sanity was on the brink. having this place to come and puke out my thoughts was better than any kind of therapy.

thanks for all the comments and all the love. it's been a blast!

ew

i am not even kidding that today while i was nursing the little m,

she paused her eating,

looked up at me,

smiled,

and puked on my nipple and surrounding boob,

and then,
before i could do anything about it,
resumed nursing and sucked down her puke.

this child is bringing breastfeeding to a whole, new disgusting level.

a good idea

the boys are into getting money these days. they're always devising a new scheme to make lots of money.

in their latest plan, they decided to hold a backyard CARNIVAL.

as K informed me, they would have some rides and some animals and lots of games where you throw things...

and they would charge everyone $2,000.00.

if it works i'm totally going to make them start paying for groceries.

this is back to work

up early on saturday for a cpr recertification class. waiting for my bread to toast, pumping left breast while checking email on laptop which is perched on the stove, trying to figure out how to reach/ open the refrigerator with my foot to retrieve peanut butter.

there's a blog post in there somewhere but i'm too tired to find it.

lent

so it's ash wednesday and i've decided i'm going to give up:

1. sweets
2. being an asshole.

i'm serious.
it's going to be a long 40 days.

how many times can i say i'm sorry?

i'll try it again.

sorry, folks.

i've been trying to be a faithful blogger lately but apparently i've been sucking in that department.

i don't know... is it the weather? sleep deprivation? breastfeeding overload? tantrum saturation?

whatever the case, this zm has had a case of the BLAHS lately.
or maybe it's the UGHS.
either way, you get the picture. and it's just been a little harder to find the funny in my day.

never fear. i have a plan... lots of wine, cussing and chocolate chip cookies in the next few days should get me right back on track.

just when i think i've seen it all...

the little miss M goes and pukes in my mouth.

well, i had been wondering what my breastmilk tasted like. i guess now i know.

merry christmas.

for this particular holiday, santa has apparently decided to give me
the return of my menstrual cycle.

thanks, santa.

oh goodness.

K just called to me to wipe his bottom, but when i got there he said,

"hold on a minute, mommy. i'm meditating."

time flies

here's the little miss!
isn't she just the picture of cuteness?

ps. K helped with the sign.

my glamorous life

here's a new one:

wiping boogers off my boobs after breastfeeeding a baby with a cold.

lovely.

tuesday morning

grocery store.

crying baby.

poop in diaper, on pants, up shirt, in carseat.

no wipes.

crazy baby clothes change in store restroom.

four year old crawling on bathroom floor.

second attempt at shopping.

no list.

crying baby.

wandering four-year-old.

cashier.

groceries bagged.

no wallet.

no kidding.

breakfast question

K had a question for us yesterday as he chewed on his morning toast,

"Um, excuse me daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Is it okay for me to smoke at the table?"

i bet you were wondering

12 days. past her due date. that's how long it took that baby girl to come out. not that you were wondering, since anyone who still reads this blog is probably either my mom or related to me in some other way.

anyway, miss M was born on 9/9/09 at 7:49 and it has been a fun ride since then. seriously, she's a pretty chilled out baby compared to those brothers of hers...not a lot of crying, a good deal of sleeping (at the right times). she's been pretty good to us so far.

but it's been busy, you know? and this mama doesn't really have a lot of extra blog time. so i'm sorry for the silence and i'll try my best to keep you updated in the future.

how many times have i said that? let's not count.

xoxo

the overdue blues

ha. as though a due date means anything at all.

9 days late and counting, not that i care or anything.

i feel like i'm living in this strange reality. every day i make plan A and then plan B, just in case. i do things for the last time before baby (like shave, vacuum the living room, do a load of laundry, etc. etc.) and then i do them again. and again.

i've also done all the things that i should be doing, so don't go asking me about it or giving me suggestions. and by the way, it's all bullshit. if sex or herbs or walking got a baby out i'd have a three week old by now.

i guess i shouldn't be surprised. with E i was a full 14 days late. but he was my FIRST and somehow it seems like i should get some kind of break with the THIRD one, don't you think?

so that's the latest. just keeping you posted. believe me, i'll let you know if something happens. if it ever happens. which right now i'm pretty sure it never will.

it's time

well, it's not really but i wish it was.

today at church someone told me i looked "healthy."

someone not five minutes later said "you look so great... for being due this week!"

i wanted to tell them both "f**k you very much" but thought they might find that slightly disturbing coming from the pastor's wife.

what the...

is it too late to go back? have i made a horrible mistake?

yesterday E and K got themselves out of bed (after sleeping peacefully the whole night long) and proceeded to play quietly until M got up and fed them breakfast. i slept until 8.

later we went to the park, where we met some friends with kids the same age as mine. i spent the time chatting it up with the girls while my boys ran around playing and requiring minimal, if any, intervention.

also, at various points in my day my children will now retreat to their room to play together (again independently) or quietly BY THEMSELVES.

and did i mention that everyone sleeps through the night? as in, they wake me up NEVER?

not to mention the fact that they feed and clothe themselves and hardly ever pee or poop in their pants anymore.

oh goodness.

what have i done?

for kone.

well my, my. doesn't the time fly.

let's do a little fast forward since my last update.

i'm now almost done being pregnant... with a GIRL. i'm 37 and a half weeks and bitchy as hell.

sorry that i haven't been writing lately... it all got to be too much, you know. the daily posting and the constant navel gazing that i had to do to find something to write about day after day... i started to make myself nauseous (or was that the morning sickness?)

anyway, don't go thinking i'm back, because i'm not making any promises. i just wanted to say hi and that i've missed you, even though it doesn't really look like it.

also, i just peed my pants for the third time today and who else was i going to tell?

(note added at 10:53 pm, same night: make that four times. the details are too much even for this blog, but suffice it to say that it was one for the books. sigh. )

overheard

from the bathroom this morning:

"after i pull up my pants then we can do some hugs."

canner

it should be noted that the youngest son (K) decided yesterday to change his name to "Canner".

we are still in the "getting to know you" phase of our relationship but so far these are the things i have noticed about our Canner:

1. always wears cape (actually, a brown hoodie hanging from his head)
2. walks with cane
3. lives in garage
4. likes to play piano
5. sings sad songs about people who are dead.

i've tried to snap a picture for you but apparently Canner does not allow himself to be photographed.