Jul 26, 2011

Gianna is My Favorite Child

Can you handle this?
Just kiiiiiidding. Sort of. She is so freaking cute. Like I just want to squeeze her all the time. With clenched teeth even. I know it's weird.

FYI-In case you know me a little too well- I wrote this post last week.

My fav and I
Davy had dose two of the stomach bug which revealed itself Monday night here at casa la cor-jet. Started at 1AM with a "my tummy hurts" and a whimper and ended with no sleep for mama and vomitrociousness all night. Good thing I had the day off work the next day. Siiiike. Geez this was supposed to be about Gianna and now I am talking about bile again...

So I was rubbing Davy's back all night, the next day, you know giving some Mommy lovin'. And then later in the day little Gianna went up to her big sister rubbed her back and gave her the sweetest most tender hug you have ever seen. It could have made a grown man weep. And Davy bent down and kissed her on the head and told her "you're my best friend." I was peeking my head in the kitchen when I witnessed the moment and then I melted into a puddle on the floor and hugged them both right up. 

running to her other favorite place- the street
Then she just won't stop trying to talk and say cute things. And I keep finding her looking at photo albums in her reach talking in her baby language about everyone in the pictures with her giant smile.

And she is just like her mama. At least in our love for the edible. Such a little foodie. All day she eats. And eats. Oh and then eats some more. If anyone leaves their food on the table. On their plate. Anything that's anywhere. She eats it. I think she learned to climb before she was one years old to the top of Mt. Kitchen Table in desperate pursuit of something edible. Maybe a broken pretzel or something. And now if she runs off, that is the first place I look. And most of the time that's where she is. On Mt. Kitchen Table looking for scraps. We meet here most days and share many many good times.
Eating some scraps

In Mama's shoes
Another reason to love her more than I love other people is that she is obsessed with shoes. First thing every morning she finds shoes and either puts them on if she is able or chases around the people taller than her at home and repeats her first and favorite word, "chooos. Choos. CHOOS! And those are some of many of the reasons she is my fav. Just kidding Davy. I love both my girls exactly differently the same exact difference. For sure.

Jul 15, 2011

How to Survive Stomach Bugs with Babies

For some reason, our home has been blessed/cursed with a fair amount of stomach bugs, intestinal issues, and anything else that induces copious amounts of unspeakable bodily fluids.

Issues of this nature are not fun when you are an adult because you're weak, tired, have to stay near the bathroom, eat only saltine crackers, and drink gatorade...but at least when you are older, most of the time, you can aim appropriately into toilets or bags or whatever to prevent your house from looking like a turned over porta-potty.

Little kids have no such aim or control or ability to determine what exactly nausea means to them and the world around them. And sometimes it means your little girl's room looks like something their dad did to a Kroger bathroom 10 years ago. (It's a good story involving 10 filled plates from an all you can eat buffet, a teenage boy and an unsuspecting public restroom.) 3:00AM just a few nights ago we heard a little cough. a tiny one. It never occurred to me what that cough was signaling. Mayhem of the stomach bug variety. One kind all over the crib and the blankets. And one kind all over the toddler bed and the pillows. And of course all over the tiny human girls. And then all over the large human father.

I escaped in some respects, only to be plagued by the disease later in the day which began at 3:00AM as the children never really got back to sleep. Partly because someone pooped on their blanket-which they cannot possibly close one single eye without and partly because someone couldn't stop vomiting.

Sweet goodness. It was weird though because even though it was mostly gross, the only part I really remember was looking at my husband at like 4AM in the bathroom with the two little girls and we both smiled at each other. Like a "this kind of sucks, but it's nice to see each other sacrificing for our little loves" kinda look.

Survival tips
1. towels are your friend. on the floor, in the bed, wherever people might spew.
2. Sacrifice yourself and your clothes. I learned this with a projectile vomiting infant. Let them throw up on you rather than your home. This way you just wash your clothes and don't have to go play hide and go seek with crusty bile.
3. Movies-TV-anything to keep them in one location. Reinforce that running while vomiting is discouraged at your home.
4. Watch your children while they are sleeping. They are so helpless and sweet and they need their mommies and daddies.
5. Do everything that your parents did for you when you were sick, then do it just a little bit better. You'll feel so legit. Back rubbing, saltine cracker giving, chicken soup making. See what a good parent you are?
6. Read some books together. It will make your kids geniuses. And think of what you could learn too from all those children's books.
7. While popsicles and watermelon are excellent sources of water and may be an enticing way to fill your babies with liquid, hold off unless you are desperate, outside, or in a bathtub. Haven't you cleaned up enough sticky liquid off your floor and children. Haven't you had enough yet? If not feed these two things to your kids like I did.
8. Go the heck outside. It's for everyone's health. And if they get sick outside...that's what hoses are for.
9. Hold them close if they'll let you. If you have wild children, this is a great opportunity to capitalize on their listlessness. Who knows when you can hold your little baby for that long again, soon they won't be babies anymore. tear.
10. They will probably be better soon. Keep telling yourself that. Imagine yourself in the near future, belly laughing at your present self and the mess that you are covered in. Isn't it hilarious in the future?

Jul 14, 2011

How to Suck at Blogging

 There are a number of ways to suck at blogging.

The number one way to suck at blogging is to post irregularly. Your blog will suck if you do most definitely. Or your blog will soon start to decay into internet oblivion. either of those. 

Eddie: the epitome of awesomeness. And soon to be a frequent blogger at littlestayathomemomma world.
If you expect to use blogging as a way to vent your (un)important happenings to the world beyond, you must speak regularly or else your internet counseling session will be ova.

I feel like I just need some focus. ya know. Like what is the point. And well my point kind of changes on my mood. Sometimes I want to talk to adult humans and act like they are listening. Sometimes I want to share an amazing parenting tidbit I have learned from friends or from my frequent parenting fails. Or sometimes I just want to spend 30 minutes listing excuses for why my house is less than clean. And sometimes I want to recount the beautiful moments that happen here at this little beautiful home of love peace and tranquility. haha. 

I struggle with not wanting to be a Debbie Downer with the realities of life inside and outside (but mostly inside) our little abode. And I also struggle with not wanting to be a sunny days sweeping the clouds away, my life and house and children are perfect and I feel like singing and dancing all day long, making anyone and everyone reading wanting to throw up in their mouth a little bit. But sometimes I really do feel like that. for realz. but not always.

So anyway. I am going to just stop listing all these excuses for not blogging and just blog for blogging's sake in the blogosphere of blogdome. Aaaaand so that someday I can look back when my kids have kids and say, I am so freaking glad I wrote this stuff down, because being a momma and a daddio is hard work and I almost forgot.

So I am going to try not to suck at blogging so much in the future. Mostly because I really love to do it.

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