from the floor of the kids room

Blogging half heartedly fom the floor of milas room. Its ridiculous that right now she will only tolerate me holding her. No one else. Not alex, not sophia, not boris. Me. And only me. And its getting ridiculous.

More on Sleep

Well, I totally, totally jinxed myself yesterday by posting how I was awake too early.

Today, I woke up at 7:59 - exactly 31 minutes to be out the door.

Oh, crap.

Mornings are so hectic right now. Thank goodness Alex had walked the dog because I certainly didn't have time, and the dog will not / cannot hold it.

In the space of 31 minutes :

Wake Robby.
Wake Mila.
Unhook Mila.
Wake Robby again and find him clothes.
Help him change.
Decide M can go in her pjs.
Turn on Bo on the Go!! for kids to watch.
Make Robby's lunch ( Cheese sandwich cut into a person shape, applesauce, fruit bar, two chocolate eggs, spoon, juice box ).
Give Robby a cereal bar and yogurt for breakfast.
Remind him 6 times to take a bite of yogurt.
Remind him 9 times to take a bite of cereal bar.
Find keys, purse, backpack, hat, sunglasses.
Unload forgotten wet towel from bag from yesterday.
Hang wet towel from chair.
Grab self a granola bar for breakfast.
Get Mila into MT.
Find Robby's sandals.
Get Robby into sandals and hat.
Find a sweater for Robby just in case.
Search for M's hat, decide she doesn't need one.
Find dog ( with Alex ).
Usher two kids down the stairs and into the car.
Buckle three seatbelts, back out of the extremely narrow parking stall.
Quickly drive to Y, all while explaining to Robby that I didn't bring him a granola bar today because he hasnt' been eating his sandwich. If he eats his sandwich, he can have a granola bar tomorrow.
Remind Robby that he goes to Sophia's tonight while I go to meet another tube feeding mama.
Unbuckle two kids, remembering to grab hat and backpack, sweater, and keys.
Get M into MT.
Get Robby into his group, and signed in by 8:33.

I rock.

Right up until someone mentioned going to the wading pools today.

Oh, crap..... No towel, no shorts, no swimming trunks.

Hope he has a good time anyway.

Like A Trained Dog..

Six am. The sun in shining. The world outside is just beginning to stir. Both the children are quietly resting, still aslep. My husband, curled into the pillows, hasn't stirred. Even the dog has found a patch of sun in which to sleep.

Why the heck am I awake?

My husband has an AMAZING ability to LOOK at a pillow and fall right to sleep. Instantly. Unless the temperature is above 30* inside the house, he can sleep. On the sofa. In a chair. In the bed. As long as he is semi horizontal, he's DONE.

Obviously, this was a talent that I am sorely lacking. I cannot command myself to sleep. I can barely take a *nap* when I am exhausted, often trudging down the stairs more grumpy than I began!

My body has adjusted to waking up at 6am with the dog or a child. In 13 minutes ( which would truly by 7am, now that I've been awake ), I will start making lunch for Robby. I will set up the coffee pot, walk the dog, and likely - unload the dishwasher.

No wonder I am in bed by 9.

Fabric Peek

Coffee Cozy.

Random Cuteness.

Robby is doing well at camp after the intial " I don't want to listen " issues. He is eating his lunch and behaving well as far as I know. There is no battle to get him to go into camp the same way there was last year. Yesterday, the kids went to Safeway and brought home entire BOXES of cookies! OMG! Who NEEDS that in the house? Thankfully, they are crunchy maple flavoured with bright red sugar. Not something that appeals to me, thank god. The peanut butter cookies that I snuck into the house the other day? I threw them out last night. Robby didn't like them but I most certainly did!


When we were at the park, we came across this mother duck and her babies. I believe there were seven kidlets, and Mommy duck kept them quite safe, chasing off a muskrat ( we think thats what it is ) and other ducks to battle for the bread we bought... She was so busy chasing other ducks off that she barely got any bread though! The babies were adorable, and when they stretched out in a line behind her, even Robby went Awwww. I'm afraid M didn't have such a good time watching as I would NOT let her down by the water... besides, Mila was eating the old bread. Ew!


For his birthday, Robby got two super soakers and it hasn't been warm enough to use them. Well, its surely warm enough now and daddy showed him how. What a hit! He's not quite strong enough to pump AND pull the trigger, so he got quite a bit wetter than Daddy. He was SO EXCITED! He professed a dislike for the ultra cold water Daddy had in his watergun... Can't say I blame him there!






Isn't Mila's shirt CUTE? Its spf 50 - no more slathering her chest with chemical sunblock to keep her scar from the sun. Its nice and cool, dries super duper quickly, and its cute. She's cute! She LOVES the park. We go down a very very twisty turny road to get there, and Robby has taken to saying Wheeeeeeee as we go around the curves... And now, so does Mila. What a copy cat!





Here is the dog right after her bath. Pardon the way I look, its +33 in the house during the day!

How to Be a Worry Wort

How to be a worry wort, by yours truly - Mom of the Year

Step 1 - Waffle back and forth uncertainly on whether or not your child is actually sick or merely completely spoiled.

Step 2 - Decide ( again ) based on overwhelming evidence, that yes, said child is spoiled, but does have a basis of being " sick " ( reflux, DGE, food aversion, and healing heart defect ) and therefore, is not completely at fault for not eating.

Step 3 - Waffle back and forth on whether the risks of gtube surgery are easier to accept then shoving a small yellow tube into the nose of a small screaming child.

Step 4 - Blanch completely white when Hubster mentions that it is time to change the tube before it leaks all over us ( again ).

Step 5 - Remember with absolute clarity how horrible insertion is on everyone and decide ( again ) based on overwhelming evidence that ANYTHING is better than having to deliberately and repeatedly torture small, sick child, even for their own benefit.

Step 6 - Force hubby to repeatedly go over the if ands or butts of the appointment, despite the fact that this has NOT shown to be effective in getting Hubster to keep quiet OR stay on topic.

Step 7 - Develope a stomach ache thinking about surgery for small child, and the new tube that will be drilled into her body.

Step 8 - Force hubby to go over possible responses to normal GI questioning ( again. )

Step 9 - Yell at Hubby for laughing at possible over mothering of small child.

Step 10- Change a dirty diaper that does not so much resemble poo as much as toxic waste with radioactive fumes that may destroy the world, and has already destroyed my will to eat breakfast.

Step 11 - Force hubby to go over every possible track the GI might possibly go down. Again. Does she need this med? Does she need that med?

Step 12 - Fume when Hubster decides that 238479347 times going over this is NOT GOING TO HELP.

Step 13 - Decide Hubster is right.

Step 14 - Shift gears and worry instead about weight gain.

Step 15 - Question Hubster repeatedly on small child's lack of body fat versus height.

Step 16 - Pout mightily when Hubster refuses to accomodate my concerns.

Step 17 - Realize that the GI appointment is not for another six hours.

Step 18 - Decide six hours is not enough time to complete preperations.

Step 19 - Meticulously write out every question for GI on an index card.

Step 20 - Force Hubster to review list.

Step 21 - Rewrite list in order of importance.

Step 22 - Rewrite list rather than let hubby add soemthing to the bottom.

Step 23 - Rewrite list again.

Step 24 - Search internet for possible reasons why child isn't eating. Again.

Step 25 - Question small child on lack of eating.

Step 26 - Take childs lack of response as a personal insult.

Step 27 - Worry that small child is behind on talking skills.

Step 28 - Eat breakfast and realize there is still five hours and fifty five minutes before appointment.

All the Riches..

Sometimes, I am a rich, rich woman.