Birthdayapalooza

I took some time off from blogging because I've been sick. But don't feel bad for me. This past week has been heavenly. Although I was ill with a hacking cough that kept me up half the night for nearly a week, I was able to call in sick and get some much deserved R&R. I took long luxurious bubble baths and napped when I felt tired. My husband made dinner every night and the kids went to sleep after smiling all day long. The dogs even refrained from barking and vomiting.

NOT!

Ha! Not one of these things happened (except for the hacking cough which I treated with box wine and Halls lozenges, and is probably how I ended up hallucinating this la la land).

Instead, we had birthdayapalooza. Now, I certainly don't want/need to celebrate getting older anymore but after spending nearly a week feting Auggie, I began to feel slightly jealous.

How come no one takes me to Target to pick out cool toys?

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Crib Jumping

Update: Auggie climbed out of the crib tonight. Just to set the record straight, he is absolutely fine. I was in the room when it happened and caught him while holding Harry which resulted in what feels like a spinal injury (me) due to their combined 57 lbs.

Auggie had been extremely difficult during bedtime and had elected not to sit with Harry for story time. As a consequence of this PPD (poor personal decision as my friend Melissa terms it) I put him in the crib with his monkeys and books.

Apparently he didn't feel the need to reflect on this behavior, because he then looked at me and swung one leg over the rail. (Just to reassure you again, this is the point at which I caught him - a good five times, in fact because like a masochist I kept putting him back in the crib). If Auggie could speak, I'm sure he would have said "f&*@ you world" while pumping his fist in the air when he made contact with the ground.

If you haven't laughed yet, it's probably because I'm still too close to the situation. No, literally, I'm too close. I'm sitting in the rocker next to his crib right now. I think he's staring at me, but I can't tell because the glow from the computer screen is hurting my eyes. In case you're keeping track, we are now in minute 134 of the bedtime routine. Yup, 2 hours and 14 minutes have passed since the boys started their baths.

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Peas, Poop, and Parties

When Harry was just a few weeks old, a shy yet well-intentioned former high school classmate came over with her baby to catch up.

I'm not sure if it was Auggie's maniacal obsession with running in circles (the boys are 14 months apart), the dogs' incessant barking (yup there's two of them), or the fact that I was trying to nurse the baby while blabbing away to keep the conversation going that caused her to blurt out:

"How are you not curled up in the corner in the fetal position with a bottle of gin?"

I think at the time, I smiled demurely and said something inane like "Oh, it's fine. We manage."

Due to the events of the last 24 hours, I'd like to officially change my response to the following: "Because I prefer box wine?!"

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