OK, so I broke down and I am back to blogging on what will hopefully be a somewhat regular basis. After all, I need something to keep me entertained while I'm at work.
Where to start? I guess we'll start small with Teagan, our little one who's almost 3 months old. She has been absolutely W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L for us, aside from the little scare of Spherocytosis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spherocytosis). We go back to Riley for more testing in about a month to find out if that's really what caused her drop in hemoglobin. If it is, her treatment will depend on how bad she has it. Worst case scenario - she will have her spleen removed. No biggie, right?
Anyway, enough about that. I'm not worrying about it until we hear back the results. So, now I've been back to work for like 3 weeks. I hate it! When I first came back to work I was a little paranoid about the transition back, because Teagan wasn't sleeping through the night, and I was a walking zombie through most of my workdays. In the past couple of weeks though, she's been sleeping all the way through the night. Except for a couple of nights when she managed to roll over and wasn't so sure she liked sleeping on her stomach and she woke up screaming her head off.
Now that she's sleeping through the night, we're working on big sister Emma. Emma's always been a wonderful sleeper, but not so much now that we are potty training through the night. She's pretty much potty trained during the day (aside from the occasional accident), but nighttime is a different story. She slept through the night twice without any accidents last week (when I was brave enough to give it a try without using the ol' pull-ups). Well, since then, we've had about 5 accidents in a row, and I am getting tired of washing all of her bed sheets EVERY DAY! She's got two sets of sheets, but only one of those protective/waterproof pads to go underneath. That thing needs washed every time, so I just wash everything. It is such a pain! Not to mention that she wakes up every morning about 4 a.m. crying because she wet the bed. So, I have to change her, change the bedding, and then hope to get myself back to bed before my alarm goes off.
I finally convinced her to wear her pull-up last night. We still had the 4 a.m. freak out, but she made it to the bathroom and I didn't have to change sheets again. Woo-hoo! I'm supposed to be working on getting her to stop drinking fluids 2-3 hrs before bedtime. Well, if I get home by 6:00 (and that's a big "if"), that means she's basically not supposed to have anything past that point. So, I guess we're supposed to be eating dinner at like 6:00 now - don't know how I'm going to manage to take time to actually cook anything. Any ideas?
Emma is really starting to crack me up. Who knew 2 year olds could be so funny? When we were driving in the car a few weeks ago, Emma spoke up and said, "Mommy, you're driving me crazy." What? I wasn't even doing anything! Then, a week or so after that, I'm driving along and she's like, "Mommy, you're driving baby (Teagan) crazy." Ok, little miss, just because I tell you that you drive me crazy all the time, does not mean you can turn it around and use that line on me. It's just not fair!
Car rides are becoming even more interesting, because she's apparently developing a taste for certain types of music. She hates the Eagles, really, she does. The other day an Eagles song came on, and she CRIED (real tears) because she wanted me to change the channel so bad. I changed the channel, and then tried to trick her by changing it again and again. Each time I'd say, "Do you like this song" and she would say yes, until we'd get back to the station with the Eagle's playing and she'd say, "NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!" She also gets pissed when I turn the radio off. The first time it happened, I didn't know what she was so upset about. She started suddenly crying really hard, and I thought she was crying because it was thundering/lightning outside, and it sounded like she was saying something about, "no sun". The more I couldn't understand her, the more upset she got, and the more she sobbed (she gets very frustrated when we don't understand what she's telling us). I kept trying to reassure her that the sun would be out tomorrow, and the thunder isn't bad...yada yada...meanwhile, she's still crying harder. She keeps repeating, "no, no sun", until I figure out that she's saying, "no SONG".
"No song"? Oh, NO SONG, yes, I turned the radio down. Duh. Turned it back on, and it was problem solved, until another Eagles song came on. It's really a pain when it's a song I like, and she begs me to turn it because she doesn't like it. Now that I think about it, she reminds me a lot of someone else I know (coughTOMMYcough). Except he doesn't beg me to change it, he just changes it without even asking. We fight over the radio and music probably more than we fight over anything. We've had a few silent car rides because we can't agree on what to listen to, and we just turn it off. Luckily, when we drive in the Honda we at least have the satellite radio where we can listen to comedy skits. That's about the only thing that will save us when we're each not in the mood for the other's music. Nine times out of ten though, Tommy listens to whatever he wants and I just let him do it. I might comment if it really sucks, but I've just learned that's one battle I am not going to win. :)
Well, I guess I'll end my first ever blogger post. Hopefully I keep up on this. Otherwise, bug me, and I'll get back on updating.
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