(Baby) S.O.S.
Baby S is on strike; a food strike, that is. For those who have missed it, let's get you caught up. We tried meats this week and she rejected chicken - hardcore. She wretched and made herself throw up all over. Ever since that incident, she's been refusing the fruits and veggies too. The esteemed Dr. K says to just continue feeding her bottles and try again in a couple of days. I give the bitch until Monday then its war....but I probably won't try chicken again till sometime in January. Baby D, not to be outdone, has decided to copy her sister and has been fussy as all hell. I can't wait till these kids are old enough for me to ask "are you hungry?" and get an answer. I can't believe how much baby food I've thrown away in the last week, it pisses me off.
Baby S is cutting her top teeth as well, so she's been a real joy to be around - NOT.
This New Year's promises to be downright boring and I'm completely OK with that. The babies will be in bed by 9, and so will I. Instead of drinking champagne, I'll be drinking chocolate milk when the ball drops. How's that for non-stop excitement? I will, however, get my ass up out of bed to dump a glass of water out the window -- a tradition I got from my girl Danielle -- signifying all the tears you've shed during the past year.
I usually get all moody around New Year's Eve -- I have always hated this whole tradition of watching the ball drop. Mostly because I hate change, and I hate to see things end. I remember most clearly New Year's Eve 1999, which I spent at Danielle's cousin's house. I stood out on the balcony of his apartment in the freezing cold, crying. Crying because I felt alone, because I felt I'd wasted so much time, and here I was, getting older with nothing to show for it.
Fast forward five years. I'm married, I have a home, and two beautiful daughters.
If you could see me right now, I'm flipping the bird to the universe, for I've bested the adversaries.
Speaking of DH, he's sick again. I sent him to the doctor yesterday for some Z-pak because, quite frankly, I'm paranoid about the babies getting sick. They're vulnerable to get RSV because they were preemies, and Baby D had breathing problems at the outset. I'm not looking to spend my New Year's in a PICU.
Question: If I can't find the fucking slippers will I be barred from the book club meeting? I don't have a Tar-zhay here folks, and they don't have them on line.
Happy New Year to you all - and may 2005 bring happiness, prosperity and contentment.
Baby S is cutting her top teeth as well, so she's been a real joy to be around - NOT.
This New Year's promises to be downright boring and I'm completely OK with that. The babies will be in bed by 9, and so will I. Instead of drinking champagne, I'll be drinking chocolate milk when the ball drops. How's that for non-stop excitement? I will, however, get my ass up out of bed to dump a glass of water out the window -- a tradition I got from my girl Danielle -- signifying all the tears you've shed during the past year.
I usually get all moody around New Year's Eve -- I have always hated this whole tradition of watching the ball drop. Mostly because I hate change, and I hate to see things end. I remember most clearly New Year's Eve 1999, which I spent at Danielle's cousin's house. I stood out on the balcony of his apartment in the freezing cold, crying. Crying because I felt alone, because I felt I'd wasted so much time, and here I was, getting older with nothing to show for it.
Fast forward five years. I'm married, I have a home, and two beautiful daughters.
If you could see me right now, I'm flipping the bird to the universe, for I've bested the adversaries.
Speaking of DH, he's sick again. I sent him to the doctor yesterday for some Z-pak because, quite frankly, I'm paranoid about the babies getting sick. They're vulnerable to get RSV because they were preemies, and Baby D had breathing problems at the outset. I'm not looking to spend my New Year's in a PICU.
Question: If I can't find the fucking slippers will I be barred from the book club meeting? I don't have a Tar-zhay here folks, and they don't have them on line.
Happy New Year to you all - and may 2005 bring happiness, prosperity and contentment.
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