Yesterday

July 3, 2008 Jordana

Liam polished off a bottle of watered-down kefir after steadfastly refusing cow’s milk for days on end.

Later, he had Horrible Diaper-Escaping Diarrhea of Great Disgustingness. Connection? I gave him some more kefir this morning, but this and the behavior of his excretory system since I started him on yogurt and cheese is giving me pause.

Also yesterday, Liam had his first major haircut involving the buzzing clipper thingies. He went from interested (twisting from side to side to get a look) to distraught (shrieking) to resigned (back to twisting, but less avidly). He looks like such a little boy now. His big boy 9-12 month clothing is getting a bit short for him, so I’m getting out the even bigger boy 12-18 month clothes today.

Ngaire got her “hair bangs” trimmed yesterday as well, calm but for a few wiggles and giggles. She kept asking for her lollipop, which had me confused until I remembered that we had given her one after her last haircut to keep her calm. Girl has a long memory. Alas, we had no lollipops, so she had to be contented with cheesecake with blueberries and whipped cream. I’m afraid we have hearby raised the bar.

* * *

Ngaire just came up to me and said, “May I have a hug and a snuggle and a huggle?”

* * *

My housekeeping and/or mothering just hit a new low: I was sweeping the kitchen. Liam crawled into my dust pile, reached down, grabbed something and put it in his mouth. My reaction? Well, most of what’s in there is his food anyway.

Speaking of housekeeping, this has been the Week of Laundry. Granted, we have a tiny washing machine and dryer, but one or two loads a day seems rather ridiculous. Where is it all coming from? Also, why are there so many sheets in there? Did I suddenly decide not only to wash every sheet in our house but to volunteer to do the neighbors’?

I hate folding sheets. I can never get the edges totally lined up, and that drives me crazy. Don’t even get me started on fitted sheets.

Coming soon: How my kids are addicted to Saltines. And if you need any sheets washed, do let me know.

Advertisements

Entry Filed under: Uncategorized

2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Jordana&hellip  | 

    Welcome to the low parenting standards of other Jordana’s in the world. Well, I can’t speak for all of them, so maybe it is just the two of us.

    Liam would be a giant compared to my 20 month old, who is still fitting into most of his 12 month sized things.

  • 2. Granddaddy&hellip  | 

    With fitted sheets, you have two options for staying sane.

    The first is to just buy a new one when the old one gets dirty.

    The less expensive one is to treat them like a stuffable sleeping bag. These come with instructions that rolling or folding them ruins them instantly (either that of they explode, can’t remember which). They come with a bag that looks as if it’d just about hold the zipper, but after 25 perspiring minutes of frenzied labor they will actually go in.

    For the fitted sheet you can just use a plastic bag, or if that isn’t shic enough use one of those orange plastic netted fruit bags.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to comments via RSS Feed

Pages

Categories

Calendar

July 2008
M T W T F S S
« Jun   Aug »
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031  
 
%d bloggers like this: