Yep, blast that Eve… I’m not sure what to assign to her sin and what not… but I’m going to go ahead and hypothesize that it wasn’t just the monthly stuff, it wasn’ t just the horrible things that happen to your body when the Lord is growing that baby inside you, but its also the worst part about having a new born around! No, it’s not the lack of sleep, the constant nursing or the biting that always seems to signal “full” or even the messy diapers. No, it’s the spit up!
Diapers are gross, sure, but that’s just it, they are in a diaper, not so tough to clean up, and rarely (well, semi-rarely) does it ever squish out. But Spit up!?!? Spit up happens, and it happens A LOT!! Sure it’s kind of predictable… but then again Ziva doesn’t seem to follow the rules. Sure, when I’m burping her she does spit up a bit… but she takes FOREVER to burp, and even then she is a tricky one! She’ll burp good and loud and strong, enough to make any man proud!!! Which would lead one to believe that they got the bubbles out… but often, and i mean often, it’s five, ten, fifteen or however many minutes after she’s eaten that it begins… spitting like there’s no need for nourishment! Today has been one such day… I reek, and I mean reek of spoiled milk. “Just change your clothes” … I hear it, you’re thinking it, and I’ve heard it!! HOWEVER, I’ve been spit up so many times today, and changed my outfits three times already and just put on the next fresh outfit (shirt AND PANTS I might add!), and already I’ve been spit up on!! It’s gross… really gross! And so much! I didn’t even know she ate that much!!!! Geeessshhhh…. At least I’m doing laundry today and can fit most of these outfits in still.
The poor baby has a cold, she’s sneezing like crazy, and when she spits up often it will come out her nose, so I know she’s miserable… and I do feel bad for her. Vienna also has a bad cold, at least Vienna can’t smell it!! But I’m sure I went to bed last night smelling of spit up as Ziva had spit up all down my back yesterday and I was too tired to take a shower… humm… maybe that’s why Sam’s wishing he had the cold! ha ha ha… anyway… I’m sure the Lord originally wouldn’t have designed it to be yucky, so i guess that’s what got me thinking this must be part of the curse I’m going to run now so that the blue lighting doesn’t strike me dead! ha ha ah… this has been yet another rambling abstract post, brought to you by yours truly, Melissa “Ramble Bamble” Bible But today you can just call me Stinky!
So, we’ve restarted potty training. Vienna was doing fantastic at 15 moths. Eight times in a row “mommy, potty” and every time BINGO! Probably because she was getting a UTI and it hurt to pee. Now we’re at 28 months, and just starting again… arrggg… the deal is, pee in the chair and you get a candy corn. Apparently my daughter is VERY motivated by candy corn… because we’ve been on the potty chair no less than15 times today. That’s like three times an hour since this whole thing started. She’s “earned” two candy corn… well, three, but yeah, I don’t think she really “earned” that one. She has now decided she can take her own diaper off… which she did… and sat down… with a “sticky deposit” attached… So… I got to clean up poop AND reward her for it… yeah, makes me laugh now… not so funny at the time… i sure hope this isn’t too long of a process!! She has surgery on Friday to fix her reflux issue… I’m wondering if this is going to help with potty training, or set us back… hummm…. time will tell
Good Grief!! What is up with the flies!?!!?
47 count them FOURTY SEVEN I have killed in the last two days!
And there are STILL several buzzing about my head!
I can’t help but think about that scene in Amityville Horror! Yeah, I can’t believe I’m admitting to watching that movie either… but I was young and stupid at the time! And I didn’t watch all of it (as if that makes it better, I saw enough scary stuff) anyway… It’s just ridiculous and warrior mom is getting angry, very angry. I was at WallyWorld last night shopping and meant to pick up a fly strip thing for our breezeway because they are coming in from there but I forgot… arrggg… we are up to 57 now, and apparently it’s “procreating season” and they’ve chosen our house as their “love shack”… but hey, makes’em easier to kill two at once!!
But the world is better now, Sam just brought me my coffee… Coffee makes everything better… even flies!
Ok, Warrior Mom off to conqure her realm once again!! (at least this time the baby is sleeping and Vienna is watching Sesame Street and pretending to eat her oatmeal, that she begged me for….hummmpphhh, Warrior Mom will deal with our successors later… back to the flies).
The worst part of the job isn’t the lack of sleep, it’s not the poopie diapers, runny noses or even the screaming in decibels beyond the threshold of audible pain. No, the worst part of the job is their pain. Physical or emotional, pain is the pits, often necessary, but never fun! Nightmares and medical procedures, they top the list on this mommy’s concerns, as we’ve had both this month.
Night before last night was one of those nights. Vienna woke up screaming once again, we’ve had this several times this month. The worst thing is that she can’t seem to tell me what happened and what’s going on, so it often takes quite some time to figure out if it is physical pain or emotional pain from a nightmare. Especially since she’s had those infections that give her pain, I worry that I’m getting it wrong. Does your head hurt, did you have a bad dream, does it hurt here, are you happy, are you scared, do you know whats wrong? That night Vienna answered yes to every question. If we tried to put her back into her bed she would scream as if you were lowering her into a vat of scaling oil! NOT fun! Especially at one in the morning when you’ve had lack of sleep all week.
Then there’s the medical stuff, it’s awful when you have to try to explain to a two year old that it won’t last. It’s hard even just figuring out what is wrong half the time when they can’t clearly communicate what hurts, how it hurts, when it started or what have you… oh man! I am sooooo not looking forward to her procedure on October 3rd. it’s coming up sooo soon. I’m wondering if the doctors can prescribe me some vailum that day?
Last night was another nightmare night, though it didn’t seem as bad, but we were up twice with each child last night. And since we stayed up later just talking between ourselves (dealing with my attitude, oh so fun) we’re a touch on the exhausted side Yeah… all part in parcel to the wife/mommy gig…
I’m going to run now so that the blue lighting doesn’t strike me dead! ha ha ah… this has been yet another rambling abstract post, brought to you by yours truly, Melissa “Ramble Bamble” Bible 
