October 5th, 2010

So, I have royally messed up my back. I imagine it has something to do with the constant arch I have going on - it's the arch that allows me to carry Charlotte and use my other hand for something else. I won't need the arch anymore once she's got full control of her upper body, but right now I spend most of my days bent slightly backwards. Anyway, it hurts my back. And tonight, with both Children in bed, and hours to go before I have to nurse anyone, I have decided to treat my back with a very stiff drink.

But I'm not really used to drinking anymore.

So I'm a little toasted.

Everyone ready for some real randomness?

I'm alone in the house. Or, I'm as alone as I ever get. Elliot is asleep, hands wrapped tightly around his little wooden Thomas the Train. Charlotte is asleep, pacifier firmly inserted, dreaming her tiny little girl dreams. And Waxor is actually out of the house - Been and Daniel are arriving tonight and he's off to the airport to pick them up.

Which makes me... alone.

I can't actually remember the last time I was alone. Either the kids are awake and asking for my attention (Grrrrrrrblghblghbrrrr. Oh really Miss Girl? Is that what you think? No, Mama, NO! Don't talk to Charlotte. But Elliot, she wants to talk to me. NO! You come play with ME. What shall we play? Let's play Thomas. Okay, is Thomas going to Chuff along the tracks? Yes, he does! GrbbbbbbbgHAAAAAAAAL!) or the kids are asleep and I'm trying to spend a little bit of time with my husband before I have to go to bed so I can drag my carcass out of the bed again in the morning. But right now I am alone. Blessedly alone. Peacefully, wonderfully alone. SO what am I gonna do? Well hell, clearly I'm gonna write email.

I miss all of you . Some of you I miss as my family (this includes both my ACTUAL family and people who are LIKE family). Some of you I miss as my friends (because, while I am making friends around here, the sad truth is many of my friends are spread out all over the damn place.) But, whatever catagory you fall in, rest assured, I miss you. I am writing this, of course, in the hopes that I can get you to write me back. See, while you may be getting a regular (if infrequent) update about MY life via this email/blog I do, I NEVER HEAR FROM MOST OF YOU SILLY PEOPLE! So, friendly reminder, write me back and tell me what's going on in your life.

Oooooh... tangent - Many of you have gone through the past years listening to me when I am down in the dumps. Many of you have heard me, while in said dumps, bitching about my husband. I would just like to announce that, having made it to a state in my life where I actually get a full nights sleep many nights, and where I try to let go of my more childish impulses, I am aware that I am married to a very fine man. This is worth mentioning for two reasons; (1) being that it's always nice to hear nice things said about you to other people, and Waxor gets this email, too. So if he reads it (which, actually sometimes he doesn't, but that's kind of okay, because he does live with me and know most of this crap already) he will get the chance to hear me telling pretty much everyone I know that he is really a spectacular human being. And (2) if any of you (and I'm not talking about those of you who are way more full of life experience than me, I'm talking about my peers and people younger than me) are going through or someday will go through a rough patch in your relationships, it's worth noting that there's a fair to middling chance that you will come out the other side and remember why you really loved that person in the first place.

There you go.

I did mention that I had been drinking, right? Drunk email - so much better than drunk dialing. You can reach a larger number of people with your blatherings.

So, Waxor and I have been trying to bribe our child to use the potty. That's right, bribe. I feel no shame in this. The boy knows how to pee and poop in the potty, he just sees no benefit to it. So, we've purchase (ebay is such a wonderful thing) some wooden trains for him, and they are hung up on the wall and if he has a whole day with no accidents he gets to have one of the trains. He managed to do this once, and then the next day he got about half way through the day and then...

Picture Elliot, standing in the middle of his wooden train tracks (a gift from Tracey, Devon, and Brandon). He looks up at me with a mournful countenance and says:

"Ohhhh... You don't get a train today."

And then pees . all . over . himself.

I was torn between hilarity and the hideous feeling that I will NEVER be done changing his diapers.

Oh, so, remember my back? Another reason it might be hurt is because we have redone out Dining room floor. I was so tired of the hideous, stinky, disgusting carpet in there I ripped it out and we put down a hardwood plywood floor, complete with stencil done by yours truly. It's lovely, and if any of you want to come visit then you can see it for yourselves.

Somehow I feel like I had more to say, but I can't think of anything... what's up with that?

Well, I've mentioned Waxor, and Elliot, Charlotte would be next.

Charlotte is really a joy. I think Elliot was actually an easier baby, but at the time that he was 4 months old I didn't have a toddler to provide contrast for me. She's sweet, she laughs all day long, she burbles and makes faces and SLEEPS LIKE A CHAMPION. She's average height, but her weight is starting to drop towards the bottom of the graph - not a huge surprise, given her father and her brother. She still looks big to me, compared to Elliot, but she's really not very pudgy anymore. She is, however, already in 6 month clothing. It's funny, cause Elliot was still in 3 month clothing at 6 months, and Charlotte isn't even 6 months yet and already in the 6 month size... it's her height, not her weight, but she still seems enormous to me compared to Elliot.

There, those are all the updates I can think of, and so I shall send this.

TATA!