Thursday, March 31, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
When you are on the cusp of getting well...
The past two days I've been mostly sick in bed. I got some flu-type thing that knocked me out, and it's been killing me to listen to my babies cry for me, or even play nicely, because all I want to do is cuddle them. Mind you, it's mostly because I am stuck in bed and have been forbidden from touching them that I want cuddles oh so bad, but hey.
I've been sleeping a LOT, and watching complete crap on tv (seriously, this Nancy Grace woman is INSANE, but the remote is broken and I was really and truly ill). I've also been reading and knitting, but mostly sleeping and lying about feeling like my body is breaking. Opposite of awesome.
All this rest has made me feel better. I'm not 100%, and frankly am a little scared to be tackling tomorrow on my own again, but I feel waaaaay better. Problem: all this rest plus feeling better equals really intense insomnia. Like the third trimester kind when you are so tired most of the time you want to collapse, but your brain just keeps racing in the wee hours of the night and you feel a wee bit mental. I want to be sleeping! I'm
tired, sort of, but I can't make it work.
So I'm up, making lists, writing blog posts, thinking and thinking, knowing I'll be too exhausted in the morning to do much of anything on my lists, and generally feeling silly. And a little hungry. Actually, quite hungry. I swear I'm not pregnant!
It's nights like this that I think of all the projects I need or want to do, the good parenting things I should be doing, the letters I should write, the calls I should make, the life changes I want to make, the books I want to read, and all the the information I need to learn or relearn. I think of all of it and stress out, and make myself exhausted in the morning, and likely don't help finish kicking that flu, and end up in a rut nonetheless. Nothing gets done. It stinks.
So, if you see me, ask me what I've checked off my list that day - I need to do one thing a day, that's a reasonable goal, yes? Keep me honest people... I need the push. You have been letting me get away with shirking my Wednesday and weekend goals, I know, but I need a good kick.
Merci, in advance and all.
I've been sleeping a LOT, and watching complete crap on tv (seriously, this Nancy Grace woman is INSANE, but the remote is broken and I was really and truly ill). I've also been reading and knitting, but mostly sleeping and lying about feeling like my body is breaking. Opposite of awesome.
All this rest has made me feel better. I'm not 100%, and frankly am a little scared to be tackling tomorrow on my own again, but I feel waaaaay better. Problem: all this rest plus feeling better equals really intense insomnia. Like the third trimester kind when you are so tired most of the time you want to collapse, but your brain just keeps racing in the wee hours of the night and you feel a wee bit mental. I want to be sleeping! I'm
tired, sort of, but I can't make it work.
So I'm up, making lists, writing blog posts, thinking and thinking, knowing I'll be too exhausted in the morning to do much of anything on my lists, and generally feeling silly. And a little hungry. Actually, quite hungry. I swear I'm not pregnant!
It's nights like this that I think of all the projects I need or want to do, the good parenting things I should be doing, the letters I should write, the calls I should make, the life changes I want to make, the books I want to read, and all the the information I need to learn or relearn. I think of all of it and stress out, and make myself exhausted in the morning, and likely don't help finish kicking that flu, and end up in a rut nonetheless. Nothing gets done. It stinks.
So, if you see me, ask me what I've checked off my list that day - I need to do one thing a day, that's a reasonable goal, yes? Keep me honest people... I need the push. You have been letting me get away with shirking my Wednesday and weekend goals, I know, but I need a good kick.
Merci, in advance and all.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Are you nosy like me?
I love the Internet. I am incredibly nosy, and it is so helpful for finding out about, oh, everything.
If you are like me, and you're all nosy about my life, you'll just die of excitement when you see my husband's blog.
He has started recording in photos what he/our family does all day. You will get to check us out, and he has already been better about posting than I ever have been. So check it out: Let's Hang Out Sometime
Our official family blog is here: The Hamstock Family
I'll be trying to focus on writing here, updating on the boys over at the Hamstock blog, but sometimes I mess it a up. Yeah, so it goes.
Mwah.
If you are like me, and you're all nosy about my life, you'll just die of excitement when you see my husband's blog.
He has started recording in photos what he/our family does all day. You will get to check us out, and he has already been better about posting than I ever have been. So check it out: Let's Hang Out Sometime
Our official family blog is here: The Hamstock Family
I'll be trying to focus on writing here, updating on the boys over at the Hamstock blog, but sometimes I mess it a up. Yeah, so it goes.
Mwah.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Today... Haircut!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The DIY Potty Doll Underpants Solution!
I thought Toby's enthusiasm was enough to make potty training a snap. Not do much. Little bladder and fine motor skills haven't quite caught up with his precocious attitude toward toilet independence. However, our little attempt today did give me the chance to do a few things:
1) Get ticked off at the toy manufacturers who make all these dolls that pee (very few of which are boys, but that aside...) and make five different kids of diaper packs, but NO underpants! Hellllllloooooo, we use these dolls to potty train, duh. Underpants are required. Just sell little packs if five in white, unisex. Easy. Heck, make them expensive. We will buy them, you'll make a killing. Since you don't make them, I'm just annoyed. Oh, and all the diaper packs are disposables, which isn't cool since even little ones playing should have the option of cloth diapering!
2) Figure out a DIY solution to this lack-of-doll-underpants problem. I used size 6 month (maybe 12 month, little-ish ones) boy's socks. I'm guessing it would be similar for girls. Toby has outgrown them, and there are loads lying around. I used a pricey pair of stride rites the first time, but still feel bad about that. The cheapie ones are even better.
It took three minutes to make plenty of undies for our babydoll. I took photos of the steps below. All you need are scissors :). I feel better about the day now, even though it's clear already that I jumped the gun on this potty business. Ah well, when I try again babydoll will have lots of skivvies!
1) Get ticked off at the toy manufacturers who make all these dolls that pee (very few of which are boys, but that aside...) and make five different kids of diaper packs, but NO underpants! Hellllllloooooo, we use these dolls to potty train, duh. Underpants are required. Just sell little packs if five in white, unisex. Easy. Heck, make them expensive. We will buy them, you'll make a killing. Since you don't make them, I'm just annoyed. Oh, and all the diaper packs are disposables, which isn't cool since even little ones playing should have the option of cloth diapering!
2) Figure out a DIY solution to this lack-of-doll-underpants problem. I used size 6 month (maybe 12 month, little-ish ones) boy's socks. I'm guessing it would be similar for girls. Toby has outgrown them, and there are loads lying around. I used a pricey pair of stride rites the first time, but still feel bad about that. The cheapie ones are even better.
It took three minutes to make plenty of undies for our babydoll. I took photos of the steps below. All you need are scissors :). I feel better about the day now, even though it's clear already that I jumped the gun on this potty business. Ah well, when I try again babydoll will have lots of skivvies!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Toby, peeking
He's pretty darn cute, right? We are doing mini-potty-boot camp tomorrow, mainly because he is obsessed with the potty, underpants, and washing his hands, and has started demanding to use the potty all the time. He poos and pees appropriately, though his diapers still do very important work a lot of the time. Tomorrow is just a way to try to get him to respond to his cues better, and help him along this crazy journey he wants to be on anyway!
He's getting his first haircut next Friday, I don't know if I can handle it.
Love.
(Photo credit to Papa Bret)
He's getting his first haircut next Friday, I don't know if I can handle it.
Love.
(Photo credit to Papa Bret)
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