Breeder Beware

Everyone is asleep.  Except me.  Because Mr is snoring.  I have been up since 3.  I made a loaf of bread and cleaned the kitchen a little so at least I won't be bitter about that in the morning.  I am sure there is something else I could be doing but damned if I can think of it. 

I am feeling a bit ranty about vaccines.  Know what?  I love for people to tell me they don't choose to vaccinate.  Because then I can tell them to fuck off and to stay away from my family.  There are a couple things I don't like about my pediatrician, but one thing I LOVE is the nice notice on their wall stating that they will not treat you and will not refer you to a different dr should you not vaccinate your child.  People that actually can't get vaccinated need our protection.  I would cheerfully send someone to jail for manslaughter if they did not vaccinate and their child died from a preventable disease.


Ok, I feel better.  DUMB ASSHOLES.  Ok, now I feel better.

  Lorraine( Lorraine I have not given up hope that you will start blogging again) reminded me of all the freaky cycles I had in my past.  Maybe I blocked them from my memory?  I looked back and in 09 when I first started met I had breakthrough bleeding and then a real period.  So perhaps that is what is going on.  I had my period for I think...80 days once and then went over a 100 with no period.  HATE YOU A.F.  Gah.  Anyway I also have the same symptoms from the first time, my hypoglycemia is worse and I have to eat some protein every few hours or I feel sick but my appetite is also lessened.  So hopefully weight loss will start soon.  Oh my,  please soon.  mooooooo.

We had a crazy day here.  Mr. is getting a cold. Our new fridge and dishwasher came today and it looks like someone tossed a diamond necklace on a turd.  They are so pretty, and I am really looking forward to having appliances that actually apply themselves.  Our fridge was from 1998 and the dishwasher was a hand me down from a friend's kitchen renovation.  I love hand me downs, we had that free dishwasher for three years but it was not doing a good job anymore.  

We were supposed to have already stripped and repainted the cabinets but that did not happen.  Sooo I guess that is our winter project.  We are moving forward with our plan to be out of this house in three years.  We have to move and it looks like the best place for us to move might be Princeton, NJ.  It is equidistant from Mr's job and Peter's school.  And a kazillion dollars.  So we'll see how that shakes out.  Right now they have a house that is perfect for us but we can't leave here yet because we are thirty five thousand dollars underwater.  YAY!But there is no point worrying yet since there are too many variables.  We could even end up transferring for Mr.'s job after he graduates.  Or he could decide it is better to get his masters and doctorate.  The only things that are certain are that A. Peter is NOT going to school here. B. I am NOT up to homeschooling him.  C. If he goes to the school we like, we need to move or I will be driving three hours a day.  No.  NO.  NO. 

Peter and James have been having an awesome time playing with a cardboard box.  First they played in it as a clubhouse, then they colored it, then it was a fort, then a nest, then when it was busted open, Peter spread it out and pretended it was a bowling alley and a set of train tracks.  He and James were hilarious and creative with the packing material from the fridge.  Peter decided the styrofoam was a train, then it was a dolphin, and James was carrying one around like those fisherman do with a big old salmon, or maybe like a baton.  It was very funny every time he would wrestle some from Peter and scamper off with his booty and then Peter would get furious. 


So we are completely tired and I have to go to sleep but first a snack because it's been hours and hours since dinner.

Wow, James is asleep in his crib taking a nap! This does not happen, I think this is the third time ever he has napped in his crib.  In a minute I am going to throw together dinner.  It is so lovely when one of them is asleep and I can focus on the other with all my attention.  I really cherish having one on one time with them.  So after I make dinner Peter and I are going to finger paint or make cookies or do play doh.  Whatever he wants.  He is playing trucks right now.  James was so sweet and cuddly and smelled deliciously of coffee( haha I have no CLUE what baby smell is, to me they always smell like soap or barf or whatever they just ate, I just had coffee and Jamie's little head smelled like cinnamon spice). We snuggled and cuddled and I sang to him and he finally fell asleep and then I crept downstairs and HUZZAH! I can make dinner in the afternoon without two overtired children shrieking about the unfairness of life.  I don't really have a point to this post.  But Peter's life is so completely documented and with James I am just terrifically busy.  I want to look back at this and say yes, I remember singing to my warm snuggle bunny, and he smelled like coffee and his hair was so soft as it tickled my chin.  That he was wearing firetruck pajamas and had mashed bananas and marscapone cheese for breakfast as well as a hearty helping of floorios.  He LOVES to eat off the floor and laughs at me when I frown at him. GROSS. I love you my gross little man.

No we are NOT trying for another.  I can hardly handle these two.  SheeHAH.  The best expression to describe what it is like here is "goat rodeo" which is pretty much it.  Exactly it.  We *may* consider trying for a third, if the stars align, if I can get my arthritis under control, if I can lose 40 pounds, if we can afford it.  Ifs and ifs and ifs.  Right now I could not handle a pet rock, let alone another person. 

This is the weirdest period ever.  It won't really get here but it won't really go away.  I've been spotting for days.  I thought I was going to get my period a month ( or two? who can remember?) ago.  But then it never appeared.  It looks like I guessed right about ovulating.  I remember thinking how weird it was to intentionally miss an ovulation.  I can't think of the last time I did that. 


James was 10 months old on Saturday.  He is a delightful baby, he is so cheerful and laughs and has this devilish smile when he is doing something naughty.  He laughs every time he farts too, and looks at you like " HAHA I FARTED HAHAHAHAA" which bodes well for the future.  James does not nap either.  At least I am used to it by now.  James has been walking for a few weeks now, which is amazing.  He seems so tiny to be walking.  Peter is pretty much consumed by jealousy.  I spend a large part of my day keeping the peace.  Or more accurately acting as a bouncer. 

YAY! 

It's about two weeks earlier than I got it for the first time after Peter.  I am so excited!  Even though you know, ick I never take having my period for granted.