Another post!
I am still thrilled about my new laptop. Mike bought the accident insurance, so even if my darling children manage to destroy it I’ll still be good to go.
I’m supposed to be hosting a children’s New Year’s Eve PJ party tomorrow morning. I am so not motivated. My friend and her kids are coming, then we have a bunch of maybes. I hate the maybes. I understand the need for the maybes. I’m a maybe at times. But it makes planning almost impossible.
I bought some noise makers at Giant and that has been the extent of my planning. I might put out some construction paper and call it good. I want to make some kind of treat, but I fear I’m going to stick to fresh fruit and veggies for the kids. My friend’s son has recently been diagnosed with a whole slew of allergies and as much as I would love to make him something special I am completely stymied. No nuts, eggs, dairy or soy. Possibly gluten, but he has not officially been diagnosed with a gluten intolerance. Honestly if my kid had that many allergies I probably wouldn’t let him eat anything that someone else prepared no matter how well-meaning that person was. Those ingredients are so pervasive in our foods that it is almost impossible to get rid of them entirely.
Since it’s a PJ party, I can just throw on a movie and say it’s a movie party, right? No? I didn’t think so. Oh well. I don’t care if they just run around. My friend that I know is coming for sure doesn’t care. Who knows what the maybes expect.
Erik has been in PJ for several days straight with the exception of yesterday’s field trip. He hates wearing them, but I guess they’re better than real clothes. We’re finally too the point where I do not allow him to run around naked, nor do I change clothes in front of him. I wondered how parent’s knew when their kids were too old for that kind of thing. Now I get it. You just know. When they start asking to see your naked body it’s time to cover up. Plus, his little body is no longer toddler cute. I feel like a pervert when he runs around naked. Problem: he has no modesty about his penis. He just doesn’t want people to see his belly button. I have no idea why.
I was sure I had something interesting to talk about, but now I have no idea what that might have been. My life is currently revolved around Lego Harry Potter. It’s a pretty fun game, but it is so danged dark you can hardly see what’s going on. Thankfully some British fellow has done a big series of video tutorials and tips so we are able to get through most of the levels. Cheating, I know, but who cares? Not me! I’m sure there’s a lesson to be learned about patience, perseverance, and becoming a good, upstanding citizen. Frankly, I don’t really care. How’s that for a bad attitude.
Elsa continues to be a delight. She has three teeth now, all on the bottom. She’s still not eating much real food, but I fear I’m going to have to wean her soon. She’s a biter and I’m not a fan of biters. I can’t imagine buying formula so I know I’ll keep nursing until her birthday, but I don’t know how far beyond that we’ll go. It’s my only weight loss technique so I don’t know about this weaning plan.
She’s finally crawling on her hands and knees instead of dragging herself along on her belly, but only if I take her shirt off. I guess carpet burn is a strong motivator to get that belly off the floor. I may hook up some kind of mop system to her belly, dip her in soapy water and put her to work. She almost makes me want to have another baby, she’s so sweet. Almost. But the thought of an actual newborn? Not so tender and dear.
She’s also getting a tad bit cuddly and I love the feeling of her little body snuggling up with mine. Erik was always a big time snuggler, even when he was screaming, so I’ve been missing that this time. If I had to pick snuggler or non-screamer, I’d pick non-screamer every time. A little baby snuggle now and then is super sweet, so I’m enjoying every one she is willing to give me.
Ok, the dear boy needs some food or attention or something. Guess I better stop enjoying my laptop.