The Queen's Rambles

Elsa is the funniest, happiest, sweetest girl you can imagine. This picture is from Easter, but she looks pretty much the same today. Except her face is covered in red marker.

She has been such a joy these two years, even when she is exhausting. And she is getting really, really exhausting. She may be happy and funny most of the time, but she is also TWO and those twos are terrible. She wants to sit in her big brother’s booster seat, she wants to dress herself, she wants to do exactly what she wants when she wants. Sound like a two year old?

She talks talks talks non-stop, and leaves you no doubt about what she wants. When Erik turned two his doctor was on the fence about having his speech evaluated. We didn’t do it at that point because bilingual children typically start talking later than their peers. Instead of saying one or two words, he just started speaking in complete sentences about a month after he turned two.

Elsa, on the other hand, has been trying out words since she was 9 months old. She speaks in complete sentences now and has tons of words for everything.

I really wanted to do her birthday post justice, but I’m on percocet at the moment and can’t concentrate. My mom is talking on the phone and her voice is so loud that my ear drum is about to burst.

We had a pretty exhausting day around here. Erik starts soccer tomorrow and still needed cleats and shin guards. Mike was going to buy them, but I don’t know what happened with that. I thought I was feeling well enough to walk around a store, but I was so wrong. I thought I was going to pass out, which was not a pleasant feeling.

Elsa was quite a pill today because she is missing her momma. I have my new Kitchen Aid stand mixer, so I thought I could whip her up a cake in no time. And I did. I LOVE my mixer! But by the time it came out of the oven I was freakin’ exhausted and didn’t have any sugar so I couldn’t do the icing even I wanted to do it.

We also had a handy-man over to give some estimates on different things we want done. I had to walk up and down the stairs a couple of times, so that wore me out. I hate being such a wimp! I guess surgery is a good excuse, though.

I finally got smart and locked myself in my room after Elsa kicked the hell out of my stomach. I slept several hours and woke up feeling incredibly guilty for not having a birthday cake for Elsa.

Surprise! Someone from MOMS Club had brought her a present, birthday cupcakes, a balloon, flowers for me and a very tasty dinner. I love MOMS Club.

Erik has started wearing his hair in a mohawk.

If you lived in Sweden in the early 2000s, you will get this reference: he looks like he belongs on Zed TV. If you didn’t live in Sweden in the early 2000s. . .well. . he looks like a very stylish Swedish MTV VJ kind of guy.

The boy is not lacking in self-confidence. He got his report card yesterday and is doing great academically. “Of course, mom, I am the smartest person in Kindergarten.” Oh reeeeeallllly?

He also told me he is the most handsome kid in kindergarten and needs me to call a magazine so he can be in a magazine. I explained that you have to stand still and listen to a bunch of grown ups telling you what to do if you want to be a model. He lost interest, thank goodness.

Ok, I feel like I am writing and writing and writing and not saying anything remotely interesting or connected. My head hurts. I want to watch Fringe.

The good news: even though I am still sore from the surgery, the constant, horrible ovarian pain is all gone. I had no idea how bad it hurt until the pain was gone.