Oh, hey! What's up with you?
I've been thusly, for the better part of a month: sick, busy, stressed-slash-freaked the fuck out, sick again, relieved, visited by family, visited by a friend, visited by another friend and now? ALLERGIES. I'm thinking that the two sicks were ALSO allergies of the seasonal variety, from which I suffer NEVER but I'm blaming the pregnancy because, WHAT THE FUCK? Who gets seasonal allergies in their FORTIES, for fuck's sake?
Whatever.
There have been some big developments in the World of The New Girl and since I've been alternately glitching and busy, I haven't satisfactorily, er, documented them. (you: 'somehow, I never missed it.') So, even though I could probably generate a post about each of these milestone-like parenting moments, I'm still short on time and so I'm [cramming them all into a long and boring-ass post] creating a literary montage.
*About a month ago, TLNG had her last Nini. (Cue mournful toddler music. You'll probably have to use your imagination there because I'm not sure they make any of that.) I seriously could/should write a thoughtful, serious post about this. Maybe I will [stop yer chuckling]. It was an important part of my early motherhood and of our relationship and the ending was both bitter-sweet and anti-climactic, if that makes sense. I was not so much ambivalent about ending it, as I was in a race to end it, both because of the [searing nipple pain that shot through my breast every time she latched on] sensitivity brought on by the pregnancy and the impending birth of another baby [and Oh, I'm not the Tandem Nursing Type.] I prepared her for a week or so, by telling her that the nini was almost gone and with very little drama, that was it.
*Our basement is finished being finished. It remains devoid of furniture, due to an incredible series of [fuck-ups] oversights that created a Taxation Situation. [Aside: The Man likens this to people who buy more house than they can subsequently afford to furnish. I disagree, as we paid cash for the basement and thus, incurred no debt from either big expense (i.e. basement, IRS gouging) and now we're in saving mode again.] The kids don't seem to notice that there's no place to sit because, er, there's loads of room down there and tons of toys with and without wheels and so, who needs to sit? Here's the weird thing, though: When TLNG asks to go down there, I still feel like it's a project. Like we're going to the playground or something. Why is that?
* There has been a shift in the interests of my toddler, yo. She has suddenly developed an interest in The Wonderpets. I'm not entirely upset about this, as I can TOTALLY tolerate that show. Even the one with the unfortunate speech impediment. Seeweeously. It's okay. PLUS, my kid has yet to wear those dog-awful sandals that she weaseled me into buying and so, I say, BRING ON THE WONDERPETS and DELAY, DELAY, DELAY those princesses.
* Do you believe that I am planning a Two Year Old's birthday party? No? ME NEITHER. Well, planning insofar as I've [relented] determined that we are having a Sesame Street party. TLNG says, 'Elmo, Big Bird, and Oscar,' so, good luck to me with that. I can't believe that she's going to be Two. Should I cave and get the character to come? Ahhh. Shoot me now.
*Lastly, we have started potty training [by total accident] in earnest. One day, while my friend was here, TLNG went [nakey butt] pantsless and I offered her the potty every half-hour or so and she went. After that, she got annoyed at the frequent offerings and so I stopped offering and told her to tell me when she has to go. So far, I am AMAZED. There was one unfortunate-but-could've-been-SO-much-worse #2 accident that traumatized her and one I'm-thankful-that-I-have-a-leathah-couch pee accident but other than that, it's been pretty good. I still offer and put her on the pot pot (baby French, yo) if it's been a while but we've been catching poos and pees and frequently she's been telling me she has to go (which makes me incredulous, really) and well, here we are. I have no idea what I'm doing. And I'm pretty lackluster with the consistency when it comes to this kind of stuff but I'll say, it's kind of working for us. At least, right now.













