Whining and screaming: If your 15-month-old has started sounding like a hyena or worse, you're experiencing his intense desire to interact with you.
Oh...we are SOOOOO there! Although, I think she's just trying to drive me nuts and actually has no desire to "interact" with me. Not to mention, her brother feeds off of it and the two of them make my house sound like an African safari. In the meantime, my exhaustion gets the best of me and after listening to their whining for an hour I break and send them to their separate corners.
While I'm sure it's probably not the best example of my parenting style...it is keeping me from having a nervous breakdown. So, rather than giving this child fetal alcohol syndrome, I have chosen to do what gets me through.
As a side note, it is amazing that our neighbors haven't called the police on me. I can't imagine what I'd think if I walked by a house and heard two children screaming, a dog barking, and a crazed mother shouting, "Guys!!! Stop!!"
**shaking head**
We went to our second parade in one week this weekend. This one had a few less tractors and a lot less candy. Josh was freaking out.
We always go into these sorts of things with the best intentions. But somehow things always get sidetracked and mid-event a child's tears ruins the fun. And usually by the time the event is over Dustin and I just want to get "the hell out of dodge."
This parade was no different.
The only really cute thing that happened was that Josh was spotted by one of his classmates and she was jumping and shouting, "Josh!!! Josh!!" He waved and smiled. I said, "Do you know her from school?" He said, "Yeah, she's in my class, MOM." I said, "What's her name?" He said, "I have no idea."
Again...**shaking head**
After church on Sunday, Dustin somehow found enough energy to do a little work in the basement. My biggest accomplishments this weekend were making a soup on Saturday and making lasagna on Sunday. I digress. Even though Dustin worked for a few hours in the basement it, frustratingly, looks just about the same as it did two weeks ago.
The wreck from the basement is creeping up the stairs and infecting the rest of my house. It's an utter disaster. I need to have a huge bonfire and set all the junk mail cluttering my countertop, the toys cluttering my floor and other various junk in this house aflame. I can't keep ahead of the kids, the dog (who is going through a NASTY shredding phase - I'm sure it's just my punishment for the kids tormenting her) or my husband for that matter.
So lately I've been in the mind frame, "If you can't beat 'um...join 'um." I swear Dustin would live in squander before he'd get sick of it. So, in a week or so, I won't be able to take it anymore and I'll kill myself to try and get a hold of everything again.
My only consolation, is that Dustin will suffer just as much as me. Not because he has to help...but because he has to listen to me whine. Hmmm...I wonder where the kids get it.
Baby update: 13 weeks
Fingerprints have formed on your baby's tiny fingertips, her veins and organs are clearly visible through her still-thin skin, and her body is starting to catch up with her head — which makes up just a third of her body size now. If you're having a girl, she now has more than 2 million eggs in her ovaries. Your baby is almost 3 inches long (the size of a medium shrimp) and weighs nearly an ounce. As you start your second trimester, most of your baby's critical development will be completed and your odds of miscarriage drop considerably.
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