Friday, February 23, 2007

Eat to Live

This morning, I was getting ready and I heard August fussing downstairs. I yelled down, "Are you feeding him solids?" Eric said, "No, should I?" I said he could if he wanted, and he said. "I'm watching his little fontanelle pulse and it's freaking me out!"

I think he meant soft spot. Is fontanelle a word? I'm going to look it up.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Happy Holidays

Here's why we didn't sent out a holiday card, because this is what it would have said.

With one kid, I was smug. I thought I had this parenting thing in the bag. We could handle it. It was even easy most of the time. Then we got all cocky and decided to have another one and August is here. Been here for 6 1/2 months. And our house is a tornado of chaos, the noise all the work seems to have multiplied exponentially. When the baby screams, the three year old screams, then one or both of us screams. When the baby pees, the three year old pees on the floor or in his pants or in his bed. Plus, Kaj cannot keep his hands OFF the baby. This usually involves pinching his cheeks or sticking his finger in the soft spot. It is bizarre and makes me want to knock him into next week.

I won't say I'll never judge a parent again, but let's just say I won't judge too harshly. Since the Little Einsteins have taken over parenting our children in the morning, who am I to judge anyone? I'm just thankful that the baby will watch television. He's got a great attention span. We're very proud.