2 months & 27 years

someone is 2 months old today:

and someone else is 27:

(that'd be me- not alex)

happy happy joy joy.

i feel so very old. and brynn- 2 months? already? STOP!

everyday

"alex, don't hit your sister!"

"alex, don't kick your sister!!"

"alex, don't sit on your sister!!!"

"alex...did you just spit on your sister?! ok- time out kid."

it's hard not to laugh. she looks so contrite.

30 seconds later, after a very loud "SORRY!" she's over it.

and for now, brynn is safe. from wayward hands, feet & spit.

what a furrowed brow. such focus. intense i tell you.

and as all is calm & quiet....the dogs begin barking with so much fervor that i'm pretty sure we're all about to die at the hands of an intruder.

as i reach for my weapon of choice (salad tongs that alex removed from their proper place)- i look outside to see this:

a masked robber, intent on cleaning us out?

no- just some feathered food. yes, food. stupid dogs.

and i forgot about these next gems- alex & "baby" elmo.

we don't have any baby dolls- so poor elmo gets diapered & force fed some "MIIIILK!"

i try to instill safety & love by letting alex know that this isn't the proper way to hold her "baby" & check his diaper...

in return, i'm rewarded with a look of disdain as i call her parenting methods into question.

my bad.

i later discovered elmo in the trash. i'm thinking babysitting is out of the question.

what they wore

as brynn gets more "interactive" it's hard to find time to sit & update. no longer is she content to just sit & stare- she demands attention. smile. coos & weird faces.

i'd forgotten. but i'm happy to give what is needed- i just wince over the lack of love my blog gets. a balance is needed: ie- back to work. heh.

anyway. here we go:





shirt: Target
jeans: babyGap
shoes: Trumpette



onesie: H&M
pants: Carter's
mocs: Target

onesie: H&M
pants: gift (Khol's)
socks: Old Navy

sleeper: thrifted (babyGap)



outfit: gift (Target)
socks: Old Navy
bib: Chiquita Mom (Chiquita Banana)

and because i'm behind:









epic stank face.



this is how she is 24/7. sugar high sans the sugar. a tornado of energy & flying toys. and spit. she likes to spit now.







tummy time fail. sleep time win.



"baby paci? Bin? Bin paci? PACI PACI PACI!!!"

::brynn wailing::

alex can't say "brynn" so she calls her "bin". adorable.



i looked over & LOL'D.



please notice the massive. that's it- the massive.







and last but not least:



inspecting our Elmo Ouchie cold pack after acquiring her 2nd goose egg of the day. all in all- she got 3 this weekend. all on her forehead.

one time she was crawling on all fours & the next minute she was face planting. how? how does that even happen?!

ok- so yeah, in a nutshell: snow snow snow. shove. plow. sledding. poopy diapers. peeing on mommy. spitting. screaming. goose eggs. super bowl sunday. grocery shopping. laundry. pooping. more pooping. "MOM, POOP!" dog vomit. cat puke. cat hair. cats eating balloon strings. cats puking up balloon strings. me daydreaming about killing cats. me apologizing for having such thoughts. daddy pissed at the snow. making homemade mozzarella sticks. eating like 20- feeling guilty. brynn peeing on the bed- me not changing the sheets for 2 days. me grossed out but oh so tired. alex giving "mwahs" ::melt:: brynn smiling ::melt:: husband telling me he wants to book a cruise for my birthday ::melt:: me saying "No" because that's just silly ::pout:: smiles all around when we decide to put the money towards Hawaii for our 5 year anniversary next summer ::fist pump::

OMFG HAWAII!

anyway- you get all that? daily life plus plans for Hawaii in 2012. that's right- after 5 long years we shall be returning to the place where i'm supposed to live.

we're still debating on whether or not we'll bring the girls. we'll be renting a condo/townhouse so there'll be room- and i think they'll fly free- but 12 hours is a long flight. so we'll see.

until then i'll continue to shlep it out here in new england. enduring the cold & snow.

corn dogs are a-ok

allow me to show you alex's discovery of corn dogs:

the mere fact that a stick was involved, basically guaranteed her immediate interest- but once she realized that there was a hot dog on said stick- it was love.

"MMMMMMM!!!"

"alex, are you done...?"

"HECK NO I'M NOT DONE!!!!"

"mamma- yummmm! NICE!"

it took her about an hour, but she finished the entire thing (minus 1 or 2 bites stolen by me. when it comes to corn dogs i'm like a 5 year old.)

now i know some of you may be asking, "omg, you let your kid eat hot dogs?! and corn dogs?! nitrates & preservatives & sugar & random animal parts?! OMG!"

and the answer is, yes. yes i do.

because hot dogs are awesome and they're not going to kill her. and corn dogs are even better because there is a hot dog + corn bread. so it's a win win.

and there you go. but if it makes you feel any better, she eats fruits & broccoli like it's going out of style. and oatmeal- the kid adores her oatmeal. so i feel we've got a fair balance.

brynn, on the other hand, only drinks mom's milk. and she's already more than 1/2 of alex's size:









she's already in 3-6 month clothing & things that alex was wearing at 3 months are already too small. keep in mind- she's not even 2 months old yet. she's a tank. who spits up & entices cessna to lick her clean:





i try my best to keep the dog's mouths away from our mouths- but there are times where it's inevitably going to happen. they only have so much self control & spit up is a delicacy. and i'm only so fast.

and that's whats up.

in other news:

- we hired our nanny. did i already mention that? did i also mention that she costs more than our mortgage?! yeah- baffling to me.

- it's snowing. again. lots of inches. i'm over it.

- brynn is in cloth diapers now & i'm just not feelin' it. i was pretty gung ho with alex- but i'm tired. and stuffing diapers is the last thing i want to do. plus, brynn pees/poos ALL THE TIME and it's getting really old.

- our chest freezer is FULL of my milk. this is a problem because i'm out of room- so we have no choice but to purchase another one. asap.

and lastly...

- i've been considering a mini van. i can't even believe i just said that. don't tell my husband- he might leave me. but my God- mini vans are so roomy & comfy & better on gas...i'm resisting so far- but i find my eyes wandering whilst driving.

i see those moms in their vans- they smugly look over at me and i can tell they're laughing inside. why? because they swallowed their pride & purchased a comfort machine that allows easy access to their children, incredible amounts of room & the option to carpool without taking out a second mortgage for gas.

and here i am- in my tank (that i do love), cursing the man as i once again am bending over at the gas station.

that's right Shell, Mobile & Irving- i'm back for more. do what you want with me.

Lord help me.