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Jennifer.
Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
Nathan.
Wild man. Runs on tip toes. Into choo choos and trash trucks. Might miss something when he's asleep. Thomas is everything. Enjoys long walks. Are fruit snacks in the food pyramid? There is no one cuter.
Brian.
Daddy. Cleans his cleaning products. Works for the red roof. Should be in a rock band. Solves all family problems. Drinks way more creamer than coffee. Will be playing Xbox when he's 80.
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Monday, October 6, 2014, 11:44 AM
Let's have a little chat-a-roo where I can explain the long and painful blog absence. I think it can essentially be summed up into three fun categories.
1.) Nathan is a tiny party boy.
I know, I know. The twos are terrible and I have a boy. But put them together and it's like the equivalent of being directly in a tornado that's circulating angry cats who want to eat your face off. And you can never go to the bathroom, because then your house burns down. Yesterday, he woke up at 3am and then ready to start the day at 5am. Just raring to go, Mom you better put on Curious George before I turn into the child hiding behind the washing machine in the movie The Ring. He's only got one speed and it's MAX WARP and he doesn't seem to appreciate the fact that I want to unload the dishwasher without him using it as a small ladder in order to climb up and pump out all my hand soap. Some days I feel defeated. Specifically lately, when he has discovered that pee pee, poo poo, and diarrhea are all fun words to scream until our eyeballs pop out, in a public place. I like to think of this time as me, participating in an intense program where at the end of this nightmare, I will receive my doctorate in patience. And I will be able to shower regularly again.
2.) My stomach began to try to climb out of my body and kill me.
Oh, then my stomach decided to host a Civil War inside of my body. All of the sudden I had daily bouts of I WANNA BARF MY BRAINS OUT and LETS MAKE YOU REALLY DIZZY AND TRY TO DRIVE. Now I know what you think. No, not pregnant. Please see bullet point one on this list. Any way, these feelings paired with my gift of supreme anxiety, made for a nice little three months that ended in a stomach scope. Parents came in, I got an IV by a doctor who looked like he was Nathan's age, and down went the scope into my body. Assuming they would find the worlds largest tumor (or collection of chewed up doughnuts), I was wrong. Everything was A-OK. Hurray! After my 60th doctors appointment, and a 3-hour gallbladder scan/colonoscopy scheduled, I called my Dad. Dad is like my Tony Robbins and Yoda all rolled into one. I decided to mentally make myself better about things and in his words "stop pitching a tent and camping on my problems." Happy to report, I still eat loads of spicy foods and I have felt tremendously better lately. Canceled the colonoscopy, thanks.
3.) Mom's Day Out is back in session and saving my life twice a week.
We've got a full year ahead of us and that means I've got time to blog, fold Brian's clean underwear and catch up on old seasons of Friday Night Lights. We had a small issue with my no-napping child being in a NAP YOUR BRAINS OUT facility. I was getting calls to come and get him half the day and that just lit me up like a Christmas tree. Last week they began providing a no-nap room for that part of the day and it's like the angels played trumpets, the sky opened up and God hugged me himself. I'm loving our Fall routine and seeing the daily reports that come home with Nathan saying he pottied 74 times on the toilet.
So I'm ready to be back and in your arms again. No more reporting on colonoscopies. Promise.