Well That Didn't Last Long

My self-imposed teetotaler status has ended. Like I said, that was one fun party on Friday night, but I think I can get back in the saddle again. Phew. This'll make me more fun on margarita night. So...when's margarita night?! Ok, after y'all have your babies. Fine. Should I bring the blender to the hospital? I'm so classy.

And no, contrary to how this post reads, not drunk. Just a little overtired since Aidan's been getting up periodically for the last couple weeks because of "teeth pains." Basically on any given night SOMEone gets up for some reason, but I'm not going to complain at all because for a week or two Aidan completely stopped going down easily into the crib (again that magical thing where he would be awake and you could PUT HIM DOWN and he would just GO TO SLEEP. Incredible! Never would I have believed it really happens if I didn't get him.) but now things are back on track there. So if I have to get up once or twice for a short time (or more accurately if Eric has to) then I can't complain cause overall it's fine. Just tiring.

I need a drink. :o)

Oh Yeah

I completely forgot how MESSY feeding a baby solid foods is. Aidan just had his first solid food a few days ago (organic summer squash, in November, ah well) and tonight he had bananas. Messy but so so cute too. He seemed to like both, though Brendan thought, because he kept spitting it out, that we were torturing him, so the first meal consisted of Brendan jumping up and down excitedly on his chair shouting "No! No! Stop! He doesn't like it!" and we got it on video and it was pretty damn funny. Brendan's face kept involuntarily mimicking Aidan's, with horrified undertones. Ah, these boys are always looking out for each other.

Rockin anda Rollin?

I'm not sure if Alanis Morissette would write a song about it, but I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to books.

Malevolent Muddled Milieu

Don't you totally hate it when you spend a ton of money buying a whole bunch of new clothes to use as a temporary wardrobe after you have your third baby in 4 1/2 years and you still have 5 pounds to lose to get back to your normal weight even though you actually weigh less than you did when you got pregnant with baby #3 but your body has changed so much that you're in fact more like 15 pounds overweight and all your regular clothes are either too big or too small (mostly too small) and then you take the tags off all the clothes and wash them and throw away the receipt and then you realize the clothes actually are hideous and make you look moronic and awful and you try to wear them anyway because you feel guilty thinking of all the other better things you could have done with that money and then you realize you just can't do that and now you still have no clothes to wear? Me too.

I also hate the new tsa policies (and most of the old ones too, like the one where I had to throw away my baby's teething toy before getting on to the plane even though it was specially listed ON THEIR OWN WEBSITE as being approved for flight) and I hate that there's a good chance those policies won't be ended because they spent $80million and counting on their stupid radiation boxes and well at least $18,000/yr on each of their gropers.

I have a lot more to complain about, but I'll stop there.

Last Day of Brendan the Two-Year-Old

and a quintessential picture reflecting Brendan's morning attitude versus Liam's...



For a boy who's seemed like he was three since the age of one and a half, I'm still surprised Brendan is going to be three tomorrow. Mixed emotions for Mommy but Brendan's pretty psyched about his big day. I wonder though, with his newfound big-boy-ness, will he still say things like,

Mom, is this the right feet?

That's where we go for fwinmmin lessons

Do you want me to do (insert various assorted dangerous things here), or no?

I didn't do nothin naughty

Stupid (or fat or hate) is not nice

Don't forget my vitaminins

What?! That's incredibal!!

I'm not fussin, I'm just laughin

I gotch ya

I sleeped good, are you happy?

I'm not sayin poopoo, because poopoo is potty talk. you shouldn't say poopoo so I'm not gonna just keep sayin poopoo, poopoo, poopoo, poopoo. Well I'm just sayin, poopoo's not nice because you shouldn't say poopoo. or butt.

No, I amn't

Why Is a Raven...

I really just don't get why Democrats and moderate Republicans don't run a campaign something along the lines of Sarah Palin, Mad Hatter. You know? Like The Nation did, but bring it more mainstream. Paint this Tea Party with colors from the land of tweedledum, tweedledee, not authentic American Revolutionary heroes. This seems to me like the best possible response to all the craziness, just call it what it is. Thank you. :o)

That's Me Boy!

Aidan had his four month checkup today, and they confirmed what I had been thinking all along - he's a big boy! Weighing in at 17lbs 4oz and 26 1/2 inches tall, he is still on the charts but up at the top. Everyone commented on his cheerful disposition, adorable smiles, rugged good looks and obviously above-average intelligence. :o) He was a good sport about the 612 (actually 4) shots and mostly loved holding the doctor's stethoscope and drooling all over the place. As the day progresses he seems to be liking the effects of the shots less and less, but he's still a trooper.
Also today Liam and Brendan had fun going for a short visit to the park with my friend from work and two of his daughters. This was our second playdate, and the warm-up time for his girls was much shorter than last time. Liam and Brendan basically needed no warm up time and would happily have gone home with my co-worker's family.
Also, I never explained the title of my previous post (I think) and basically it was a reference to Halloween costumes. I'd explain further but Aidan needs a little comforting.