Wow, you guys are a very obedient lot, aren't you? Thanks for all the nice comments yesterday. The birthday was pretty fantastic. We had pancakes for breakfast! And an afternoon nap! And a very yummy dinner! With an ice cream cake! And a fantastic gift from Chip (along with the new crackberry phone, which is awesome)! So, in summary: #35, very nice. Looking foward to #36.
Let's talk about something very important, shall we? Like the fact that I don't remember the last time I was able to go to the bathroom by myself before 7pm? How come no one warned me about that particular little gem of motherhood? (They should have a special section in your childbirth class: Steps to a Successful Bathroom Trip When You Are a Mother.) Now that Alice is mobile, gone are the days when I could sit her in a bouncy seat while I took care of business. Now I'm carting sixteen different toys in there, along with the baby. And I don't even know what happened yesterday except to say that Alice thinks she can walk by osmosis or something. If she's surrounded by things that are her same height (say, for instance, the bathtub, my knees, and the hamper) - she's all about just letting go of a stablizer and just free-wheeling it, which inevitably leaves her careening into the wall. My favorite part of the bathroom trip? Comforting a crying baby on my lap, my pants in a little heap around my ankles. Makes me feel like a real grown-up, let me tell you.
So, duders. I'm looking forward to the weekend. Tonight we'll be watching BATTLESTAR GALLACTICA (oh how I've missed it SO). And tomorrow we'll be organizing the garage. Exciting, right? How about you? What fantastic plans do you have in the works?
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We kind of have the same thing at our house, only it's the pets. You CANNOT shut the door to the bathroom because they will freak out and start caterwauling/scratching at the door/waving angry paws under the door/etc. Every time, they barge into the bathroom, pushing the door open so wide I always yell (much to Jason's great amusement), "This is not a saloon!"
This weekend we are cleaning the house and THAT'S IT. Yay.
In the past three days I have heard so much - all amazing things - about Battlestar Galactica that I think I'm going to run out and buy every season on DVD and maybe spend the entire weekend watching what I thought was major geek tv.
Happy belated birthday!
Between the pets (2 cats, 2 dogs) and a toddler, I am giving up all hope of having a private bathroom moment for at least the next 5 years. Sigh.
I had to read Pickles and Dimes comment TWICE. It wasn't until the second time did I realize it was about pets. Huh.. It totally applies to pint-sized humans too.
TMI alert (not sure if this is standard operating procedure anymore): after the birth of kid #1 I remember being all shy during the we-won't-discharge-you-until-you-can-prove-all-the-plumbing-works test. By kid #2, I didn't care. At least the nurses weren't going to ask "what's that" or poke or try to lick anything!
We have the same problem but it is with the cat. She runs in and then lays on the floor all stretched out and wants her belly scratched or she lays flat on her stomach and wants her back scratched. The best was the big dog who would walk in and look at you eye level and just stand there. We'll be fixing our internet connection and putting some shelves in and organizing guest room as we have some locals that will be staying a few days with us,
I have the same problem with my pets. Apparently I need an audeince to do my buisness! If they don't beat me to the restroom before I shut the door I trip over them as I exit. My plans for this weekend included stuffing 9 children, 3 adults, 3 dogs, and 1 very grumpy cat into my apartment for a slumber party! It was a lot of fun but I am exauasted.
You know it's bad when your son opens the bathroom cabinet and hands your husband a tampon while he's going to the bathroom! And then said husband isn't very pleased that your son has witnessed the need for THAT!
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