And these are the days....

So here I am reading my favorite blog today and when scrolling down through her links, I find my blog linked. Well, feeling like a bum I realize that I was right when I said it was a humble attempt to blog. Its not that I don't really have time to blog, heck with my sleep schedule I could be blogging all night long. I just start things and then my mind starts running in some other direction and poof it is all but forgotten. Today however I realized that there is someone out there reading my thoughts and it gave me that lil kick in the butt to get writing again.

So where do I start my incessant rambling??? Hmmm... well Kaden is a teething machine now at 20 months old. I remember thinking he would never get his first tooth and he popped 2 at once. Then another 4, then 2 more.... now we are working on... hold on to your hat... 6 of the lil buggers!!!


While I am excited to see his pearly white smile without the gaps, I could have definitely endured only 2 coming in at a time. My smiley little boy has turned into a teething ball of early terrible twos. Not only do we get the whining that makes me want to climb the walls, the the chewing that is starting to put most puppies to shame as well as the temper tantrums, "No's" "mine's" and "maawwwww" (shouted at the top of his lungs whenever my wife or I are out of his sight for 20 seconds or longer)

So you may ask "How are you ladies handling it?" drum roll please........ We are going to start TTC #2 in March. As I read what I just typed, I wonder just how delusional this teething bout has made us. But all joking aside, we have decided that we do want our children close in age and seeing that Kaden seems lonely and mature enough in his little world to add another child would naturally be the next step.

I think that I above all must need a partial lobotomy for this idea. I am a SAHM already and there are days where I wish my boss was taller than 34 inches, wiped his own bottom, spoke English and wasn't always so demanding. I miss the benefits of being employed outside of the home. Things like vacation and sick time are a thing of the past. The work weeks are brutal and it seems that no matter how much I do in any given day, there are 10 more tasks waiting for tomorrow. And now I want to add to my dictator team???

But all said we are very excited and actually came to the decision during an emergency diaper run after my babysitter used 16 diapers in 24 hours. Call me anal retentive but I know the approx. diaper consumption of my lil poo machine. I had it calculated out that I would need to replenish the supply on Friday or Saturday when I did my biweekly shopping binge. New Years Eve we went out for the last of our 4 nights a year at the bar. My dear friend Nancy took our lil guy for the whole night and next day so in his bag I packed 20 diapers not knowing what time I would rise from the dead. When I picked him up there were 4 left. I was stunned but shrugged it off. Then today came and as I reached for a diaper I realized I only had 1 diaper left.

Panic struck, I looked outside dreading the cold wind and knew I HAD to go to the store. So with a sigh I bundled myself and my wiggly tot up to go get diapers. He seemed to sense the importance of the trip so thankfully didn't protest too strongly. 2 hours 70.00 later I came home toting a case of diapers, a Lego dump truck, a tube of butt paste, a pack of wipes for the stroller, a new spider man place mat, some conditioner, female necessities, a Rockstar energy drink, and a new Curious George DVD. And this is why I save my shopping for Friday or Saturday. If I go on the weekend I am so annoyed with the crowds that I power shop and get out.

So being the naughty mama I am I fed the kid ice cream and french fries at the mall around 5 (much to his delight) and he didn't have his real dinner until his usual bedtime of 9. He didn't get his lil tush to bed until 10:30 tonight but wasn't crabby at all. I really think its because he thinks he has me trained so well.