Gift Or Threat?

This weekend my husband was on a well deserved boys' trip to Vegas.  Not to be out done, I decided to stay with the other family whose husband was on the trip.  The morning we left, LB, was climbing up the screen door.  Since yelling at a cat doesn't work, I did not leave food for it.  It's just one night and the neighbor told me that he feeds fatty-mc-flea-pants too.

The 2 hour drive was atrocious because baby C screamed the whole way.  How B just ignores it completely baffles me.  I dug through the side compartment until I found some tissue and stuffed my ears.  It didn't help much, but at least it was toned down a bit.  The other option would be to stop after every 10 minutes of driving and prolong the baby aggravation.

I'm an angel, you are just a bad driver.

Once there the kiddos had a blast.  The family lives close to San Diego and it always reminds me just how packed in we are here in LA.  It was nice to take a breath for 2 reasons, the air was not brown and the buildings weren't cramped together.  They were able to run around the backyard and front yard with minimal supervision.  The kiddos even got ice cream from the ice cream truck.  C found a new passion.

This is fun but I want a real one.

I timed the drive home perfectly and C slept the whole way.  Even B took a little nap during her 100th time watching Frozen.  It was actually a fairly relaxing drive.

The morning was going so well until I found the welcome home present on our front step.  Luckily we came in through the garage so B wasn't traumatized, but I certainly was.  When getting the mail I saw something round and squishy under the mailbox.  I bent down to take a closer look and out of the corner of my eye I saw something on the door mat.  A complete set of mouse organs lay displayed on the step.  The skin was gone, as well as the skeleton.  Just the inner organs hanging out on the door mat. and a round pink brain under the mailbox.  (My sister informed me that mouse brains are difficult to remove, so it may have been some other organ.)  I calmly stepped back in to the house and closed the door.  I lie.  I screamed and slammed the door.

Then I did the most mature thing I could think of, I posted a distress call on FB.  Luckily a kind soul decided to take pity of me instead of mocking me, and drove over to help out.  Afterwards I couldn't help but wonder, was this a gift or a threatening display of power.  We all know it could not be an apology because it's a cat.

I regret nothing

I'd hate to leave this post with the visuals of organs and jerk cats.  So here's some lovely fabric I have big plans for.

This will all be used in one project!

And finally, here's a cute baby photo.

Big chair little baby

Turns out she was just making a big poop.  But isn't that the cutest pooping face ever!

How We Are Adjusting

Quick update on my resolutions, I've covered about 75% of them.  Most days I'm okay with this.  We're living in the weird paradox where the days go by so achingly slow and yet the week seems to fly by.  Easter is already upon us and C is almost 4 months old!  I have been planning to make the girls matching dresses for Easter Sunday.  C's dress (Little Geranium by Made-By-Rae) was done on Sunday and I'm pretty close to finishing B's dress.

Better photo planned with the kid in it.  Check out the pockets!

While it feels like a ton of things to do, here's my short list of things to complete before Sunday.
1. Finish B's dress
2. Make an Easter basket for B
3. Fill the Easter basket
4. Make a baby basket for C

It's difficult to get time for these things since we spend most mornings out of the house.  I know, first world problems right here.  If we stayed at home, the B would tear apart the house.  Her newest activity is jumping: off of things, onto things, over things.

I defy all things, including gravity!

I almost forgot to mention her next favorite activity, tagging.

In case you were wondering, it's Sharpie.  And no, it was not authorized.

Also finding and using scissors is very popular around here.

Bangs and holes in your clothes are in right now.  Get with the times mom.

With both of these antics you would think that I'm pretty negligent and that my child is often unsupervised.  The truth is that toddlers are sneaky weasels and each of these occurrences happened within the 5 to 10 minutes it takes to change C's diaper.

While we are out and about well meaning people like to ask me questions such as;
1. So you have 2 girls, are you going to try for a boy?
2. How is the older sibling adjusting?
3. How are you adjusting?

1.  I always grimace at this question since it is often asked in front of my girls.  I usually give a shrug and an "eh."  Why does everyone assume that I want a boy?  I have friends with boys and I just know that I cannot handle a boy.  B is already a rambunctious child and I can barely keep up with her.  She only accidentally breaks things.  Boys do it on purpose.  Besides, girls can wear matching dresses.  What do boys wear that is cute?

You boys have nothing on me.

2.  B is adjusting well and she's sweet with her sister is how I reply to this question.  For the most part this is true.  But this does not include the potty training regression, increase in volume and frequency of tantrums, or even C's visit to the hospital.  On that particular occasion,we had to rush to the hospital because of B's failed attempt to jump over her sister while I was making her bed.  Fortunately C was fine and her bruising went away in a few days.  Otherwise B is very loving and likes to give her sister hugs and kisses.  She also helps me by entertaining her sister during the few moments I have to put C down for.

Oh my heart...

3. How I'm doing varies day to day.  The one constant is that I can not put the baby down.  She insists on being held all day long.  If she is not in my arms for more than 5 minutes, the screaming starts.  While I know that I should start training her out of it, she is so quiet and content when I am holding her that it is hard to deal with the screaming.  I wear her while I sew, cook, eat, play with B, poop, and right now as I type.  Of course she doesn't like when I sit.  I should have lost all the baby weight since I'm standing and swaying all day but I fuel with sugar and junk food to stay awake.

"eh" to your suffering, pick me up now.

Hopefully, I'll have photos of the girls in their new dresses shortly!  Happy Easter!

If anyone has a suggestion for how to answer the boy question I'm all ears.