Author: Märia

Seporah now says “Lissy” for “Felicity,” I’ve now come to call my littlest girl “Little Lissy” (to the tune of Little Lulu of course).

If Seporah wants Omelets or Oatmeal in the morning and you don’t have time at that moment to cook (because you have to feed the other one) and she won’t take cereal, just pretend the cereal is for yourself-works every time.

It’s really cool on the morning that someone is coming to fix your oven (and charge you $50 just to look at it, not counting whatever to fix it), you happen to turn on the oven and it magically works!

Felicity hates the bottle, she prefers her milk straight from the tap, so on days that I come home from work, I get so many smiles and little hugs and loves. It’s awesome.

And Seporah she runs up to me and hugs and kisses me too on days I come home from work.

I’ve come to really like Tyrone, Pablo, Tasha, Uniqua, and Austin. Even the episode that’s based on James Bond.

The VCR (unlike the oven) really is broke this time, one too many objects were shoved in it (and I don’t mean the VCR tapes).

After bath time, babies smell like heaven.

Individual containers of milk or juice or yogurt smoothies with straws are so much cooler than a sippy cup with the same stuff in it.

Anything with wings can be called a fly.

If you go to The California Pizza Kitchen, I recommend the field green salad with gorgonzola cheese, portobello mushroom ravioli with sauteed mushrooms, the thai chicken pizza and the banana chocolate royale cake, all in one sitting. You may gain 5 pounds, but it’ll be 5 happy pounds.

So there was a lot of reasons I decided to go full time at work after Felicity was born. Mostly we don’t know where we are going to move after Steven gets out of the Army (388 days to go!) and we wanted a little extra in the savings account. As well as a few other reasons.

However I talked to my boss and said it just wasn’t working out and I’d like to go back to part time. Even though full time is only 3 days a week and part time is only 2 days a week, that 1 extra day is worth it. I don’t think I anticipated the lack of sleeping and colickyness of Felicity and consequently the lack of sleeping from me, I never feel quite awake and I never feel quite asleep. And Felicity hates the bottle, so every time I’m at work she doesn’t eat well. Which doesn’t sound so bad until I went in to weigh her and she wasn’t gaining like she should. Plus Steven and I aren’t too cool with daycare (but we do have a very awesome sitter when we both work), so when I was working, Steven was at home and when Steven was working, I was at home. We hardly ever see each other. I mean it took us 2 months to have a night off for a date (where we left early). And then Felicity getting sick was the top of the cake and I was like dude ok, this is not working. Plus I mean I’m not really Super Mom or Super Woman and I’d like a little “Me Time” which I’m not getting, at all. (And the house, well I won’t discuss the house).

So I’m going back to part time. Not until mid-April because the schedules are out and we’re very short staffed (they’re getting rid of our LPNs and no one’s coming to replace them, which is making more than 1 person angry). Yeah, BTW are there any RNs around here that want a job and are good with kids, It’s a pretty good job, has it’s ups and downs, but I like it for the most part.

Felicity and I have now officially rode in an ambulance, don’t worry everything is fine. I’ll tell the details later after I’ve had more sleep.

Murphy’s law states that after waiting 2 months since the last date, after keeping Red Lobster gift certificates in your wallet for 7 weeks, after finally not only getting time off from work for both you and said husband, but also getting a babysitter, the babysitter will call on the phone directly after appetizers and tell you your children are sick, ruining not only your appetite, but also the date.

Murphy’s law also states that after being up all night with 2 sick, crying, unhappy children, after going to Wal-mart at 10pm for medicine, after waking up early to call the doctor’s office early to get an appointment, you will get to the doctor’s office and not only will both children have a perfect temperature, but the cough and runny noses will both have magically disappeared.

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I only shave my legs every 6 weeks or so, my hair’s blond anyways.

I eat ice cream out of the container, but only when my husband’s not at home.

I can’t walk in high heels, and consequently own none.

I love getting pedicures, but have never had a manicure. It always seems pointless as a nurse where I wash my hands 10 times an hour at least.

My husband’s a better cook than me.

I have terrible handwriting, most people mistake it for a guy’s.

Not a single day goes by where I don’t eat chocolate.

I think romance novels are pathetic, the women in them are all airheads.

Romance movies though…well the sappier the better.

I think men who have all those muscles and six packs are really disgusting. All I can see is someone who immortalizes themselves, yuck.

My husband was the one who told me Britney Spear’s little sister was pregnant. I just don’t keep up with all the celebrities, at all, nor do I really care.

The only make-up I wear anymore is mascara, I don’t seem to have time for anything else.

I grew my hair long for my husband, not for me.

I wish I had a huge walk in closet that was completely filled with shoes, just shoes. You can never go wrong with shoes. Even if you’ve still got 18 pounds to go (and you’ve had 18 pounds to go for 3 months now). It’s just all about the shoes.

We have blocks with pictures on them and Seporah and I were playing “What is this?” She has a pretty good vocabulary to describe things now and she enjoys playing it. So this is what was on the blocks and what she called them:

apples “apples”
little princess “baby”
pencils “colors”
notebooks “books”

When she got to the next block which had rulers on it, she looked at it and looked at it. I could tell she had no idea what they were and I wondered if she was just going to ignore the block. But an idea flashed in her head and very confidently she said “HAT!”

I let Seporah eat raisins off the floor and the ground and I don’t even try to stop her anymore.

I let Felicity cry in the swing when I can’t seem to do anything right, sometimes for quite some time.

Seporah eats more than the recommended amount of candy by a lot (so does her mom).

Felicity has tasted ice cream.

The television plays more than 1-2 hours a day some days.

Even though I work in a demanding job, I enjoy the break from the house (and adult conversation).

I no longer try to scrub out the stains in Seporah’s shirts.

Felicity only gets 3 baths a week, but she probably needs more.

I let Seporah draw all over herself now without taking away the pen or marker, I just wash it off eventually.

When Seporah throws fits I can’t stop, she goes in her crib until she can say “sorry” and “all done,” sometimes that can take a lot longer than expected.

I’ve said “SHUT UP!” to the girls more than once.

My kitchen floor hasn’t been properly cleaned since my dad did it when he came 3 months ago.