Well that grand plan…

Bit me in the butt.

I refused to buy Princess/Stawberry Shortcake/licensed materials underwear for wee girlie.

Well, it has bitten me in the butt.  All those searches for something plain and reasonable and lovely…  are shot to hell with the husband coming home with these for her to wear at night!

Now we want to wear our ‘princess’ underpants ALL THE TIME.

Howls and fits of fury ensue when I try to get on the carefully chosen underwear…

ugh.

On an interesting note.  I just bought a spinning wheel.  You read that right.  I just bought a spinning wheel.

how crazy is that?  BUT… at 1/5th the cost of getting one new… I decided that I should get it…

ACK!

Sleep much?

The answer to that is no.

Wee girlie got up about an hour ago… screaming.

Got her settled and realized. I am not going to settle down any time soon.  So… down here I come.  la la la la laaaaa

Going to the farmers market with the Supreme Sock Goddess this morning.  I think we will skip our swimming lesson as she was up so much tonight.  I have to walk over to the gargantuan toy store sometime to pick up the last of the Christmas gifts… yes, I’m done by October.  Yes, even I think that this is SICK!

Husband is heading to the homestead this afternoon.  I’m staying home with the littles.  I’m not really up for a ‘visit’ with the in-laws.  Now, with the lack of sleep I really know that I am not up for it.

Well, in an hour or two at least the boys will be up.

urg.

woo hoo for me!

Well I did it.  Had the boys set up for lunch with a friend, who has her boys in the same classrooms.  Super teeny tiny stroller borrowed from a friend, bus fare and a plan to get to the meeting.  Igglepiggle, upsy daisy and makka pakka as well as a colouring book and erasable pencil crayons.  Water bottle too.

Three trips to the washroom, two re-fills on the water bottle ( I didn’t make it full either time, not even half!) and two hours later.  We survived the meeting.  Demanding little monster that wee girlie is… she was a total monster.

ugh.

They said it was okay, but well… I could barely keep up! urg.

Next meeting is earlier in the morning, so I can hopefully leave her at the school with the appropriate adults.

Upon picking up the midsized boy; he, his classmate and the classmates mother all said he was going to their house for the afternoon.

Why am I sitting here blogging?  I should be snoozing!  Husband has meet the creature tonight.  So yeah… chaos will be abundant seeing as I’m alone for supper and bed tonight.

Yeah, going to lie down now.

oh gawd…

Wee girlie wanted to make a telescope out of her drawing.

So I tape up the edges and hand it to her.

I go see boys…

you mean your brothers?  the boys?

No, I look window. I see boys.

Excuse me while I faint.  This kid isn’t even THREE yet!

Ahhhh  just saw that there is a grouping of motorcycles out on the street.  Motorcycles = boys. Not much better is it?

ugh.

Fun and games!

This afternoon I got to use Skype for the first time on our computer. *I’ve been on skype before at a friends house!

OHHHHHHSOOOOO COOOOOL.

This was a kind invitation by Sarah in New Zealand (MIDWIFE!!!), who was going to make sure that Elluminate worked for me. That way I’ll be somewhat prepared for the PD thing on Tuesday.

Things I learned…

a) the built in microphone works quite well. I hadn’t bothered to go poking around in the computer to see if it was set up properly or not… I figured listening and typing if I have anything of interest to add was good enough. The reason we know it works… see b).

b) using your computer to talk to people exacts the same behaviour from my children as when the phone rings. For example, wee girlie who was quite happily set up with water bottle, snack and Little Mermaid video… had to come and see who mummy was talking to! She proceeded to have to ’show mummys friend’ her toys and such… which also caused the dog with long nails to clip clop all over the hardwood driving me insane trying to get the two of them to beeee quieeeetttttttttt! without actually using my mommy voice!

c) I need to get over to Elluminate and review how to excuse myself from a conversation should there be some pressing need for my attention that husband just can’t cover. Done. Session option lets me leave… Sarah told me that… but I was trying to get the dog and child to hush up and didn’t quite catch it all. I tried to be a good student… really I did! Thank goodness they should all be tucked away, don’t care if they are sleeping!, during the actual session.

And just for ‘mummys friend’… here is the vicious shark that you heard the sound effects for. Swiped from biggest brothers bed.

The post…

That is bound to get blindmama to say something…  I’m not guaranteeing that it will be family friendly commentary… but I’m all for that kind of thing!  tee hee

So… when I last left you all in the diaper/toilet department… wee girlie was less than stellar.

Well. One morning as I’m preparing to put her in her clothing for the day… NO I HATE DIAPER.  DIAPER YUCKY! And that was, the end of that.  A  minor issue at a friends house… and no we don’t know if she really had to use the facilities or if it was the kitties that she was after.  And just this past week we had a problem at the playground.   She howled and was totally freaked about the last one at the playground.  Poor kid.  It seems that she might just be ignoring the ‘urge’ when she is having too much fun.  Totally normal.

And here we are a few weeks later and she still hates diapers… but despite having been dry through naps and nights for more nights than not.  I seriously have issues with it being this easy.  Then again… after the boys… I deserve an easy out for once.

Oh and she still thinks that her brothers underpants are too cool… hence this photo.  After she went digging through the freshly laundered and folded clothes waiting to be put away.  Biggest boy helped her get them on.  I’m not sure if he was aiding in the annoyance of the younger brother or just doting on his sister as usual…

I don’t want to know the answer either.

spiderman underpants

I got bit… on the a$$

As soon as I hit publish…  there was the sitter at the door.  Thought she’d come a little early in case I wanted to do some running around before knit night.  Serves me right for blogging about it, rather than doing that stuff… like getting ready!

Bugger.

I still left after 6:30, but I did get one errand out of the way.  Which is nice.    Knit night was good.  One of the gals brought her little dog who is a real sweetie… as far as little dogs go.  I did NOT buy any yarn.  I am so proud of myself.  Then again, I bought everything I had an idea or gift thought out for already… do not need anything else.  Okay, so the silk/cotton blend stuff is awfully tempting… but not at 35$ a skein.  Nope… sorry,  not happening for me.  Well, maybe for my birthday.  Quite a few people missing tonight.  Missed them all.  Hoping the one gal is working tomorrow at historic park.  I really do want to say hi, if we go.

Well, I looked at ‘big girl’ underpants tonight.  I just couldn’t do it.  I just couldn’t rationalize it quite yet.  I have a feeling that Spiderman/Superman/shark print underpants residing in her ‘twins’ dresser would be better bribery at the moment.  I use Dora/Diego as ‘I need 20 minutes to get supper/have some peace and quiet’  I will not have her tuchas ensconced in them.  I just can’t.

And do NOT let me near a Gymboree… those underpants last FOREVER (midsized boy is inheriting all of the biggest boys ones).  They are worth every single penny, even if I only wait until a sale, or rummage in the sale bins!

ahem… nope, not going near one of those stores… thank goodness the ladybug ones are all gone now.

The poop game.

Yes, I said poop.

Wee girlie shows definite interest in the toilet. But tonight. I’m not up for it… for the last 40 minutes she has been playing ‘I have to poop!’… ‘its coming’ ‘I need to use the toilet!’ *note she was freshly ensconced in her pj’s when this all started*

Mama has had enough of the on again off again toilet ploy come the end of the day…

She was tossed in to bed, with a fresh diaper with many howls of protest. Tough luck sweetie pie. Mama is in uncharted territory with a girl and toilet training. I need to gather some back up from other mamas to girls before I proceed with this game. I’ll be changing some toxic waste/foul smelling diaper in about an hour. Mark my words.

Other than that. Boring day. Hurrah for chiropractors, boo for 40 minutes behind in to ‘nap time’… and ouch to taking 30 minutes to fix this mama… sacrums… seriously, do we need them all that much?

rhetorical question.

Play date tomorrow, so whew… life is good!

Big girl underpants are of no interest.  Yeah, not interested in puddles.  I’m not on a ‘time table’, she doesn’t have to be out of diapers.  So yeah… I guess I could be more forceful on this one… but I’m not.

And advice from all girlie types is always welcome… ‘parent’ or not. 

Wee girlie

Is still howling.

Biggest mistake of the supposed Spring of 2008.

Taking apart the crib.

What next?

I am done.

Done.

Done.

Done.

Today, midsized boy insisted on bringing his ‘teddies’ to the school to pick up biggest boy.

And can we guess where the teddies are now?

Yeah.  Me neither.

To add to my stu

and this was where I had to haul myself upstairs to put wee girlie back in to bed for the bizillionth time and calm biggest boy down because he is scared of dying?

Shoot me now.

So to add to my stupidity, I decided to convert the crib to the toddler bed for wee girlie. Bad idea, no sleep happening for either of us.  ’nuff said.

Biggest boy.  Where to start… I can barely understand him when he gets on these obsessions.  Death, dying, turning in to bones, how am I going to die mommy?  This was what I could understand of his hysterical crying/sobbing/rubbing eyes and wiping nose moments.  Tried my best to alleviate his fears, not sure how well I did though.  I kept asking every few sentences who was talking about death with him.  Was this something someone at school said?  Never got an answer worth believing out of him.  I think someone/something has happened and set him off.  The entire day since lunch time has been one huge fit waiting to engulf us all.  Doesn’t help that I’ve been obsessing over what the heck I’m going to do to prepare them all for my fathers death.  Which I know I’m going to have to do sooner than later.

seriously… got a gun?  Shoot me now.

*and we won’t get in to my counting down the days until husband goes to camp!  no no no we won’t get in to the fact that I could probably even get so obsessed that I’ll go in to how many hours!

Got to love whims!

Knock at the door after stripping the snow sodden children from our trek to get biggest boy.

I open it to a guy with a wrapped flower delivery.

insert name here…

uhhhh what?   I don’t particularly care about flowers… I’m just not that high maintenance a wife…

This is numbers and street name?

At this point I’m thinking huh?

Then it dawns on me it is wee girlies name being butchered.

He laughs when I say I’m not sure why a 2 year old is getting flowers, as she is standing in the hall watching this exchange, sucking her thumb.

Parting comment.  Trust me, I’m more worried when my 16 year old gets flowers… two is easy!

I laughed, then I had a momentary panic attack about the 16 year old… only 14 years to go people!  ACK!

Any hoo.  My father on a whim  figured she could use some flowers.

She thinks the whim is pretty awesome too.

Leave me ALONE!

And no, the dog can’t lay on his bed…. I’m using it!  I’m responsible for the cleanliness of it… I get to enjoy it!

Bug off.

Now with fever!

Poor girl is just misery personified.  She hates having her hair washed… it had to be done tonight.  She howled and howled and howled and screeched her displeasure.  I escaped briefly for a wander through Chapters and came home to her howls… through the windows.  Across the street.  She is just burning… husband medicated her at nine, have it ready to go in a few hours to give her more.  She was happy to see me.  Apparently dad just doesn’t cut it tonight.

Biggest boy thankfully has lunch at school tomorrow!  whew!  I’ll see if I can get someone to walk him to and from tomorrow.  I figure if she doesn’t improve I’ll have to suck it up and take her to the walk-in clinic.  sigh.

Well people.  I need to try and get some sleep.     -stop laughing-

the victims…

Three sets of fitted sheets, two duvet covers, the duvet, the back-up ‘quilt’, fifteen towels, seven pairs of pj’s, four undershirts (gave up on those after a while), five pairs of socks, one pig, one bear, the polar bear, a duck, dads shirt times 3, mom times two… full body changes.

Every 90 minutes or so…. all. night. long.

To say I’m tired and smelly… is an understatement.

She has sipped ginger-ale since 9 pm.  and that is all.

Ginger-ale vomit is just as gross as the fully formed stuff of the beginning.

She just puked all over the dogs bed.  Add dog bed to the list.

blech.

Wee girlie.

Vomit

Times three.

BLECH!