Amelia eating a pear at 6 or 7 months
I’m a bad bad blogger, but I’m a mommy blogger, so it is okay. My posting has been lax because I have two kids to care for and too many “hobbies” competing for my time (Yes, this makes me very privileged compared to other moms who don’t have the luxury of any hobbies). The podcast will have to wait because one episode takes more time than I have right now, but I just can’t let this blog die a respectable death (I guess this is The Office of blogs). For this reason, I’m resorting to one note posting to combine my blogging and self-education hobbies.
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Amelia has reached the big 2 (Literally. My mom took her to Sears and made her stand in front of a giant 2 to commemorate her 2nd birthday. I think this should be done for all birthdays. I wonder if they will look at me strangely if I demand a large 31 in August). In honor of entering the terrible twos, I threw her a small birthday party at our house. Nothing fancy. Some homemade sandwiches and cupcakes, chips, veggies, and Elmo decorations. Amelia had a blast. She got cake. She got to dance. She got to play with other kiddos. Pretty much a toddler’s perfect day.
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Like pretty much everyone everywhere, perhaps a slight exaggeration, the fam is getting over an early spring cold. Rather oddly Dave and I have gotten this thing in piecemeal. A sore throat one day, then stuffy nose, etc… without a whole lot of overlapping symptoms. Amelia, the family carrier of said cold because of her triweekly daycare (does triweekly mean every three weeks or 3x a week?) still has a slight runny nose, but manages to never act sick even as she is coughing up a lung. Henry on the other hand, wee little babe, still looks pathetic. He suffers the most because his immune system is still wee and little.
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I’m crazy about laminating. Somebody needs to stop me. Seriously. A couple weeks ago my parents gifted me with a Costco impulse buy. They said they thought of me when they saw the Purple Cow (the laminator’s brand name). As I have mentioned, I’ve been a little organizing crazy. For example, a few months ago, I decided we absolutely needed laminated CPR/First Aid cards attached to our fridge, just in case. 
I spent forever looking for proper UPDATED CPR instructions and then walked to and from Staples to get them laminated. I did the same with vintage alphabet cards. Apparently, a laminator isn’t all that expensive, hence the parental impulse buy. I guess they couldn’t stand watching me do something simple the painstaking way, but I don’t think they intended to open Pandora’s laminated box.
What can one laminate? A lot. I’m having lamination brainstorms all the time. Like I said, somebody needs to stop me. I knew I had a problem when Amelia wanted my attention and I told her “One minute honey, Mommy has to finish laminating something.” Oh boy.
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Henry is almost four months old, and I already hate breastfeeding. I don’t have any latch, supply, tongue-tie, allergy problems. Henry feeds like a champ. In fact, he likes it so much he still refuses to take a bottle. Maybe he knows that if he did take a bottle we might be slowly creeping towards weaning. Crafty little fella. Refuse the bottle and I can’t sneak any formula into your tummy.
If nothing is actually wrong with our breastfeeding relationship, why do I announce my hatred? Okay, so “hate” is probably the wrong word. Sometimes, maybe even usually, I really enjoy the feedings, often the mornings and evenings when Dave is home and I can have some uninterrupted Henry cuddle time. But he eats every two hours! Every two hours from start to start! Amelia was the same, maybe more on the three hour schedule, but pretty much the same, and yet I wasn’t as eager to ditch the boob so soon. But then again she took a bottle and I wasn’t placed on boob house arrest. Oh, and she didn’t have an older version of herself competing with her attention.
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Don't judge
I’ve gone a little project insane around here. For some reason, I fooled myself into thinking I’m crafty. I decided the best time to tackle all the little things around the house that have annoyed me for years is when I’m getting no sleep and need to take care of a toddler and 3 month old. Some of the weirdly OCD projects I have completed include organizing and labeling the laundry room, creating plastic bins (with labels) for our medicine cabinet supplies, labeling everything in Amelia’s closet, labeling everything in the master bedroom closet, labeling all the drawers of Henry’s dresser, labeling the inside of the refrigerator, and much more.
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