having not mopped.

every day this week i've told myself that i was going to sweep and mop my floors the second children are down for naps or asleep for the night.
but every day milk spills, taco meat falls, or water drips from swim suits and i think,
"i'm so glad i didn't take the time to mop!"
i thought about that as i was on my hands and knees tonight picking up cheese and meat from underneath the chairs.
i felt so smart,
having not mopped:-)

google it hot shot.

look at her elbow crease,

it's what i'm talking about;-)

the hot shot was wrong.
it wasn't pilomatricoma.
it doesn't need to be removed.
it will go away in 3 to 4 years.
victory never smelled so sweet.
yet when they told me it wasn't pilomatricoma i sat there feeling like i should be defending it.
like, "well, that's what hot shot said, are you sure it isn't? are you sure it's this new thing? are you sure it's going to go away?"
then i realized i was defending hot shot.
and probably insulting their experience, but i'm paying them whether i get my questions answered or not, so i might as well ask them.
so i said to myself, "self, this is your second opinion. listen to it."
ta-da.
big sigh of relief.
no surgery.
no under the knife.
goes away.
why am i defending pilomatricoma hot shot?
b/c it makes me wonder if anyone really knows anything.
it's not painful.
it's not bothering her.
this is good.
now i can go back to feeding my daughter fruits and veggies in the wrong order.
did i mention they gave me a paper with the name and said, "this is so you can google it."
but not in a snotty way.
plus, they introduced themselves (the intern and the doc)
AND
used my name,
AND
used the now 5 1/2 month old's name.
they had me at hello:-)
really though, i think i might just have to have "GOOGLE" tatooed across my forehead.
since it's already there and all.
by the way, her bumps are Juvenile Xanthogranuloma.
go ahead, google it;-)
...
p.s.
my pride almost left this part out.
her bumps have changed color in the last month.
when hot shot saw them they were white.
pilomatricoma white.
they are now yellow.
xanthogranuloma yellow.
still.
i don't like hot shot.

bull-honky

with brennan i remember reading that you have to feed them all of the vegetables BEFORE any of the fruits.
or else they won't eat the fruits.
bull-honky.
we're eating them in whatever order we feel like this time.
the sweet potatoes have max in NEED of bananas, if ya' get ma' drift.
maybe some rice cereal too.
because really, before "the books" mother's MUST have been at a lost for raising children.
they couldn't have POSSIBLY known what was good without an EXACT way to do everything.
babies MUST have starved.
and been neglected.
or maybe there's more than one way to do things.
wait, THERE'S an idea!!!
...
max is headed for her dermotologist consult today up at the big PCH.
let's hope this one goes better than the last.

14 serves 3 here

every week we make it the way the box says.
every week we get the same amount.
3.
i like mine golden brown and gooey in the center.
the gooier, the better.
just don't give me one all the way cooked.
it's just not as exciting.
but the box says we are supposed to get 14 out of it.
14!
and we get 3.
granted they want you to make them smaller than a floppy disk,
and we like them to rim the plate.
kinda like how i went to the store last night for bananas and milk, but came back with everything i needed to make dinner for a week.
and Popsicles b/c we were out.
and even though it wasn't "on my list,"
it was "on the list" in my head.
the running one that is constantly adding and removing items.
the one that i cannot accurately remember every item on every time i go,
which is why it is ever adding and removing.
it would be much easier to just write it down,
but then i would have to commit it to the list.
it's so much more of a "sus" when it's not "on my list."
kind of like getting 3 pancakes when you're supposed to get 14.
wait, i dont' think it's the same...

they're related, minus hair.

the hair is what might throw you off.
brennan 4 months, or something close to that.
inches and inches and inches of hair.
fun for baths.
and gel.max 5 1/2 months.
possibly milimeters of hair.
maybe less.
bubbles make the mohawk.
fun for obscenely large bows.

brennan 5 1/2 months

thick as a brick.

max 5 1/2 months.

skinny as spaghetti.

eats like a horse.

and i absolutely put that bow on just for the picture.

now i wish i would have run for the tutu as well.

twins i say!!!

it blows me away.

minus the hair.

not in your hand.

it's hot in the shade.
the m&m's never even had a chance to melt in my mouth.
...
everybody took sucky naps today.
heaven bless their personalities.
funny little dude.
max ate sweet potatoes for the first time (blah, blah, blah) today.
there were two bites left.
i think she liked them.
the pork loin asked for a bite.
swallowed it.
stuck his tongue out in disgust.
said he didn't want the last bite.
they used to be his favorite.
he hated the peas.
now they are his favorite.
funny thing.

pretty much means always now.

desperate times call for desperate measures.
target date.
i had a list.
we had a babysitter.
off we went.

do not buy this mop.
it bites.
don't be fooled by the good looking handle.
we returned it.
and went with mr. clean this time.
realized there's nothing we are exempt from anymore.
alcohol.
cigarettes.
rental cars.
fireworks.
too bad i don't want any of that.
well, maybe the fireworks.
a good 15 min. we stood in front of the baby food aisle.
trying to do the math in my head of 10 for $9 vs. one for 46 cents.
yes, i really stood there trying to figure that out.
tired mama picked the glass jars b/c those were the ones i wanted anyway.
decided i didn't care which was a better deal.
dr. scout master scanned everything i wanted with his phone.
it told him where we could get everything for cheaper.
i told him to stop it.
i didn't want to know i could get it for less.
i was here and here is where we were gettin' it.
we talked houses.
we are getting ready to want one.
well, we've been wanting one for quite some time.
but now we get to really want one for real.
like plan for it.
like don't put the sparkly bows in the cart for max b/c we'd rather have a house.
the moon looked like it had eyes, ears, a nose, and a big smile.
it made me think of goodnight moon.

and the cow jumping over the moon.
and 3 little bears, sitting on chairs...

i love that i'm so exhausted that i actually look intoxicated.

Arctic circle is the new way we end our dates.

at least, it's how we've ended our last two.

which pretty much means always now.

i jumped up on my tippy toes for several seconds in excitement when i saw this.

i hope my mr. clean mop doesn't bite.

the scout master has informed me that i need to schedule make out time in the car next time.

i laughed.

mama still got it!

yeah baby;-)

dream it! i dare you.

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i have a feeling it's scout camp money,

but for the next 8 hours until the scout master comes home,

i'm going to pretend it's mine.

i'm leaving it out on the counter, just feeling rich and lucky.

and planning what i could buy with it.

peed upon.

if you leave your toddler in their swim diaper,
feed them dinner,
and an entire bottle of Gatorade,
then go to feed your baby,
still not changing your toddler,
he WILL pee,
and
he WILL leak (or "EAK" as he may say) all down his legs and onto your treadmill and carpet.
you may clean it up with wipes,
only to find wet spots later on as you are feeding your baby.
you may wonder if the baby is wet from her own pee,
or if she has been peed upon.
i am still not sure.
both have been changed and re-diaper-ed.
it's 8:49pm and both of the children are asleep.
i am tired.
and it was a really funny night.
why does the pork loin only pee on the carpet when the scout master is scouting?