Ghost Train

This past weekend we decided to go to the train museum in Monticello since we'd never been there. They were doing a Ghost Train ride. The Prince was so excited he was vibrating. It was kind of disappointing, the train just went into the woods where they had a few Halloween scenes set up and some carved jack o'lanterns. That was it. Then the train pulled back into the station. When I complained to the King, he said what did I expect for six bucks? I guess he was right. Anyway, here's some pictures from the train. God, I'm fat!

As you can see, the motion of the train was sucking LP's will to live.

Mouse Hand

Did something ever bother you so much that you thought about it for days on end and then when you finally come up with the answer it is so simple that you feel incredibly stupid? That just happened to me. My right hand and wrist has been hurting me for a while now. It is this dull ache that will at times become a sharp pain, like it does that just to remind me that it's there. For a week I've been trying to think of what I did to my hand and I've come up blank. I didn't fall on it, bang it, mash it, smash it or twist it. I didn't feel any pain when I picked up the baby. My husband doesn't abuse me. What, what, what could it be?

I was just browsing the interwebz and I scrolled down with the mouse and holy cow, ouch! I think I have been sitting on this computer too much. I have Mouse Hand (not a technical term.) This is my body's way of telling me to get off the damn computer and go do something else.

Right now.

This One's Mostly About LP

I have quite a bit of energy today despite being woken up at 4:45 this morning by LP. He was hungry (there's a surprise) and he needed to be changed. He will usually gobble down a bottle and go right back to sleep, but for some reason he was UP, like he's had a double shot of espresso in his bottle. I figured I'd just let him play in his crib while I went back to sleep, but no, the universe conspired against me. LP wanted to practice rolling over. While he can roll from back to tummy with virtually no effort what so ever, going from tummy to back is giving him some trouble. He can do it, I've seen him do it, but sometimes this move throws him for a loop. And then he screeches. I wouldn't call it a full out scream, it's kind of a cross between a goat and that sound my cat makes when I accidentally step on his tail. Instead of waking up the rest of the house with that strange noise, I took LP down to the family room and let him roll his little heart out. I then made a rather large pot of coffee. I guess practice makes perfect because a couple of hours later he rolled across the room. No kidding. I put him down, went to the bathroom and when I came back he was on the other side of the room. I know what I'm doing tomorrow. Childproofing.

LP will be four months old on Saturday. Already. All in all, he's been a pretty easy baby. We had some gas/formula issues in the beginning, but that's resolved itself. He's not super fussy the was the Prince was. He eats. He sleeps. He poops. He smiles. He rolls over. I couldn't ask for a better baby. I'm wondering if it's all going to go to Hell when he starts teething? Honestly, I don't remember much of the Prince's infancy because I was pretty much out of my mind with post-partum depression. I'm trying to take it all in this time and enjoy mah baby. We took more pictures of the Prince though. I've heard that's how it is with number two. You don't take as many pictures, you don't finish the baby book, etc. I'm definitely guilty of that.

On a completely different topic, is anyone planning on having their kids vaccinated for swine flu? I usually get the seasonal flu shot every year. I did this year and I had the Prince vaccinated too. It just makes me a little edgy because it seems like they rushed the vaccine out so fast and I'm wondering if they studied the side effects enough before shipping it out. Thoughts?

Jam On It

Spontaneous breakdancing Saturday night.

Beating Myself Up One Day At A Time

This morning I am wallowing in guilt. Last night the Prince asked if he could sleep in our bed until his dad was finished watching baseball and turned in. Stupidly, I said yes. I was dead tired, also slightly embarrassed because it was only about 8:45 PM. I'm getting old. Pretty soon I'll be eating my dinner at 4:30 like my mother. Anyway, it became apparent pretty fast that the Prince was going to talk instead of sleep. Things have been going much better at school for him and I think that an earlier bed time has something to do with it. Since he was already fifteen minutes past his bed time, I fibbed and told him I heard Daddy coming up the stairs and he had to go back in his room. All was well until he asked me to stay in there until he fell asleep because he didn't want to be alone. Mind you I'm so tired that I'm starting to sway on my feet, so I told him no, that I was going to sleep too. He begged. He pleaded. I lost my temper. He cried. I went to bed and pulled the pillow over my head so I couldn't hear him.

This morning I feel like I am the world's worst mother. I'm pretty sure he's forgotten all about it because he was downright chipper this morning, but still. I feel bad. I know I should just let it go, but.... . That big but. Before I know it he's not going to want me for anything. I will be relegated into The My Mother's So Annoying I Wish She Would Just Leave Me Alone And Get Off My Back And Let Me Hang Out With My Friends category. My mother told me that time flies and before you realize it's happening you're an old lady and your kids are grown up. She's right. Six years has gone by in a flash. Ten years, twenty years aren't that far behind.

Maybe tonight if he asks I'll stay. Maybe I'll read just one more story. He won't be asking much longer.

Maybe Your Outfit Really Does Make An Impression

The Prince always says he likes me better than his dad and it makes me feel bad, especially because he says it right in front of the King. He's always saying, "I'm on your side , Mommy." I think if it were the other way around I would cry. I feel sorry for the King, but being the great guy that he is, he just laughs it off. I'm always wondering why he says that. He gets along great with his dad. They are two peas in a pod. They play together (stupid boy games that I am terrible at, like making shooting noises with Legos and they have light-saber duels, and they play video games together.) I on the other hand am the one who always makes him do boring stuff, like brush his teeth and get dressed for school and do his homework. How could he possible like me better? Last night I decided I would finally ask him and he told me he likes me better because I wear pretty clothes! Really, you think my clothes are pretty? Which ones? The ones with the holes in them or the stained ones from cooking and cleaning and having your brother spit up on me constantly?

I laughed and laughed when he said that. I was also relieved. I would hate to think that he thought his own father was a big fat meanie or something to that effect. It's just my wardrobe choices. Good to know.

Blogging At The Speed Of Light

OK, LP is sleeping, maybe I can pound out a post. I'm really letting this blog slide, but it seems like everytime I sit down, the baby can hear me typing and he wakes up.

I got the Prince off to school this morning, just barely. I had to feed the baby, so I sent him upstairs unsupervised to get dressed and brush his teeth. He decided to play boats in the sink instead. I was putting on LP's coat and he still had on his pajamas. I really almost lost my shit. We made it to school on time, thankfully, but some one's hair is standing straight up. I'm talking major bedhead. What his teacher must think of me!

I attended the mommy blogger get together last night at B-Lime and had a great time. It was so nice to put a face and a name to so many of the blogs that I read. To my surprise, we also received some lovely parting gifts. My husband teased me about all the "swag." I stuck my tongue out at him and told him he was just jealous that I got presents and he didn't. So, for everyone I told about the green marker incident, here is the picture: