a morning in my head.

Eisley hasn't thrown up in about a week.  It's almost sort of sad I can no longer say that I am a puke catcher extraordinare.  And who knew there was such an art to putting in a pacifier to avoid gagging and ending in puking?  I do, and still exercise those practices just to be safe.

And despite all of the throwing up, Eisley eleven pounds, twelve ounces (75th percentile) and 22.75 inches long (75th percentile).  Yesterday was her two month well baby visit and a quick visit for Ruby to get a vaccination.  We have just started giving Ruby her vaccinations - this was only her second; kid is a champion patient.  She hasn't budged either time, but she sure gets excited for the printed bandaid and the sucker afterwards.  It's a lot easier on me when there are no tears.

So yesterday was the first time I took the two of them out by myself.  And likely the last.  I'm sort of kidding.  Eisley has been extremely needy this week.  As long as I can sit and hold her and feed her whenever she wants, she is the happiest baby alive.  Any mom of a two year old knows that this doesn't bode well for the sake of the house.  Anyway, I felt like I was a participant in some off kilter game show yesterday morning - I looked at the clock and realized I had fifteen minutes to finish getting ready, load both carseats into the car, get them dressed, and find some sort of really quick breakfast.  I'm sure the moms of multiple children are rolling with laughter at this point, but having two little ones is quite the production.  Add in all of their things, a busy parking garage, and I am ready to pull my hair out.

I didn't make it.  But we were not late, so that has to count for something, right?

Pushing a full cart while carrying a screaming baby through Hobby Lobby was a new experience (one that I don't care to repeat), but I'm sure it kept several future craft ideas out of my cart.

We came home and made it to the developmental screenings.  It was here that I was informed that the things Ruby most enjoys learning about are five year old concepts.  I wish I could take credit for that, but  she has a zest for discovery and learning like none I have ever seen before.  I hope that stays with her always because so many people (including myself for the most part) lack that desire.

And then it was the ice cream cone's turn to babysit while I talked to my smiley girl.

pure, unadulterated joy.

Rubyisms:


Two nights ago, Ruby was saying her prayers (which generally consist of giving thanks for various things and people).  She said, "Dear God, thank you for the water in the bathtub, Ernie and Elmo, the beach, and my pillow."  Jimmy said she had her priorities straight.  I'm glad she's thankful for the small things.

And speaking of the beach,  she is great at pretending to go places (work, the store, school), and so I didn't think twice when she told me she was going to the beach.  When I informed her we couldn't really go to the beach, she had a total meltdown.  So instead, she laid on a towel, donning her swimsuit and 3-D glasses, pretending to be at the beach.  For the rest of the night.

Yesterday at the doctor, she was just itching to play with the books in the examination room.  I'm awfully crazy about germs so I told her that we shouldn't.  As she kept persisting, I finally told her that I didn't want her to look at them because they were covered in germs from sick kids.  She informed her doctor when she walked in, "Those books over there have germs." (I know this is only the start of her brutal honesty being a source of serious humiliation for me)

This morning, I found a ton of wipes (like half of a package) in a Target bag.  I looked at Ruby and asked, "What is this?"  She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Eva pooped."  Eva is her doll (and partner in crime).