Things have been quiet on the blog front for a few days. But, don’t let that fool you — our life has been ANYTHING but quiet. It’s been loud, busy, crazy, messy, and we’ve heard “Uh-Oh” more than once.
(and, in this house, “Uh-Oh” is NEVER a good thing to hear)
Here’s a recap of everything that’s gone down. ‘Cause, we all know everyone really, truly wants to know every minute detail of my life.
So, We Had the Birthday Party.
The majority of last week, aside from my day at Labor and Delivery, was spent getting ready for the Little Lady’s birthday party.
It turned out adorably, of course … I mean, how can you go wrong with the Wizard Of Oz? BUT — I am STILL worn out. Not necessarily from the party itself. Oh, no.
From the preparations.
Who knew that making your own decorations and party games was that exhausting? I hope I never see tissue paper and tempera paint again.
(p.s. I’ll have more pics up tomorrow.)
So, I Took My 3-Hour Glucose Test.
I failed the first round. By three stinkin’ points.
And, yes, I am still bitter about that fact.
But, let’s not dwell on how my pregnant body has betrayed me.
The glucose drink was . . . well, it was disgusting. It was more than just a little difficult not to vomit as I drank that bright “Red-40” colored sugary drink. Gatorade flavored my foot!
(I better pass this one!)
So, Mr. Boy Likes To Clean
While sitting in my doctor’s office for three hours and getting my arms poked multiple times, Hubby stayed home from work to play Mr. Mom.
Mr. Boy made sure he received the FULL experience.
- Mr. Boy threw fits every few minutes. Sometimes there was a reason behind them and sometimes there wasn’t a reason beyond the fact that he’s nearly 2.
- Mr. Boy reminded Daddy that one MUST lock the water dispenser on the fridge. His reminder was a visible and slippy sheet of water all over the kitchen.
- Mr. Boy tried to “help” clean his morning messes (and there were several) by removing his shorts and wiping them on the floor, couch, and any other surface that was messy. When THAT didn’t work, he took said shorts to the bathroom (which Hubby had forgotten to secure with the child-lock), dunked them in the toilet, and proceeded to use THAT water to clean.
Hubby was MORE than ready to head off to work once I returned home.
So, The Little Lady Likes To Make Messes
This was my Facebook status update late Sunday night. I think it explains everything.
Her punishment for the baby powder adventure was to clean it all up. Unfortunately, that backfired on Mommy and Daddy.
It seems that vacuuming up powder is fun . . . when you’re four.
Have I mentioned I’m tired?