I don't know what kind of damage we are doing to our daughter with this whole moving business. I know she's not the first kid to move, but with all the 'maybes' going on in our life right now it's a very hard concept to explain. She knows that sometimes people come to look at our house and she comes along to open houses with us. She LOVES open houses... it's actually kind of odd. Maybe she's realizing there is more to this great big world outside of her 881SF? At any rate, she has turned looking at houses into a game. She's a mini real estate agent. How many years of therapy is this going to cost me?
Here's a question for the universe: where do you put the toys when you don't have a playroom? I didn't have a playroom growing up, but my brother and I also had big bedrooms where we kept all our toys. We kept the bigger sprawling ones (think Lincoln Logs, PlayMobil, Legos, etc) in our unfinished cellar. Is that okay to do these days, or will someone report us to the Parents Police? Because let me tell you, there are no playrooms in our price range. If we are luck we will get a formal dining room which will double as a playroom since we don't have a formal dining room set and we will have no money to buy one! Which really is fine... what would I do with a formal dining room right now? I'd rather throw the toys in there and call it a day!
And just to keep everyone updated: I still hate the treadmill. I don't know if I can do this all winter!
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Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
10 on Tuesday!
If your definition of Tuesday is Wednesday.
1. Halloween is tomorrow! WHOOO! CANDY CANDY CANDY!!! I steal all the good candy from my children. I am not ashamed of this. CANDY!!!!
2. Treadmills are the bane of my existence. There are a lot of reasons why I dislike living so far north, but up close to the top of that list is the fact that I have to run on a treadmill from October through April. I'm hopeful to get an outside run in this weekend.
3. My boy qualified for EI. I'm not too surprised, but I'm overwhelmed. I don't know how the parents of sick kids keep their shit together. My kid isn't sick but he needs some extra help and I'm juggling appointments, tests, insurance, bills, referrals, and my other kid's schedule. Craziness!
4. Go Red Sox!! Let's take Game 6 and win again!!!
5. I really truly mean #4. I want the Sox to win. So please don't kill me when I admit that I think the beard thing is stupid and can't wait for it to be over.
6. I need to be more patient with my daughter. I'm not sure how to accomplish that, but I think it involves wine.
7. I bought myself a new sweater from Old Navy this past Saturday. I've worn it twice since then. I saw one of my friends both times I was wearing it. She probably thinks I have no other clothes. She wouldn't be that far off from the truth.
8. I'm reading IT right now - I know, like 25 years late with that one. HOLY GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH STEPHEN KING? Seriously, are all his horror books like that? I've only read 11/22/63, none of his horror books. That books is not okay. Not okay at all. Should not be allowed. PENNYWISE THE CLOWN IS COMING FOR ME AND IMMA DIE.
9. My daughter LOVES to walk through the "girl" toy aisles at Target. But she doesn't realize you can buy those toys and bring them home. I will cut the person who clues her into that fact. Cut.
10. CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!
1. Halloween is tomorrow! WHOOO! CANDY CANDY CANDY!!! I steal all the good candy from my children. I am not ashamed of this. CANDY!!!!
2. Treadmills are the bane of my existence. There are a lot of reasons why I dislike living so far north, but up close to the top of that list is the fact that I have to run on a treadmill from October through April. I'm hopeful to get an outside run in this weekend.
3. My boy qualified for EI. I'm not too surprised, but I'm overwhelmed. I don't know how the parents of sick kids keep their shit together. My kid isn't sick but he needs some extra help and I'm juggling appointments, tests, insurance, bills, referrals, and my other kid's schedule. Craziness!
4. Go Red Sox!! Let's take Game 6 and win again!!!
5. I really truly mean #4. I want the Sox to win. So please don't kill me when I admit that I think the beard thing is stupid and can't wait for it to be over.
6. I need to be more patient with my daughter. I'm not sure how to accomplish that, but I think it involves wine.
7. I bought myself a new sweater from Old Navy this past Saturday. I've worn it twice since then. I saw one of my friends both times I was wearing it. She probably thinks I have no other clothes. She wouldn't be that far off from the truth.
8. I'm reading IT right now - I know, like 25 years late with that one. HOLY GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH STEPHEN KING? Seriously, are all his horror books like that? I've only read 11/22/63, none of his horror books. That books is not okay. Not okay at all. Should not be allowed. PENNYWISE THE CLOWN IS COMING FOR ME AND IMMA DIE.
9. My daughter LOVES to walk through the "girl" toy aisles at Target. But she doesn't realize you can buy those toys and bring them home. I will cut the person who clues her into that fact. Cut.
10. CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, October 28, 2013
you know what grinds my gears?
the end.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Mister Monster
My boy is going to be a monster for Halloween. Isn't he the cutest monster you have ever seen? ISN'T HE???
That's what I thought. (sorry it's blury. Trying to get a picture of a toddler means acting very quickly)
My poor boy had to get his hearing tested last week. For most people, this wouldn't be a big deal. But for a 15 month old boy who doesn't sit still, never mind sit still so people can stick strange things in his ear, it was torture. Hysterical crying, flailing, hitting, squirming, you name it. It was a big ol' fail, and now we have to go back for attempt #2. The audiologist who attempted the test said it's easier to have two doctors in the room when testing children. I'm not sure why there weren't two audiologists in the room to begin with - it's not as if we kept his age a secret when making this appointment. The doctor said she was used to testing kids and it's evident that they do work with kids judging on the bin of toys they have in the testing rooms, but I'm not convinced this is the right place for us. If attempt #2 is also a fail, I'm going to get a pediatric specialist at Mass Eye & Ear, which I should have done in the first place. Our pediatrician recommended the audiologist department at a local rehab hospital so that's where we went. But what is the point in living so close to the best hospitals in the country if you don't use them? Mass Eye & Ear is ranked #7 for ENTs in the country. The COUNTRY. And it's like a 20 minute drive from where I live. Boston Children's Hospital is the #2 children's hospital in the country. Also about a 20 minute drive. Our appointment for attempt #2 at our current audiologist is on October 31st at 2pm. By 3pm I will either have an official diagnoses or be calling some hospitals in Boston!
That's what I thought. (sorry it's blury. Trying to get a picture of a toddler means acting very quickly)
My poor boy had to get his hearing tested last week. For most people, this wouldn't be a big deal. But for a 15 month old boy who doesn't sit still, never mind sit still so people can stick strange things in his ear, it was torture. Hysterical crying, flailing, hitting, squirming, you name it. It was a big ol' fail, and now we have to go back for attempt #2. The audiologist who attempted the test said it's easier to have two doctors in the room when testing children. I'm not sure why there weren't two audiologists in the room to begin with - it's not as if we kept his age a secret when making this appointment. The doctor said she was used to testing kids and it's evident that they do work with kids judging on the bin of toys they have in the testing rooms, but I'm not convinced this is the right place for us. If attempt #2 is also a fail, I'm going to get a pediatric specialist at Mass Eye & Ear, which I should have done in the first place. Our pediatrician recommended the audiologist department at a local rehab hospital so that's where we went. But what is the point in living so close to the best hospitals in the country if you don't use them? Mass Eye & Ear is ranked #7 for ENTs in the country. The COUNTRY. And it's like a 20 minute drive from where I live. Boston Children's Hospital is the #2 children's hospital in the country. Also about a 20 minute drive. Our appointment for attempt #2 at our current audiologist is on October 31st at 2pm. By 3pm I will either have an official diagnoses or be calling some hospitals in Boston!
Sunday, October 20, 2013
big doings
Lots of stuff happening in the O'G household. The 881SF Of Hell is on the market (did I say 881SF of hell? I meant Happy Land! Where unicorns serve you breakfast in bed every day!). You know what's fun - cleaning out 8 years of crap in order to have an open house. It took us two weeks and we didn't even touch the attic... except to put some more stuff up there.
We're sort of in limbo right now. We can only buy a new place if we sell the current one, and we have to sell this one for a specific amount of money. We are still very much underwater and there is a limit to how much cash we can muster up to bring to the closing (never mind the down payment on the next house!) What that all means is we cannot accept any offers below our magic number. It isn't as though we AREN'T motivated to sell this place, it's that Wells Fargo isn't letting us walk away without getting their cash. We aren't willing to ruin our credit with a short sale, so we are still stuck between a rock and a hard place. Since we do have a hard bottom when it comes to what we can and cannot accept, we literally don't know if we will be able to sell. Looking for our next place is kind of hard to do when you really have no idea if or when you would be able to buy it.
Keeping Baby Girl in the dark has been hard too. I don't want her too confused - she's only 4 and she doesn't need to know details yet, especially when so much is still up in the air. She knows that something is going on though so I don't know how long I can keep it from her. She's becoming very attached to her toys these days, probably because they keep disappearing and reappearing every time the realtor comes over to take pictures or there's an open house.
This would be so much easier if we hadn't bought at the height of the market! Ah well, lesson learned.
Between cleaning out our place and the Cold of Death that I'm still fighting off, I hadn't run at all since the half marathon until today. I forced myself to run a 5K and it was slow and painful. I swear it's one step forward and two steps back with this running. I know I can be better with regular practice and a much healthier diet, but I seem to lack to motivation to get there.
TL:DR - house for sale, haven't run in awhile.
We're sort of in limbo right now. We can only buy a new place if we sell the current one, and we have to sell this one for a specific amount of money. We are still very much underwater and there is a limit to how much cash we can muster up to bring to the closing (never mind the down payment on the next house!) What that all means is we cannot accept any offers below our magic number. It isn't as though we AREN'T motivated to sell this place, it's that Wells Fargo isn't letting us walk away without getting their cash. We aren't willing to ruin our credit with a short sale, so we are still stuck between a rock and a hard place. Since we do have a hard bottom when it comes to what we can and cannot accept, we literally don't know if we will be able to sell. Looking for our next place is kind of hard to do when you really have no idea if or when you would be able to buy it.
Keeping Baby Girl in the dark has been hard too. I don't want her too confused - she's only 4 and she doesn't need to know details yet, especially when so much is still up in the air. She knows that something is going on though so I don't know how long I can keep it from her. She's becoming very attached to her toys these days, probably because they keep disappearing and reappearing every time the realtor comes over to take pictures or there's an open house.
This would be so much easier if we hadn't bought at the height of the market! Ah well, lesson learned.
Between cleaning out our place and the Cold of Death that I'm still fighting off, I hadn't run at all since the half marathon until today. I forced myself to run a 5K and it was slow and painful. I swear it's one step forward and two steps back with this running. I know I can be better with regular practice and a much healthier diet, but I seem to lack to motivation to get there.
TL:DR - house for sale, haven't run in awhile.
Friday, October 04, 2013
it's not too late... yet
The Little Guy isn't speaking yet and his pediatrician had some concerns so we're getting him evaluated to see if he needs some speech therapy. The lady who came to do our intake visit said we really should be signing with him. Parenting FAIL right there, since Baby Girl rocked out the signs at a very early age. I guess that's the difference between paying the equivalent of a second mortgage to awesome daycare providers and trying to do it yourself!
Anyway, we remember what the signs are for "food" "eat" "milk" and "all done" are, so that's what we're working on. I'm repeating the words and doing the signs over and over again in front of the Little Guy and he is giving me the strangest looks. He isn't even laughing at it, doesn't think it's a game, he just seems to think I am the biggest fool to walk the earth. He may have a point there, I do look like an idiot signing "milk" over and over again - play the video to see why:
Oh, the things we do for our children.
He has his assessment on the 29th to see if he qualifies for EI. He needs to have about a 30% delay to qualify, but at his intake they seemed to think he would definitely qualify. What a ride to get this kid to talk, I'm sure in a few years he won't shut up!!
Anyway, we remember what the signs are for "food" "eat" "milk" and "all done" are, so that's what we're working on. I'm repeating the words and doing the signs over and over again in front of the Little Guy and he is giving me the strangest looks. He isn't even laughing at it, doesn't think it's a game, he just seems to think I am the biggest fool to walk the earth. He may have a point there, I do look like an idiot signing "milk" over and over again - play the video to see why:
He has his assessment on the 29th to see if he qualifies for EI. He needs to have about a 30% delay to qualify, but at his intake they seemed to think he would definitely qualify. What a ride to get this kid to talk, I'm sure in a few years he won't shut up!!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Switching gears, yesterday I decided to make use of our Y membership and go run on the treadmill. I'd pack a bag, drop the kids off at childwatch, have a nice leisurely workout time, collect my kids and be off!
HA!
It takes 25 minutes for us to get to the Y in traffic (no, we don't go to the Y in the next town over, why would we do something like that?) and 10 minutes into our trip I realized I had forgotten my phone. That meant no tracking my miles on my Nike + app, no music to listen to on my run, no method of telling Andrew just how much I hate treadmills... nothing. I was too far away to turn around so I decided to do what I could and bang out 3 miles anyway. First crisis averted... kind of.
We got to the Y, I check the kids into childwatch and go on my merry way. At least something would work out for me!
Got on my dreadmill. Tried to run. Crippled by pain in my left calf. Tried to run through the pain. Almost fell off the treadmill it hurt so badly. Get off treadmill after 20 minutes and limped over to the foam rollers to try to roll out my muscle.
There the SAHM brigade (what's that? I'm a SAHM? Yes, but you know what I mean. The perfectly tiny and blond ones who have older kids who are in school every day and have hours upon hours to themselves. I don't like them) glared at me. I was using one of THEIR mats to do something like USE A FOAM ROLLER ON A MUSCLE!! Those mats are strictly for tiny blonds to work on their abs, making sure they don't actually work up a sweat. Sorry ladies, I don't have the cash for a tummy tuck so my flabby midsection is just going to sweat all over your stupid mats.
Anyway.... at that point I just gave up. I still had awhile before I had to pick up the kids so I planned on getting changed and sitting in the lobby and playing with my phone until I was forced to retrieve my children. But I was just getting my stuff out of my locker when someone walked into the locker room saying "Is the Little Guy's mother in here?? Little Guy's mother???"
OH EEEEFFFFFFFFF
Yeah, he had been having a meltdown for 20 minutes. They tried to calm him down, but at this point it was time for him to leave.
So I forgot my phone, only ran for 20 minutes before I had to give it up, got nasty looks for using workout equipment, and then my kid was kicked out of childcare.
What a FABULOUS DAY!!!!
Tomorrow my plan is to make sure the Little Guy is well fed, Tylenoled up (he's teething, don't judge) , well rested and try again. But I'll just be sitting on my bum watching Baby Girl in her gymnastics lesson. That's going to be 45 minutes to myself so the entire world better cooperate!
Monday, September 09, 2013
back to the grind!
Baby Girl started her last year of pre-school today. Unlike last year when I almost cried when dropping her off, this year was just another day. My Little Guy was hell bent on destroying her classroom so I really just wanted to get out of there and go food shopping. She was fine, gave me a big hug, and off I went.
So much more attitude in the 2013 pictures!
Things are not progressing too well on the half marathon training front. Yesterday I was supposed to do 10 miles and I did 9.75 miles.... not too bad, but I was hoping to be a little stronger with the mileage by now. I really don't think there's any way I can finish in 2 hours and 30 minutes at this point. But I will finish and get my lobster roll and beer!! On a side note, my heart rate monitor chest strap is digging into my sides and rubbing the skin raw. I tried to tape up my sides so it wouldn't irritate the skin, but that didn't work. I'm going to be bummed if I can't wear it next weekend when I do my 11 mile run, I LOVE seeing my calorie count go up and up and up... I burned 1400 calories this week! That's double what I eat in a day! Of course eating those calories back in the form of fried mozzarella and subs doesn't really lend itself to healthy eating and losing weight, but damn did it taste good. Food always tastes better after a run!
I go back and forth on coughing up the money on Shakeology... what say you healthy people? Waste of money or no?
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
trouble
My Little Guy has a knack of getting into trouble at every turn. I was sitting at the dining room table in my parent's house signing up Baby Girl for her swimming and gymnastics lessons and suddenly there was quiet, and we all know that's NEVER a good thing. I got up and went into the hallway and saw this:
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Yeah. Um, apparently he can stand. And reach doorknobs. And knows how to turn them. He's trying to free the cat from the cellar, where we have to put the cat for his own protection. The Little Guy likes to chase him.
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Yeah. Um, apparently he can stand. And reach doorknobs. And knows how to turn them. He's trying to free the cat from the cellar, where we have to put the cat for his own protection. The Little Guy likes to chase him.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Dr. Jeckyll and Baby Girl
OMG
OH EM GEE
My kid is crazy. This summer has been action packed. My kids never stop moving from the time they wake up until the time we all admit defeat and throw them in bed (literally in my Little Guy's case, I'm too short to put him all the way down into the pack and play), and it takes a toll on them.... well, on my Baby Girl. Girlfriend gets tired and cranky. Tonight my mother and I had to drive about 45 minutes away (in traffic) to pick up my father's power washer. You know, the one that's been broken for 2 years but suddenly it HAD TO BE PICKED UP TODAY. We put the kids in the car around 4:20 and headed out.
Baby Girl was dead asleep in about 10 minutes and she slept for a solid hour before we woke her up to get dinner at Panera.
In retrospect, that may have been one of the worst ideas in the history of the world. Eve eating the apple, letting rats run rampant during the Plague, Baby Girl being woken up from a nap. It's clearly in the top three. She whined and cried for TWO SOLID HOURS. That's right, more than double her naptime.
She wanted chocolate milk. She has never had chocolate milk and I knew she'd dislike it so I told her as much. She threw a fit and I let her get it. Guess who threw a fit because she doesn't like chocolate milk?
She wanted grilled cheese. I told her she was splitting it with her brother. She threw a fit because I gave half her sandwhich to the Little Guy. Guess who didn't eat a SINGLE BITE OF GRILLED CHEESE?
She wanted to be carried. She didn't want to be carried. She couldn't walk because her legs hurt. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to sit.
She wanted a cookie. She refused to pick out a cookie. I picked out a cookie and she didn't want it. She didn't want to share the cookie. She wanted to eat the whole cookie and then she didn't want any of the cookie. She didn't want her brother to eat it. She wanted me to eat even less than her brother ate.
I wanted to leave her at Panera.
OH EM GEE
My kid is crazy. This summer has been action packed. My kids never stop moving from the time they wake up until the time we all admit defeat and throw them in bed (literally in my Little Guy's case, I'm too short to put him all the way down into the pack and play), and it takes a toll on them.... well, on my Baby Girl. Girlfriend gets tired and cranky. Tonight my mother and I had to drive about 45 minutes away (in traffic) to pick up my father's power washer. You know, the one that's been broken for 2 years but suddenly it HAD TO BE PICKED UP TODAY. We put the kids in the car around 4:20 and headed out.
Baby Girl was dead asleep in about 10 minutes and she slept for a solid hour before we woke her up to get dinner at Panera.
In retrospect, that may have been one of the worst ideas in the history of the world. Eve eating the apple, letting rats run rampant during the Plague, Baby Girl being woken up from a nap. It's clearly in the top three. She whined and cried for TWO SOLID HOURS. That's right, more than double her naptime.
She wanted chocolate milk. She has never had chocolate milk and I knew she'd dislike it so I told her as much. She threw a fit and I let her get it. Guess who threw a fit because she doesn't like chocolate milk?
She wanted grilled cheese. I told her she was splitting it with her brother. She threw a fit because I gave half her sandwhich to the Little Guy. Guess who didn't eat a SINGLE BITE OF GRILLED CHEESE?
She wanted to be carried. She didn't want to be carried. She couldn't walk because her legs hurt. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to sit.
She wanted a cookie. She refused to pick out a cookie. I picked out a cookie and she didn't want it. She didn't want to share the cookie. She wanted to eat the whole cookie and then she didn't want any of the cookie. She didn't want her brother to eat it. She wanted me to eat even less than her brother ate.
I wanted to leave her at Panera.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Story Land
This is going to be a recap of our trip for reference purposes... so I can look back in a few years when we go again (why do people go every year?) and maybe help out some other first timers. Your regularly scheduled snarky self depreciating rants will be back shortly.
As you can see, we took the kids to Story Land this week. My parents claimed they took me there once when I was extremely small, but I have no memory of it. Andrew doesn't have any memory of going either, so essentially this was all of our first time.
(by the way, who knew you could drive 3.5 hours north of Boston and NOT be in Canada? You learn new things every day (before the hate mail starts, yes, I know that you can drive 3.5 hours north of Boston and not be in Canada, I was employing sarcasm (embedded parenthesis are cool)))
We stayed at the only Marriott in North Conway. I KNOW! Just one Marriott from which to choose! The horrors! Residence Inn North Conway. We had actually never stayed at a Residence Inn before and I was quite impressed. It's not cheap at $170 per night for a King/Queen Family Suite. Oh - and the "King" sized bed was two twins pushed together. While, yes, technically that's King SIZED, two mattress does not a King bed make. I was kind of annoyed by that but not enough to do anything about it.
We loved having the kitchenette, and we were able to eat lunch and dinner back in our hotel - that's pretty key when you have two overtired babies that you've dragged all over New England. There's no way we could have managed to get all 4 of us out to dinner and back in one piece so having a place where we could eat dinner and have our own food was key. We actually got pizza from Good Times which is a few doors down from the hotel and we picked up some other odds and ends at Hannafords. I can't emphasize enough how much better that made our night.
The Little Guy is still in a crib (OBVI, he's not even 1 yet) so we had a portable crib from the hotel and set it up in the little area next to the "bar" in the kitchen and the door. We were able keep him somewhat separated from us so he could go down at 7. Baby Girl went down at 8 in the Queen sized bed and we had the kitchen/sitting area/King bed to ourselves. Granted we had to be super quiet to keep them both asleep, but since the Bruins were on anyway we both were watching things on our iPads and keeping quiet wasn't so hard. The hotel also had an indoor pool which the kids loved (again OBVI. What kid doesn't like a hotel pool?), free breakfast in the morning, and there was a wine and beer tasting the day we were there.
Storyland itself... wow. Time to update. But it really is great for kids, so it's hard to complain too much. We made a few rookie mistakes and the weather was horrendous, so it wasn't as smooth as we would have liked. Now we know better!
We did the last three hours are free deal. Because it closes at 5:00 in June we could get in at 2 and come back the next day for free. We thought two and a quarter days would be the perfect amount for an almost 4 year old and we were right.
It started raining on our way over there on Monday and it didn't stop until we left the park. At one point there was thunder and lightening and some of the rides had to close. That was the point that we called it and left. We got about 1 hour and 45 minutes in the park on Monday, but we would have been miserable if we had stayed.
We went back on Tuesday and had a pretty uneventful morning if you don't count the rain. We dropped some cash on overpriced ponchos and sucked it up. The good thing about the rain was there were NO lines for anything. The bad thing was.... well, it was raining.
After lunch is when things started going not so well. First of all, the food in the park was HORRENDOUS, and that says a lot coming from me. I like crappy food. I loved the food I got when I was in the hospital after having my babies. I usually don't know what people are talking about when they complain about food in places like amusement parks, but this food was simply the worst I have ever had.
After eating the awful food, we made our way up to a very spinny ride called the Spinning Turtles or the Twisting Turtles or something Turtles. It was too much for Andrew and Baby Girl. They were the only ones on the ride which was lucky because they had to stop it early. They were both sick for a long time after that and Baby Girl was hesitant to go on any other rides because of it. At the very end of the day, the sun was peeking out and I really wanted to go on the log flume... Baby Girl said she wanted to as well so I went on with her and she didn't really like it. I think I pushed her too much. She wasn't scared of it, and I think if we hadn't had the Turtle experience she would have LOVED it, but she was too scared of rides she hadn't been on. I should have skipped it - I only pushed it because I really wanted to go on it!
As for my Little Guy, he was a champ. He basically spent the whole time in his stroller except when we went on the Antique Cars, Tractor Ride, Safari, and randomly he was allowed on the Ferris Wheel too (granted this is a child sized Ferris Wheel!). I think because there was so much stimulation for him, he was fine.
We brought our Sit n' Stand and it was perfect. She didn't always need to ride but when she did I was glad to have a seat for her. She did a ton of walking and sometimes she just needed a rest.
All in all it was a fun 30 hours. I'm glad we did it and my Baby Girl had fun! We know some things for next time to make it even easier!
As you can see, we took the kids to Story Land this week. My parents claimed they took me there once when I was extremely small, but I have no memory of it. Andrew doesn't have any memory of going either, so essentially this was all of our first time.
(by the way, who knew you could drive 3.5 hours north of Boston and NOT be in Canada? You learn new things every day (before the hate mail starts, yes, I know that you can drive 3.5 hours north of Boston and not be in Canada, I was employing sarcasm (embedded parenthesis are cool)))
We stayed at the only Marriott in North Conway. I KNOW! Just one Marriott from which to choose! The horrors! Residence Inn North Conway. We had actually never stayed at a Residence Inn before and I was quite impressed. It's not cheap at $170 per night for a King/Queen Family Suite. Oh - and the "King" sized bed was two twins pushed together. While, yes, technically that's King SIZED, two mattress does not a King bed make. I was kind of annoyed by that but not enough to do anything about it.
The Little Guy is still in a crib (OBVI, he's not even 1 yet) so we had a portable crib from the hotel and set it up in the little area next to the "bar" in the kitchen and the door. We were able keep him somewhat separated from us so he could go down at 7. Baby Girl went down at 8 in the Queen sized bed and we had the kitchen/sitting area/King bed to ourselves. Granted we had to be super quiet to keep them both asleep, but since the Bruins were on anyway we both were watching things on our iPads and keeping quiet wasn't so hard. The hotel also had an indoor pool which the kids loved (again OBVI. What kid doesn't like a hotel pool?), free breakfast in the morning, and there was a wine and beer tasting the day we were there.
Storyland itself... wow. Time to update. But it really is great for kids, so it's hard to complain too much. We made a few rookie mistakes and the weather was horrendous, so it wasn't as smooth as we would have liked. Now we know better!
We did the last three hours are free deal. Because it closes at 5:00 in June we could get in at 2 and come back the next day for free. We thought two and a quarter days would be the perfect amount for an almost 4 year old and we were right.
It started raining on our way over there on Monday and it didn't stop until we left the park. At one point there was thunder and lightening and some of the rides had to close. That was the point that we called it and left. We got about 1 hour and 45 minutes in the park on Monday, but we would have been miserable if we had stayed.
We went back on Tuesday and had a pretty uneventful morning if you don't count the rain. We dropped some cash on overpriced ponchos and sucked it up. The good thing about the rain was there were NO lines for anything. The bad thing was.... well, it was raining.
After lunch is when things started going not so well. First of all, the food in the park was HORRENDOUS, and that says a lot coming from me. I like crappy food. I loved the food I got when I was in the hospital after having my babies. I usually don't know what people are talking about when they complain about food in places like amusement parks, but this food was simply the worst I have ever had.
After eating the awful food, we made our way up to a very spinny ride called the Spinning Turtles or the Twisting Turtles or something Turtles. It was too much for Andrew and Baby Girl. They were the only ones on the ride which was lucky because they had to stop it early. They were both sick for a long time after that and Baby Girl was hesitant to go on any other rides because of it. At the very end of the day, the sun was peeking out and I really wanted to go on the log flume... Baby Girl said she wanted to as well so I went on with her and she didn't really like it. I think I pushed her too much. She wasn't scared of it, and I think if we hadn't had the Turtle experience she would have LOVED it, but she was too scared of rides she hadn't been on. I should have skipped it - I only pushed it because I really wanted to go on it!
As for my Little Guy, he was a champ. He basically spent the whole time in his stroller except when we went on the Antique Cars, Tractor Ride, Safari, and randomly he was allowed on the Ferris Wheel too (granted this is a child sized Ferris Wheel!). I think because there was so much stimulation for him, he was fine.
We brought our Sit n' Stand and it was perfect. She didn't always need to ride but when she did I was glad to have a seat for her. She did a ton of walking and sometimes she just needed a rest.
All in all it was a fun 30 hours. I'm glad we did it and my Baby Girl had fun! We know some things for next time to make it even easier!
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
sleep
At 10+ months, my darling baby boy is still not sleeping through the night. It's been a SUPER FUN 10 months, let me tell you. We may be starting to turn a corner though, he now sleeps from 7pm till about 3am and we let him CIO at 3 (yup, that's right we let him cry it out. Please please please tell me how I'm abandoning my child, setting him up for attachment disorders and possibly brain damage. please). He then sleeps till around 5:30 when he's up for the day. This actually is a significant improvement over the awake and crying every 90 minutes phase that we went through for 79 years months on end.
I don't want to complain.... but.... 5:30am wakeups are NOT COOL. Do you know who gets up at 5:30am? Serial killers, that's who.
Okay, I may have made up that last stat, but it would not shock me if sociopaths became the way they are because they were forced to get up at 5:30 or earlier. It's inhumane. And while I appreciate sleeping uninterrupted from 11ish when I go to bed till 3am, I'm honestly not sure it's worth the 5:30 wake up. And that boy is ready to party at 5:30. He is my least favorite son at that time. He's also my least favorite son right now as he plays with toys at my feet. I can smell his poopy pants from here...
ew.
I don't want to complain.... but.... 5:30am wakeups are NOT COOL. Do you know who gets up at 5:30am? Serial killers, that's who.
Okay, I may have made up that last stat, but it would not shock me if sociopaths became the way they are because they were forced to get up at 5:30 or earlier. It's inhumane. And while I appreciate sleeping uninterrupted from 11ish when I go to bed till 3am, I'm honestly not sure it's worth the 5:30 wake up. And that boy is ready to party at 5:30. He is my least favorite son at that time. He's also my least favorite son right now as he plays with toys at my feet. I can smell his poopy pants from here...
ew.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
what a morning
There was no school on Monday and yesterday we didn't go to our normal Tuesday Playgroup and both days my little man took a 3 hour nap in the morning. I feel so badly for him - he never gets to actually nap since both of our lives revolve around getting his sister to her various destinations and keeping her happy. By the time I got home from dropping Baby Girl off at preschool and got an oil change it was just before 10am. Fab. He was already asleep and if I was able to transfer him successfully he could get a 2.5 hour nap in before we had to go retrieve the girl.
Except he had poop up to his neck. So a diaper change was in order.
Yay.
Guess who cried and fussed and didn't fall asleep until 11:30? Right.
So he'll get an hour nap before I have to wake him up to get the girl from school.
Aside from my oil change (which was desperately needed since my car actually yells at me when I need one. Vaguely threatening messages pop up when I turn the car on and they have been getting meaner. The last one said "OIL CHANGE REQUIRED IMMEDIATELY") I haven't gotten anything accomplished since I was bouncing a little boy on my knee for an hour and a half.
And Andrew wonders why I am so frazzled at the end of the day...
Except he had poop up to his neck. So a diaper change was in order.
Yay.
Guess who cried and fussed and didn't fall asleep until 11:30? Right.
So he'll get an hour nap before I have to wake him up to get the girl from school.
Aside from my oil change (which was desperately needed since my car actually yells at me when I need one. Vaguely threatening messages pop up when I turn the car on and they have been getting meaner. The last one said "OIL CHANGE REQUIRED IMMEDIATELY") I haven't gotten anything accomplished since I was bouncing a little boy on my knee for an hour and a half.
And Andrew wonders why I am so frazzled at the end of the day...
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
I had to pick up Baby Girl from school yesterday - a task which is normally Andrew's responsibility. Because this is not Baby Girl's normal schedule, and girlfriend hates deviating from her normal schedule I was harassed the entire way out of the building.
"Mama, how you pick me up from school?" (she meant 'why' instead of 'how'. For reasons unbeknownst to us, she has confused the two words)
"Where's Daddy?"
"How he has to work late?"
"Can Daddy meet us at home after he goes shopping?" (she refused to accept the fact that he was working late and insisted that he was shopping)
By the time I got her into the car and buckled up, I was already sick of the questions. She didn't like any of the answers I was giving her anyway, so I told her we would listen to some music. She would have none of it and kept up the interrogation. Except after she stopped questioning me on Andrew's whereabouts, she moved on to some things I had no idea how to answer. Well, I know the answer, but no clue how to explain it to a two year old.
"Mama, it's almost dark out."
"well, we still have a few hours of daytime"
this answer earns me a gigantic sigh, as though I clearly do not understand when the sun sets
"Mama, where does the dark go?"
"Um.... well.... it goes to the other side of the world"
"The other side of the world?"
"Yes, when we have sun, they have dark"
insert massive eye roll here, since I'm obviously the dumbest person in the world. She's not buying the other side of the world answer.
"Mama, what happens to the trees when it's dark time?"
"Nothing sweetie, the trees stay where they are at night"
she glared at me for this one. Apparently the trees move around at night and I'm supposed to know this?
"Oh. Mama, what happens to the trees when it rains?"
"They drink the rain"
"But Mama, how do they drink their milk?"
"trees don't drink milk, only little girls drink milk"
"Mama, that's SO SILLY!"
again with the massive eye roll
Yes, it's quite silly that trees don't drink milk. Also, I don't think I'm sad that I don't pick up from school every day. I think I would go insane if I was reminded how stupid I am every day on the ride home. Andrew claims that they don't have those types of conversations on the way home. I guess I'm just lucky!
I'm not sad that the Little Guy won't be able to talk for a few years....
"Mama, how you pick me up from school?" (she meant 'why' instead of 'how'. For reasons unbeknownst to us, she has confused the two words)
"Where's Daddy?"
"How he has to work late?"
"Can Daddy meet us at home after he goes shopping?" (she refused to accept the fact that he was working late and insisted that he was shopping)
By the time I got her into the car and buckled up, I was already sick of the questions. She didn't like any of the answers I was giving her anyway, so I told her we would listen to some music. She would have none of it and kept up the interrogation. Except after she stopped questioning me on Andrew's whereabouts, she moved on to some things I had no idea how to answer. Well, I know the answer, but no clue how to explain it to a two year old.
"Mama, it's almost dark out."
"well, we still have a few hours of daytime"
this answer earns me a gigantic sigh, as though I clearly do not understand when the sun sets
"Mama, where does the dark go?"
"Um.... well.... it goes to the other side of the world"
"The other side of the world?"
"Yes, when we have sun, they have dark"
insert massive eye roll here, since I'm obviously the dumbest person in the world. She's not buying the other side of the world answer.
"Mama, what happens to the trees when it's dark time?"
"Nothing sweetie, the trees stay where they are at night"
she glared at me for this one. Apparently the trees move around at night and I'm supposed to know this?
"Oh. Mama, what happens to the trees when it rains?"
"They drink the rain"
"But Mama, how do they drink their milk?"
"trees don't drink milk, only little girls drink milk"
"Mama, that's SO SILLY!"
again with the massive eye roll
Yes, it's quite silly that trees don't drink milk. Also, I don't think I'm sad that I don't pick up from school every day. I think I would go insane if I was reminded how stupid I am every day on the ride home. Andrew claims that they don't have those types of conversations on the way home. I guess I'm just lucky!
I'm not sad that the Little Guy won't be able to talk for a few years....
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
new hotness
This post is brought to you from my new shiny laptop! I woke it up from hibernating, downloaded firefox, rebooted, bookmarked a few of my favorite websites, and opened a new post in my blog in a total of 10 minutes. I would still be waiting for the old laptop to wake up!
I am slowly introducing the concept of money to Baby Girl. She has a small piggy bank that she puts her coins in, and I've told her that when she fills it up we can empty it and use the money inside to buy a new toy. I'm sure I'll have to contribute to this toy with my own money since a small piggy bank filled with coins should yield about 37 cents. So we've started the concept of saving money and the idea that things at the store are not free, you actually have to pay for them. I understand that these ideas are well beyond what her mind can grasp right now, but I am determined to raise my children to understand money and not be the kids that incur $20K of credit card debt as soon as they can control their own finances. I will totally be that mother who makes her kid put half of her $28 paycheck in the bank (yes, my mother always made me put half my paychecks in the bank, even when I made $7.50/hour for 2 hours a week teaching figure skating).
Yesterday Baby Girl saw this on the cover of the One Step Ahead flier:
It's their Typhoon Twist, which is an inflatable pool with a water slide that you reach by the climbing up the rock wall. What is not to love about this item?? Oh, right the $500 price tag. Not to mention we have no where to put it, but I'd be lobbying my father to keep it down the cape if it wasn't $500. Baby Girl really wants this pool. I explained to her we can't get it because it's too expensive. We had a 10 minute conversation about the fact that $500 is too much money to spend on an inflatable pool, even one as cool as the Typhoon Twist. I don't think she understands what it means that it's too expensive, but now she knows we aren't buying it because it's too much money.
I can't imagine that all conversations like this will go as smoothly as this one, but at least we've started. If I can get her through college without credit card debt, without blowing through any savings she will accumulate, and embrace the idea of paying herself first I will consider it a victory. That gives me 18 more years to hammer these lessons home!
I am slowly introducing the concept of money to Baby Girl. She has a small piggy bank that she puts her coins in, and I've told her that when she fills it up we can empty it and use the money inside to buy a new toy. I'm sure I'll have to contribute to this toy with my own money since a small piggy bank filled with coins should yield about 37 cents. So we've started the concept of saving money and the idea that things at the store are not free, you actually have to pay for them. I understand that these ideas are well beyond what her mind can grasp right now, but I am determined to raise my children to understand money and not be the kids that incur $20K of credit card debt as soon as they can control their own finances. I will totally be that mother who makes her kid put half of her $28 paycheck in the bank (yes, my mother always made me put half my paychecks in the bank, even when I made $7.50/hour for 2 hours a week teaching figure skating).
Yesterday Baby Girl saw this on the cover of the One Step Ahead flier:
It's their Typhoon Twist, which is an inflatable pool with a water slide that you reach by the climbing up the rock wall. What is not to love about this item?? Oh, right the $500 price tag. Not to mention we have no where to put it, but I'd be lobbying my father to keep it down the cape if it wasn't $500. Baby Girl really wants this pool. I explained to her we can't get it because it's too expensive. We had a 10 minute conversation about the fact that $500 is too much money to spend on an inflatable pool, even one as cool as the Typhoon Twist. I don't think she understands what it means that it's too expensive, but now she knows we aren't buying it because it's too much money.
I can't imagine that all conversations like this will go as smoothly as this one, but at least we've started. If I can get her through college without credit card debt, without blowing through any savings she will accumulate, and embrace the idea of paying herself first I will consider it a victory. That gives me 18 more years to hammer these lessons home!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
cold
As a result of some less than stellar behavior this morning, Baby Girl lost TV privileges for the rest of the day. That's really more of a punishment for her parents than it is for her, but we are quickly running out of effective punishments for her. So no TV it is.
Which means when she woke up from her nap, we were looking at almost 5 hours of entertaining a 2.5 year old. Shoot me. I made the executive decision to go for a family walk. Baby Girl requested this walk involve the park, but it was 40 degrees out which is NOT swinging weather. We dressed up for a jaunty walk through the arctic and out we went. It was cold, but it felt so good to be outside - and in a few short weeks (6? 7?) it will be warm enough to actually be outside without snowsuits! I'm so excited for spring! Too bad it's still January, but it's coming. I can feel it. Those daffodils and crocuses are just itching to poke through the frozen tundra!
And no, we didn't give in on the TV. Aside from asking for it once, I don't think Baby Girl realized she was being punished. Time Outs don't work anymore (she actually requests them now) and I can't think of anything else that is age appropriate. Teaching a toddler appropriate behavior is proving to be an impossible task. At least we haven't experienced a toddler sized public temper tantrum yet!
Which means when she woke up from her nap, we were looking at almost 5 hours of entertaining a 2.5 year old. Shoot me. I made the executive decision to go for a family walk. Baby Girl requested this walk involve the park, but it was 40 degrees out which is NOT swinging weather. We dressed up for a jaunty walk through the arctic and out we went. It was cold, but it felt so good to be outside - and in a few short weeks (6? 7?) it will be warm enough to actually be outside without snowsuits! I'm so excited for spring! Too bad it's still January, but it's coming. I can feel it. Those daffodils and crocuses are just itching to poke through the frozen tundra!
And no, we didn't give in on the TV. Aside from asking for it once, I don't think Baby Girl realized she was being punished. Time Outs don't work anymore (she actually requests them now) and I can't think of anything else that is age appropriate. Teaching a toddler appropriate behavior is proving to be an impossible task. At least we haven't experienced a toddler sized public temper tantrum yet!
Monday, January 23, 2012
2 more weeks
I have an anxiety problem that I learned it from my mother. We both tend to have anxiety over issues that don't need to be given a second thought. I have been known to have anxiety over TV character's problems. I lose sleep all the time over the silliest things. Given all that, I have a VERY hard time watching the playoffs of any sport (if by "any sport" you mean football or hockey. Basketball doesn't exit in my universe and I just can't stand baseball). And now I have 2 weeks to re-live the last Pats/Giants Super Bowl match up. I may not sleep for 14 days. I am so excited my boys are back in the Super Bowl!
In 15 days I find out if Lil Sibling is a Lil Sister or a Lil Brother! Yay! I can decide on a name (HA, like I'm going to tell you) and start buying blue clothes if I need to! I have a very strong boy feeling but I had the same thought when I was pregnant with Baby Girl, so we can see how good I am at that whole mother's intuition thing.
Speaking of Baby Girl - guess who is potty trained! One accident in 11 days! And to be honest, that accident wasn't completely her fault, the bathroom door was closed and she didn't know what to do - apparently asking one of the 6 adults who where around for help didn't cross her mind. Special, that one.
Speaking of Baby Girl - guess who is potty trained! One accident in 11 days! And to be honest, that accident wasn't completely her fault, the bathroom door was closed and she didn't know what to do - apparently asking one of the 6 adults who where around for help didn't cross her mind. Special, that one.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Alphabet soup
We have starting teaching Baby Girl her letters. She knows S, M, and B. As for A... well, the following conversation happens about 6 times a day
Mama (after drawing an A): What's this letter?
Baby Girl: Yes.
Mama: Yes.... what? What letter is this?
Baby Girl. It's a .....
Mama: it's an A!
Baby Girl: it's an A!
2 seconds later:
Mama: What's this letter?
Baby Girl: A 'A'!
Mama: cringing at the improper use of 'a' vs. 'an' - Yes!
2 seconds later:
Mama: What's this letter?
Baby Girl: I don't know!
Seriously, she forgets it in 2 seconds. I know she's still young for her letters, and I understand this is not going to happen quickly, but seriously? We probably point out the letter "A" 10 times a day. She cannot remember it, yet she saw an "O" on our Welcome mat and recognized it instantly - they don't do letters as school yet. So she randomly taught herself what an "O" is, but cannot get the "A" which is pointed out to her eleventy billion times a day? Only my kid. I swear she is doing it on purpose.
In other news, she's potty training. We're all kind of scarred by it. Her favorite trick is to sit on the potty for about 10 minutes and not go and then have an accident 30 seconds after she gets up. My favorite trick is drinking copious amounts of wine to get through it.
HA HA HA JUST KIDDING, DON'T CALL THE AUTHORITIES ON ME! I know I'm pregnant. There is no wine drinking. There is a lot of complaining about the lack of wine though, don't get me wrong.
Also on the Lil Sibling front, I heard the heartbeat today. 4 more weeks until we know if we're welcoming Lil Brother or Lil Sister!
Mama (after drawing an A): What's this letter?
Baby Girl: Yes.
Mama: Yes.... what? What letter is this?
Baby Girl. It's a .....
Mama: it's an A!
Baby Girl: it's an A!
2 seconds later:
Mama: What's this letter?
Baby Girl: A 'A'!
Mama: cringing at the improper use of 'a' vs. 'an' - Yes!
2 seconds later:
Mama: What's this letter?
Baby Girl: I don't know!
Seriously, she forgets it in 2 seconds. I know she's still young for her letters, and I understand this is not going to happen quickly, but seriously? We probably point out the letter "A" 10 times a day. She cannot remember it, yet she saw an "O" on our Welcome mat and recognized it instantly - they don't do letters as school yet. So she randomly taught herself what an "O" is, but cannot get the "A" which is pointed out to her eleventy billion times a day? Only my kid. I swear she is doing it on purpose.
In other news, she's potty training. We're all kind of scarred by it. Her favorite trick is to sit on the potty for about 10 minutes and not go and then have an accident 30 seconds after she gets up. My favorite trick is drinking copious amounts of wine to get through it.
HA HA HA JUST KIDDING, DON'T CALL THE AUTHORITIES ON ME! I know I'm pregnant. There is no wine drinking. There is a lot of complaining about the lack of wine though, don't get me wrong.
Also on the Lil Sibling front, I heard the heartbeat today. 4 more weeks until we know if we're welcoming Lil Brother or Lil Sister!
Monday, December 19, 2011
Tis the Season!
This past weekend did not turn out quite how I was expecting it to be. So when Sunday night rolled around, all I wanted to do was sit on the couch, watch The Christmas Story and zone out (and curse the person who decided pregnant women can't have a glass of wine). That isn't quite what I got.
Baby Girl was not herself yesterday and at 7:00 when I asked her if she wanted to go to bed she said yes. So I put her in the crib and 10 minutes later she was crying. Not her normal "I'm a toddler and I feel like I have to complain when I'm in bed" cry, but an actual "there is something wrong cry". In I go, try to get her to lay down and go to sleep. Fail. So I pick her up, go sit on the couch and ignore the blatant warning signs that are repeatedly thrown in my face.
10 minutes later she's doing her best Regan MacNeil impression. Seriously, I was waiting for her head to start spinning around.
As she was projectile vomiting on me, all I could do was look at Andrew. He looked back at me. I started to gag because I cannot deal with the smell of someone throwing up. Finally he moved and got a towel to mop it all up. When she was doing puking we moved into the bathroom (right, we waited until AFTER she was done throwing up to do that) and cleaned up. I managed to not throw up myself, a feat for which I'm pretty sure I deserve a cash prize.
And then Baby Girl went back to bed and I passed out on the couch.
Happy Sunday night to me!
Baby Girl was not herself yesterday and at 7:00 when I asked her if she wanted to go to bed she said yes. So I put her in the crib and 10 minutes later she was crying. Not her normal "I'm a toddler and I feel like I have to complain when I'm in bed" cry, but an actual "there is something wrong cry". In I go, try to get her to lay down and go to sleep. Fail. So I pick her up, go sit on the couch and ignore the blatant warning signs that are repeatedly thrown in my face.
10 minutes later she's doing her best Regan MacNeil impression. Seriously, I was waiting for her head to start spinning around.
As she was projectile vomiting on me, all I could do was look at Andrew. He looked back at me. I started to gag because I cannot deal with the smell of someone throwing up. Finally he moved and got a towel to mop it all up. When she was doing puking we moved into the bathroom (right, we waited until AFTER she was done throwing up to do that) and cleaned up. I managed to not throw up myself, a feat for which I'm pretty sure I deserve a cash prize.
And then Baby Girl went back to bed and I passed out on the couch.
Happy Sunday night to me!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
How to suceed in parenting without really trying
My kid doesn't eat pasta. I know, I know - she's wierd. I've never encountered a toddler who won't eat pasta. She doesn't eat rice either, and she's only lukewarm on potatoes. I'm not 100% convinced she's mine.
One of the last times we had pasta (because, yes, I still make pasta at least twice a week, and no, I really don't care that she doesn't like it) she told me she only would eat the "clean" ones. Read: the ones that don't have sauce on them. Tonight I thought I'd outsmart her - no sauce on the pasta! A smidgen of oil and some cheese. Voila! Clean pasta! Surely she would eat that!
I played it up, made pasta seem like the most exciting thing in the world. I actually had the words "yay! I LOVE pasta!" come out of her mouth. I WOULD BE VICTORIOUS! The child would eat dinner!
It was only marginally successful. I had to resort to bribery in addition to clean pasta. I would only give her meatballs if she ate a certain amount of pasta and I did have to bribe her with hershey kisses from her Advent calendar (which little did she know she was getting anyway). But I'd say she ate at least 3 or 4 pieces of pasta. That's better than 0!
She and I are going to have to come to some sort of agreement. I'm not going to stop making pasta, and she needs to eat her dinner. I have a feeling this could go on for the next 16 years.
One of the last times we had pasta (because, yes, I still make pasta at least twice a week, and no, I really don't care that she doesn't like it) she told me she only would eat the "clean" ones. Read: the ones that don't have sauce on them. Tonight I thought I'd outsmart her - no sauce on the pasta! A smidgen of oil and some cheese. Voila! Clean pasta! Surely she would eat that!
I played it up, made pasta seem like the most exciting thing in the world. I actually had the words "yay! I LOVE pasta!" come out of her mouth. I WOULD BE VICTORIOUS! The child would eat dinner!
It was only marginally successful. I had to resort to bribery in addition to clean pasta. I would only give her meatballs if she ate a certain amount of pasta and I did have to bribe her with hershey kisses from her Advent calendar (which little did she know she was getting anyway). But I'd say she ate at least 3 or 4 pieces of pasta. That's better than 0!
She and I are going to have to come to some sort of agreement. I'm not going to stop making pasta, and she needs to eat her dinner. I have a feeling this could go on for the next 16 years.
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