Holy Moly! Momma Needs To Blog!

I can't believe it's been so long since I blogged!

First, let's catch up!

We got a bit of a surprise a few weeks ago. e3 is on the way! Okay, well, I wasn't really surprise. The constant state of nausea & weird-ass dreams kinda gave me a heads up before I actually peed on the stick. Anyway, we're all really excited about the pregnancy & upcoming arrival!

What else? Oh, I started sewing again. Now that I'm not on my crazy head meds, I'm not nearly as scared that I'll sew my finger. Hey, that stuff really screws with a person. It's not called Dope-a-max for nothin'! I'm making pillowcase dresses, mostly for Evie, but occasionally I guess I could do a special request. I'm also about to start sewing diapers for e3!

Emmit is still up to his antics. He is perhaps the funniest child I've ever been around. He says that when he's 5, he'll be all "growed up". And his favorite thing to say seems to be "I'm growing up too too fast." You know, when he's 5, he's going to be able to play with his wooden train track (which some mean witch took because she was tired of putting the damn thing back together for him), sleep on the top bunk, drive a car, use the screwdriver, and, the latest, dig a whole in the ground to see if he can find water!

We banned a certain, previously loved cartoon in this house. You know...the one about the yellow talking, porous, cleaning device. Yeah...that one.

Today, Emmit found a toothbrush holder made out of material with said cartoon freak on it, and said "Yeah...we don't watch this anymore. Momma do you like Spongebob?". I replied that I didn't not like him and that's why we don't watch it anymore. Then he says, "Oh, so you like Pacrick (Patrick)". I said, "No, I do not like Patrick either." And then he says, "Well, what about Plankton or Sandy?" I said, "Nope...don't like Plankton or Sandy either" to which he replies, "BUT MOM! SANDY IS A SQUIRREL!" Oh, yeah...like that makes all the difference!

Evie has been moved from her crib (a.k.a. "bebe bed") into the toddler bed. Last week, I had set the toddler bed back up in her room, and we made it up with her new bedding. She decided that she liked to sit on it, but not lay in it. So, at naptime, into the crib she went. Well, when I went to get her out, she said, "Momma, I stuck." Stuck was an understatement.

That fat little leg was WEDGED so tightly, it wasn't moving! I immediately sent Emmit for lotion to try to grease her out of there, but it only made her leg move up and down. Great, except it needed to move OUT! So, after a few semi-panicked phone calls, light dawned on marble head...make her turn to the side, moron!

So, I got her to lay down on her side, which, in turn, made her leg turn a bit. A quick tug (and a few tears) and her leg was free. Well, free of the crib, but not free of two gigantic red marks!

After that, going back in the crib wasn't exactly what she wanted to do. She chooses the "big girl bed" now!