Sunday, February 10, 2013

2 out of 3 Ain't Bad?

Bob's driving the minivan with the whole family and passes a parked Dodge Omni. He tells me that is his old car. This happens more often than you'd think- the boy has went through a few cars in his day. I can't remember the last time he went to the doctor, but I can think of 5 cars he's owned just since Piper was born. I ask if he just recognized it, has talked to the owner, or what. I even have the audacity to ask where we were living when he sold it. He seriously acts incredulous that I can't remember which of the 3 cities in 6 years we were in when this car (one of a series of 3 pale blue cars he drove) left our life. My response- tell me all the girls' birthdates. He got 2 of the 3.

Friday, January 25, 2013

BaBa ba-bye!

I just freed up some time in my arduous schedule... No more washing bottles or diapers! I mean I'm still washing urine soaked clothes on occasion because the shiny newness of potty training has already disappeared, which makes sitting on a potty less fun. The bigger change - the one that whispers you don't have any babies anymore - is Piper is off the bottle. I had been waiting for her bottle to just no longer function (there's been a hole in this last nipple for months) so I don't have to be the bad guy. But, just like her sisters, she was a bit bottle obsessed. Her drinking habit had her leaking through night diapers & wool covers onto full sized sheets, and I had to say enough. My these-ugly-scarred-boobs-that-don't-let-me-breastfeed guilt would get the best of me & I would put off yanking the bottle. Usually, I would only commit to one change at a time (and our address & family size have changed 3 times in like 4 years). So with Piper's potty training & traveling in November, this bottle taking has been pushed back a couple months. It's pretty similar timing for when I weaned Macy. Claire was an embarrassing 2 1/2+ when I finally pried the bottle from her sweet little paws. Not that new mothers are clamoring for my advice, but it is a bit worse when your child says to you(last night), "no water. bottle milk." I had told myself I had to do this sooner this time around. I didn't. But it really feels like I have kids, not babies. Sniff. I'm going have to go back to work one of these years. Ugh.