"blow me mom"...

Maggie had a bad diaper rash a couple months ago. You know the kind, raw and produces a hyperventilation type reaction from her. Well after I put medicine on it and she still was crying without breathing I blew on it to cool it down. It helped. Now, she says "blow" after begging for medicine when we change her diaper. Clearly she is a little weird. Friday while changing her, she said "blow me mom". Really, did my 21 month old just say blow me? I can't wait until she is being changed by the sitter/Grandpa/Grandma/anyone other then myself or her dad and have her say "blow me"!!! Seriously...

A shopping cart kicked my ass today....

Actually, 2 shopping carts kicked my ass. I have been in dire need to go grocery shopping. I despise grocery shopping with my youngest daughter. So, logically, I have put it off until there was absolutely nothing for her to eat for breakfast this a.m.. She had some Goldfish crackers and a juice. Really, I just admitted it. She got up really early this morning but it was only 10 a.m. so I thought she could handle the trip. We tried yesterday but didn't even make it out of the car. I knew better. Today, we made it into the store. That is when she spotted "Sandi the horse" that she has NEVER even been on before. All she did was scream "I ride the horse, I ride the horse" and kick me as I am trying to hold onto her. I told her no and tried putting her in the cart. And tried again, and again, and again. It literally took me probably 30 attempts at putting her into the damn cart before I was able to get her damn feet into the squares and get her legs to bend at the same time(seriously, I am 9 months pregnant and not one person stopped to see if I could use some help...). Clearly, the shopping carts were invented by a man with no kids. After all that, the f*ing seat belt didn't latch, and Maggie needs to be strapped in! So, I take a deep breathe, try to find a cart that the seat belt latches and grab her out of the cart. BIG MISTAKE. This cart's belt did indeed buckle, however, the little plastic seat that kids bottoms sit on, well that wouldn't stay down. So I make a few attempts at getting her into the cart and the plastic part keeps flipping up, covering the feet holes. I feel like a complete failure. I have tears streaming down my face and can't breathe. Maggie is screaming the whole time. I grab her and walk out. We didn't even make it past the carts. I got to the van and literally sobbed and cried like I haven't cried in a loooong time. I threw in the towel and decided we could survive with another meal of goldfish and juice. Who needs milk, eggs, bread, breakfast food, lunch food, dinner food...etc. We still have leftover Easter candy. I think there may even be an old Smart One's meal we could share. A little freezor burn never hurt anyone, did it? Seriously...

Has it been that long really?...

Sooooo, how is everyone? It has been awhile, no? Well I am now 36 weeks pregnant! Having some contractions, the Doctor says she will take me anytime this baby wants to come! Scary. This pregnancy has gone by sooo fast. I can't believe how fast it goes when you want it to go slow. I don't think I am quite ready for a lil precious newborn who doesn't like sleeping at night. Since Maggie isn't even 2 yet, my days will be filled with handling her and not a lot of time for "sleeping when the baby sleeps"! Did I mention before in my posts that Maggie can be a handful. That is an understatement by the way. Makayla is wonderful with helping, however she is needy in her own ways. She wants everything to be equal. That is driving me more crazy then Maggie climbing onto the bar at the sitters and handing out beer glassed to the other kids. This would be a good time to mention they were sleeping and she just threw them into the pack-n-plays! I love her spunk. Makayla has a heart of gold but she is sooooo sensitive. How did I end up with such different personalities in my kids. Can't wait to see how this lil peanut turns out! Hopefully a good mix. I am hoping to get back on the blogging bandwagon. You know, just in time to have a baby. Wish me luck, Lord knows I need it! Seriously...