The inconsistencies of man

The inconsistencies of man

So here is my dilemma, what do I feed my DH? A month ago he like only rotisery style chicken, now he does not. Today he like chicken but only in soup, tomorrow (if we follow the example of the past 4 years) he won't. A week ago he was heavily into meat and no fish, yesterday he demanded no more meat but more fish. Things were too spicy on Monday but lacked taste on Wednesday, same amount of seasoning dude! I swear if I was a chef and Dh was eating in me restaurant he would be sending back every dish he tried, and I would be spitting into the plate by now.

I win!

Recently there was a 'contest' type for worst mother on some of the blogs I read, well today I won it hands down. You see I was having lunch at our table and Baby V was holding on to the edge mocking. I, like any 'good mother', was giving him pieces of my organic baked potato. Now as I was doing this my foot was keeping the chair, that Baby V was hovering near, anchored. Well my foot was getting cold, it being October and all that, so I took it off the chair to slip into my warm slippers and boom! Baby V grabbed the chair, it tipped back, and both went flying at ungodly speed towards the floor. Needless to say, I did not manage to catch (any of this on video) the chair or the child. As I threw the chair off the screaming 10 month old visions of blood and brain raced through my head. I imagined Baby V living with red marks in the design of a chair back on his face, but no. There was no blood but the yelling led me to suspect that something worse happened. It was a small bump on the back of the poor babies head! Oh the humanity! This was the first time Baby V let me cuddle him in our bed with an icepack on his head for 5 minutes. The gut wrenching crying subsided into heart tearing whimpering and my baby stared at me with accusation in his grey/blue eyes. Then I frantically called Mrs SC, Miss EL (he loves her and I thought that hearing the sound of her voice would calm him) and my dad, only Mrs. SC answered. Baby V switched his whimpering to angry yelling when I failed to let him push all the buttons while I talked and he listened on speakerphone. Apparently an icepack is the only solution, and so we rocked and sang (maybe I should have refrained from singing, it might have made it worse) with a blue icepack wrapped in cloth. Now we are sleeping and for the first time in 2 or 3 months we have the movement sensor on to check up on the breathing thing.
I do not think I have to tell you that none of this get back to DH, he would ban me from motherhood and send me off to a 9-5 job. Oh please do not tell him, I will probably have to myself, considering there is really no other way to explain the bump. I will be praying today, pray with me people.
Love,
Me ( the worlds worst mother)

Back to Sq one

I love DH! He helps out as best he can and complains once a month, maybe twice, that our house is a mess and does nothing to change that. However, sometime he does something so utterly clue less that I end up spending hours upon hours trying to make it Blog worthy.
We have a great system of getting baby V to sleep 'through' the night. At the 2am wakeup we give him water, and then anytime after 5:30 we give him a full bottle. To get Baby V to accept the water and not cry himself into a rage over it I spent a month slowly watering down the 6oz bottle of formula. So 3 days ago DH decides to give Baby V a real bottle at 2am, bringing us right to the beginning of a month ago. Baby V refuses that water and will scream for formula, as long as it takes. So we are back to watering it down, and let me tell you it is a pain. Still I forgive him, because any man that will wake up at 2am to do anything to quiet down a baby, is a man I love.
Baby V has also started to stand up on his own. He did it a while back, but he didn't actually realize that he was standing, now he does. It is very entertaining to see how happy he gets when he is able to stand. Of course as soon as he starts laughing and clapping he goes down, but he gets back up again fast.
Also his majesty requests a special spoon during meal-times, his own. He refuses to eat anything without an extra spoon occupying his hand. Uses it to wave around and smack momma when she hesitates with the food.
In other news:
We are closing on our new house on the 31st of November, one day after Baby V turns 1. I love the fact that it was built in 2005, no one but the spiders have occupied that territory.
I am the most excited about the basement where I will be able to keep my husband, not unlike that new lady on Desperate Housewives sans gun and teenage son, and bring him food and child. I am hoping teacher of the month will be back by then, and ready to roll up her sleeves.
I am still figuring a way to skip the whole packing, moving, repacking and go straight for the living. Teacher of the year suggested I invite some friends buy them pizza and make them work it off with w whip in my hand (whip my idea not hers). Still thinking on that, maybe I'll throw in booze and see how much of my crap makes it sofetly.
That is another scary prospect, seeing how much stuff I have and that I don't need any of it. And the decorating, people I am going to be living in an empty house because DH is sinking all money in downpayment, oh well.
Oh and everyone go read 'Not Calm' hilarious post about her little girl and a pair of scissors.

Oh the complaining

Baby V hates me! I remember a few months ago he fell asleep with no rocking, put him down and he was out, not now! I just spent 47 minutes past his bedtime trying to put him down with no luck. He will go down for just long enough for me to relax and return to the kitchen before sending up another wail. I am even considering letting him cry it out. I mean he had plenty of motherly/fatherly love during the day, he is dry, very well fed, etc. It won't be like I will be long for very long from his side, the most I can stand is 5 minutes. This bouncing and rocking and screaming is wearing me out, and most importantly it is wearing my back out. Not to complain or anything but the back thing is getting worse, even after the shot, we're heading right back to where I started before the first steroid shot. There must be something they can do for me that does not involve surgery right?
On a brighter note DH swears up and down that he heard Baby V say 'Dai' (give in Russian) I still say it is babble that just happens to occur when he wants something, we will let Miss EL decide on Saturday. She is coming over you know, because I begged. I think I even referred to her as; my sunshine that does not sneeze oatmeal on me.
I also received the pirate costume for Kohls that Mrs SC recommended, in 24 months. It fits him, but I hope he does not grow anymore by Halloween. He looks amazingly cute and as soon as I can I will give you a nice picture.
I looked at a house today, we signed an offer, and now we wait on our hands for Monday. The house is smallish but we really can not afford anything else and it does have all our main requirements. My only concern is that my King Size Four Poster bed will not fit into the very small master bedroom. So small in fact that the bed would be the room save for 2 feet, I am not joking. The two other bedrooms are also small but they will be kids rooms so the less space the less mess, or so I tell myself. The kitchen is big, and so is the basement, and you should see the dream that is the garage. The thing I come back to is the kitchen. It joins the living room but I would say the size is good. The cabinets are fantastic, the sink is HUGE. I love it and I will cry for a long time if those sellers decide against us.
In other news:
DH drank all the Bailys that Angie gave me when she visited
We are not going to Russia to visit my farm for the last time before it is sold because DH is a cheapskate and afraid of flying
Teacher odd the Year (mom) is still in Russia and I miss her and all the sleep I get with her
I bought some bra's at Walt-Mart but unfortunately none of them were Hot Pink (sorry Shannon) going back to find a pink one tomorrow
Going to go crazy because of all the rain and no walking
Love,
Me

Misc.

Well I have been feeling very sluggish of late. Had very little desire to be online so I spent more time with Baby V and went on AIM to chat with friends. Chatting now happens primarily online because I have to save up my minutes for emergencies; like in case I have another baby or another relative dies. You see the last time my cell phone bill went up was when I had a baby and we moved all in the space of one month. I got yelled at a lot that time, and I wasn’t getting enough sleep and had a little kid attached to me 24/7. This time I ran up my bill talking to Russia, maybe I knew something was coming, and of course the fight with DH was also enormous. I am dreading this coming bill because I know I will be thrown to the dogs and out of a will.
Anyway, I am feeling better now, no more crying at night and only sad whimpering when I talk to my dad and we mention gramps. His funeral was on what was supposed to be his birthday (76), and this makes me very sad but I am glad my mom got to say goodbye to her dad. I am thinking of how sad it is that he never got a chance to see the only boy in the family, but maybe he said goodbye after he died. I am convinced that Baby V slept well the night grandpa died because grandpa was right there with him, giving back the pacifier every time he lost it. See I only cry when I think about it.
It just is not fair that he died. He promised me he wouldn’t but he did. He was such a great man that it is just unfair for him to get cancer. Now the question is can I say that he died form cancer? He had a heart attack but it was because it could not cope from all the stress caused by the cancer (according to docs). Before the operations started his heart was healthy and proclaimed strong enough to get through, but it didn’t. He knew that he was dying too, he told my grandma goodbye. Okay enough of that, it is getting repetitive I have other news.
Baby V has a third tooth. The top one cut through a couple of days ago. So now he has teeth above and below and the grinding has began. Until I saw that pearly white tooth I could not figure out where the grinding sound was coming from. It was/is so bad it woke me up at night. He does it less now because it is no longer new but on occasion I will be startled by just how hideous the sound is coming from such an angel face.
And on the 6th Baby V stood unsupported for 5 or 6 seconds. He was trying to get a book on the bed and I gave him another one, he took it and stood looking at it. No wobbling or anything, I don’t think he realized that there was nothing supporting him. Now if he would just start walking. Everyone tells me that I should savor this crawling and cruising but honestly, no. He is in an awkward transitional phase where he sees himself walking but can’t and it leads to a lot of whining, so please let him walk soon. Mrs. SC’s little girl walked at 9.5 so we are already behind J although we are heavier then she is.
Some misguided lady at the supermarket tried to convince me that Baby V needed a diet, the NERVE! He is a perfect little 28 pounds. If he was any smaller I fear I would loose him in all the stuff piled in our house.
Oh and last Saturday I had a blast in NY with Miss EL and Mrs. AM. We originally wanted to walk in central park but I realized too late that my favorite shoes now give me blisters, Miss EL also had blisters, and Mrs. AM wore high heels. So we walked a tiny bit limping, then sat for a few hours talking on a bench. I cried only once when I saw a very young baby and realized how fast they grow up. This little outburst prompted Mrs. SC to send me a quiz about postpartum depression. Honestly though I am glad she cares, oh and so does Miss EL but she thinks I ought to spend some time on me and not the boys and any trace of depression will go away. Good idea, come over and baby-sit Miss and I’ll go and get my nails done and acupuncture.
DH is actively looking for a house. He already made one offer but it was basically shot down. Too bad, I was sort of picturing myself in that house, you know with the dishwasher and new stove. As a matter of fact I am still picturing but I have to stop that right now. I need to stop because my picturing tends to lead to my buying, like if I picture a new bra in hot pink (to complete my laundry outfit) I have to go and buy it. So we are stuck with neighbors for a while yet, even if they are nice neighbors who make great cookies. We do suspect that the lady downstairs is stealing our mail, but that is another story that has no concrete proof.
Love,
ME

Dead

I sent out an e-mail telling the people I knew that my grandfather died. I apologized if I do not perform to expectations for the next couple of days. I should have been apologizing to you. I can almost feel the negative posts writing themselves. I loved him dearly and am sad that he never got to see his one and only great grandchild. The thing is, Baby V has no idea so I have to pretend it never happened for right now, but just wait till naptime.