And update for updating's sake

I am supposed to have a post up at Parenting today, but it's not there yet. Whatever. It's about SIPPY CUPS of all things and so perhaps it's just as well it's not there.

It is still a giant snotfest in my house. Kleenex and snot suckers everywhere.

It's one of those weeks where I can think of a million things to blog about - actual worthwhile topics, none of this random ranty spew - and yet I can bear to make the effort. Also: who cares what I think about actual worthwhile topics? Are you desperately interested in my observations following the Presidential Debates or how I'm feeling about these Dire Economic Times? BORRRRING. (Although, I do have to mention (and I twittered this already, but it is THAT AWESOME) that my new fave talking head suggested that the town hall debate should have been modeled after the town hall gatherings in STARS HOLLOW. And then my new fave talking head waxed rhapsodic about STARS HOLLOW and its inhabitants on cable news television and I may have swooned, this is was oh so exciting for me.)

So anyway. That's how I come up with these sippy cup posts.

Right now I am feeling rather victorious because Jack is eating a sandwich. A sandwich that I have NOT microwaved (so all the pieces stick together) and cut into tiny bite-sized pieces. Which is the only way I have ever convinced him to eat a sandwich. No, right now he is taking ACTUAL HONEST-TO-GOD BITES. As you know, I am not really up on developmental stuff and I have no idea when a toddler should be able to BITE THINGS (other than my fingers, cheeks, shoulders, knees, etc.) but I know that all the other kids in our playgroup eat sandwiches like normal people. It's just MY kid who requires bite-sized pieces. But apparently? No more! And since my Jack-related victories are few and far between these days, I'LL TAKE IT.

The last week or two has been kinda sorta rough on Phillip and me. Long days stuck inside, ugly weather outside, cranky whiny evenings, collapsing on the couch WITH A BROKEN TIFAUX, up half the night with a baby who spits up all over the sheets. It's not anything special and it's not even that hard. I think it's just beginning to feel long. Like, when is vacation? But then every couple of days turns out to be fun or productive or both and we have ten minutes to talk to each other when he gets home from work.

But many many things are falling by the wayside. The house, no matter how often I put the toys away and sweep the floors and wipe down the counters, ALWAYS looks like a pit. My mother-in-law is taking some time off next week and planning to spend the afternoons up here. I'm already scheduling what I can do during those afternoons: cleaning the bathroom, putting away the newborn and 12 month-size clothes, vacuuming the upstairs, finding a baby book for Molly, blah blah blah. It'd be nice if my dining room table had a day where it was free of laptops and mail and phone chargers and remotes and snot suckers and Jack's breakfast dishes. Dear Santa: I would like a cleaning lady for Christmas.

Holy crap he ate that entire sandwich.

One thing I'm DEFINITELY meaning to do I SWEAR is go through Jack's tiny baby pictures and compare them to Molly's. Really. ONE OF THESE DAYS. Of course, we have 12 trillion pictures on the camera that still have to be uploaded so we can even start comparing, but that will happen too. One of these days.

And now he's falling asleep in the high chair. Off I go to put him down. This is what I meant about the sloooow days...

Comments

[Jess]

It's all about the small victories, really. That sandwich is a big step!

[Jen]

I have ordered my husband to buy me a cleaning lady for Christmas too. I want one to come the day before the company and the day after the company. And that is all I want for Christmas this year.

[Tara]

Well my kid doesn't take bites if that makes you feel any better. I give her a half of a piece of toast and she looks at it like, "This is an awfully big bite but I suppose I'll just have to saddle up to the task." And then she tries to shove the whole thing in her mouth.

And those are on the days when she actually considers eating what I put on her tray. Ah, toddlers.

[Kathleen]

I keep joking with my husband about why he keeps giving the maid the day off. Of course I am one of those people who could never actually have a cleaning lady because I am one who would feel compelled to clean before the person got here. I'd be downright embarrassed for someone to see my house and where I've actually shoved things in the rush of company coming and the things my kids shove in weird spots on a regular basis! But, ahhhh, to dream of someone who actually LIKED to vacuum and dust coming and cleaning my house!!

[Lisa]

Random comment: Gilmore Girls is one my guilty pleasures, and its theme song is the ONLY thing on TV that prompts Olivia to come running into the living room. For some reason, she just HAS to dance and clap to the theme song EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE HEARS IT. It is so hilarious. I have at least four different video clips of her dancing to the Gilmore Girls song.

[Kate P]

Definitely put that sandwich accomplishment in the WIN column!