Yesterday, I asked Ava if she wanted some hummus and veggies, and she said “sure mom, that would be swell!”
Where she picked that up, I have no idea. I am guessing “Jack’s Big Music Show.”
Carter is thriving on the Zantac. He seems to have relaxed when nursing, and now is overwhelmingly enthusiastic about it. I have mixed feelings about this, as I was hoping that his previous reticence might mean that he would wean earlier. I am not sure if I can cope with another child that is addicted to the whole event. But it is a huge relief to see him just settle into a meal, rather than fighting it every time. He also has a new technique for relaxing while nursing, which involves his fingers in my mouth. This is cute, and not all that irritating. His other big obsession is hair. I have no idea what is even remotely pleasurable about stuffing a fistful of hair into his mouth, but he seems to consider it a delicacy. Every chance he gets, he grabs my hair and yanks. We have already started “gentle, gentle” – it is interesting how rough he is—Ava was never like this, and still generally isn’t. Carter likes to be rolled around and generally ‘roughhoused’ (as appropriate for a 6 mo old, obviously) much more than Ava did.
I officially get the award for world’s worst valentine. Let me preface this by saying that Peter and I have set a precedent of not doing much for minor holidays like Valentines Day, and I am actually ok with this. It removes some of the pressure, and I tend to have a hard time with both presents and overt sentimentality. And then, without warning, Peter disappears into the basement and emerges with one of the Christmas gift bags that are down there waiting to be given a home, and hands it to me saying, “Happy Valentines Day.” I looked at him and said “is this a joke?” He just gave me one of his Peter looks, and so I opened it. And inside, what did I find?
An iPod.
I was truly speechless. I stood there with a million things running through my head, not the least of which was “ok Erin, you are officially a shmuck,” coupled with “what about our policy of ignoring Valentines Day?” and “I GOT AN iPOD!!!!!!!!!” I know, I know, everyone has an iPod, but that is in the real world—not in the Adirondacks where cell phone coverage is just getting real, and especially not if you have 2 small kids that arrived at roughly the same time that the iPod became a real snazzy thing to have.
Not to mention that it is not exactly on par with the usual Valentines Day type gifts—say chocolates and flowers.
Anyway, it is really cool, and I am really excited, and am slowly finding the opportunity to get started with it—I should have a song or two on it in about a week.
We went to the doctor yesterday, and I have been diagnosed with tendonitis in my rotator cuff. Advil and ice is the therapy, and if that does not work then I am supposed to go to physical therapy. Which is so not an option with the kids. I was also weighed, which thoroughly depressed me. Seems that it is true—it is harder to lose the weight after number 2. I tried to make myself feel better by attributing it to my HUMONGOUS biceps. Couldn’t possibly be the little bear belly I have.
Tumbling is today. Yippee. Maybe I should start hopping on the equipment—apparently I could use it.
