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Well, hasn’t it been awhile!

I have a good excuse! Honestly! Wanna know what it is?

Life.

Kinda gets in the way of these things!

We’ve been really busy these past couple weeks and I really can’t blame it on new baby. That’s been the easy part! It’s actually just all the stuff we do, commitments we have, family outings, extended family outings, holidays, friends; it’s just a lot sometimes. It also doesn’t help my husband was laid off last Wednesday. That was a real buzz kill on looking at houses! Until Thursday rolled around and he got a call from his Union saying they have a 3-4 month call out. I wanted to cry because it meant we were never going to get to move! The BIG Robbie has an issue with instability… Buzz kill! BUT when he went to work on Friday we (and when I say we I mean he, I’m just living vicariously through him) found out that what they meant was 2-3 years… I about peed my pants with joy (I didn’t, I swear!)! We can move! Yet, he won’t look at anymore houses with me. Lukewarm little bugger!

We (and when I say we I mean me, because I get to do the snot sucking and doctors appointments) had the very first big boy doctors appointment today! Little Robbie got to stand on the big boy scale that only boys who are bigger than Liam get to stand on, he got to wear a special gown, AND he got three shots in his leg ! YAY! Can we say winning?!?! Perhaps little Robbie could if he were actually talking to me, but alas, I am getting the silent treatment for the whole shot thing…

Baby

I did learn that Liam is officially half of little Robbie’s weight. Liam sits at a portly 9 pounds while little Robbie weighs in at a mere 18.

For reals

Another for reals? Little Robbie has a special food diet now. He is to eat all things that will cause a massive heart attack in the healthiest of individuals.

Deep fried food?

Check

Pudding made with extra rich milk and cream?

Check

Milk shakes made with “super” milk, carnations instant powder mix, and ice cream?

Check

Cheese covered vegetables? Mayonnaise filled salads? Heavily buttered bread, potatoes, rice?

Check, check, check!

Ew.

In other news, just writing down his new dietary needs mad me gain 10 pounds.

Little Robbie?

Twenty bucks says he doesn’t gain an ounce.

Lame!

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The kid is twelve-friggen-months-old.

Why in the fritter is he waking up like he’s some needy newborn?!?!?

I haven’t slept in like a week!

Yea, yea, my husband works grave yards and thus he is home during the day.

Can we just discuss what being “home” entails for this dude?!?

He gets home at 5:30, takes a shower, goes to sleep, and doesn’t wake up until 2/2:30 (that is, if I don’t chuck the kid at him, screaming I’ve had enough it’s your turn, earlier than that. Sweet? I know). He then proceeds to make his coffee, eat “breakfast“, enjoy the quiet time of the child napping, goes to school/takes a nap and then goes to work again…

My schedule?!?!

Kid wakes up, fight the screaming I-refuse-to-have-my-butt-changed-nazi, feed him breakfast, sweep the floor, be yelled at while sweeping the floor as the child squirms and attempts to gnaw his way through the high-chair straps, put him on the floor, fight the kid for the piece of gross I missed while sweeping and his radar picked up and is now putting in his mouth, give him milk, argue with him about drawers and why he is not allowed in them, sneak away to the bathroom while he’s not looking, get caught trying to go to the bathroom and yell from the potty he’s not allowed to climb over the baby gate, attempt to do breakfast dishes while keeping the kid out of the dishwasher… By this time, it’s not even noon yet.

Can you feel me on the disgruntled page?!?!?

So the past few nights little Robbie has gone to bed peacefully and I do a little happy dance.

Then he wakes up.

And refuses to go back to sleep.

He doesn’t cry, in fact he does the opposite a lot. He sits and points at the dark and talks.

Well, that’s if I leave the room…

Otherwise, he’s totally screaming his head off demanding of me something I can’t seem to give.

Last night, after 5 hours of fighting the kid to sleep, I slept on the couch… He went to sleep immediately.

Night before, I got him to settle down by letting him sleep in my bed.

Tonight?

I think I’m pouring Benadryl into his sippy-cup.

I’ll take vodka in mine.

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