Sleeping Beauty

Sabrina is a good sleeper. She still spends most of her days sleeping away, but she is giving us a little more smile time in between the naps. The nights are consistent yet, but she does give me a 3 - 5 1/2 hour run of sleep. Sometimes that is all I get and sometimes I get some good napping in with her in the mornings.

A Linked Family

I have been struggling to figure out how to blog about life events in two different blogs. I still don't know what the smart way to merge them is, so for the meantime I have at least included a link on each of the two blogs so that viewers can toggle between them. (Look to the right.)

Mustard- Colored Mustache

I almost always have a camera within arms reach, but there are moments when I don't have the camera with me, or more often when it just wouldn't be prudent to leave my child spewing projectile vomit (for example) in order to take a photo of it. But seriously, some of this "gross" stuff is absolutely astonishing and should be documented.

Shortly after receiving a fresh diaper yesterday (or a fresh canvas as Sabrina seems to think of it) Sabrina had a blow out. She was seated in the bouncy seat waiting for me to gather our things to go and get the girls from school. She was fussing. I thought with surprise that she was still hungry so I started getting myself set up for a feeding. When I picked her up her entire backside was wet. I'm sure that my face reflected the confusion that I felt. It wasn't any particular color, just wet. Huh? I thought that perhaps the bigger diaper than she had on (already moving up from the newborn to size 1) and maybe user error had created a loose diaper that allowed her to pee all over her clothes. I put her face down on the changing table and started peeling back the layers. Yuck! Please keep in mind the mustard yellow color of breastfed baby poo. It was all over. Disgusting. I  attacked with a wipey in each hand. As carefully as possible I tried to roll her onesie in on itself to protect her body from the poo while removing it over her head. I did a miserable job. She had yellow streaks starting at her elbows, over her shoulders, down her back and shockingly when I flipped her over, across her face including a mustard colored mustache. I really wanted to take a photo, but my revulsion at her having poop smeared across her face won out in the end. Nothing that a few more wipes and a bath couldn't take care of.

Mama Karma

Some people are unbelievably lucky in life. They always win raffles, somehow get free tickets to events, and never get a parking ticket. And then there are the people that never catch a break. I'm am definitly NOT in the lucky category, but more specifically I would like to comment on what I think of as my "Mama Karma". I've talked to some other moms out there about this, so if you're a mom I think you'll understand what I'm talking about here. If I am alone with the kids, they will inevitably wake up early in the morning, have all kinds of immediate needs, not take naps and generally run me ragged. If dad is alone with the kids, they'll sleep late, get up quietly, feed themselves, wash the dishes and clean the bathroom and then go lie down for a nap - all without disturbing dad at all.

So today is no different than any other day lately. I'm exhausted. I want a nap. Do you think that I could convince Sabrina to take a nap? Not a chance. For 40 minutes I laid semi-comatose with her wishing with all my heart that she would sleep and allow me to do the same. Then the phone rings. It is my lovely husband. I anticipated his call because his "Husband Karma" is to ALWAYS call when I am napping or trying to (and he knows this too.) So we are talking and Sabrina is kicking away next to me. By the end of our conversation, she has passed out. Yeah! My deepest wish fulfilled. But now my head hurts so much that it is about to explode and I am now so stressed about life things and more than anything else I am no longer semi-comatose but fully (FULLY!) awake. So she sleeps peacefully while I fret and fume and try to sleep to no avail. And frankly I know not to devote too much time trying to sleep at this point. It won't happen so I might as well get up and do something off the To Do list.