frump

Feeling frumpy and just plain worn out.  I ran out of eyeliner and I feel like golem without it, PLUS,  for the past four days Oliver has been running a temperature and apparently had roseola which is basically a sudden long lasting fever followed by a rash.  Several pukes later and even more laundry loads later, I AM BEAT and my eye is twitching just thinking about the fact that I have been wearing pajamas for the past week.  He is finally feeling good but dang is it taxing taking care of a little sickly man.  The whole little illness has pretty much pushed back the weaning process and made him even more needy of me and only me.  The fever made him so fickle with food which is very uncharacteristic, finally today his appetite came back for his usual fare of beans and pasta and bananas and peas and pretzels and cheese and cookies and grapes and cherry tomatoes and pickles and bread.  I am dreading weaning him, It is hard to say goodbye to all that snuggly quiet time...BUT it will be nice to not have to worry about all that encompasses being the primary feeder/pacifier.  I guess I pretty much am an attachment parenter...and it is friggin' exhausting.  We bought a crib for Elliott and I'm not even sure he used it even a months worth total.  I thought I would for sure use it with Oliver.  I must say he got more use out of it than E, mainly naps and a few hours during the night before he would wake up to snack again, but for the past six months it has been sitting in our living room serving as a collect all for stuffs that will most likely go to goodwill, awaiting a new home, so that explains a lot.  I have dreamt of wall to wall bed, basically a padded cell, that is what I need at this point in time...with a t.v. mounted to the wall playing nonstop Heathcliff episodes.  I can't wait till the weather is decent and I can at least take them out for walks again.  Eat shit Houston summers.

when the cow moos

"WIll she really cut me off???"... 

..."time for a reality check, my brotha."

So much and so little going on lately.  Sadly I've barely been tapping into the glory that is my new camera, it's just a tad bit intimidating.  I love it but it needs my utmost attention....something I can't even say about myself.  I need to hit up some sort of free DSLR workshop for the gifted.  Lately, I have been getting my crafts on for an upcoming twin toddler birthday party which I can't wait for since it's going to be at Chuck E. Cheese's...where a kid can be a kid!  Elliott's never been but knows it's whereabouts...it's branding from the PBS commercials have brainwashed him into a Mr. Cheese homing pidgeon.  Whenever we drive by, he begs to go but I'm usually going to the fabric store or somewhere way cooler, let's just say he will be plenty stoked this weekend to actually roll up on the big Cheese.  In Oliver news, I am anxiously yet hesitantly awaiting the end of this month when I cut his tab at the milk bar.  Weaning, in my experience had to be done cold turkey with Elliott, so I'm going to do the same with O.  15 months of on demand seems like plenty of lactating, for them and for me.  I remember it being three nights of Geoff and him crying it out for about 45 minutes straight in E's room till he finally passed out. Mornings were something else, I'd never seen the little guy eat so many fistfuls of cheerios.  Elliott was ultimately cool with the transition for the most part though. As for me, I was a wreck.  Cold cabbage leaves and hot showers... I'm sure they helped my condition but it took a solid week before i wasn't scary engorged.  This time around I'm going to add Sudafed to my bag of tricks, based on other mother's online tips on the matter, it apparently helps dry out the milk storage facilities as well as the snozz.  Sleeping arrangements are going to be interesting though, I'm thinking of maybe getting a toddler bed for Oliver to put in our room or maybe a trundle to put under our bed for him.  There is no way a three year old and a 15 month old can coexist throughout the night in the same room, at least not my brand of them. Elliott didn't really start sleeping in his own bed and in his own room until he was about two, and still to this day he likes Geoff to go in there with him for his middle of the wee morning awakenings.  One day we will be able to sleep again.  It really is crappy how much you take for granted when you have no children.  Not that I regret anything, just makes me hate my former whiny self a little bit more than i would like... or whenever I hear childless people bitching and moaning about lack of sleep or that they are tired in general, it makes me wish triplets on them.