This week in my life...We saw The Hunger Games movie on Sunday night. It was good, but not as good as the book. I still enjoyed it even with all the tweaks. I bought myself some belated birthday/Mother's Day gifts...the next book in the Hunger Games trilogy, Catching Fire and, using some coupons from DSW, I bought a pair of Dr. Scholl's walking shoes for my aching feet and a new handbag. Can't wait for them to arrive on my doorstep. I learned this week that a high school classmate passed away. It made me unbelievably sad. I cried for two days. She was such a sweetheart and the outpouring of condolences on Facebook made me cry harder. I've been moody ever since. It didn't help that I didn't get much sleep any night this week. I bought myself some wine yesterday to take the edge off. Yay for green apple sparkletini wine! I am such a light-weight drinker it's not even funny.
|You see the people in this picture? I love them with all my heart|
Marlie is getting back on track after weeks of being a little monster. She has been such a good helper lately, cleaning up messes and watching out for her brother. I was washing dishes and heard him laughing. I walked into the room to find her tickling his feet and saying "peek-a-boo baby!" Talk about heart-melting! She is maturing and growing like a vine. Damon noticed the other day that she now takes the stairs two at a time, and she showed me that she can now reach the doorbell. When did she become a kid?! She still has her silly moments like getting upset when I wouldn't bite her toes after playing "eat-your-foot" with Desmond. And I caught her picking her nose and eating her boogers one day this week. She'll probably be the first valedictorian to belch during her speech.
Baby Log: 8 Weeks Old
Mr. Magoo turned into Sir Fuss-a-Lot this week, but it was my fault. I made lasagna on Monday forgetting that my babies are lactose intolerant. He was up every night with bad gas and didn't go to sleep until he let out a huge fart. Then he was a delightful again. He has a check-up coming up and I am anxious to show his pediatrician the hernia in his belly button. All my brothers had them and one had to have surgery when he was three to repair it. I am hoping Desmond's goes away on its own. He is absolutely in love with his big sister. You should see his face light up when she pays him attention. They shared a bubble bath on Thursday and he just splashed and kicked and cooed while she washed him Buddha belly (well, he doesn't coo so much as make grunting noises). I wish I could have taken a picture. After his bath, I buried my nose into his neck and inhaled his baby smell. The scent made me dizzy with love. He just chuckled with his big boy laugh. He is a lot more smiley now and easy to make laugh.