The Second Son

Evan is now right around 18 months old so he's reached the very pleasant stage in life where he is no longer a baby but not yet a toddler (if you're not humming Britney Spears right now, we probably shouldn't be friends). I'm also pretty sure that he has been possessed by Satan so that's no good too.

We are quickly approaching time to wean him completely - the only feeds he has now are at night anyway so I have to stop the feeding to sleep & bringing him in to our bed because I'm too lazy tired to stay awake long enough to feed him & put him back in his bed.
Technically, I'm not feeding him to sleep because it's not enough to put him to sleep anymore so I feed and rock him, then put him down in his bed where he peacefully drifts off to sleep.

Wait, no, that's not quite right.
It's less drifting off, a tad more screaming like a banshee.
Also, a dash of punching the rails of the crib and throwing things at us.
He's such a charmer.

Marcel obviously has to deal with his nap times, which are equally as delightful. He captured today's session in a series of photos that will be no doubt be dragged out every time Evan tries to argue with us as a teenager. The rate at which he already argues with us, regardless of his lack of conversational skills, guarantees we are going to be up shit creek with this one.

With no further ado, I give you Evan's naptime of terror.

Currently

I have started new blog entries about 500 million times now but I either get interrupted or I lose enthusiasm for what I'm writing or I start thinking maybe I'm spending too much time up on my soapbox so I step away.

Turns out it's really hard to get back into once you've gotten away from regular blogging.
Who knew?
Everyone. Everyone knew.
Whatever.

Rather than forcing myself to come up with some original programming for you, I'm ripping other bloggers off (yay for stealing!) & just giving you a glimpse of life at the moment. Without further ado, I'm currently:

Watching pilates DVDs. Not only am I watching them, I'm actually doing them (well, have done them a handful of times)! I find it to be a hard workout but I'm also a wimp so you may think differently. In any case, I also find it to be a really fun workout so I'm happy to do it. I started doing short videos that I could find on Hulu Plus on my TV but they're all too short so I finally broke down & bought an actual set of full-length DVDs. I've also been watching way too much HGTV. Is anyone else addicted to Love It or List It?

Eating pure junk. Seriously, had a stomach bug situation yesterday & today I'm eating like my tummy's made of steel. There is something wrong with this picture. I'll be miserable tonight, I'm sure. And I'm starting Weight Watchers again soon - I don't like seeing the chub creeping back on after I worked so hard.

Planning Ben's 4th birthday! Some days, I can't believe he's that old. Other days, I'm convinced he's a very tiny & adorable teenager. I'm attempting to plan a little party for him & keep it simple & fun & not fussy. I'm not against big, fun, super planned parties but I know me & I'm not ready to jump off that cliff until he's old enough to demand it!

Reading embarrassing things. When I was home sick, I downloaded a book that I knew would have a bit of romance to it but thought it was more intrigue & politics but fluffy enough for a lay-around day. Turns out the author has a whole line of pure romance novels & I downloaded one of them by mistake. I have no complaints. I may do it again ... ON PURPOSE. Please don't judge me.

Inspired by Dorothy Zbornak, Liz Lemon and Kimmy Gibbler.

Excited about the Papal Conclave! I don't know why. I guess I just love pomp, circumstance, ancient traditions, mystery and all the scuttlebutt that comes along with the conclave. The last time this came around, I had a great bet on it with my office at Nat Geo but I have not gotten my act together this time. I need to at least an informal poll on Facebook or something.

And now for some gratuitous shots of my handsome young sons. Ladies, hang on to your ovaries!

Until next time, I bid you good day.