Should you call poison control if you two year old eats a "super-size" box of Lucky Charms marshmellows (yes, just the marshmellows)? The reason why I ask that question is this is the second day of his "magically delicious" marshmellow craze and he has the brightest green-blue poop I have ever seen. Like the Sci-Fi channel. I remember when I was pregnant with my first daughter, Elizabeth, and I had just drank a blue Power aid--got sick and threw up the brightest blue vomit ever. Doug thought it was very pretty while he dry heaved (wussy). So, if nobody out there is concerned...I will just continue letting him fend for himself with the super box (such a deal at Fry's!) Some day we will really see what this dye has done to our system....maybe longer life? As long as it does not prolong pregnancy. I think that would be the ultimate curse to pregnant women. Why does it have to be nine months? God is so wise--he knows that by the sixth month we are ready to have it--seventh, we feel a little "stretched" and that we could have this baby and possilby love him/her still--eighth, we want to eat any herb neccessary to get the baby out even willing to go out to a special river and pot a squat like the Indians of old.--By the nineth month, we are so desperate to have the baby out that anyone who looks at us, touches us, tells us they "love" pregnancy, has a death wish.--Not to mention we are are willing to shovel, walk, drink epichach, dehydrate....anything to get this baby out. I am six months now and I feel already at the eighth month level--I guess when this is your fifth, you are on a whole nubba lebol. Well, I have escaped somewhat righting this while I have to endure Dora audio in the background--please kill me. You are insane when in the middle of the night you are humming Dora the Explorer songs. She yells a lot. Why is it so "wrong" that I yell too? Maybe I should try it with a more happy tone! That is it! It may still be therapeutic.
Talk more later.--Ana
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Oh my--I can see that this will be difficult. I just wrote an eloquent email about me and my hesitation to get started and as I click "publish post"....I am given a message that it could not publish because my internet protection had timed out my time on the internet. Uggh. I can see that this is not going to be all that easy. I can also see that I may have to say sh--- for the 29th time today (not an exageration) . It was a hard day...and a lot of things like this happened to me today. I felt justified in every way to cuss. (I am working on it--but I think my subconsious is in love with that word! ) So many cups of liquid fell on the floor today--my patio umbrella flies off the pole and almost lands on me (the look on my children's faces as their mother has yet another near death experience was comical I gotta say)--Kids jumping on a newly folded stack of clothes on the bed--not having potatoes for the stew (stew already started on the stove--sorry no potatoes in the stew tonight)--husband leaving the key in his motorcycle ignition and killing the engine, I pick him up and save him yet once again (me bitter?)--Sam and Beckah fell, bumped, hit and whined all day (which is enough to completely go insane)--Sadie (if you knew her--there would be no question) --So, this is just some of the excitement of my day and if this stinkin (there is a word I can say) blog thing doesn't work...I may tell Ashlie (the encourager of the blog) that my bloggin days were short and sweet--and spare all of you or none of you (depending on who is sad enough to read this that my blogging days are over. This blog is much more cynicle than my first...sorry. Till next time--