Two nights ago, when my husband was on another surprise OT (its always a surprise to me when he goes, even though he signs up for them and tells me ahead of time) I stood at the computer trying to organize my thoughts for this blog and instead started reading blogs while I munched a dark chocolate bar. I was congratulating myself on my healthy desserty snack choice when I idly glanced at the nutritional information....WTF. I had just consumed about 600 calories of chocolate. ack.
I need to hire someone to be my chocolate holder. If someone is not holding the rest of the chocolate bar away from me, I will eat it until its gone. Strangely, this only happens with dark chocolate. Milk chocolate, meh. I can take it or leave it. I guess I need to switch to milk chocolate...
I take a break from this blog to report that my 8 month old just STOOD UP. HE IS PULLING HIMSELF UP ON THE LEGO BAG. AAAAARRRRRRGGGGH. When he was born I was determined to tie his ankles together, but I got distracted by how cute his legs were when they waved around free from restraints. I was going to tie his ankles together because his brother took his first steps at 9 months. By 10 months he was walking across rooms and by 11 months he was RUNNING INTO TRAFFIC. Not really. But that's how it felt.
Anyway, we went to the zoo a couple of days ago and I decided to just let Benjamin walk while I pushed Peter around in the stroller. I really really want to tell you this story- I have been trying to write this blog for three days but Ben gave up naps so its been difficult finding the time and now Peter just woke up as I put down one of our little friends for a nap (Ben is out with dad and grandpa)
..fast track zoo story is Ben loved the gorillas and the chimps, and the SEALS made him start yelling something that sounded like 'let's go! let's go! let's go!' at the seals, so maybe he wanted to help them escape? Or jump in with them? I am not sure. After that I tried to get him to leave, so he immediately tried to jump into the waterfall outside the seal tank, then he tried to jump into the duck pond, then he tried to run away to the elephants (does it count as running away when he tells me where he's going?) so I switched him into the stroller with Peter sitting on the cement and carried Peter out held high against my shoulder so my back wouldn't twinge.
Coming soon...WWAMD??? AM is a very good friend of my family's...she's this huge fan of the McKenzie sisters, which is hilarious to us, because we are huge fans of hers. She recently taught me about pumping breastmilk while driving. She is hilarious, kind, hard working, and a wonderful mother. My new mantra in dealing with my daily frustrations is WWAMD? What would AM do? Because it usually involves laughing.
Question: do I negate this poopless blog entry by pointing out that its the 2nd blog entry in a row without poop featuring? Its my blog, I decide nay, and celebrate!
Pictures next time! maybe! baby calling! muah! (that's kissing off instead signing off in case you were wondering)