Amputeed

Loki: I don't care how much fun Baby Blue is having playing with her toys. If I get up and go in the kitchen to cook...she immediately follows me in there and wants me to pick her up. When I can not pick her up because I am trying to chop up something to eat she starts to throw a fit. She wedges herself in between me and the cabinets and yanks on my pants. Her little arms reach up to me while she screams. Eventually I give in and pick her up and continue cooking the meal one handed. She quits crying the minute I pick her. She enjoys watching me cook. Usually I am preparing meals before Big T gets home so I am the only one here but even when he is here, I somehow end up holding her while I cook. I know she is small but after holding her for an hour I feel like my arm is going to fall off. I am just wondering what happens when there are 2 of them. NO, I am not pregnant but I am just thinking about what my poor mother did...and if I do have another sooner rather than later, will I have to pick them both up?

Stella: Looks like someone needs to learn the word "no." Haha. How do you like that for unwanted parenting advice from your little sister? Just put the kid down or just have another kid already. There's NOTHING exciting happening around here. We need a little something-something to look forward to besides what's for dinner tonight.

Loki: You don't want me to get pregnant again. Then you will constantly have to listen to me moan and complain about this ailment or that.. Seriously, I have to be the worst pregnant person ever. I know why you want me to get pregnant... you will virtually disappear from behind me. I hope not to but chances are I will blow up again... and then I might sit on you and squash you. Oh, and I do tell the child no. I try to ignore her when she is slapping my legs... and when she is throwing fits on the ground because is not getting her way. (that part is actually humorous) but then it gets the better of me and I just pick her up...usually when she starts wailing "mommmmma". Anyway we took her to the dr. yesterday for her year checkup (even though she is actually 13 months). She only weighs 20.2lbs. She is in the 25% for weight. Of course she is in the 75% for height. Can I just say that Saucy's baby is already 14lbs. haha.I wonder if my next baby will be small or chunky. Okay, that's it for talk about my next child. I'm going to go do a voodoo dance, walk backwards, knock on wood....something to make it not happen NOW. I guess that is probably like me and you as babies.... I was small and petite and you were big and chunky. I guess thats why everyone thought we were twins...we were the same size.  Awww.... but now we have switched. Poo. I would have rather have been the chunky baby than the chunky adult.

Stella: Just for the records, I was a healthy child. Not chunky. Now I'm going to tell you endless stories about my daughter like you do. Last night, Bella was watching a movie & the little girl's cat died sending sweet Bella into tears. It was precious. Then later she asked me what kind of animals do I like? Like she can already tell I'm a terrible person for not loving them as she does. Boo. Should I just lie and pretend to like them? We've also just finished reading our 4th Ramona book. So for a change I picked up my old "Little House on the Praire" books. We started with "Little House in the Big Woods." The entire first chapter was about the daddy killing deer and how they would smoke the venison and how dad butchered the pig with two big knives and Laura ran to hide so she wouldn't hear the pig squeal.... Not exactly age appropriate material. So now looking for another chapter book that Bella can listen to. Still have 4 more Ramona books so guess we'll stick with those for now. Alright, I'm boring myself. I hope you're equally tortured.

Loki: Mission accomplished. Although I like hearing stories about my sweet neice... its just that you told me that story this morning.... so it is the second time I am hearing it...which does induce snooze worthy material. My daughter is currently shoving her face with mandarin oranges (the kind in a fruit container) and as a treat I put a dollop of whip cream on top....it is her desert after all. I am sure you would cringe if you saw her.... she is sufficiently messy, but I remembered to take off her clothes this time. I was considering inventing something like a bib that would also hook up to the bottom of the high chair tray...like a catch all of some sort. But then I gave up because although that would prevent her clothes from getting messy....she still shoves her dirty hands in her hair making her all sticky. I think she does this on purpose because she loves bath time so much. One more thing.... my boob (yes just one) is throbbing in pain as it is rock hard and full of milk (sorry if TMI) . This hurts too much.... she might just get nursed for the rest of her life. 

Stella: Gross. I'm done here.

What's wrong with that?