Those Dark Times

We're all feeling a little hopeless these days. Massive unemployment, huge tax increases, no end to the debt (of either the national or student loan variety), and federal government gone crazy. There doesn't seem any way out of it. DH and I trying to get rid of our student loans, Dave Ramsey style (ok, Dave Light, because I know he wouldn't approve of upcoming carribean vacation). The idea is that if we have no debt of our own maybe we won't be such slaves to "the man."

I write all of this here only with the hope that one day we can look back and say, isn't it amazing how frightened we were? And then [insert new Reagan here] came along and helped us get it all back in order! Glad to be out of those dark times!

Need new job.

Need new job. One that doesn't require pro bono work, which (sorry, but) I hate. Or keeping track by the 1/10th of an hour. Blech.

Tooth

Junior's third tooth--the first on the top, finally came through last night! Now the little bugger will REALLY be able to bite!

Last night, Hubby asked Munchkin if she wanted to play downstairs in her kitchen. He said "kitchen." She heard "Easy Bake Oven." And when that's not what she got, she flipped the f out. She screamed at Hubby for a bit, then apparently went upstairs, stipped off all her clothes (Hubby later found them in a pile in front of the ottoman) and climbed into bed. We both gave in. Probably more me. How heart breaking for her when she was so excited to make a "birthday" cake in her oven.

I came home to find them struggling with the Easy Bake sugar cookie mix. Mommy to the rescue, and we had 4 fairly large, not totally terrible cookies with sprinkles on them after dinner. Munchkin insisted we sit at the big table, and she sang to me: "happy birthday to Mommy, happy birthday to Mommy...yay!!!!!"

Whose breakfast is it, anyway?

Junior wants to crawl--but no dice yet. He is getting very angry about it, too. He did manage to back himself up all the way across the rug today. Wrong direction, kiddo. We're still waiting on those top teeth to come in. I was convinced they would appear a week or so after the bottoms came in (that was the week before Christmas), but no dice. He prefers to feed himself, and is getting pretty proficient at it. This morning he ate a big piece of sausage by taking tiny bites with his bottom two chompers.

After Junior stole my breakfast sausage, Munchkin stole 1/2 my light english muffin. She ate about half and licked the peanut butter off the rest, then returned it to my plate. I have a couple of hungry birds on my hands!

Munchkin must be growing. She ate a whole cheeseburger last night, and about 16 chicken nuggest/fish sticks the night before, plus green beans and a pudding cup. On the way home from school the other day, she told me "You need to be careful now mommy, you need to stop" as we approached a red light. She also has the habit now of telling you how to answer, e.g., "Are we going home, Mommy? Say yes."

Did you see the dog houses, Mommy? Say yes.
Can I have a snack, Mommy? Say yes.
Are you going to work, Mommy? Say no.

Too funny.

Hubby brought Junior to my office for the first time yesterday. He was a charmer, as usual. Smiled big shit grins for everyone. Hubby rearranged my furniture for me.

Also, Junior smells like a french fry. He has a little spot of cradle cap. Treatment generally involves baby oil, of which I have none. Not to be stopped, however, I used vegetable oil. 'Cause, why not? Worked well, too, except I can't get it out. I washed his hair like 4 times, and its still greasy. And he smells a little like a french fry, which is ok, because nom, nom, nom on those chubby cheeks anyway. He also looks a bit like we've put "Dapper Dan" in his hair.