Taking out the trash...

This child of mine has become downright helpful. Now that she understands everything I tell her or ask her, she really is a little helper. Just this morning, we were headed out to the gym and I realized I only had one diaper in my bag. I asked Ada to go into her room and get one diaper. Would you believe she actually did it?! I said, "Ada, can you go get me one diaper?" She said, "Diaper?" and marched right into her room, took a diaper out of the dresser and brought it to me. She can also take certain things such as baking sheets and pots and pans out of the dishwasher and put them in their proper drawers without being asked. And the child cannot stand for a door or drawer to be left open even a little. This comes in extremely handy since I have inherited my father's inability to close either. I can also keep her busy for hours by asking her to take things to the trash can one item at a time.

The realization of this had made the idea of having 2 children barely under the age of 2 a little more bearable for me. For those who don't know, I've been, while certainly excited, mostly terrified at the idea of having an infant and managing a toddler all at once. I can't even really talk about it because I know there's not a lot I can do to prepare; I'll just have to adjust once Cashew arrives.

Speaking of Cashew, he/she is growing and developing just great so far. We had a second sonagram last week and everything seems to be in order. As promised, Kyle & I declined to learn the sex of Cashew even though our doctor was trying to tempt us. He even went so far as to tell us that the DVD he sent us home with contained enough evidence for us to find out of we were so inclined. Just for the record, curiosity got the best of me so I studied it a little further and I still have no idea. Anyhow, all is in order for a July 11th (ish) arrival and we are excited. While visiting some close friends in the hospital last week with their new baby, I realized how fun it will be to have a teeny tiny one around the house again.


Thanks for all your help, baby girl. Things are about to get a lot busier for us both in a few short months!

Worst Mom of the Day Award...

I think I pretty much reigned this in yesterday. Chalk it up to pregnancy brain, but yesterday was just on of those days where you don't do anything right.

It started with Ada maybe or maybe not getting into a bottle of baby Motrin while I was putting her hair in pigtails for the first time. Don't ask me how, all I know is you literally can't stop watching these kids for even a moment. However, many of you will be relieved to know, according to Poison Control, a 25lb. child can ingest an entire bottle of baby Motrin and it will at most cause her an upset stomach.

So then, I packed her lunch for school but apparently walked out of the house without it. I my defense, she usually carries her own lunchbox to the car, so its not that abnormal. Anyway, I told her teachers that I would run to Chick-Fil-A after my 9:00 meeting and bring her back something. So I did.

Then, 5 minutes after I left, they called to say Ada had a blowout in her diaper (likely a side effect from the Motrin) and had no spare clothes to change into. This, of course, because her Mommy forgot to make sure they had some for her at school. So I finally decided to just go pick her up, go home and lay low so I could inflict as little damage as possible on the general public and my family. And all of this on my birthday.

Anyhow, later in the afternoon, I decided I just couldn't stand her hair hanging in her face while it is not clipped back any longer and this child needed bangs. A risky endeavor, especially on a day where I seemed to be screwing everything else up, but I was determined.

And I must say, despite all the other catastrophes for the day, this one turned out quite well. She definately looks like a big girl now, but at least we can see her pretty eyes all the time!