dear verizon :

what with hurricane irene and all here on the east coast the redbox has been cleaned out and we have to rely on the bull shit that is verizon's flex view. i think we might watch the lincoln lawyer tonight, but we thought we would check out some documentaries just in case we could get edumacated for a change. turns out verizon wants to help us with their brilliant choices for documentaries. behold, the print screen :

move over, you pretenders, indeed. stay dry. 



let me just start off by saying - these last 10 pounds are totally kicking my ass. losing these last 10 pounds is made more difficult because my children do not like to eat things that are only vegetables. ge likes things like chips and chunk's favorite food is mac and cheese, and my will and power are weak. i am a weak, weak person. plus, i am a person that indulges during stressful times and having 2 children with strong personalities makes things stressful at times. hence, a potato chip here and there more often than not. damn. 10 pounds.

chunky is officially pretty much walking and loving every step. her sleep patterns are a lot like one of those posters where you have to focus your eyes to see the picture - i think they call them optical illusions. she is still stubborn, still loud, and finds hitting people with objects across the face to be a hilarious daytime activity. my favorite thing she does is crawl over to me, stand up, crawl into my lap, and bury her head into my chest. buried deep within her chaos is sweetness. sort of like a cupcake that will burn your mouth when you eat it. a hot, delicious cupcake.

ge is brilliant, controlling, and full of crazy imagination play ideas that are a lot of fun and occasionally confusing. he and his dad play carnival a lot where his dad makes up these crazy "games" that he wins for prizes (random toys from his room), and he often will walk up to me during the afternoon and say, "mom, let's play that game where we stand and then there is a ball and things happen and yay! prizes." so i try to recreate, but mostly i just fail, and he ends the games with, "you're just not good at this like dad." but i am better than him at mario. and cooking. and i am always right - so there. i am pretty sure the little man is finally going through a growth spurt because all he wants to do right now is consume and that is so not like him. who knows - maybe one day he will actually grow into new clothes. for now we are celebrating the cost cut that comes with him being in 3t clothes for another winter. yay for clothes recycle!

we have a busy september coming up and i am filled with the need to clean. my mother-in-law is coming into town over labor day to meet her grand-daughter for the first time and explore philly for the first time. the other grand parents are coming in for chunk's first birthday and we are having a big ass celebration of family goodness proportions. chunk and her cousin share their birth-day and we are going to eat extra cake and food to celebrate. like i said, damn you 10 pounds!



chunk said her first word round 4:30 am this morning. what was most impressive about chunk's first word was that it was so well crafted that it seemed like her first sentence. she had woken up for her normal early morning hour bottle, one that i usually take her into the kitchen to make, but since her dad was also awake i left her in bed with him so i could navigate the darkness and make the morning bottle with two hands. sweet convenience. i made it roughly three steps out of our bedroom door when, much to my surprise, chunk screamed "MAMA!" and the way she screamed it you could almost see the full sentence of feelings hanging in the air - "you get your bitch ass back here and take me with you or i will make you pay, mama." and i did. because i am terrified of her. 

the miniature dictator can pack quite a punch in that little voice of hers. she likes to complain, a lot, and knows how to work a tantrum the second she doesn't get exactly what she wants. she has beautiful dimples that shine through so cutely when she is happy. she loves to shake her head back and forth for comedic effect. she loves to clap her hands and celebrate little moments - especially the ones where she pulls off something evil, like stealing her brother's favorite toys away from him. she is starting to laugh more, still wants to snuggle constantly, and maintains a solid routine that will create a world of chaos if disrupted. she is a challenging baby, but she is so worth every second of it. 

this has been a long month + for us. work hasn't especially been kind to the husband and the heat hasn't been kind to the kids and i. it feels like we have been in one giant transition month with the kids learning this or that about themselves and how to manipulate those around them. chunk and ge are very different children and that can, at times, come with a bit of a challenge. ge likes order and structure and chunk likes to destroy those things. ge has to give a lot during the day, so during chunk's naps i set aside special time for us to play trains, read a book, paint, etc. so he gets some time in with me that doesn't involve a giant 10 month old baby smashing and eating everything in sight. we are trying to find a balance, but sometimes that takes time. i guess. i mean, that's what i am hoping.

ge is finally eating. he is still a vegetarian, save for chicken nuggets, but he is actually eating three meals a day and asking for food. he has been such a shitty eater his entire life so it is nice to hear the words, "mom, i am hungry." he can count to 15, knows all of his uppercase letters, is working on his lowercase, knows all of his colors and the basic shapes (we are working on hexa/penta/wtfagons). if you ask him what some words start with (mom, papa, daddy, ball) he can tell you. i was hoping to have him reading soon, but the lowercase letters are really stressing him out for some reason. i don't know if we should have started with those. he works hard on those things and is such a good learner. kiddo has an amazing sense of humor and loves to learn new words and phrases. one of my favorite phrases he says is, "no waaaayyyy!" he often says this after a word or phrase is said that he doesn't know and will be all like, "campaign finance reform, no waaayyyy!"

our days are never boring and our nights are never exciting. most nights by 8 pm i am so exhausted that i am ready to collapse. i love it - i love them. i wouldn't trade these years for anything.