Dear Virus,

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I get it, you like us and you don’t want to leave. That’s understandable, we’re a fun group. We go to parks and we watch movies and we wrestle around the house on weekends. Sometimes we even have picnics or go to fancy restaurants. I get that you want to tag along, but you’re just not welcome anymore.

Four weeks is overstaying your welcome. At first, I thought you were just a cute little cold. I mean, what’s the big deal? One night up because of a fever, one runny nose and a few coughs here and there. But after the third Friday in a row where I was up the entire night (why is it always on Friday?), I decided I am done with you. And all of the members of my house agree.

I think Lucy would like to once again taste her food and maybe even smell it. I know I would like to spend my 2 a.m.’s sleeping and not cleaning up old hot dog bits that have been regurgitated on to the floor. And though Trent told me it was very sexy as I stood there half naked, covered in puke, attempting to start a bath, I think he may have been kidding.

So, Virus, I think we are officially ready for you to leave now. I did enjoy all the cuddling and the days spent in the big bed with Nemo, but it’s starting to get warm outside and I need to change out of my pajamas. So get out!

Yours,
Megan

What I’ve Been Waking Up To

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The baby has now learned how to take off her jammies and diaper in the morning if we’re not quick enough to get into her room right as she wakes up. It was a bit of a shock the first day, but now it’s just like, “Oh, look, Lu is naked again.” Similar to how I feel when Trent comes home from work. “Oh, look, Trent is naked again.” Must be genetic.

Naked Baby

It’s in the Cards

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Last weekend Trent decided to take a rare night off from work to hang out at home and get some projects done. The weather was unseasonally warm (which lasted only a day, I blame the groundhog) and we could actually sit out on our front porch in jeans and t-shirts instead of full ski gear. Trent spent part of the evening fixing the headlight on my car, and he kept telling me to come sit outside and keep him company. The house was a mess. The weather was just too nice to spend any time inside cleaning, so Lucy’s toys were everywhere. On my third trip out the front door, I again stepped over the mess, but this time I looked down, and something caught my eye.

Love Cards

Igloo lemon octopus vase elephant yarn ostrich umbrella to you too, honey!

How to Parent – Part 2

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I started a new job this week. You probably already knew this, but it needs to be reiterated before I tell the following story. I started a new job that is basically 3 steps above the job I was at previously in terms of responsiblity. On top of all of the extra responsibility, it’s a small office, so I don’t really have anyone to help me. Now, there are most definitely perks to this setup, as I would much rather just work instead of having someone breathing down my neck constantly, but it is absolutely more stressful than my last job. So when I’ve been getting home at night, I’ve been so exhausted that I just make a quick microwave Gerber meal for Lu and we plop down on the couch and stare mindlessly at the TV until bedtime. Of course, there is simultaneous coloring, reading, singing and dancing by the child, but I’m mostly a vegetable.

So what happened this morning shouldn’t be a big surprise. But man, it made me feel like total crap.

I’m sitting at my office when my cell rings. It’s Trent.

“Hello”

“Hi, what’s up.”

“Nothing, just working”

“Well, I have two things. First, Lucy has no socks in her sock drawer.”

“I know, they’re all downstairs by the dryer. They’re clean though.”

“OK, and also, when I went in to get Lucy this morning she was all wet and the bed was soaked.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, so I took off her PJs…and…honey, she didn’t have a diaper on.”

“Shit. Really?”

“Yup.”

“You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?”

“Nope. Never”

The Suess Massacre

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Lucy loves to read. In fact, she will usually leave a room with a TV in it to go read a book. That is, if said TV does not contain Elmo, because then all bets are off. She’ll go into her room, climb into her rocking chair, grab a book and sit there for 20 minutes at a time, reading to herself. And when I say reading, I actually mean babbling incoherently and violently turning pages. But it counts. And I love that she likes reading. I always loved to read as a kid, and was pretty good at it. I was three grades ahead in reading for my age, and all I remember was that meant I had to go sit in a room with giant 12 year olds when I was only 9 and it was the scariest thing ever. It makes me happy that this trait may have been passed on to Lu, and that someday she’ll spend hours in her room reading the Boxcar Children or the Babysitter’s Club books, or whatever is popular these days (are there Hannah Montana books?).

For her first Christmas, Trent informed me that he had bought a special present for Lu. Since he doesn’t do ANY of the Christmas shopping, I was surprised. But he was so proud of his purchase. A huge, Dr. Suess pop-up book. A little much for a six month old, but still, a wonderful gift. We kept it on a shelf and he would read it to her at bedtime every once and a while. But lately it is the ONLY book she wants to read at night. And let me tell you, this book is freaking annoying to read to a toddler. Because she wants to pull all the tabs and screw with every, single part and I just want to be like, “and the sneeches are sneeches, and no kind of sneech is the best on the beaches. The. End.”

One rule of the Dr. Suess book is that it must be put away after each reading, or else the child may try to read it alone, leading to the destruction of the beloved book. Well, someone (ahem, Trent, cough, cough) left the book out the other night, and after I realized I hadn’t heard anything from the child’s room in a good 20 minutes (a telltale sign of trouble), I went in to check on her. And found this…

Before:
Before the Massacre

After:
The Book

Suess Killer

Pieces

Suess Car
OK, dude, what are you smiling at?!

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