Shave and a Haircut

Well, a haircut, at least. We did it, we finally got the boy a haircut. Now maybe people will know he is a boy. Though, thankfully, he still has his curls. They just aren't as unruly. I held it together well. I thought I might cry. Here are some pictures:

"You're doing what?!"

He wasn't too thrilled with the process.

On the other hand, he was very thrilled with the lollipop.

5 Foods To Eat Before You Die

I saw this "meme"* on another blog and for some reason I find myself thinking about it at night when I should be sleeping. (Although, lately, I am not allowed to sleep, apparently...) I guess it stems from my obsesson with food. I do love to eat. I don't think I have "food issues" though. Anyway, I digress...

1. Lobster - preferably eaten with melted butter, in NewEngland, outside, in the summer. The deliciousness is the reward for the hard work and messiness. Oh, that's another thing, you must be responsible for getting the meat out yourself, none of this sissy pre-shelled crap.

2. Lobster Tail Pastry - not related at all to the lobster in #1. This is a pastry from Mike's Pastry shop in the North End. I don't know, they might be made in other places, too, but as far as I am concerned, Mike's is the only place. Here's a description if you are interested. How wonderful, indeed! Basically, it is a light, crusty shell in the shape of a lobster tail, filled with a little bit of heaven. If you want to score points with me, buy me a lobster tail.

3. Cheese Pizza from Pizzeria Regina - Also in the North End. (The mall versions are NOT the same). Thin crust, yummy sauce, perfect amount of cheese. Get some!

4. Mama's Meat Sauce - I need to have something homemade on here. My mom makes the best spaghetti sauce. (Don't ask Joel, though. He disagrees!) Preferably served on ziti with lines.

Only one more! How do I choose?!

5. Ben and Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie - There are whole Oreos in this ice cream! Love it!

So, those are my five. I'm sure I could come up with a new five every week. I showed you mine, now you show me yours!

* What exactly is a meme? I looked it up, but the definition didn't help.

S.O.S

Save Our Sleep!! Please, we are desperate!

For the past two nights, Oliver has been unable to stay asleep. Saturday night he was awake (and screaming) from midnight to 4 am. Lastnight, he was up from 11:00 to probably 1:30 or 2:00. I stopped looking at the clock. I can't figure it out - he seems like he is afraid of something. He also seems to be getting a stuffy nose. Maybe that wakes him up and then he is afraid to be alone. I ended up camping out on his floor lastnight until he was asleep. Not fun. What is also not fun is trying to be civil to my husband when we are operating on no sleep. I'm pretty sure it is just separation anxiety and the cure is a good dose of tough love, but that's not as easy as it sounds. At the moment he is in his room crying because I left. It breaks my heart, but he's got to learn to go to sleep. Hear me, Oliver? Go. To. Sleep.

Morgan, You Need These

Oliver had a mission the other day. He decided to pick up the pile of stuff on the floor in his room...

and deposit it on his baby sister. He was so serious and determined about it.

Poor Morgan wasn't too thrilled. I wonder what Oliver was thinking.

Disappointment

WARNING: This blog contains massive amounts of complaining, whining and self-pity. Read at your own risk!

Well, I did not get the job at the library. I am really bummed out. It seemed like the perfect job for me. I think I would have loved it. I also think I put too much weight on the importance of getting it. There were so many possibilities that came with it: the possibility of an extra paycheck, the possibility of better health insurance, the possibilty of getting out of the house for a little bit, the possibility of making new friends, did I mention the paycheck... Anyway, it is back to the drawing board now. This really sucks. My original plan was to call the library back and see if there are any other openings there, but now I don't even want to go there again. I think I'll get over that, though. I do need to find something else FAST. Our finances are crashing down on us now. Everything is catching up with us...if we don't do something soon many cancellations will be upon us. I just feel so useless not having a job right now when that is really what my family needs. UGH!

Blame It On The Moon

Full moon lastnight. It wreaked havoc on our evening. I do think it affects people somehow. I should research that... Anyway, Oliver went down without incident, but Morgan was rotten! I woke her (BIG mistake) at 8:15 to give her a final feeding and change her and put her jammies on hoping that she would fall right back to sleep. She seemed droopy while I was feeding her so I held her a bit and then put her in her bed. She has been trying to roll and was getting all of her practice in, it seems. Then she would pull out her binky and cry. It was so frustrating! Finally after an hour or so of trying to get her to go to sleep on her own, I realized that something was wrong, this was not normal going to sleep troubles. She didn't even fall asleep in our bed! So, I moved her legs, trying to get out any gas, patted her back trying to get out any burps, rocked her, snuggled her...nothing. Finally, she pooped. So, on goes the light, change the diaper, try again in the cradle. Still no sleep, much crying. Now, I am getting super tired. So, I brought her out to the living room and put her in her bouncy seat and bounced her to sleep.
10:30 pm - Morgan asleep.
12:00 am - Oliver wakes up screaming. Scared the poop outta me and I flew into his room. Nothing was obviously wrong, no injuries or scary men in the shadows. I think he must have been dreaming because he kept pointing and grunting. (I can't wait for him to talk!) We rocked a bit, walked into the living room and got his stuffed dog, rocked some more, I put him in the crib and he rolled over and waved to me and back to sleep he went. My heart was still racing from being startled out of my sleep and it took me a few hours to finally fall back asleep. (Funny side note, when Oliver woke up, Joel came into his room to see if he was ok. This morning I mentioned it to Joel and he had no idea what I was talking about. Must be nice...)
2:30 am - Mommy goes back to sleep
4:00 am - Morgan wakes up to eat. Thankfully she goes right back to sleep.
5:30 am - Joel's alarm goes off and I am in charge of hitting the snooze button a bazillion times until he decides to get up.
6:00 am - Mommy goes back to sleep.
6:10am - Joel comes back in to the house and reports that our debit card has been deactivated. Money sucks! So, I am up for the day. Trying to figure out what to do. Willing the library to call me and tell me I have a job and I start NOW and get paid tomorrow. Waiting sucks, too.
So, now both babies are napping and I suppose I should be too. I'm afraid I won't want to wake up when they are ready, so I will stay awake hoping that tonight will go a bit smoother.

Heavenly

The past few days with my babes have been so much fun. My parents are away so I have their car for the week. (Mine has been broken all summer with no fundage to fix it...) It has been so nice to pack them up and go wherever we want, whenever we want, without feeling like we are imposing on Grammie to give us a ride. Not that Grammie minds seeing her babies every day! On Wednesday we went to the play ground. Oliver had fun in the sandbox while some little girls gazed at and patted Morgan. They were enthralled by her. Then, I made a really healthy dinner which Oliver and Joel both ate and liked! I felt like SuperMom. Then yesterday, we went to a Farmers' Market in Cohasset. What fun! It was a perfect late summer day. Warm, with a teeny little nip in the air - not enough to make you uncomfortable though. The large common was teeming with people and fresh fruits and veggies. We bought corn, zucchini, green beans, strawberries, carrots and raspberries. We sat on the grass eating the raspberries and listening to the live music. Oliver layed down and pointed at all the airplanes that flew by. He would try to run away so I would catch him and tickle him. Morgan cooed happily from her little seat. It was just one of those times that I wish I could bottle and open up again and again. I'm sure it will be one of my favorite memories when I am old and lonely for my baby days again.