Weekend

Some highlights from this weekend, starting with our wild Friday night, ending up with multiple tattoos for each Sooy Kid:

Saturday morning the kids requested blueberry pancakes - I thought it would be fun to mix it up and little, so I made an S-shaped pancake for Sean, who loved it:

And a C-shaped pancake for Clare...

...who did not like it - at all!

She wanted "regular circle pancakes" which I made in the next batch and she was a very happy girl again:

We cheered on Seany at his next-to-last soccer game of the season:

Mmmm....orange slices!

We played many games of chutes & ladders:

We raked leaves on Sunday.  Preschoolers are such great helpers!

And they jumped in the leaves, of course!

We played hide-and-seek at the playground - there are limited options for hiding places at the playground :-)

We ran errands after nap time on Sunday and ended up at Barnes & Noble - the kids put on a puppet show with two dragons, the Poky Little Puppy, Pinkalicious, Clifford, Pat the Bunny, and Pete the Cat, among other characters.

And here's a snippet of the show (I kept "shush-ing" so the kids would remember to use their "inside voices")

Odds n' ends

The other day Sean did his usual "I'm gonna sit on Baby Clare and squeeze her!" thing but instead of merely crying and fussing like she normally does, Baby Clare bit Sean - hard - on the cheek!  Poor Seanybear was so surprised, he started crying hysterically and was only consoled after Baby Clare was properly scolded (although a part of me was amused/impressed with Clare's sudden ability to stand up for herself against her big bro).

so blurry- always moving!

Yesterday (Tuesday) morning I heard Sean in his crib chatting while we were getting ready for work.  "Today is Monday - Daddy comes to get me on Monday and we go to school. On Thursday, Mommy will get me and we will go to school. After Thursday is Saturday! No school on Saturday! After Saturday is... is... these are the days of the week. Too many days of the week! (sob) Too many! Nooooo! (sob) Too many days of the week!" I felt compelled to check on him since his outlook seemed so gloomy, but he promptly switched gears and started to chat to his "friends" about the movie "Monsters Inc.": "You know Randall (the villian)? He's not a bad guy. He's my pet. He's far away now, but he will come here in the car to get me and we will go to see Sully and we have to find Boo...."  After hearing this, I felt free to continue my morning routine until Sean started to call out, "Mommy Daddy Mommy Daddy I need to go pottttttyyyyy!!!!!!!" Good job telling us, Sean!

"No, Mommy! No takin' pictures! No cheese!" Sorry Seany, but I just gotta get a snap of that sweet face :-)

Mad?

Baby Clare's foot joined us at dinner tonight. Sean squealed "We don't eat feet!" and we all giggled and/or squealed and then Sean's mood suddenly turned serious.

He asked, "Are you mad, mommy? Are you eyes gonna get dark and you point you finger?"

Oh man. Mad mommy-face. He nailed it.

You wouldn't like me when I'm angry...

I'm an angry lady these days.

I get mad at every single frickin' red light I hit on the one road that takes me from my house to the train station. I get mad at the other drivers on that one road who are in my way. I get mad at all the people on the train who are sitting, breathing, rustling newspapers, or yapping on their cell phones. I get mad at the conductor because he doesn't drive the train fast enough. And it goes on from there.

I googled "pregnant + anger" and found over 7 million websites that say this is perfectly normal - it's just hormones. Well, that's nice. What the frick do I do about it? Some suggestions include exercise (duh), hypnotherapy (?), deep breathing (yup), eating (okay, I suggested that one), thinking of something happy like puppies (yay!), and avoiding things that aggravate me (hahahahahahahaha).

BUT, I think I'm exaggerating (at least I hope I am). As quickly as I get mad, I'm fine again. Just fine, thank you. In fact, I'm great! How are you doing? Plus, I feel better having read that my angry times don't impact the baby at all. Now I can stop imagining that the baby will come out gnashing tiny, pointy teeth and shooting lasers out of little red eyes.

I think Thom John is handling my moods pretty well - right dear? RIGHT, DEAR? :-) He gives me hugs and feeds me snacks and I'm happy girl again. If only I could bring him to work to help me through the frustrating process of typing my stupid 12-character password to log on to my computer. Aaargh!