How Not to Kill Your Child Chapter 7

Master the art of typing with one hand....

Hello all. I decided this weekend to attempt a blog with all my ramblings. Maybe this way they will stay organized in case I ever write a book ...doubtful, but at least I can find everything in one place.

I saw a few friends over the weekend that mentioned I hadn't done one of these in awhile. My response was that Emma was being a good girl....however she now has a brother!

For those of you who do not know, Nathan has some issues with pooping. Seriously, what is with my kids and poop? Anyway he will not go for about 36 hours and spends about 24 of them grunting and miserable. Unfortunately we have to "help" him along at times to make the misery end and then you get the mother load each time. FUN FUN FUN here in Moussally land. So he eats, sleeps and screams for most of the day. I was awakened at 2:30 AM this morning to said grunting and fussing. However each time I got out of bed he was sleeping through it...makes one of us. Feeding time wasn't for another couple hours, so I gave it at 3:45 and cuddled on the couch with my little man. Needless to say his sleep was fitful and I would wake every few minutes to put the pacifier back in his mouth. Up and time to eat at 7 and then I spent the rest of the day trying to get off the couch. Nathan had different ideas and each time he was put down would scream uncontrollably until I picked him up again thinking he was gassy or something. Ummm NOPE just wanted Mommy.

Finally the poor kid poops and I am like hallelujah I can finally get a break. My back and neck are killing me. Again, not so much. Nathan screaming then prompts Emma to scream for me to come get him and all hell just breaks loose. I often dream of locking myself in the bathroom and hiding in the shower until they both forget I am there....no such luck, Em is too smart. Carolyn called at 11 and then again at 2 and wanted to know why everything sounded the same as it did 3 hours ago! So since my running for Mom of the Year ended a long time ago I decided to do some laundry while my 6 week old laid on top of the "in use" dryer. He was happy as could be. Later on I let him scream for 15 minutes straight and let Em "watch" him, which consists of shoving the pacifier in his mouth and read him stories. Well he calmed down for about 10 minutes so I was psyched. I just put him down to type this about 5 minutes ago and he is working himself into a dither again. Fabulous. Looks like something microwaveable for dinner since Phil is working late and I am about ready to drop from exhaustion.....gotta go pry the preschooler off the infant now.

Ciao

PS. Thank God for Facebook....it only requires minimal typing! Although I suck at Scramble with one hand.