Sometimes I feel like I'm a contestant in some reality show about parenthood, testing to see if I can make it through each day. Every night I sigh with relief and say to myself 'I survived another day' and know that it's not my day to get voted off the show.
My parents came to visit this weekend and Michael and I took advantage of having babysitters and went to a baseball game in Pittsburgh (my husband is more than addicted to baseball...Cincy Reds...it's a severe obsession, he even bought Jack Cincy Reds diapers...personally I think if you're a huge fan you wouldn't want your infant to poop on your favorite team but what do I know). My parents fell in love with what a good baby Jack is, and the moment they left he cleared out his lungs. He must have been holding in those screams for the 24 hours my parents were visiting, hoping his good behavior would earn him a pony for Christmas. And all day today Morgan has been explaining what all Mimi is getting her for Christmas (I'm sure 99% of it is news to my mom...)
Morgan is picking up some awesome habits at preschool, like severe attitude, and asking 9093482302 billion questions about everything.
'where did the sun go?'
'behind the clouds.'
'because it was sleepy.'
'I DON'T KNOW! Because you asked so many questions you made it's brain explode!'
Jack has been secretly injected with some sort of growth hormone and is quickly turning into Baby Hulk. He's 3 months old wearing 6 month old clothes and his favorite activity is 'standing up' which is pretty hilarious because he looks like a little old man that lost his dentures.
Morgan is uber excited for Halloween...even though she doesn't really understand what it is. But after this year she'll understand it's the beginning of what I call 'fat season' (Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's Day, Easter) where it's candy candy candy for months. She is going to be Little Red Riding Hood this year. She picked it herself! She said it was either that or Rapunzel and personally I'm a little Disney Princessed OUT right now so I have really encouraged the LRRH idea. She has a really cute little dress and cloak. She wants Jack to be the Big Bad Wolf, but he's going to wear this adorable (and expensive...) skunk costume Morgan wore for her first Halloween 3 years ago (it's size 6-12 month but Baby Hulk can fit into it) so I'm trying to convince Morgan there's a Big Bad Skunk in the story but she's not really buying it...
Morgan's latest obsession is Play Doh. It keeps her so busy, like for an hour at a time, which makes Play Doh like squishy gold in my book. The only problem is that I let her play with it while I'm busy with Jack....and a bit ago I noticed the yellow container is empty...so I need to go on a Play Doh hunt. If my mission is a failure, I'll know to be expecting yellow poop tomorrow....