stuff best described as not safe for parents, yet another pregnancy scare

I really really really want more babies

Yes, you heard right. I want another (few more) of those snuggly little humans that scream all night and poop all the time. I am fully aware of the fact that it’s a severe case of the momnesia kicking in but BABIES! All sweet and cuddly and warm and cute and nice-smelling. I really want some more. Soon.

Over dinner today, I casually dropped the question on the husband.

Me: Hows your noodles?

Kel: Pretty good. Want some?

Me: I was thinking that 5 kids would be nice. All the kids running around the house, so awesome, right?

Kel: Very awesome. Sure, we can do 5.

Me: Like soon?

*This is the point he starts turning a bit pale.

Kel: Soon… like in another 3 years, just like we discussed, remember?

Me: Mmm, how about a little earlier, like 1 and a half?

*At which point he stops eating his noodles completely. By now, his color is best described as ashen.

Kel: Haha, you’re kidding right? Good one.

Me: Actually I’m serious. I think we can handle it. 2 more babies back to back, we’ve done it before, no problem.

Kel: I think you should read your own archives from July last year. You need to get rid of this momnesia before it escalates out of control.

Me: I was totally overreacting last year, all that postpartum hormones. And just think of 5 kids! We’ve even got names already.

Kel: I’m going home to print out the archives and paste them on the wall.

The rest of that conversation went something like 5 KIDS SO FUN! blah blah blah THEY WILL PLAY TOGETHER! blah blah blah THEY CAN ALL BE BEST FRIENDS! blah blah blah ECONOMIES OF SCALE! blah blah blah BABY SMELL! TINY BOOTIES! DISNEYLAND! I WANT BABIES!!!

I obviously drowned out the part about “SWOLLEN ANKLES, GINORMOUS ASS, OMG 27 HOURS OF LABOR, EPISIOTOMY, POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION, SCREAMING BABY, SORE NIPPLES…”

Finally, Kel was all like “you do realize we’ll have even less of a life than we have now, and I’m not even sure if that’s possible. I’ll have to take on 3 more jobs and come back just in time for the middle-of-the-night feed while you shuffle around like a bad-tempered zombie. Postpartum, you’ll be crabby and upset and stressed out and we’ll never have another moment of peace and quiet for the next 5 years. Or sleep, for that matter.”

I nodded. “But sure babe, if you think we’re ready, then let’s make another baby. *boom-chica-wow-wow* But we’ll have to give it another year and a half before we start trying ok. You know we’re not going to need a lot of time to try.”

And that is why I’m so in love with this man.

picture perfect

My two-year-old professional photographer

I was messing around with the camera as usual when Tru started insisting that he wanted to take photos as well. Of course I told him he was too young and he didn’t know how and the camera was only for adults. Then he had to go and ask me nicely like “Mommy can I have the camera please, please? Truett take pictures!” So to prove my point, I put him on the bed and strapped him up and said “See, Truett doesn’t know how” and to prove his point, he located the shutter button, brought the DSLR up to he eyes and started snapping.

Ok so the pictures looked real artistic, with a horrendous close up of my arm and half an eye but he was all like “SEE TRUETT TAKE PICTURES OF MOMMY!” I should have known better than to tell him he didn’t know how to do something. He is my boy after all.

Oh and in case you’re wondering, I took the photos of him taking photos of me with my iPhone 4.

lists you should paste on your fridge

Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who’s the peepeeiest of them all?

Baby girl is starting to pick up words and guess what’s her favorite word these days? PEEPEE (which is her way of saying pretty, not that she wants to pee). While pointing to herself vigorously for emphasis.

I never thought having a girl was going to be so different from having a boy but it is.

So here’s how you know you’ve got a girl on your hands. Well, I suppose you can just go straight to checking those girly bits to be sure but then where’s the fun in that?

1. They’ve got to pick their own clothes, usually something pink with flowers or strawberries or rainbows or snowflakes or candy canes.

I used to think that it was a matter of conditioning, where girls end up liking pink because everyone told them that it was a girly color but that’s really a myth. See, since she was born, I’ve been dressing Kirsten in Tru’s hand-me-downs at home which is made up of mostly blues and yellows. But that doesn’t stop her from going pink-crazy every time she sees a pink dress with flowers in the store. “Peepee, peepee” she says, telling me that I should get it for her.

2. They milk every ounce of pain sympathy from daddy.

Baby girl has got it figured out that she gets extra love and attention when she’s in pain so she deliberately knocks her head on the wooden bars of her cot and goes “pain pain, bwahhh…painnnnnnn”, knowing that daddy will rush to pick her up and smother her with kisses.

3. Their idea of being cheeky is throwing cornflakes on the floor.

She gives me an I’m-trying-hard-to-be-cheeky look whenever she does something mildly naughty but never goes all out because deep down inside, she really wants to be good. I don’t have the heart to tell her that throwing cornflakes doesn’t even make it into the top 10 list of things her brother has done to make me lose my marbles.

4. They let you hug and kiss them for as long as you want.

My favorite baby girl time of the day is when she just wakes up from her afternoon nap. She’ll look all pleased with herself as I squeeze her tight and kiss her a thousand times. Then she’ll snuggle on my lap to read books and listen to me talk about stuff for a good 30 minutes. I’ve never gone more than 2 minutes with Tru on my lap.

5. Shoes and bags. Mostly just shoes for now.

All my life, I’ve never owned more than 3 pairs of shoes at any one time – 1 pair of birkis, 1 pair of trainers and 1 pair of black work shoes. I’ve never seen the fuss about shoes but I tell the husband that at some point, I will have a walk-in shoe cabinet filled with shoes to make up for all the shoes I’ve been missing out on and they will likely be called Manolos and Louboutins. Baby girl already has 8 pairs and counting. And she know exactly where they are kept so she’ll go try them out and parade around in them whenever she’s bored at home.