The Making of M.O.M.

This morning some amazing women at our church are watching copious amounts of preschoolers to that we "young moms" can have a Mother's Morning Out. Is that not ridiculously amazing?

Guess what my morning out is consisting of (other than writing this post and the Snickers I'm currently devouring like it's my last morsel of food)?

House cleaning.

Yes, I'm serious.

I figured that this might be the LAST time that I will have a chance to clean my house, without my children present for a very, very, very long time. And, especially before the baby gets here. And, since I pretty much confessed yesterday that my floors rivaled those the Waffle House I figured I could use a good 3.5 hours alone in my house with just the mop, broom and windex.

It's been a productive morning. Productive enough to make my lower back hurt like it's not hurt in a long time and my kitchen and dining room floors look 75x better than they did just an hour ago.

I swept up a pile of dirt and hair so large that I wondered if maybe I wasn't mistakenly sweeping off our back patio and then I snapped to reality and remembered it was, in fact, from underneath my table.

It was disgusting y'all. Utterly disgusting.

And now I just remembered the booster seat in our laundry room sink that MUST be cleaned before I pick up my brood of children in 45 minutes. So, I'm off to deal with all things nasty.

But, before I do I would greatly appreciate it if you all would go to this old post of mine and read it because tomorrow I will have a related post and it just will make no sense if you don't go read that other one first.

Or don't and be in the dark. Either way, I'm blogging about a neti-pot tomorrow and I can assure you even watching that video link on the old post will cause you a chuckle or five.

Hey y'all. Hope you had a nice, relaxing, long weekend. We sure did. This week will prove to be full of stuff, once more, and we are now only 7 weeks away from Baby!

Holy moly. I should probably begin nesting. But, as I told the girls in my Bible Study group last night, I'm not a natural-born housekeeper. I wish I was, but I'm not. So, I'll probably wait until 2 weeks before this Baby is due and dig out 1 boy outfit, 1 girl outfit, the bassinet parts that go on our portable crib and all the things necessary for a new baby.

I should probably also look into getting some new tubes and bottles for my breast pump. Aren't you glad I'm making this post into a checklist of things I need to do? Glad we are in this together.

Today I take Aaron and Elizabeth to the dentist. Elizabeth LOVES the dentist and Aaron, well, I'm sure he'll continue his current attitude of "touchmeandIwillscreamlikeabanshee" for the duration of the visit.

I think his terrible 2's have officially begun. He is the PICKIEST eater and by picky I mean he eats all of 1 thing at dinner then refuses the rest and screams until you acknowledge his disapproval of the other foods.

So, most nights dinner time is a battle. Which I loathe. Because this ain't the Waffle House and Momma ain't a short order cook so you eat what is cooked already or you go hungry.

Call me mean. That's the way we roll.

(And by "this ain't the Waffle House" I intend to imply that I don't cook what you want on demand. The floors of my house may or may not be exactly like the Waffle House. I'm not sayin'.)

The crazy part is that he usually likes EVERYTHING on his plate, yet eats only one thing and rejects the rest. Starches are his favorite. If there is bread withing a 6 mile radius of our table he will scream and abandon all other foods demanding ONLY BREAD FOR DINNER.

Which does not fly with me. At all.

Ahhhh, I love todderhood.

Yes, my 2nd son is proving to be more stubborn that my 1st son. Even though I was sure that Lucas was the most stubborn child on the planet at 2 years old. Guess I was wrong. I've determined that since Aaron has little-to-no control over anything in his life, he chooses to exercise his "perceived" authority at meal times and when I change his diaper. I use the term "perceived" loosely here because truly he has no authority over either of those situations either.

Good thing he's super cute and has big, blue eyes that melt my heart or he'd be in BIG, BIG trouble.

Mmmkay, I think I'm done rambling for today. Except I still need to mention that I plan on responding to your name suggestions soon, so be on the look out. If you care. And if not, then don't look out and I'll post my opinions anyway.

Good day.