David has this little chair that props him up and it is so flippin’ cute.  He looks like a little old man.

David’s little smiles melt my heart and I’m secretly relieved every time that he accomplishes the baby milestones on time or early in spite of the fact that he does not get a fraction of the attention that Delaney did.  But, as my ever-wise mother always points out, he gets a “different kind of attention”.  Namely, attention from his older sister.  In fact yesterday, Delaney was putting on a show for him in the kitchen.  She was jumping and flailing and yelling “David, Laney JUMP!”  All of sudden, I froze when I heard the laughter of a grown man.  I was sure we were home alone.  Then I heard it again – a deep, deep laugh.  I suddenly realized that it was David laughing his very first out loud laugh.  Delaney was cracking him up!  It was a sweet moment that instantly erased all the midnight feedings and incision pain thus far.  It’s amazing how nature takes care of that!

Ahhh, the beauty of blogging.  How else could you get a picture of the men in your life in bed on the World Wide Web (remember when they called it the Information Superhighway?).  I love this picture because David looks so cute and Jonathan looks so drunk.

 

I just was reminded of something I wanted to write about.  EATING.  I have been noticing a trend of dieting/anorexic girls on Xanga who just write lists of the things they eat throughout the day and it usually only consists of gum and lots of Diet Coke.  This is repulsive.  It makes me so sad and angry.  And it seems very widespread.  So, just in case some impressionable teen girls come across my blog, I want to make a list of everything I’ve eaten today to show that you need to eat actual food.  Lots of it.  Every day.

For the record, I’m not a fatty. I’m 5′ 7″ and weigh 130 pounds.  I’m 6 months pregnant in my profile picture – so don’t use that as a reference.

Here’s my “food diary” for today (keep in mind it is only 3:45 pm so I am nowhere near done eating.) I’m just gearing up – “priming the pump” as my friend Monica would say.

Breakfast:

1 whole entire grapefruit, two fried eggs with 3 slices of cheese on a slice of wheat toast, glass of OJ and 2.5 cups of coffee

Snack:

Granola bar

Lunch:

Turkey and cheese sandwich with mustard.  Two handfuls of “Quakes” chips, water and half of Delaney’s PB&J.

Snack:

Several handfuls of m&m’s

Second Lunch:

A big piece of Chicken Pot Pie left over from last night.

I guess I should note here that I am nursing, which requires that you eat an extra 500 calories.  But still girls, please eat.

 I’ve been so busy lately that I’ve gotten out of the habit of blogging.  So, now I can’t think of anything to blog about.  Delaney hasn’t done anything funny lately.  Well, she’s done plenty of crazy stuff, but I can just never find the camera.  Instead, I think I’ll post one of these things I just got:

Jobs I have had in my life:

 

1.  Ice Cream Scooper

2.  Waitress

3.  Copier paper replenisher at the Ithaca College Library

4.  Spanish translator at a Korean restaurant

5.  Rogan’s Girl

6.  Librarian

7.  Advertising executive

 

Four movies I would watch over and over:

1. Pride & Prejudice (the Colin Firth version)

2. Bridget Jones’ Diary

3. The Natural

4. Fried Green Tomatoes

 

Places I have lived:

1. Lebanon, ME

2. Ithaca, NY

3. Seville, Spain

4. Yardley, PA

5. Portsmouth, NH

6. Dover, NH

 

Four TV shows I enjoy:

1. The Office

2. The Sopranos

3. West Wing

4. The Office

 

Four places I have been on vacation:

1. Europe

2. Cuernavaca

3. Morocco

4. Long Island (for real, I went there on Spring Break once)

 

Four web sites I visit daily or regularly:

1. Xanga

2. Google

3. Babycenter.com

4. Hotmail

 

Four of my favorite foods:

1. Shrimp Tempura Maki

2. Rock Shrimp Ravioli from Little Louie’s

3. Anything Mexican

4. Pizza

 

Four places I would rather be right now:

1.  sleeping

2.  southern Spain

3.  skiing at Alta

4.  Hawaii

 

Four best books I ever read:

1. The Catcher in the Rye

2. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

3. Monkeys by Susan Minot

4. In the Time of the Butterflies

 

 

Uh yeah – still reading this. Over and over.

Yes, I am currently reading “Curious George goes to the Hospital”.  OVER and OVER and OVER.  I know parents always complain about reading the same book a lot, but this is ridiculous.  I literally read it five times in a row and before the last page even turns, Delaney is yelling “MORE AGAIN MOMMY!” at the top of her lungs. 

So today, at 2:15, after having read “Curious George goes to the Hospital” I think 17 times already this morning I told Delaney the book was broken.  I pretended to be struggling and not able to open the cover.  I even huffed and puffed and then said, “Yeah, sorry, it’s broken”.  I felt bad, but I knew I would go crazy if I had to read that book for one more second.  In my defense, I tried to read “Curious George goes to the Ice Cream Shop” and “Curious George goes to the Toy Store” but they would not do. 

I know this may seem trivial to other people.  But try reading a very long children’s book over and over, and then enduring tantrums and kicking when you’ve finally read the book so much it “breaks”.

I really wish she’d get more into the ABC book from the ’70s that my mom saved from my childhood.  It’s great because it is so un-PC.  It has “G is for Gun” and “I is for Indian” among others.  Too funny.

 

 

About 10 years ago, my aunt gave me a set of Warner Brothers 1974 cups and each had a different picture of Bugs Bunny, Wile E Coyote, etc.  I assumed they were worth some money so I moved them from place to place, state to state, apartment to apartment, house to house.  They would keep turning up and I’d yell at Jonathan not to touch them, break them, throw them out or try to sell them (he sold my vintage 70′s Raggedy Ann Lunch Box at a yard sale for 25 cents – when the price tag I put on it said $25 dollars!)  But now, I’ve moved on from yard sales to eBay.  Unfortunately, I only got one bid so the glasses only sold for $.99 and I just guessed on the mailing costs.  To make a long story short, the glasses were not worth crap and I ended up PAYING some woman in Virginia about 50 cents to take these glasses off my hands after schlepping them all over the country for the past decade.  UGH.

To cheer myself up, I decided to cook my dear dad a birthday cake.  Delaney helped and then while she napped, I frosted it.  It was a good cake, and I was particulary proud of my frosting job.  I also was proud of my bright idea of storing the cake in the oven so that Delaney would not see it when she woke up and beg for a piece all afternoon.  Still high on the fact that I was able to bake a cake and take care of two kids, I got a little cocky when I was looking in the refrigerator.  There was a lonely chicken breast and I thought “OH – I’ll just cook this up and make some chicken salad so we don’t waste this solitary piece of chicken”.  Turned the oven on pre-heat and went about my business.  About 7 minutes later there was black smoke pouring out of the oven, a horrible smell and the smoke alarm woke Delaney up.  Sure enough, I had forgotten the stupid cake in there and the frosting melted EVERYWHERE.  Total mess.  Luckily, the cake still tasted good. 

I figured it was blog-worthy to write that I have several titanium screws in my upper jaw.  I had to get an x-ray of my head on Tuesday (long story) and I had TOTALLY forgotten that I have these screws (again, long story).   It kind of made me jump at first. God, I used to tell strangers on the street about them and spend sleepless nights worrying about the screws coming loose or the titanium disintegrating before I died or forgetting to tell the attendant before I got an MRI.  But now it’s like – “Holy Crap! What are those things in my head!!!???!”

If I was not so lazy, I’d scan the x-ray and post it.  It is cool.

Instead, I’ll post this picture of what I discovered Delaney doing right after I congratulated myself on her “playing quietly upstairs alone” while I was working. 

She’s in the big mimicking phase right now.  And apparently she thinks I put lipstick on like a clown.  I don’t know who she is mimicking by putting the lipstick on the toilet seat, probably her father….