Friday, November 21, 2008

But I don't want to be too tired

I shouldn't really be blogging. Matt's wonderful and devoted parents arrive the day after tomorrow, so I should be cleaning, and there's a deal on turkey at Wegmans, so I should be in the shower and shoving us all in the car to go over there and avail myself, and its Friday so we should be doing school, and its nearly the weekend so I should be doing the bulletin....So blogging is the obvious choice.

We're trying to wean Romulus (see some previous post or other) off the bottle. Its ridiculous that our two year old and one year old are both wandering around with bottles hanging out of their mouths. Two days ago the two year old announced that he was 'Not A BABY!' so I replaced his bottle with a sippy cup and have been regretting it ever since. This morning he pried the pillow off my head and waved a bottle in my face, nodding his head and winking roguishly.

'No' I said.
'No,' I said, 'you can have milk in a sippy cup. You're a big boy'
'I not big boy, I not baby. No siccup. BOTTTLLLEEEEEE!'
'No,' I said.
This his brother, whom from henceforth I will call Alouiscious ('But I don't want to be called Alouiscious,' he said, crying. 'You'll be fine,' I said, 'you'll enjoy it') began to weep because his father left for Bible Study this morning without saying good bye to him.
'Will I ever say bye?'
'You say bye all the time.'
'Yes, but will I eeevvvveeeeer say bye?'

So I went to the doctor yesterday complaining of extreme fatigue.
He fairly laughed at me.
'Pray more' he said, 'and God will give you humility.'


Geri said...

Be careful what you pray for. I prayed for patience and God gave me an Altzheimer victim to care for for 5 1/2 years.

r said...

You could tell Alouiscious you'll switch it to Algernon (aka Earnest!) if he's really good. :P


laura said...

I've stopped praying for patience...each time I do I get pregnant!

Anonymous said...

It could be worse. You could be breast feeding.

KC said...

Your post made me smile this evening because a couple of years ago when my children were 1 and 2, I went to see my doctor. I was sure something was either physically or mentally wrong with me, but she too laughed and said I was just exhausted.

May God's peace surround you.

Polly said...

Haha! You and your kids crack me up, Reverend.