Intruder in our house

For those that follow me on Twitter, you may have seen my comments.

If you've seen me in person, you may have noticed that I'm a little bit more on edge.

Our house is no longer safe.  There is a breech in the force field around our home.

They've broken in...

They've stolen our serenity...

Do what I want - not what I'm asking: Stream of consciousness Sunday

I've read weeks of Stay at Home Babe's and All Things Fadra's stream of consciousness Sunday entries. This week's SAHB post pushed me to another post...and both inspired me to sit for 5 min while Babygirl played to write this. It is harder than one would think to NOT hit the backspace and correct your mistakes when the little red squiggle pops up. Next time, I'll write in "Notebook" so you can all see how HORRIBLE my typing/spelling/grammar really is!

I'm a difficult person to get along with. (ending first sentence with preposition...way to go)

The closer I let a person get to me -- the more they become familiar with thtat fact.

The three people that are most familiar with my difficult-to-handle status are my husband, daughter, and stepson.

6 week weigh-in

So this is my 6 week check in during my 8 week fitness overhaul lead by How Does She Do It Mom's lovely Carrie.

Since the last weigh-in on December 23 - Christmas Day and New Years have both come and gone.

My family did things a little differently this year when it came to the holidays, and my Dad's family offered brunch and my Mom's family only had a plate of cookies served. No meal. Boy does that help! No plates and plates of dinner followed by desserts and then leftovers.  I had to refuse the homemade cookie box from my aunt and grandma this year. It was hare to say "no" on a sentimental level, but I know if I have sweets in the house...I eat them. They just split the goods across everyone else, so no waste.

Murphy's Law of Co-sleeping

Since Babygirl has been sick this past week, I have been a living contradiction of having said I'd "never have my child sleep in bed with me."

Four of the last five nights.

I've come to the following conclusions about sharing my bed with a 15 month old:

• Under no circumstance is it possible to be far enough away to avoid getting kicked.
• Those kicks will either land on the head or squarely in the boob regardless of baby/parent orientation in the bed.
• The closer to dozing off you become, the farther from sleep she will be.
• She will fall asleep the moment just before you were going to shift that one last time.
• You will have a random itch, limb fall asleep, or toe cramp that results in waking her at least once before you both achieve a REM pattern.
• She has no "roll over and fall back to sleep" option, if she sees your eyes open all bets are off.
• Waking up to her gently playing with your eyelashes is much more terrifying and much less cute than it sounds.

Thank goodness she's asleep in her crib. Hopefully those glacially moving molars (three breaking through at the moment) give her (and me) a solid night's rest.

One O Five

I'm cold-blooded.

Not in the reptile sense, but in the sense that my body temperature is usually one degree cooler than the average human.  On a normal, healthy day, my temperature will read anywhere between 97° and 98°F.

To my touch, Babygirl's forehead ALWAYS seems warm to me.  I often have my husband feel her head before I go lubing up the thermometer.

There are times when I wonder if she's too warm and other times when I know she's hot.

She had been dancing on that line a lot last week.