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Betcha thought I would be MIA for another lengthy period of time, eh? Well, I showed you. :p

The visit was pretty fun and low key. My allergies and sinus congestion kicked my ass and by Saturday night, I couldn’t move my head without it feeling as if a sledgehammer were slamming into the base of my skull. I broke down and took allergy meds and tylenol sinus. Poor DH. He basically took care of both kids from Thursday through Monday.ย 

My nephew (DN) is Super CUTE. His head is SO. ROUND. And he has no neck. Lol. The kiddos really enjoyed watching him take a bath. But other than that, he was a blobby 3 month old. They don’t do much other than eat, pee, poop, and sleep. It was really good to see him and hold him in the flesh. The next time I see him, he’ll be 11 months old and most likely walking already. No longer a blobby thing but a REAL PERSON. So exciting! But so sad to watch him grow up from afar.

Understandably, DH was really frustrated for the majority of the trip because when I’m out of commission, he’s stuck with the kids. That would be fine normally, but if I’m home, the kids want ME even though they can’t have me. So half of his time is telling them, “No, Mommy is sleeping.” They did have several fun walks to the park, pet store (cheapest, free-est zoo ever!), and frozen yogurt shop. He was constantly saying that we were never traveling again and that once we have three kids, we are never leaving the house or taking a plane. Car seats are a real pain in the ass to schlep.

It was also good for my brother and SIL to see DD in her full personality vs a sad, sicko with a UTI during Christmas. She was definitely feisty. And DS was homesick and the first night, already wanted to go home. He kept asking for his big, white car. He did NOT like the small, white car we rented. They both did well on the airplane (no screaming tantrums) and they’ve mostly switched back from East Coast time. They were little pills on Tuesday, but that’s not TOO unusual.ย 

Plus, we also squeezed in a visit with a friend from UCLA. That was awesome. ๐Ÿ™‚ And then, due to the powers of Facebook, an acquaintance happened to post about his church festival in MD and we went there, too. Random and fun for DS. (DD was asleep in the car.) Added bonus: free hot dogs. DH was happy about that. ๐Ÿ™‚

Ok. We’re back and there are no more trips planned in the near future. I’m in my 6th month of pregnancy after all. (Although, we were thinking of taking a trip to the Sequoias or Redwoods.) See you soon!

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Nothing like looking at a first time parent’s baby registry to make you feel smug and superior. Seriously – socks for a baby born in June in LA? Or newborn specific bath towels? REALLY? *sigh*

When I was registering for my first kid, I made my friend who had a baby a year ahead of me do my registry. That way, I was more assured of not having useless or wasted items on my list. As it happened, I still bought plenty of crap that didn’t need to be purchased. (I’m looking atย you, bottle warmer!) I think it upsets me because I know every one has a limited budget and money supply for new babies. Why would you want to waste your money on crap that will just clutter your house as well as not use?

BLARGH. I know. I’m just aย crotchety, smug, asshat.

So, I totally forgot to tell you all about our awesome and super successful Easter Egg Hunt!! We had approximately 50 people (including kids) show up and about 600 eggs. We had so many eggs that the kids got bored and tired of picking them up and decided to sit down and open them instead. LOL. We had a ton of food and great weather and it was just so much fun. I think I am definitely going to throw one yearly.

Seriously, I was super proud of myself. I think it may have been the best event I’ve ever hosted. ๐Ÿ™‚ A great, lovely time was had by all. DS was ecstatic that so many of his friends were there and they went crazy for the bubble machine (yes, I have one) and the play ground and of course, the eggs. DD was bored of the egg hunt (she was like, “Didn’t we already do this?”) and ate crackers instead. She has her priorities straight. The kids played T-ball, we barely had to watch our children because there were so many parents and kids – plus they were all MY friends!!

*sigh* If only every thing I did would go off that well. heehee!

Off to stuff Easter eggs with some friends. I bought 3 gross of them for our egg hunt this Sunday (that’s 3 x 144). I think we have more than enough even if people forget to bring 20 eggs per kids. I am super excited about the hunt, too. If it goes well, perhaps I will make it a tradition! I love coming up with things for the kids and making new traditions. I want to create a childhood that they remember fondly (without going overboard and crazy control freakish). Of course they will look back on their childhood fondly (barring things I can’t control) but I think things like this (trips to LA/SD, egg hunts, parties), those moments may stick out. ๐Ÿ™‚

SO FUN! Plus, it’s an excuse to hang out with all my friends. ๐Ÿ˜€ (That’s the real reason. heehee.)

There’s this blog that I follow of the wife of someone I went to high school with. I realize that a lot of people only put up the most awesome aspects of their lives on their blogs – but WOW. Nothing seems more white bread, privileged, and “American” than her blogs. I follow because I do love to see her beautiful kids, plus, she has awesome ideas for crafts, etc. But I must admit, I find her lifestyle aspirational. Because I know how much a lot of these things cost – and seriously, these people are loaded.

Now, before I continue, I completely admit that my family is very rich. I am pretty sure we are part of the 5% if not the 1% of this country. Getting close to the 1% anyway. And yes, my life is not perfect and there are things that we cannot afford (but I would venture to say that MOST of those things we cannot afford are luxuries and not vital to our health or well-being).

Anyhow. What was I saying? Yes. This family’s life makes me covetous. Not always and not usually at the forefront of my mind. But every now and then, there’s a niggling feeling that the life that I’m observing is like a unicorn. Rare and mythical.

I don’t really know what I’m trying to get at. It’s just a feeling I get, that somehow, this life of theirs is not real. (And insofar as that the blog is not a true representation of their daily life, then YES. It is NOT real.)

This post is just fluff and nonsense. I just polished off a vat of salsa and chips. I am full near to bursting and my hands are swollen due to all that salt I just ingested.

WORTH IT.

On another note, DH is leaving for Japan this Sunday and I am sad. I am comforted by the fact that I will not be alone in bed, though. I get to cozy with DS. ๐Ÿ˜€ I will have to force myself to sleep early because there will be no relief pitching by DH in the early morning. Also, I will have to turn on the alarm so I feel safer at home alone with two wee ones. Also, I will pee on many sticks to see if I am pregnant. I will likely pee on sticks every day for the next two weeks. Because I’m an optimist and like to torture myself. *SIGH*

As you were!

A dear friend of mine has been trying for several years to get pregnant with her second child. Last summer, she made it to about 12 weeks before finding out at her routine ultrasound that there was no heartbeat. It took another year before she got pregnant again. Today was her 12 week ultrasound (where she was finally beginning to hope) and again, there was no heartbeat.

It is so sad and awful.

I am so grateful (and feel so guilty) that I’ve had two easy pregnancies and two beautiful babies to show for it. DH was so sad upon hearing of my friend that he told me to get flowers and whatever would help make my friend feel a little better. (Not that flowers make dead babies better, but you know.) DH was still so sad this evening when he got home and hugged DS super tight. He kept saying it was so horrible and that he was so sad and that we were so lucky.

Times like these, I am pleasantly surprised by how sweet DH can be. (Not that he’s normally not at all sweet, but I don’t know why I think stuff like this doesn’t affect him.)

So sad. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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