So, we're moving right along here. A's on week 3 of preschool. Drop offs, unfortunately, are not improving. Let's take yesterday morning. He's screaming for me not to leave him as his teacher holds him in the classroom, Vivi's screaming because she doesn't want to leave the classroom, and Mabel's screaming because she's in her car seat and OMG THAT EFFING CAR SEAT. Finally we make it to the car, and at that point, I scream. Well, I don't scream, but I start crying and drive us to the store sniffling and feeling like the worst mom in all of the world. That is, until my friend Anne called and talked some damn sense into me and made me stop crying. And of course, by pick up time, he was smiley and happy and all like "mama who?" He's brought us home the gift of our very first preschool germs, something I knew was coming sooner than later, so 4/5 of us have stuffy noses and my throat hurts so bad that solid foods are pretty much out of the question, which is kind of yay for the diet thing, you know?
MG made her first unwell child visit to the pediatrician, and stop reading now if you aren't a mom/don't even want to know, because it's gross, but she had blood in her poos. I know. If that had been Anderson when he was a baby and I was on super high alert at all times? You guys, I would've called 911 SO FAST. But being baby #3 and all, I was like "huh, suppose I should call the pedi Monday." AKA, the pedi we didn't even have yet because who has time for finding a pedi when you need to find a hair person and a place to buy organic cat food?! Not me. Anyway, it wasn't any big thing, likely a slight milk allergy that will clear up by the time we start solid foods. But the bad news is, we had to switch her to formula made of golden unicorn hooves, or I assume it's made of something magical like that, because it costs $35 a can. THIRTY FIVE DOLLARS A CAN. I almost pooped blood right there in the Walmart aisle when I saw that. (Too much? Probably. Don't care.) Oh, MG. You've got expensive tastes, my dear, and NO IDEA where you'd get that from.
Torturous car rides and bankrupting formula aside, MG's continuing her awesomeness. Most of the day, you don't even know she's here. Likesuchas the other day, when I set her down on the rug in the laundry room to change her diaper, got distracted by a loud crash in the other room (it was an ugly vase, anyway), then had to change V's diaper, then let the cats in, then got a glass of water and checked my phone and before I knew it it was like seven minutes later and I was kind of like "hold up, I have a baby, I think, but where the hell........?"
The house, it's coming along. There are still gold doorknobs and gold towel bars and gold bathroom faucet handles and they're most certainly not growing on me, but in other ways, the house is looking more "us" every day. New bedding for our room, new paint throughout most of the main level, little decor touches I'm finding around town in adorable locally owned boutiques that I looooooove .... it's coming along. I'll do a house post one of these days, I swear I will.
And I just got an email that the fire danger level is super duper high (because it's 80 in October?) and am now afraid to even walk across the carpet, lest I create a spark and burn down this whole drop dead gorgeous state. Fires, bears that hang out on back porches and rip off screen doors and trash the mail shelter when some idiot leaves a carry out container in there .... being a Coloradan isn't for sissies, yall.
End of the randomness. It's better than nothing, right? Maybe? I'll blog more coherently soon, promise. In the meantime, I leave you with some Instagrams. I love Instagram! Are you Instagramming? If so, leave me your name so I can stalk you. I mean admire your Instagrams. I'm mandie716 if you want to follow my feed, as well.
|i lied, this is not an instagram.|
family date night downtown.
|preschool open house.|
every class has a weirdo.
|george, back home.|
spent two days in the wild.
aka at the neighbor's house being fed.
|ooh la la!|
|pedicure date with my mg girl.|
|best. dinner. ever.|
|willing her not to grow so fast.|
dressing, feeding, folding.