Rosier

1. So after several weeks of dramatic wailing about how "I CAN'T do this", I am choosing to embrace motherhood and try to be a tad more positive. The bar is set incredibly low (is that a bar? or just a piece of hair on the ground?), so today is going just fine. We got a tv for the living room which is a true mixed blessing: Alex is delighted to watch it when I feed Katherine, but she absolutely flips her shit when I turn it off. See how I said that so positively?

2. Alex pointed to a picture of Martha Stewart and said, "Mama?" Quick, let me cross-stich a "hell no" pillow for that one...

Tummy sick

1. So we've had the stomach flu as well as a healthy dose of the crazy (supplied by yours truly) in our house over the past week. Jay likes to joke about getting a hot Brazilian nanny for the girls, but this past weekend was so bad we have decided on new standards. "She can be fat," he said. "And mean," I added.
2. Funny how something can at once be insanely maddening and sweet. Alex wailed for "mamaaaaaaaaaa" at 1:30 in the morning on Sunday, and since I couldn't get her to be quiet any other way I brought her into our bed. She curled up facing me, grabbed onto my shirt with her little hand and slept for an hour, face buried in my chest. For an independent kid who doesn't like to cuddle, it was close to perfect. If only she could learn to do that at 4 in the afternoon...