Happiness

Scene: my lovely, warm bed that I had to leave altogether too many times in the night.
Time: 7:14 am
Down the hall, a door squeaks open. Whimpering is heard. Little footsteps come down the hall. More whimpering.
"Mama, I need juice." Whining. "Mama, geeup." Whining. "I need ceeral." Whining.

That is how my days have been starting lately. With the dreaded door squeak and the cursed whining. I coulnd't take it anymore. So, yesterday we went to timeout with every second whine. And when I say "we" I mean "Sabrina." I usually gave her one chance to say it again in non-whiny voice, and guess what? She was so happy all day long. It's like, when she's forced to sound happy, she is happy. That's a lesson I need to take to heart.

Four months old, size 6-9 months

Sasha's four month appointment was yesterday. The doctor confirmed what I already know: I have a perfect giant. 91st percentile in height, 84th in weight. In other words, skinny! Okay, not skinny. Enormous. But not enormously fat. Big. Very, very big. 17 pounds. Only five less than his sister. They are now (as soon as his size 2 diapers run out) in the same size diaper.

Oh, and he cries for 10 seconds with shots, and doesn't get sick that day. Basically, except from an I-have-to-carry-him standpoint, he's perfect. Oh wait -- he also wakes up once in the night usually. So, basically perfect. He has the most amazing smiles, giggles and laughs, loves to have his diaper changed, coos at his mommy, and waves his arms around frantically. He plays with paper, pulls my hair vigorously, takes his binkie out of his mouth, and pets the cat. I love my boy.

February Goal

My goal for February is "cease to be idle." I hate this goal. Anyway, here are my subgoals. Or, as teachers say, here is what "cease to be idle" looks like:

1. Spend two hours a day doing work around the house,at least one of which is cleaning.
2. While watching TV (Gilmore Girls is on at 3!) do something productive, i.e. laundry, exercise, or blogging.
3. Regrout the tile in my hallway from the garage.
4. Put numbers on my house. I bought them last month, but they need to be put up.

Oh yeah, and want to know how January's goals went? I cleaned out the garage and Zane is parking there, which is good because it's Canada weather lately. I cleaned out the car and it's still clean, although I probably need to do a vacuum/glass cleaning/make sure every last thing is out job every month or so. I decided not to sell things on KSL because we put the rug downstairs with the computer and are getting Marilyn and Zane's old couch so we need the slipcover, and those were the main things I wanted to sell. I got a FAIL on cleaning the downstairs, partly because we didn't get all the shelves I needed for Christmas so I felt like I didn't have anywhere to put stuff. I'll try to get more shelves over the next few months and take care of that. So, not bad overall. I also got caulk and Zane caulked between the tub and floor in the bathroom. I give myself a B-. On to February!

Water Additives

I've been thinking about what they put in our water, and not because I believe fluoride in the water is a communist plot to control our minds. No, it's because a) Sabrina takes fluoride now because the denizens of Weber County DO believe fluoride in the water is a communist plot to control our minds, and b) I"m convinced Weber County puts an additive in the water. Chemo. I'm pretty sure. It's to keep us from getting cancer, I know, but it also makes my hair fall out. I'm sure it has nothing to do with being postpartum. My vacuum: full of hair. My laundry: ditto. My shower. My sink. My bathroom. Hair. Gross.

Singing

Both my kids sing. Sasha's singing is more aaaAAAAA. aAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEaaaaa. These are also the noises Sabrina makes when asks "What do babies say?" Sabrina is a little more conventional. The other day she was singing, "and HEEEE has sent me here. Santa Claus is coming to town." I guess God=Christmas=Santa. Makes sense, I think.

Sabrina is also taking a speech leap. She can tell whole stories. A couple of days ago she called "Team Umizoomi" on her "phone," which was actually a folded piece of cardboard. She explained to the Team that the baby's binki was missing, and to get in the Umicar to come find it. Umizoomi, if you didn't know, is a kid's show that's all about numbers, and usually the Umis are called to find or get something. In the Sabrina epidsode, it was Sasha's binki. First it was sounds, then words, then sentences, now whole paragraphs. She'll crank out a thesis sentence any day now.

Ribs

It's official. My rib is broken. At least, it's as official as it can get without x-rays and with the only doctor to look at it an oncologist who is my mom, who said after feeling it, "yup, it looks broken." After all, Mom is a doctor of internal medicine, and what is more internal than a rib? If your ribs are external, you don't need a doctor to tell you they're broken. It happened while playing indoor soccer, and the guy I collided with was at least twice my size, and the collision was my fault. I. Am. Awesome.

New Year's Resolutions

It's been awhile. I really didn't know having two kids could make me such a lazy bum! Also, I think I cracked a rib at indoor soccer on Tuesday, but that's just a recent reason to lie on the couch and read my new Kindle. Which is awesome. Am I stream-of-consciousnessing?

So, here's my new year's resolution: to create the House of God described in the D&C. I'm taking one part of the scripture each month and focusing on that. This month I'm working on creating a house of order. So, here are my weekly goals. 1. Clean out the garage (at least to the point Zane can park in it). Percent complete: 75. 2. Clean out car and keep it clean. Percent complete: 75. 3. Clean up downstairs. Percent complete: 25 (although I may need to buy more shelves to really get this goal done). 4. Sell nice but surplus stuff on KSL. Percent complete: 0.

I also have monthly goals to improve the house. This month is to buy caulk and seal the space between the tub and bathroom floor. Because not having it done means rain in the basement if any gets sloshed over the side of the tub. Did I mention I have a 2-year-old? So yeah, such things are disturbingly common.

There you have it! I will practically have a temple by the end of the year, I'm sure.