It seems that Grayson has taken on a new fun activity thanks to what I think is acid reflux, and this is spit up in my bed. All over my side of the bed. I've taken to washing my sheets in the afternoon after David has gone to work. I'd love to do it in the morning, but seeing as how hubby has to sleep since he gets home at 3:30AM from work, no can do. It's not little amounts of spit up either...It's major. So, what do I get to do after our bedtime feeding session where I can only get him to sleep if I lie down with him and nurse him? And, this is the time that he does it too. He finishes eating, closes his eyes and drifts off, and then I hear a *burp* and a little splash and look down to see that I have spit up on my chest, and in a puddle under his little cheek. He has pretty much slept through this. He does the sleepy, one eye open eye roll, then BAM, out like a light. This is usually the point where I move him, cover my side of the bed with a towel and try to clean myself up as best I can with washcloths because do I have time for a shower? Nope. I have to do dishes, fold laundry, trip over toys, find that thing that I swore I put over here but really it's over there because Claire decided it would make the perfect toy and she's hidden it. By the way, if you were 20 months old, and found your father's cell phone, where would you hide it? Daddy left his cell phone out where little hands could get it, and she's hidden it. Quite well. Ethan did this once, with his wedding ring. However, I think a $750 titanium wedding ring is a little more important than a $75 back up cell phone. Hopefully, we find it soon.
In other news, my living room is finally a little more normal. All boxes are gone. Out with the trash this morning. No more toy wrappers or cartons hanging out in my living room. The tree and other ornaments have been taken down and placed back in their storage containers. The storage container I bought to put all of Claire's toys in the living room into when I moved the Pack N Play back into our room is now officially overflowing. Did I mention that lots of her toys talk? Nothing can scare the crap out of you in the quiet like a princess phone ringing and Cinderella asking you to join her tea party. I also bought her a Say Please Tea Set for Christmas that keeps pouring tea and thanking the rest of the toys in the toy box. I think she also offers them a brownie. This, in turn, makes UP UP Elmo start singing, 'Elmo likes to go Up Up...." Yeah...These things have off buttons, but I can't find them for the life of me, and digging into the toy box to find the off buttons makes other toys start their singing and dancing routines, so it's better just to let them talk whenever the hell they want. I'll just wait until their done. I've also decided that I want one of those 9 cubical storage shelves that you can get fabric boxes for. I see them on Target.com all the time, and I love them. Their so pretty and organized, and I can store diapers and baby wipes in the fabric boxes, and books and games on the open shelves. I love this idea. David isn't sold on it. He will be....He will be.....
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The talking toys are the creepiest and the worst! Whoever invented them should be shot (or locked up in a room with talking toys that have no discernible off button--you can pick what is a harsher punishment!)
My daughter always hides cell phones and remotes under pillows or couch cushions. "I was just keeping it safe mommy. The cushion keeps it from getting broken if someone sits on it" was slightly cute the first time...not so much after time 1,562. I hope you find hubby's cell phone-it might be in with all of the talking toys.
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