Updates on Every Mother-Loving Thing

First, Sam.

Big bed status: Fair. He loves the bed and his new room. However, just today he realized that there is nothing physically holding him in there. He's been 'taking a nap' since 12:30 (it's 2pm as I write this) and every 15 minutes I have to go up and peek under his door. Guess what I see? Two little feet romping about. I've started with the empty threats, such as, 'If you don't stay in your bed and take a nap, I'm going to have to take all the toys and books and put them in Mommy's room.' That would not be fun. Anyway, the poor kid is exhausted, so I'm hoping he'll stick to the mattress this time.

Speech therapy status: Good/Excellent. We had our first visit from the speech therapist on Friday afternoon. She was very nice and Sam charmed the pants off of her. Luckily for me she had on nice underwear. Almost as if he knew what was happening, and how it would make me insane, he's started picking up 5-6 new words A DAY! All of a sudden we're saying 'purple' and 'bubble' and 'phone' and all sorts of other shit. He started all of this on Friday morning. I was in the kitchen making breakfast and he strolls in and says, clear as a bell, 'Apple?' while pointing at some fruit on the counter. I was dumbstruck. At first I actually thought he was saying 'purple' because there was a purple dish up there, too. But he looked at me like I was nuts and said, 'No mommy. Apple.'

Guess how many apples Sammy ate on Friday? I'd estimate one bushel plus half a peck. Try saying no to him. Betcha can't do it!

We'll see the therapist every other week for three months and then re-asses. I'm optimistic. So is she!

On to Lucy!

Not much to report here other than that she's maintaining her post as the world's happiest, chubbiest baby with charm and grace. And a lot of drool. We can never have too much saliva, that's what I always say. She's also doing this new, insanely adorable thing where she looks at you for a minute, and then tilts her head to the side to see if you still look the same. I'd love to take a picture, but I collapse into a puddle of gooey maternal hormones every time I see her like that. Her undeniable deliciousness is making it really hard not to want more babies.

More practicially speaking, we're trying out a new kind of eco-friendly diaper called gdiapers. Will report back on that at a later date!

My brother!

Break-up status: Incomplete. What he doesn't realize is that he needs to band-aid this thing. The longer he holds on and drags it out, the more miserable he's making himself. But I can't tell him that. So we wait. And wait. And wait. Fun times!

SOB: Still brewing away!

Me:

Fat status: Six of one, half dozen of another. I recently started a Biggest Loser type contest at the Y. I lost 4.5 pounds in the first week. Which is awesome except that I've lost and gained those same pounds three times since we've lived here in Philly. So if next week rolls around and I lose some more, then I'll be happier. For now, I'm just on the way there.

Insanity status: Code red. We're having a big party on Saturday night and we're having 4 house guests over the weekend. Am I crazy? Yes I am!

Alright! I'm off to puree some squash and sweet potatoes! The boy's nap seems to have worked this time!