G is done with naps, hence the reason for my failure to blog with any regularity. Our afternoons are mostly spent in front of the tv, with me doing piddly house jobs that allow me to check in with him. His newest love is "Ben 10" on Netflix, which he pretend plays all the time.
I have to laugh at how much of an anti-tv nazi I was when N was a small child (until I got pregnant with G and borrowed every Disney Princess movie ever made so I could feel pukey on the couch in piece and let N zone out to Aurora, Cindy, and Belle). At this moment, M is happily eating cereal and watching "Yo Gabba Gabba" on the queue, and I am thrilled to have a moment's peace. (This morning has been spent cleaning pee-soaked sheets, using a snake/Drano to unsuccessfully degunkify the shower drain, and dealing with my ever-demanding, high-maintenance 5-year-old.)
Lack of blogging can also be explained by my recent work on some freelance pieces. Any time I had for writing was of the "I'm being paid for this" variety.
In other child milestone news, M is weaned. I have been more than ready for awhile, but he kept hanging on. I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd nurse a child to age 3-and-a-half. Maybe I will actually get that mammogram my gynecologist has been asking me to have since I was 35? You know you are DONE breastfeeding when you are eager for a mammary squishing.
I am officially one of "those" moms who has over-scheduled her child. For the past few years, N has asked to run Cross Country, but with two practices a week plus a meet, I simply couldn't make the commitment. N and I have piano lessons every Monday evening and Girl Scouts every other Wednesday.
A few weeks ago, though, she brought home information about a short Track season with only one practice a week and 4 or 5 meets in all. This was more reasonable for our schedule, so I gave permission with the understanding that if she whines or acts like a turd we won't do it again. She has her first meet this Saturday, so that should be interesting. I'm proud of her for giving it a go, and I'm actually relieved that she is having an opportunity to do a sport (just so I can give up the guilt that I'm the one holding her back).
The weather has turned warmer, allowing me and the boys to get outside more often. They have rediscovered the sandbox, and the sunshine has done wonders for my mood and energy level. I had been wondering if I was having thyroid issues, but I think it was prolonged winter having its way with me.
Geez, this is a dull post.
I guess I shall move onto more exciting activities, like disposing of N's stash of Valentine candy that has been sitting on her desk for the past 2 months.