Getting and giving

I am super excited to announce that I won something!!! Isn't that amazing? Danielle was giving away a basket filled with Munchkin products. I entered to win, but another person was selected. BUT, then it turned out that the woman who won lived in Malaysia. I guess it was too expensive to ship the basket to Malaysia, so another winner was selected. AND IT WAS ME!!! I am very excited! Thank you Danielle!

Since it felt so good to win, I have decided to hold my own little contest. I will make a handmade gift for the first person to correctly identify what Izzy was eating in this picture...


Remember, I can make lots of cool stuff like this or this or even this.

Is it June?

I walked into my living room and found this...

And yes, my little boy is wearing purple pajamas.

Porgie and Izzy have both been sick for the past week. Porgie seemed to be doing much better, until Sunday evening. She vomited during dinner. Because I didn't want to believe that she was sick, I rationalized the event. I convinced myself that she had just eaten too much.

On Monday, Porgie vomited again. Only this time, it was much more dramatic. Beans and rice went everywhere. She also developed a fever of 102. Although I gave her Tylenol every four hours, her temperature remained high. Besides the vomiting and fever, she seemed to be her normal self. She ran around the house playing, went outside to color with her sidewalk chalk, and ended the evening by taking a walk around the neighborhood.

This morning, Porgie woke up screaming. She was burning up. After she calmed down, I tried to feed her breakfast. She vomited again. My baby girl spent the rest of the morning on the couch whining. She is so sick and miserable. I feel so bad for her.

It is almost summer - why do my babies keep getting sick?

Feeling a little blue

I have been feeling a little blue lately. This feeling of sadness is connected to multiple aspects of my life - babies, friends, home.

First and foremost, I have been feeling miserable about my relationship with baby Izzy. It feels like I am always pushing him aside, at a time when he needs me the most. I am always placing him in his jumperoo or exersaucer so that I can eat breakfast or feed Porgie or do the dishes or vacuum the floor. He cries when I walk away, and it breaks me heart. I should be holding him, cuddling him, and singing to him. He isn't going to be a baby forever. But instead, I keep pushing him aside.

I have a friend who always says strange little things to me, which leave me feeling like an inadequate mother. I might just be reading too much into the things she says, so I don't necessarily want to end our friendship. She is the type of mother who tries to do everything - she is like super woman. Basically, she is the exact opposite of me. And sometimes, it feels like our kids are in a completion, and it doesn't feel good.

And finally, I hate my house. It is so small and cluttered with baby junk. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. There are so many things that need to be fixed and updated. It is overwhelming, because we have no time to fix anything, and no money to update anything. So I have to be content with what we have. But I don't feel very content. Instead, it feels like I always need to be doing something.

In summary, I need to get out of the house more often and kick this sadness in the ass. Okay, I am done whining.