Everything stinks...literally!

I think most of you know how much I loathed my previous 2 pregnancies, and now here I go again. I LOVE the end product of this mandadted torture but, where I am now, it's hard! And right now I have the sharpest sense of smell of anyone known to womankind. This is not a virtue. Especially since I think EVERYTHING stinks (except baby ruth candy bars and gummi bears)! I cannot wash the dishes becuase I think the soap smells terrible and let me not even mention the smell of food. If I managed to cook it, it smells double disgusting!

Today was not a good day. I drove 4 hours back home this morning with the girls. The entire trip I was fighting nausea as we soar through "shortcuts" and mountainous highway terrain. Then, I get severe stomach cramps that would rival any menstrual cramps I have ever experienced. Both my precious offspring are argueing over whose turn it is to pick the DVD to watch, and which one would get the last cold chicken nugget (which stank up the entire car). I am sure these 4 hours will never be over.

Finally, we make it home and immediately I think the dog is reeking up the entire house with her nasty breath and all-over doggie odor. The washcloth at the sink stinks like tuna and garlic (the number one & two offensive aromas). The entire house smells like vomit, and I do not know why since Vince was the only one here for the past 4 days and I know he did not vomit. The day is not shaping up to be any better than it started. I give Annaka yogurt for lunch and put her down for her nap. Brielle and I have ham and cheese sandwiches and cheetos. After 2 bites I decide my ham has taken on a funky smell and feed it to the stinky dog lurking by my feet. Poor Brielle has to endure my constant nasuea and nasty crankiness. All I wanna do while Annaka is sleeping is lie down. Brielle never allows this to happen willingly no matter what I promise later or what threat is given. Can't blame her for being 4 and unsympathetic, although at 2 this afternoon I laid into my poor unsuspecting firstborn. I screamed so loud my throat still hurts and was sure I was going to heave with all that effort. After I get a grip and sit down to cry it out, Brielle comes over very quietly and sits next to me. I hug her and tell her how sorry I am. Without missing a beat she tells me that next time I want to yell I have to go out into the garage, if I want to use my outside voice when Annaka is resting.

I am so grateful when Vince gets home. He volunteers to take the girls to the playground and Taco Bell. Brielle wears her white shirt that she used as a napkin previously for her cheeto-fingers at lunch and then dribbled blue Kool-aid on. Annaka wears a purple polka dot skirt and a bright orange hula shirt. She gets her own shoes on and selects one pink and one black shoe to compliment her outfit. As I sit and witness their departure from the couch, I silently pray no one will recognize them as my children while they are out. And let me be truthful right now with myself, why was I praying for that and not an end to this constant all day ridiculous sickness?!

My house still stinks, and I am not sure how I will survive these next few weeks eating only minuature candy bars and gummi bears.

politician or criminal...something sneaky

Brielle amazes me everyday, sometimes this is good and sometimes not so good. This afternoon while sweet, precious, tired, Annaka was napping, I decided to online-register my girls for some Parks and Rec activities. An art class for Annaka and an inflatables jumping hour for both of my girls. I am excited about the prospects and future fun to be had. So, I momentarily forget that Brielle is probably not still coloring at the kitchen table where I left her. Soon I hear tape ripping and I call out to my most intuitive 4 yr old "what are you doing?" A reply is given. "I am opening this package for you!" Since I had not recieved any packages I immediately paused (NOT jumped outta my seat as was probably called for) and thought. Then I hear more ripping and cutting. Now, I decide, it is time to investigate. There is crafty little Brielle holding a cell phone I do not recognize saying how she has helped me. I suddendly lose my patience when I realize what has happened. My neighbor had given me a package to drop in the mail and Brielle took the liberties of ripping it open for me. Brielle gets a time out and is screaming so loudly she wakes precious, tired Annaka (who dutifully went back to sleep after a few pats on the back) adn I tell Brielle if she wants to continue screaming she has to go into the garage. She goes. She screams. I read Parents magazine and enjoy my time out. Soon it is quiet in the garage but she does not come back inside. I wait. I dream of the possibility of her falling asleep on the hard concrete of the garage. She finally re-emerges....with a bag of cookies (I previously told her she was not allowed to have) and a devious little smirk on her crumb covered face. She one-upped me, what can I say. She certainly sees opportunities where I do not. I am not sure what Brielle's future holds but she'll be sneaky someplace. Hopefully for the forces of good, not evil.

After Annaka was fully rested we headed to Wal-Mart for groceries. I printed Brielle a list of everything we needed with clip-art pictures and all caps words. Her job was to check of everything as we put it in the cart. We did get everything. However, I was not so good about monitoring the quality of the items being selected, mainly produce. I got home with the 6 apples the girls selected and every single on is very badly bruised. YUCK! My lettuce is a little rotten, our bananas are totally green and the bread is completely squished complete with Annaka-sized finger divets. Oh well, we did get everything. This weeks first trip to Wal-Mart is done.

Both of my precious girls are lying wounded on the floor of their room, screaming so hard I think they may be actually struggling for air. The reason? I asked those pretty little things to clean up their room, which was a total disaster, and they refused. Since I have still not recieved a paycheck to clean this place, I know I am not the clean-up crew. I decided to try out a strategy that has come highly recommended in Parents magazine. So I got a trash bag and threw out all the toys that were on the floor. A side Note: I also paid for all those toys and still recall how much I paid for some, so I am not actually throwing them away. However, both girls are immediately immobilized by the fact that I am trashing their toys, and they sit and scream on the bed and watch me continue. Neither was motivated to help, or try to save any of their favorite toys by initiating a clean up. Parents Magazine does not say where to go from here. Any suggestions?

New to this

So, got turned onto here by a good friend. But I have no idea what I am doing. Myspace was hard to learn for me, facebook is totally easy, this is hard again. So that is why there is a totally huge picture of my butt in a not so flattering bikini on here. I need to find the tutorial on this site, but since I don't seem to have any viewers yet, I think I am good. LOL

Girls First trip to the Dentist

Took the girls for their first dental visit to day. It was great. If you like crazy. Brielle actually did pretty well. She was excited to get her new toothbrush and little floss dino. Unfortunately she doesn't realize that her diagnoses of 2 cavities gets her a future visit where there will be no new brush or floss, maybe a sticker though. Annaka....acted like the finicky little 2 year old she is. We had to jump through all her hoops to get her to open her precious mouth at all. I was ready to pry her little jaws open when suddenly Annaka wiggles free and announces her preference. "I wont Beee-elle wook at mah tee-ff!" So that is how it went down. The dentist inspected Annaka's tiny teeth over top of our 4 year olds messy pigtails. I am not sure why Annaka has such a strong allegiance to Brielle, since Brielle calls all the shots and gives all the orders. I would think Annaka would get sick of playing the submissive little sister, but as of now, that has not happened even one time. Whatever works! Today I was glad for the role Brielle plays in our family. Otherwise we would never know that Annaka is still growing teeth in the back of her mouth.