All kinds of things rolling around in my head.

I must remember that living with a two year old is a bit like living with a manic-depressive who isn't taking their medication. It was another morning of traumatic dressing. (I think I should trademark the phrase and create a line of delicious ready-made dressings for poultry/meat. It would be a hit!) Even with his pocket shirt being made available to him. My one suspicion is that the pregnancy is becoming more obvious to him (I am showing more, and I can't always pick him up like I used to.) and he is feeling a little worried about that. That and he is also two. Everything in two year old land is about realizing you really don't have a great deal of control at times and you don't get to stay up late or eat cake for breakfast. Which is always a bit of a crappy realization no matter who you are. Though he is pretty good about going to bed and seems to enjoy his breakfast -but you get the idea. One minute everything's coming up roses and the next it is, "the world is against me and fuck you all." The potty-training isn't going so well. Suddenly his big boy pants are evil evil evil. He doesn't want to talk about his potty and so on. So I might hold off on pushing that for a couple of weeks just to see how he is doing.
So it is a matter of being sympathetic, not pushing some things but still insisting upon some civility. (at least as much civility as you can get out of someone of that age.)
It isn't really anything neurotic-inducing. Most of it is just remembering patience/sympathy and trying to figure out what is really going on. And for now it seems to mean that he needs more cuddles and to be told on occasion, "NO DAMMIT, You may NOT smack your push-toy against the wall! If you keep doing that, "duckie" will be taken away for the rest of the day." Usually this is said between 4-6pm when Mummy has run out of patience. Sometimes it is said by 2pm on harder days.
Yeah that's right. I sometimes swear in my kid's general direction. You can send money for his future therapy bills at feckoff@likeyouaresogrand.com
I am spending the morning having braxton hicks contractions. I think I will bake some muffins or something to distract me from this fun.

Things are better now. We went for a nice walk. Senor Onion has brought out some fun toys to play with and he is blathering about this and that.... but he has knocked something over so life is ruined ruined ruined. Things are "fixed" only life is now a shambles because he can't find a cement mixer of his. (which I may have put elsewhere as it was broken) He isn't satisfied with any of his other cement mixers. Really. Right now I wish I could have a drink.

I am going to make pâté this weekend if I have myself organized enough. I also have a cheese project I am working on. A couple really. I think soon it might be time to get my paws on a press. But there is more reading to do.

Baby Biscuit is doing a lot of kicking these days; especially if I slouch and I am cramping her space. Great. another uppity child.

So I bought some ketchup the other day. The organic stuff from Heinz as it doesn't have High Fructose Corn Syrup and goblins. But they have changed the shape of the bottle so that it is sort of an upside squeeze bottle method. Maybe I am not good with squeeze bottles of this kind. (it has a very small opening) Because every time I attempt to use it -the stuff comes out and splooges everywhere like a 15 year old boy having his penis touched by a real-life girl for the first time. Mess everywhere and you are left going, "what just happened there?" Should I write to the nice people at Heinz (who make an otherwise fine product) and voice my concern.
Dear Nice people at Heinz,
I like the old bottle better. The new bottle makes me feel like someone is about to apologize and say, "that doesn't always happen."
Love,
Me
P.S. Love the organic ketchup. Same tang, none of the goblins.

for sleep-deprived parents and other folk.

An interesting blog about babies and sleep written by a married couple. They have recently written a book and it isn't so much about a particular "method" of getting your baby to sleep. (if you have a baby hanging about the house) They tend to be more about individual kids and how different things work for different kids and they really get into the development of infants. (understanding what is going in the brain of a baby, specific growth spurts, sleep regression) Some of what I have read (along with some other things) was really helpful when it came to understanding what the heck was going on with Senor Onion. (and who knows, it might be helpful with Baby Biscuit)

We went out to dinner at the local ale house up the hill. Senor Onion was pretty well-behaved. He was easily entertained with crayons and looking out the window and pointing at cars. He even ate most of his dinner. It was kind of novel not to have to sit with him through half of dinner near the toy area. Maybe we are becoming interesting people to him? *snorts*

I may have to see Crank II after reading this review. It is kind of like how I described the movie Shoot'em Up.
"OMG and then and then there is this lactating hooker with a heart of gold and the opening scene has Clive Owen stabbing a dude. WITH A CARROT. (he is into health) AND THEN he delivers a baby during a shoot-out. But WAIT until you see him have a shoot-out while having SEX and THEN OMG THEN? He shoots a guy WITH HIS HAND!"