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Meet Up Tomorrow, and I Love Yous

For those who are coming to the meet up, it's supposed to be partly cloudy and highs in the 80s tomorrow! I don't have a back-up plan, so I hope it doesn't rain.

We'll be there around 10 (if I can get the kids ready and out the door in time). I can't wait to see everyone!

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Here's a cute story for a Friday afternoon.

The Pumpkin is pretty good about professing her love for us (when she's in the mood). And after my heart melts when she says, "I love you, Mommy," I often respond, "I love you, too." (The "often" was for the "too" because I always tell her I love her when she tells me that--and I tell her many other times.)

Well, lately, she has been saying right after me, "I love you, too." So then I'll say, "I love you, three." And then she says, "I love you, four." And we'll continue up a few numbers until we're both laughing.

Oh, I just think sh…

Oh, Poopy!

Sometimes, it feels like all I do is nurse the infant and change diapers. The nursing is something that I worked hard to be able to do to with both the Pumpkin* and now with the Pookie. Even through the early days and weeks of sore nipples and constant wakings, through the fussy 5 week nothing-but-nursing-and-being-with-mommy-will-do phase, and now through the 6 week growth spurt and crying on and off the boob for no reason, breastfeeding the infant is so worth it and rewarding to me.

But all the dirty diapers? That's just something you have to deal with as a parent and/or child caretaker. Both of my kids are in diapers (the Pumpkin in Pull Ups), and they generate a good amount of waste. Unfortunately, the waste doesn't always make it into the diaper. For instance, there was a couple times when the Pumpkin pooped in the tub.

And now we can add another time... last night. That was fun. Luckily, the Pookie had fallen asleep, and I was able to put him in the swing while I helped …

I Wanted to Smack the Nurse

Yesterday was the Pumpkin's appointment with the allergist (because of her reaction to peanut butter). We don't know anything for sure at this point, but we are treating her as if she has a peanut allergy. It turns out that Londo's perception of the Pumpkin's reaction to peanut butter was different from my perception. He did not see the red blotches I noticed, and he thought it faded more quickly than I did. In order to get a more accurate diagnosis of her allergens, the allergist wants her to get blood work done to test for peanuts and other tree nuts. I will bring her to the lab (separate office) for the blood test tomorrow or the next day, and we'll get the results a week or so after.

So that's the big news.

(This was also the first time I have gone somewhere without the Pookie. I had pumped 3 ounces of milk a few days ago, and I left the Pookie with the nanny and the pumped milk. They did great. He turned 6 weeks on Sunday. I can't believe people go bac…

Question of the Week - I've Never...

My daughter has beautiful hair. It's this wild curly hair in the same shade of brown as mine. In fact, I had just about the same curly brown hair when I was her age. My mom always kept my hair relatively short, about shoulder length. I know it was because it was easier for her to deal with it, but I always wanted really long hair. When I became a teen and was completely in charge of my own hair, I was allowed to grow it long. It's been long ever since.

For a few years now, I have been contemplating getting enough cut off to donate it to Locks of Love. Now that the Pumpkin isn't using it as an aid to fall asleep or for comfort and it's pretty full and vibrate from the pregnancy hormones, I feel that I'm ready to get the 10 or more inches cut off to donate. Going back to work after having my second child is a good time for a drastic change in appearance, right? Maybe it's all the What Not To Wear I've been watching while on maternity leave...

But this would be…