Was that? Wait? Yes...No....

So, last week I was convinced I had a touch of the baby blues. Crying for no apparent reason. Not really hungry, which is a major change for me. Thinking I had the baby blues made me even more blue. I definitely had a touch of depression last time around, but I figured it was because of Sami's health issues and my insane worry. So, I sat and waited. Huck sensed something was up. All he had to ask was, "are you ok" and the waterworks commenced. BUT after that bout of crying I felt a lot better...and have ever since.

Baby Niko is awesome. He mostly eats and sleeps. Has a couple crying spells here and there but nothing major. Nothing like his older sister. I prayed to the newborn gods before Niko was born. I told them I had had a difficult one and it was my turn for an easy one. Looks like they listened. At least it seems that way so far.

Sami is doing great. She was home for the week of Thanksgiving, so transitioning home with a newborn was very busy. Sami loves Niko. She calls him "Neato" and wants to hold him all the time. On another, not so positive note, Sami went on nap strike all of last week. Not cool, young lady!!! She stated back at daycare this week. Poor little one was ready to go back. Exhausted parents + new sibling = more tv and less active playing. Feel like a total loser for it, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Plus, Dora totally has some educational value! Sami has learned all about stereotypes. The Mexican character, Tico, drives a low rider, is a transient and speaks broken English. For Halloween she dressed up like a bumble bee...an obvious nod to the buffoonery seen on the Mexican variety shows. I'm sure it will be revealed in season 4 that Swiper is also of Mexican descent. I'm just waiting on pins and needles for Isa to bust out with some inappropriate behavior. And inevitably, the other characters will have to yell, "Para!" because Isa only speaks Spanish.

It's been a great couple of weeks. I feel very lucky to have all my babies.

The newborn gods got wind of this post. Last night Niko did not sleep well. I think he is getting his days and nights confused. I guess Zeus and his pals have nothing better to do. Thanks a lot, big guy!

Eternal Hellfire of the Demented Mind

This is the new name for my blog. Since I'm baby-blogging challenged, I've decided to write about my everyday, mundane life. Although my life is mundane and ordinary, my warped mind is not. Today I mentally jotted down a couple of the fleeting, random thoughts that enter my mind. 

This morning while driving to work the radio fairy decided to bring me a present. Guns N Roses - November Rain. This song takes me back to my dysfunctional high school days. The video for this song had Stephanie Seymour (Victoria Secret model dating Axel at the time) in it. She's basically at a drunken rock star wedding that rivals the shenanigans of "Rock of Love".  Mid-way through the video, it starts raining which causes a Gremlin-like affect on the guests. They start going ape shit. The ladies are getting tossed around and champagne glasses go a flyin'. So, one might think that you'd watch a video like this and think, "What an asshole boyfriend. I'll never be caught dead with a shithead like that". Quite the contrary. Me and my high school best-friend wanted to be Stephanie. My friend had a prom dress made based on Stephanie's dress in the video. We couldn't wait for the opportunity to slap our future belligerent rock star boyfriends and run away barefoot in the pouring rain. Come to think of it, I did in fact have a wanna be rock star boyfriend who was quite the asshole. And I must add that this boyfriend ended up looking about as handsome as Axel post-rockstar days.

Low point of the morning - forgot my water bottle on the kitchen counter. F&%K!!

High point of the morning, in addition to the gift from the radio fairy - found my water bottle in my work bag. I'm awesome. Can loose the crap mood for forgetting it.

Mid-morning intrusive thought - These Mexican drug cartel guys...where they born sociopaths? I see pictures of them in the paper and I wonder what they looked like as kids. How they acted? The one caught most recently has these huge brown eyes that I'm sure made him a cute baby. Did he not have one sweet, tender moment? Did he never do one nice thing for another person? Was he tracking squirrels as a toddler? Smuggling diapers, dealing pacifiers laced with benadryl?

Driving to lunch thoughts - Did that guy standing next to my car at the crosswalk just hear me lock my doors? What a dick move on my part. That must have made him feel like shit.

End of day thought - I'm exhausted. God/Universe please help Sami sleep soundly.