Waking up at 6:30am is a Mother's Day fail. I like to sleep in on the weekends, just because I can... usually. I haven't been lately because I have been immersing myself in whole days of yard work, torture to say the least. The baby woke up this morning and the monitor was going off, as usual I was trying to nudge my husband, but our king bed is ginormous and sometimes I'm too far away from him to reach. (I blame the cats who determine our sleep positions.) Finally I acted like I was getting up, which I thought would work since it IS Mother's Day, but it didn't so I was just like, "The baby has been awake for like an hour..." and he was like, wow I never heard him and shuffled off.

I settled down and was like aah, this is the life and then our toddler starting knocking on his door. The door that is like 4 ft. away from the baby's room across the hall. I was wondering what had happened to my husband because the knocking continued, then I realized he was probably putting the baby back to sleep so I had a moment of "Aww MAN!" I started to get up and the knocking got more pressing and I was hearing "Dada, I have to go poooop." So I went and unlocked his door and he like's "Dada, I need to go potty!" He sees it's me, I'm just like ok, ok... let's go. Potty time is not complete without the collection of things he carries with him out of his room so he has to rearrange it all on the counter before he goes. "I got a fish, I have kiki." Kiki is his blanket. I attempted to go back to bed, but then I was like well, I'm not too tired so maybe I'll claim my Mother's Day rights to a middle of the day nap. I do have to raid until 12:30 am for the next 5 days afterall.

I missed last night's SNL with Betty White too, I was too busy researching alternative milks to give my kids because taking my 2 year old off of Cow's Milk has done wonders for his Eczema. He's currently drinking almond milk, but it lacks a lot of the vitamins that cow's milk offers, so I will definitely have to supplement with a daily vitamin. He used to take them, but we ran out and it's not something that's been on my "Omg, we're out of this and I'm wiping my butt with fast food napkins" kind of need list.

I am wearing my new pajamas that I hand picked before pushing my husband out the door with the kids though and they are awesome. I have things I need to do today, but I don't want to take them off. On a normal work day, where my husband goes to work and I feed the demands of my children, I don't get dressed. I stay in pajamas allllll day long, life is good.

There was an article on the news the other night with a poll about having a favorite child. I don't know what the results were, I didn't even care because I thought it was kind of a crappy thing to advertise on the news. As a kid, you probably think your parent's have a favorite and it isn't you so if any kids out there saw that news headline, it probably only confirmed their feelings.

Aha, they do have a favorite... I knew it!

Once upon a time, when we were a family of three which seems like ages, but in reality, it has only been a short 11 months, I was worried that I would favor the only child I had known. Here I was with a little 17 month old funny guy and one just a month away and I wondered if the new little man would fit into our family or if I would always favor my oldest because he was here first. When he was born, there was no question that he fit... he was the obscure little piece missing in our family puzzle. Sometimes I feel like people who talk to me might think he is my favorite, but really, he's just a baby and has all those new baby features and new baby smell. If people dare ask if I have a favorite, the response is always the same: I favor the child who is behaving. Really though, even with one in his terrible twos and one who is teething molars and chewing on things worse than a pitbull puppy, they both have things I love about them. My oldest is a comedian and a humanitarian, he loves to help, but gets easily bored if he's not creating adventures and exploring things which leads him to mischief all too often. The baby is my baby, he cuddles and laughs, he loves to explore your face and rip it off (innocently) at the same time. He loves his big brother and wants to do everything he does. No, there are no favorites when it comes to them, my family is my heart.

My baby took a step today, it's not walking, but it puts up even closer to having a baby who isn't a baby. As long as he still cuddles with me, I'll be ok, but the day he doesn't may just be the day I lose my mind and talk my husband into a third. (Assuming the baby is potty trained by then too because I will never effing do two in diapers at once again... EVER!)

Last night I went down to this local earth market store, it was very different from your average Whole Foods. There were no babies being toted around in $500 strollers or the parking lot lined with Lincoln Navigators or Suburbans, the people inside looked like they should be shopping there and that didn't include me. It was a very small place with interesting features and some reasonable prices, I thought. The whole place smelled like patchouli and I'm sure had I been looking for indian hair tampons, I just may have found them. I was there looking for g diapers, the g diaper website said this place carried them, but they didn't. All they had were Seventh Generation chlorine free. I'm going to get them anyway, but now I will have to order them through diapers.com, which I was planning on anyway... you really can't beat their price right now. I'm not a hippie and my family doesn't only eat organic or use natural products, but I do have a child who watched Wall-E three times a day and it really makes you think about how life will be (or not be) if we continue to live this way. The prospect of 2012 completely scares me even though I don't think it's true... very much like Y2K. Until the moment passes when it's deemed not true, I will have this anxiety in the back of my soul. The movie didn't help. The anxiety isn't for me, it's for my children. The fact that I brought children into this world who may not see 5 years old because of some Mayan calendar prediction is scary and while it would be ok for me to go since I have lived and done almost everything I have wanted other than see Greece, grow old with my husband, and watch our children grow up and become adults... the last two are impossible if something happened to me and just knowing they could go on without me would be ok as long as they lived long healthy lives, but that isn't how the prediction of 2012 goes. Regardless, when 2012 does pass and we're all still here, I will feel better about knowing that I at least did a little bit to help the earth by not allowing an additional 1.5 years of diapers end up in the landfill for 500 years. I may have to edit this post if it doesn't work out though, even though I'm fairly confident it will and it will totally piss my husband off if it doesn't and be added to the list of fails.